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Chapter 1
“The students are outgrowing my current programs, and it’s time for me to expand our horizons into furthered education. At heart, they may be Littles, but many of them take high-school classes, and have achieved their GED certificates. Now they just go to class to stay out of trouble and have something to do, and to feel the structure of the classroom environment. Makes them feel safe, you know?”
It was the first time his new boss had paused to take a breath since he had begun his tour of the illustrious lifestyle establishment known as the Ranch, and Dalton only nodded. He could already see Derek gearing up to continue as they made their way, side by side down the long hallways that functioned as a school for adult Littles.
“Recently, we’ve hired new staff and are slowly beginning our expansion into what will now be known as Rawhide University. My good friend and lawyer, Jared, will be helping run it for now with his wife, Erika. In the meantime, we will start slow. It will take a while to find capable professors who understand our mission and live the lifestyle. We were lucky to find you so quickly, but I’m sure it won’t all be that easy.”
Dalton paused for only a millisecond, sucked in a breath, and closed his eyes as memories of a past life threatened to assault him. “I was ready for a change,” he said stiltedly. “This opportunity fell into my lap at exactly the right time. It’s what we New Yorkers refer to as serendipity.”
Derek’s brow furrowed for only a moment and then he smiled. “Like the movie. My wife Sadie is a fan, and she insists that their frozen hot chocolate is on the menu at all times. It’s a favorite with the Littles.”
“I’ll have to check it out,” he murmured, grateful for the segway into Ranch matters as the memories faded from the forefront of his mind, and his heart rate returned to normal. It was just in time for Derek to pick up the pace as they made their way further down the hallway of classrooms in the main building.
It was Sunday night, and class was not in session. Most of the rooms had closed doors, but not all. Dalton peered into one as they passed by. There was a large oak armoire at the front of the room, behind the teacher’s desk, and he looked on in interest, imagining the vast array of implements and other devices of punishment and pleasure that would be housed inside.
Two more closed doors on his left, and then at the very head of the hallway, an open room on his right. This one did not look like a typical classroom, but more like a nursery, full of adult size equipment such as play pens and high-chairs. The room was decorated in bright colors and the floor-to-ceiling shelving housed an accessible array of toys, books, and craft supplies. It was a stark contrast to the classroom he had just seen and his eyes widened as he took it all in. Intrigued arousal pooled in his stomach, and he sucked an unexpected breath of appreciation. This was a whole new world for him. A world where he was not only free to be open about his kinks and proclivities, but expected to be open about them, and engage in them on a daily basis.
Derek walked with a rapid and determined gait, and even as a New Yorker, accustomed to always having to rush, Dalton struggled to keep up as they exited the main building and crossed a freshly manicured lawn with winding paths running through it. The path they took led to a second building behind the first. This building was brand new, with parts of it still under construction.
Derek pulled the wide doors open, revealing a set up much like the one in the first building. A massive desk dominated the foyer. Off to one side was a hall of offices, and to the other, a hallway of classrooms. There was a large staircase that he assumed led to what would be, in the future, the college dormitories. The building was mostly empty, although there did seem to be a few people milling about, looking like they were working on one thing or another. Derek, still walking swiftly, led him down the hallway on the left. He was relieved when the man finally stopped in front of a block of empty rooms at the end of the hall. The doors to these classrooms were wide open, and the rooms themselves were empty. There was a good two dozen, all with fresh coats of white paint and sparse furnishings.
“These will be our college classrooms, and the large room at the very end of this hall will be our new library. You mentioned an interest in helping to set that up, when we spoke on the phone.”
“Yes, sir. I can do that. You said classes won’t be starting until the fall, so I can get started right away.”
“I’ve had a submissive working on it recently, taking an inventory of the books we have and shelving them appropriately, but that is just the beginning. Talk to my assistant, Erika, and set up a meeting with me early next week. We will go over budget and staff, start a book list, and get this project underway.”
“Yes, Sir.” He made a mental note to find Erika first thing in the morning and get the ball rolling as soon as possible. Fall was months away, but he liked to keep busy.
Derek responded with a stiff nod and continued with his instructions. Dalton could see the Ranch owner was not a man to get distracted from his course, and Dalton respected that about him. With the entire Ranch under his authority, he had to be diligent with his time and stay on task. Even on a Sunday evening, Dalton could imagine that there was still a long list of things that needed his attention after the tour was finished.
Derek swung his arms wide and gestured at the empty rooms. “As my first official hire, you can have your pick of these rooms. Each classroom has a small office attached, for your own use, and in the occasional circumstance that you need a private place to administer discipline to a naughty student. Feel free to personalize both right away.”
“I’ll take the last one on the left,” Dalton said, pointing down the hallway to the room nearest the library.
