Page 49 of Controlling Natasha

“Right?”I stare at it again in the mirror and groan.

“At least it’s not the kind you pull over your head, and it doesn’t have little hearts or rainbows on it.”

I button my shirt back up.“I guess.”

“And you’re lucky your tits are so pert.You hardly need a bra.I’m so jealous, I wish my tits were that perky.”

I gasp.“You have great boobs.I’d love to have bigger boobs.”

“Maybe you thought you would have loved it before you discovered you’re Little.I bet you’re not too upset with their size now that you’re running around in tiny, thin bras meant for little nubbins.”

We both start laughing, and I feel much better when we step out of the bathroom.“Do you think anyone will notice?”

“Nope.Not unless you pair a thin white T-shirt with those bras.I don’t think your Daddy is ever going to dress you in a T-shirt.He likes to doll you up.”She waves a hand up and down my body.“Case in point.I’d kill to have your wardrobe.I’d wear the outfits Mr.Controlling sets out for you without a single complaint.The man has excellent taste, and he knows how to make you squirm.”

“Well, beware.He’s unpredictable on a good day, but I suspect when we get to the house, he’ll make me change into something embarrassingly babyish because his goal in life is to embarrass me.”

“Only because you like it.”

I sigh.“Yeah, I guess.”

“Oh, let’s stop by Professor McHot’s office.I have a few questions about one of my assignments.This is one of his office hours.”

I eye her suspiciously.“Why do I doubt you have a legitimate question aboutanyof our assignments?”

She shrugs.“Okay, let me rephrase that.I will play stupid and ask him anything that comes to mind because I like fucking with him.”

“How is that fucking with him?”I ask, barely uttering the word fucking.

She giggles.“What sort of punishment would you endure if your Daddy heard you use the wordfuck?”

I shudder.“I never want to find out.Oh, and I can’t ride home with you after class.I’m grounded from riding in other people’s cars.”

Simone laughs even harder.“Of course you are.Swoon.”One of her favorite things is to set the back of her hand against her forehead and do a dramatic mock faint.She’s good at it.

I’m a bit uncomfortable when we reach Professor Arnalt’s office.I’m not the sort of Little who intentionally pulls shenanigans.I’m praying Simone doesn’t get me into trouble.If I do something naughty, Professor Arnalt will call Daddy in less than five minutes, and then who knows what will happen next.Being grounded might seem like a walk in the park.

Simone knocks on the frame of his open office door.

He looks up.“Ladies.What can I do for you?”He gives us a suspicious look.I don’t blame him.Simone is naughty, and he’s well aware of that fact.

Simone twirls a lock of her dark hair, making it hard for me to keep a straight face.When I look at Professor Arnalt, I see a slight twinkle in his eyes.He’s struggling to take her seriously.He leans back in his desk chair and crosses his arms, waiting for Simone to come up with some bullshit to say.

“Natasha and I are going to have a study session today at Natasha’s house, so we’ll be ready for the test on Monday.”

“That’s good.I like to hear students are getting a jump on the material instead of waiting until Sunday night.”

“I was wondering if we should concentrate more on the actual facts about the book or if our emphasis should be on comparing and contrasting it to other works or perhaps more of an analysis of how the book is relatable to modern-day issues?”

Professor Arnalt can’t contain his laughter.He covers his mouth with his hand, but his body is shaking.When he’s done laughing, he says, “I have a question for the two of you.Would you like to get to your next class now, or would you like to wait while I call Mr.Hoffman and tell him about your visit to my office?”

I cringe.

Simone pouts.“Fine.We’ll go.Thanks for nothing.”

Luckily, I can still hear Professor Arnalt chuckling as we rush down the hallway.He’s not mad.He would never say a single word to us about our kinky preferences because he’s too professional for that, but hopefully, he finds our antics refreshing and not annoying.

When we round the corner, Simone says, “Yikes, I didn’t think about him calling your Daddy and tattling on us.Do you think he will?”

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