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“Please, no.”
“Then again, we come to the quandary of you asking me to keep something from my new boss. I don’t think I can do that.” He was probably being a jerk, but he was enjoying teasing her emotions a bit. It was a heady feeling, being the most dominant person in the room, and one that he would have to learn to rein in. It appeared that he had no trouble slipping into fantasy mode and behaving like the hero in one of his many books. But while he could see himself doing it, he was helpless to make himself stop. Emily was too innocent, too sweet and too naughty. "There is, of course, one other option since I’m now on staff here. To my understanding, that means I’m qualified to deal with such naughtiness myself. At least then there would be no need to tell Master Derek."
He saw the hesitation in her eyes as she pondered her choices. Did she let him tell Derek and suffer consequences that were sure to be more serious than the mild book spanking he’d witnessed, or would she take her chances with him, a stranger? He could almost hear the thought process turning in her brain; her face was so expressive. He knew the exact moment that he won the battle, and when she opened her mouth, he knew what she would say.
"If you or Derek are my only two options, I choose you," she capitulated with a sigh.
"Wonderful," he smiled, trying to convey that she was safe with him. "We can christen my new classroom. And one of my new implements as well."
"Fabulous. I can't wait." Her tone was dry and bordering on sarcasm.
Dalton couldn't help but twitch as he tried to hide a grin. None of the heroes in the books he wrote would find her response acceptable, he shouldn’t have been as tickled by it as he was.
"Miss Vaughn, you can lose the attitude. You'll do well to remember that I am doing you a favor by handling this particular indiscretion on my own. Master Derek may be so accustomed to dealing with Littles that he lets that attitude slide, but I am not. You will ask me for your punishment, and when it is done, you will thank me. You are a submissive, and I expect you to behave like one."
She gaped at him, her eyes wide in surprise, although by the time he finished his brief lecture, she had the good grace to look thoroughly chastised.
"Yes sir," she answered, with her eyes cast downward to the floor. "Shall I ask you now or when we get to your classroom?"
"When we get there is fine. Let's go ahead and lock up here and head over. You can show me around the library another time, maybe tomorrow."
"Yes, Sir."
Dalton hung back while she gathered her things and locked up. When they were out in the hallway, she looked at him. "Which classroom is yours?"
He gestured to the first door on the right. It was cracked open and smelled faintly of fresh paint. "I chose the one closest to the library. Isn't that convenient?"
He could see on her face that she wanted to give a snarky answer, but to her credit, she thought better of it.
"Yes, Sir," was all she said, as he pushed the door open and swung his arm wide, indicating that she could enter ahead of him.
The room was nearly empty. There were no desks for students, and the classroom had no personal touches added yet. What it did have was a giant maple desk, front and center before the blackboard, and an implement cabinet in the far corner.
Emily stopped in the middle of the room, but he marched up to the blackboard. Locating a brand-new piece of chalk on the metal tray, he held it out to her.
"I will not masturbate while I am supposed to be working,” he told her. “Twenty times, on the blackboard. And if there is even a letter out of place, Miss Vaughn, I will erase them all, and you will start over."
Her eyes widened and she gaped at him again. "I… are you serious?"
"As a heart attack, Miss Vaughn. Get started. If we miss dinner because you are procrastinating, I will have no choice but to add to your punishment."
Without arguing further, Emily hurried to the blackboard and began to write. Twenty lines was not a lot, but the subject matter of said line was rather humiliating and the exercise gave him a moment to gather his thoughts and prepare. Emily was straining to reach the top of the blackboard, arching onto her tippy toes. Dalton leaned back against his desk and observed. Her short black skirt rose as she strained, and the curve of her black panties was just visible. The spanking Derek had given her had been more for show and not a particularly serious one. He observed no lingering redness from it. Not anywhere he could see, anyway. But he could see her breasts, bouncing ever so slightly underneath her snug white dress shirt while she wrote, and the tippy-toes stance she was currently holding outlined graceful calf muscles that he could see through the sheer black thigh highs. The thigh highs were held up by garters and his eyes followed the straps upward where they framed the shape of her ass. He could have stared at her bottom for the remainder of the time it took her to finish the lines he had given, but there would be time for ass-ogling later and he would have a much better view.
Still, he allowed his gaze and his mind to wander. He caught the faint outline of her black bra through her white shirt. Her hair, which reached to just above the bra strap line, was thick and dark with streaks of violet running through it. He shifted a bit, to get a better view of her profile. In the library she had spent most of the time staring at the floor and he hadn't wanted to embarrass her further, so he hadn't gotten a good look. Now he could see that when she wasn't in a constant state of blush, her skin was a milky white porcelain with just a tinge of blush on her cheeks that probably was a byproduct of the line she was currently writing. He couldn't see the color of her eyes, but they were framed by long, dark lashes. Her pouty lips had a near-perfect heart shape to them. They looked soft and he couldn't help but wonder how they would taste.
Caught up as he was watching her, he didn't notice that she had finished her lines until she set the chalk down on the tray with far more force than necessary and all but stomped over to him.
Oh, she had a little spitfire in her. He liked that and he was really going to enjoy knocking her down a peg or two.
When she was standing dead center in front of him, all he had to do was quirk an eyebrow and her bravado faltered.
"I'm waiting," he stated simply, reminding her of what he expected.
She gave a soft sigh, but ultimately, she obeyed. "Professor Rogers, I was naughty and was masturbating while I was supposed to be working in the library. Will you please spank me for my transgression?"
"Punish," he corrected.
"I… what?"
