Page 3 of Double Daddies
“A video chat with your Daddy for an hour, in one of the private suites.”
There are dorms for the students, and then there is a building of private apartments for any of the faculty who wishes to stay here. Most of the time it’s only myself and Ezra, as we’ve turned the top floor of the building into a penthouse of sorts. But thereare several empty apartments available for our visiting students to have…qualitytime with the Daddy or Mommy who sent them our way, if they so wish.
“I promise I’ll be on my best behavior, Deputy Headmaster!”
“I’ll hold you to it. Starting with leaving that skirt tucked in and your panties off so everyone can see you were properly punished for your disrespect.”
Her bottom lip puffs out and her voice is significantly more subdued when she responds. “Yes, Deputy Headmaster.”
“That’s a good girl. Run along now, you don’t want to be late for dinner.”
Grabbing the backpack she dropped by my desk, she hurries out of my office, nearly plowing Ezra over in the process.
Eyebrows rising to his hairline, Ezra steps inside my office, closing the door behind him as he does, and every nerve in my body is suddenly on alert. He has that look in his eye, the one he gets after a long day of dealing with our naughty students.
“What was she in for this time?” he asks in that deep, rich voice that carries just a hint of the English countryside in it courtesy of his parents splitting their time between their summer home in the United Kingdom and their estate here in upstate New York growing up.
“She was late for class and when Dawes tried to discipline her she said some rather unflattering things about him. And his asshole.”
A ghost of a smile flits at the corners of Ezra’s mouth as he takes a step forward, closing the distance between us. “What was her punishment?”
Uh-oh. A dangerous question. Of the two of us, I am the more gentle touch, and if Ezra thinks I went too easy on her then I’ll be the one feeling the sting of the cane. “Six with the cane and a promise to double it if she’s sent to me again for disrespecting the faculty.”
“Hmm.” Coming to stand directly in front of me, Ezra runs his hand through my hair. “This isn’t her first offense.”
“No, Headmaster, it isn’t.”
Ezra’s eyes light with pleasure. He does love it when I use his title, and I can only pray it will earn me some leniency if he’s decided I wasn’t harsh enough with sweet little Tammy.
Gripping my hair in his fist, he spins me around, shoving me down over the desk I just had Tammy bent over, his hard cock pressing against my ass. “We’ve talked about this before,DeputyHeadmaster. Our students are here to learn how to be their best selves. They cannot do that without proper discipline.”
Fear, the most delicious kind, runs in a shiver up my spine. “Yes, Headmaster.”
Tightening his hold on my hair and sending a sharp jolt of pain straight to my already aching cock, he growls low in my ear. “It’s lucky for you I happen to think you did a very good job with our Miss Wilson. I saw those marks, Byron. Perfect lines as always, and she’ll be feeling those welts for days.”
Oh thank fuck. I practically melt into the wood of my desk as he reaches around to unbuckle my thin dress belt. “Thank you, Headmaster.”
“Fuck, Byron.” My name is a moan as he frantically tugs my pants down to my knees. “You know what it does to me to hear you use my title.”
My lips curve against the desk. “Yes, Headmaster.”
Releasing his hold on my hair, he reaches for the bottle of lubricant I keep on the desk for just this reason. The bottle is discreet enough, the glass a dark brown to hide the actual liquid and the label nothing obvious enough to raise questions. I watch, my rock-hard cock pressed painfully against the desk as Ezra pumps exactly one pump into his hand and my breath catches in my chest.
He’s in a mood. The kind of mood that makes him want to hurt me.
I fuckinglovethose moods.
Inch by inch, his barely slickened cock forces me to open for him. There’s pain, mixing with pleasure in such a delicious cocktail it makes my head spin.
Groaning, he shoves his cock deeper inside me even as I whimper at the burn and bite of that pain. “Who else have you seen today?”
“Joy Toscano was sent to me first thing this morning for refusing to get dressed for the day.”
“And how did you punish her?”
“Oh, god,” I moan as he finally settles inside me, his balls pressed up against my ass. Gripping my hips, he pulls out slowly, making sure I feel every single inch as his cock scrapes my sensitive inner walls. “Um. I spanked her with her hairbrush and then made her go to class in her pajamas with a note instructing each of her teachers to punish her as they saw fit for being out of uniform.”
“Devious,” Ezra says with a low chuckle that vibrates through me.
