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“Okay,” she finally whispers, tears brimming in her eyes. “But only if youpromisenot to send me away.”
“As long as there are no more bullying incidents, you are welcome to stay,” Ezra assures her.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I wouldn’t thank me just yet. Grant?”
Stepping forward, Grant looks down at naughty little Cassie. She is one of our smaller girls anyway, but Grant is exceptionally tall, several inches taller even than myself. The size difference makes Cassie seem even tinier than usual, and judging by the wide-eyed way she looks up at him, she’s realizing it herself.
Grant shrugs out of his suit jacket and hands it off to Marni, who is looking downright gleeful at the prospect of what’s to come. I’m tempted to make her leave, but if she’s been on the receiving end of Cassie’s bullying as well, it only seems right to let her stay.
Besides, shedidcome to check on our babygirl, and that goes a long way in my book.
Popping open the buttons on his cuffs, Grant begins the process of rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows as he continues to stare down at Cassie. “You have a very hard spanking coming, little girl. Before we begin, do you have anything to say in your defense?”
Cassie opens her mouth, but seems to think better of whatever she was about to say and shakes her head with a sigh. “N-no, Sir.”
“Good. Byron, do you have a chair I can use?”
“Of course.” Releasing my hold on Nicole, I hurry over to retrieve the straight-backed chair I keep in one corner of my office for this exact reason.
Grant sits, his size dwarfing the chair, and reaches for Cassie. With a single tug, she goes tumbling over his lap.
“After your spanking, you will apologize to Nicole,” he lectures as he flips her skirt up and tugs her panties down to her knees. “And for the rest of the day, you will keep yourskirt tucked into the waistband so everyone can see your well-spanked bottom. You will report to me after each class to have the color refreshed and tonight you will be writing me an essay on the effects of bullying. Am I understood, Cassandra?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, her voice already thick with tears.
“Good.” With that, Grant lifts his hand and brings it down against Cassie’s bare bottom with acrackthat echoes around the room.
Chapter Eleven
Nicole
The sound of Professor Faulkner’s hand connecting with Cassie’s ass is so loud it makes me jump. Daddy Byron’s arms tighten around me, and I press myself back against him.
Cassie’s loud cries echo around the room as the professor’s hand continues to fall, each swat turning her flesh a darker and darker pink. And strangely enough, I almost feel sorry for her. Not that she doesn’t deserve the spanking she’s getting, because she does, but it must be so embarrassing to be spanked like that in front of so many people.
“Ow, ow, ow, I’m sorry, Sir! I won’t be bad again!”
“I’m very glad to hear that,” Professor Faulkner responds without so much as pausing the rise and fall of his hand. “Because the next time I have to punish you for so much aslookingat someone in a mean or bullying way, I will add a dozen with the cane to your punishment, little girl.”
The cane? Oh, man. That sounds… awful.
Or at least, it should. My pussy, however, doesn’t seem to get the memo that being caned is a fate to be avoided and it spasms in response to Professor Faulkner’s threat. Or maybe it’s spasming in response to watching Cassie get spanked.
Either way, it feels wrong. Taboo, but in the most delicious way, and I find myself shifting from foot to foot as I watch the scene in front of me unfold.
By the time Professor Faulkner ends Cassie’s punishment, she’s limp over his knee, her loud sobs filling the room. And I’m nearly about to come in my diaper without anyone even touching me.
The professor helps Cassie to her feet, turning her to face me. Her cheeks are splotchy and tear-stained, and it surprises me to see real regret in her eyes.
“I’m s-sorry I made f-fun of you for wearing a d-diaper, Nicky,” she manages to get out around her hiccupping sobs.
For a moment, I’m too fascinated by the sight of my bully brought to this state to respond, but Daddy Byron nudges me forward. “Don’t you have something to say, Nicole?”
“Oh. Right. Um, it’s okay. Apology accepted. And I’m sorry I pushed you down. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I don’t see why not,” Marni mutters, earning her a sharp glare from Miss Scarlett.