Derek was still rushing through his speech, barely pausing to acknowledge his choice before continuing. “As you know, besides being a sanctuary for Lost Littles, we are also a premier destination resort for BDSM players, and Lifestylers all over the world. We offer matchmaking services and educational opportunities to our guests, as well as a variety of events throughout the year. Our intention with this expansion is to grow both of our main programs. Each of the professors we hire will be expected to offer one Guest Elective Course as well as their college education course.” He paused again and frowned, his bushy eyebrows furrowing together as he peered at Dalton. “You were made aware of that fact, and have a plan for the Guest Elective you’ll be offering?”
“Yes, sir. I’m hired on to teach Creative Writing 101 and Erotic Literature.”
“Ah. Very good. Very good.” Derek took a deep breath and paused. Looking his new hire up and down, his professionalism faded into a wince of guilty uncertainty. “I know we’ve spoken on the phone, and I’ve read your file, but remind me again, Mr. Rogers, are you married? Do you have a submissive? Will you be requiring my matchmaking services? We have a vast array of worthy submissives waiting for me to match them with their perfect Dom. Or if you prefer, we have many sweet little girls dreaming of their Daddy.” He paused and looked Dalton up and down again with a frown. “Or little boys, if that’s your preference. We don’t judge or kink-shame here in any way.”
Dalton nearly choked at the direct offer. He had never, in his wildest imaginings, pictured having a boss that would offer to pair him with ‘a worthy submissive’ or refer to him as anyone’s ‘dream Daddy.’ He also never imagined having his sexual preferences questioned as bluntly as Derek had just done.
A born and bred New Yorker, he considered himself to be very cisgendered—a basic metrosexual, heterosexual male, with minimum metro. But to the gruff Texas rancher, he imagined his currently well-polished business image, complete with yuppie, name-brand chinos, expensive wool sweater, and Italian loafers might cause anyone this far out of the big city to wonder if he wouldn’t be more interested in a little Boy than a little Girl.
He took no offense. It was clear the man was trying to be inclusive, rather than presumptuous by passing judgement on him. Still, he made a mental note to order some jeans to go with his sweaters, and maybe even a pair of cowboy boots. The cowboy boots might be pushing his comfort zone, though. For the first time since he had seen the application on his computer screen, Dalton questioned if the move from New York to Montana was the right one for him. Obviously, there was going to be some culture shock on both their parts.
“I, um, don’t think I’ll require any matchmaking services at this time. I prefer to keep my focus on my work for now. But if a submissive young lady should catch my eye, I’ll be sure to let you know.” He put emphasis on the word lady to put his boss’s mind at ease on that front and push any further questions he may have about matchmaking services to the side. Not that Derek would have given him a chance to get a word in edgewise. He was already off onto the next thing.
“Of course, you have read the hiring material and information packet and you understand that your duties include discipline, both within the classroom setting and outside of it? The implement closets are already stocked with the basics. Each professor will be given a cane, a yardstick, and a wooden paddle to keep in their classroom, as well as lube, plugs, and other punishment necessities. If you use a plug, throw it away afterward. The service submissives restock these cabinets regularly. And you can always add things to your closet. Some teachers like to purchase their own implements for use on naughty bottoms. I, myself, tend to lean toward a strap or a nice crop, but to each their own. Variety is good for the submissives. Keeps them on their toes. We have a supply shop in the resort where you can purchase any implement you can imagine. Of course, there are online stores as well, but I wanted something on site. I like to be able to feel the heft of a paddle in my hand, and be able to hear firsthand before purchasing, the whoosh each cane makes as it whizzes through the air toward a trembling bottom.”
“Um. Mmmhmm.” The imagery he’d used had Dalton on the brink of arousal, and his throat was dry with nervous desire. The sum of his actual real-life dominant experiences could be counted on the fingers of two hands, even though he had studied the subject for years, trained with experts on the rare occasions that he could get away from his now ex-wife to do so, and written countless erotic stories with spanking and discipline at the forefront. In his old life, as a professor of history at one of the top-rated schools in the nation, discretion was key. Any whiff of scandal would have put his tenure at risk, and forget trying to fit in with the other staff. He had already been the youngest professor on staff in the history of the University. Had anyone discovered his proclivity toward spanking and discipline, or worse, the fact that he had a pen name under which he wrote out his fantasies, it would have been the end of his career.
It was better that he had made that decision himself, before they had an opportunity to make it for him. In his heart he knew that this relocation and this position were the right thing, but the reality of it still felt foreign.
Stepping from a very vanilla world straight into a spanking fantasy fit for one of his books was a very surreal experience, and yet here he was.
Derek cleared his throat. “Getting back to more pressing matters, let me show you your classroom, and then the library. After that, we can go back to the main building, just in time for dinner.”
