Page 2 of Double Daddies
I watch as he sinks gracefully to the ground in front of me. And when he bows his head to take me in that beautiful mouth of his, I sink my hands into his hair.
Letting my head fall back against the couch, I lose myself in the feel of my best friend’s mouth on my cock, and dream of a school overrun with naughty Little girls just begging for my discipline.
Chapter One
Five Years Later
Byron
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Miss Wilson.”
From behind my desk in the deputy headmaster’s office, I take in the young woman in front of me. She’s a pretty little thing, with wide blue eyes that look far more innocent than they are considering this is the third time this week she’s found herself in my office.
“Sorry, Deputy Headmaster Montclair.”
Even after two whole years of hearing that title, it’s still a thrill. One that reminds me of the power I wield within these hallowed halls.
Lifting the long, thin cane from my desk, I hold it up for her to see, and I’m rewarded with the sight of her eyes going round with fear. “Six of the best for not only being late to class again, but for calling Professor Dawes a—what was it again?”
I know the answer, of course, but I pause for effect and for the delightful way Tammy shifts from foot to foot with anticipation.
As the silence stretches, I allow myself a slow, wicked smile before continuing. “Oh, yes. A ‘sadistic dickhead on a power tripwho wouldn’t know his own ass from a glory hole’ I believe it was.”
Pink floods her cheeks, but in a move that doesn’t surprise me in the least, she jerks her chin up, fire blazing in her eyes. “I meant every word of it.”
“Regardless of the veracity of your statement, you will speak to your professors with respect, young lady. Unless you’d like for me to arrange another video chat with your Daddy?”
The color leeches from her cheeks. No doubt she’s remembering the last call we had, where her Daddy watched on as I paddled her bare bottom until she was a sobbing, pleading mess. She was on her best behavior for a week afterward, so perhaps it is time to give Steven a call.
Setting that aside for later, I step out from behind the desk, giving the cane a little swish to get her attention. “You know the position, Miss Wilson. Bend over and grip the other side of the desk.”
With a loud sigh, she does as she’s told. The position forces her up onto her toes in her school-issued Mary Janes, putting her bottom at the best possible angle for her caning.
All punishments at Good Girl University are delivered on the bare, so I take the time to flip her skirt up, tucking the hem into her waistband before tugging her regulation white panties to her knees. She really is beautiful, and it’s almost a shame she’s already claimed.
Then again, Ezra would never tolerate a Little as rebellious as our Tammy, so it’s for the best, really. We decided long ago we’d share everything in our lives, and that includes the Little girl we eventually claim for our own.
With Tammy bared for her punishment, I tap the cane against her bottom, both for the satisfaction of watching the round globes quiver and to take my aim. Raising my arm, I letit hang in the air for a heartbeat, then two, before swinging the cane down to connect squarely with the middle of her ass.
“Ow! One, Deputy Headmaster, Sir!”
The second lands just an inch or so beneath the first, and I nearly sigh with happiness at the two perfect red lines rising on her skin.
“Two, Deputy Headmaster, Sir!”
Her squeals of pain as I continue the caning are music to my ears. No sweeter sound have I ever heard than that of a naughty Little girl coming to regret her choices.
“Six, Deputy Headmaster, Sir!” she cries out when the caning is finished.
“The next time you want to disrespect one of your professors, the count will be double and I will make sure to have your Daddy watch. Which means he will likely add a paddling on top of my punishment. Am I making myself very clear here, Tamara?”
Sniffling loudly, she nods against the desk, looking every bit the picture of a well-punished Little girl. “Y-yes, Deputy H-headmaster.”
“Good girl. Come here.” Helping her up from the desk, I wrap my arms around her, comforting her until her sobs quiet to sniffles.
“You really are a good girl, Tamara. You’ve just got to learn to curb those impulses a bit.” Tugging a tissue free from the box on my desk, I hand it to her. “Tell you what. If you can go a whole week without being sent to my office, you can have a reward.”
Her eyes light up at that. “What kind of reward?”
