Page 39 of Break Me, Daddy

It wasn’t long after that Holden approached the table, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Ladies. I hate to break up your party, but unfortunately, Francesca has been summoned to the headmaster’s office. Apparently she’s been a very naughty girl.”

The chorus of ‘Ooohs’ from her friends reminded her of all the times someone in school actuallyhadbeen told to go to the headmaster’s office, and even though she knew it was play, embarrassed heat rushed to her cheeks.

“You’re all ridiculous,” she muttered, taking Holden’s hand so he could pull her up out of her seat. “I’m not really in trouble, you know.”

“Are you sure about that, young lady?”

Worry snaked its way around the need coiling in her belly. He’d never called her young lady before, and something about that phrase, combined with his stern tone, made her feel very much like a naughty student about to be disciplined. “Well, now I’m not.”

“We’ll discuss this in my office.”

Laying a hand on the back of her neck, he guided her past the other tables in the dining area, and with every passing look, every smug, knowing grin, her humiliation grew. And as her embarrassment increased, so did the throbbing between her thighs.

What was it about being treated like a naughty little girl in front of all these people that got her so hot and bothered? She was a Legare for fuck’s sake, she shouldn’t enjoy being humiliated, especially not in public.

But there was no denying the effect being put on display like this had on her. It was almost a pity their actual scene was going to take place in private.

The room he’d reserved for them did, in fact, look exactly like the office of a headmaster at some snotty, upscale private school. Down to the diplomas on the wall, though a close inspection revealed the names of several Doms who had been awarded degrees in such things as ‘Disciplinary Arts’ and ‘Electrical Play Proficiency’.

“Do you know why you’re in my office, Ms. Legare?”

Turning away from the wall of kinky diplomas, Frankie froze at the sight of her giant man standing behind the large wooden desk, slowly rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

Why the hell was that so freaking sexy?

“Ms. Legare.”

Jumping at the sound of her name again, Frankie forced her attention up to his face. The silver beard and hair only added to the impression of stern headmaster. “Sir?”

One brow raised as he switched to the opposite sleeve, and she nearly lifted a hand to her face to check for drool as she watched him expose those thick, tan forearms. “Do you know why you’re in my office, young lady?”

“Um, no, Sir. Not really.”

“Several of your teachers have complained that you have a distinct lack of respect for authority. Apparently, their attempts to discipline you have been largely unsuccessful, so you have been sent to me for correction.”

Excitement swirled in her stomach. When he’d said ‘surprise punishment’ this was the last thing she’d had in mind. Settling into her role, she rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “It’s not my fault you don’t know how to hire competent teachers.”

Holden’s eyes flashed, but he wasn’t quite quick enough to hide the twitching of his lips. “Regardless of your feelings regarding our faculty, you will treat them with the dignity they deserve, young lady. From now on, when you disrespect any of our staff, you will be sent straight to me for a reminder on how to behave in class. Bend over the desk and grip the opposite side. I want that bottom nice and high for your discipline.”

“What?” Leaning into the play, she let her eyes widen with faux shock. “You can’t spank me! Didn’t they outlaw that in like the sixties?”

“The only law you need to concern yourself with right now is my law, Ms. Legare. Bend over the desk, please.”

“Just wait until my father hears about this,” she grumbled, lowering herself into position. As short as she was, she had to push up on her toes and stretch in order to grab the opposite edge of the desk, a move that put her ass very much on display for him.

“Very good. Now, let’s see what options we have to teach a naughty little girl like yourself a lesson in respect.”

Turning her head so her cheek rested against the cool wood, she watched him study a wall of implements. Thick leather straps, giant paddles with holes drilled in them, and a series of long, thin wooden canes.

Fear pounded in her chest, and if she hadn’t been leaning against the desk she might have sunk to her knees in relief when he selected a long wooden ruler instead of the other terrifying implements hanging on the wall. It was thicker than a usual ruler, with the words “Teach Her a Lesson” printed on one side but it was infinitely better than a heavy strap or a cane.

“I think this will do for a first time.” Holden smacked the wood against his palm, a smirk curving his lips when she jumped at the sound. “But the next time you are sent to my office, Ms. Legare, we will be testing out every one of the canes on that wall. Am I understood?”

As terrifying as that prospect was, she still had to smother a moan as need pulsed through her at the growled threat. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. I am also allowing you to keep your panties on this time, but do not expect that same courtesy in the future.”

“How magnanimous of you, Sir.”

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