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"Yes, Sir!" she squeaked, but even before the words were out, his hands were spreading her bottom cheeks and the thick tip of the plug was pressing against her tight hole.
He pushed it inside her slowly, first just the tip and then just a bit further, until it was firmly lodged inside her bottom. A dull pinching pain that wasn't entirely unpleasant—just different—filled her.
When it was in, he smacked her bottom once on each side. "You may get up, Miss Vaughn, and kneel before me."
With her bottom burning from the cane and full from the plug, she was beyond anything except immediate obedience as she turned and dropped to her knees. She faced him, her hands resting in an upturned position on her respective thighs and she stared at a speck on the floor beneath her. High protocol.
"Now, are you going to indulge in such deliberate and unbecoming naughtiness again? Are you going to be a bad girl and masturbate in the library?"
"No, Sir. Never again."
"Good girl. When we leave here in a few minutes, you will have dinner with me at one of the restaurants. My treat. When you go back to your room tonight, you will not touch yourself. You will leave that plug in your bottom all night. In the morning, you will remove it, clean it off, and return it to me."
Confused, she jerked her head to look up at him, breaking protocol. "On no, Sir. Once one of the Ranch plugs has been used on a submissive, it must be thrown out. Your cabinet will be restocked with a new one right away."
She realized immediately she had spoken out of turn and was surprised when instead of chastising her, he held out a hand and helped her stand. Once she was eye to eye with him, he cupped her chin and held her gaze.
"I made a statement. I didn’t ask you a question about Ranch protocol on used anal plugs. In the morning, you will do as I say. Remove the plug, clean it off, and present it to me in the library directly after breakfast. And before you ask or offer more unwanted advice on the proper disposal of used toys, I intend to keep it as a souvenir."
He winked at her and her mouth ran dry. She almost sputtered as she recognized that line. It was a sentence from the very scene in the book that had gotten her into trouble in the first place!
The look on her face when the implication of his instructions set in was absolutely priceless. He hadn't seen the exact page where the book had been marked when Master Derek had taken it away, but he had seen that it was about a third of the way through the book. Which meant two things: one, she had been reading while working for far too long, and two, she had reached the first punishment scene, one of his favorites that he had ever written. He had taken an educated guess at which part might have had her getting her jollies off between the bookshelves, and by the shell-shocked look on her face, it had paid off.
Her eyes were a deep blue, he could see that now as she stood in front of him, blinking slowly while her mouth worked like a fish, opening and closing with no words coming out.
Dalton reined in a chuckle, forcing himself to regard her sternly instead. "Close your mouth, Miss Vaughn. Fish out of water is not a becoming look on you. "
The mild insult did the trick and he scoffed inwardly. He wasn't surprised. To be into an Arabella Cole book, one needed to possess, at the very least, a mild humiliation fetish.
Emily apparently had more than a mild one. Dalton could almost hear her pussy whoosh with the juices of her arousal.
"Put your panties back on," he instructed, knowing full well they were already soaked. She would be fully aware of that, and uncomfortable and self conscious during their dinner.
Good, he thought with a smirk. That's what naughty girls get.
Professor Rogers watched covertly as she picked up her discarded panties and bent at the waist as she stepped into them. She faced away from him, giving him a perfect view of her cane marks and her glistening pussy. If the skirt rode up any higher, he would have seen the plug peeking out between her cheeks.
She righted herself, adjusting her panties and garter, and stared at him with waiting eyes.
"Shall we go to dinner now? If we don't hurry, we're going to miss it. You can order room service, but I’ll get in trouble, and I'm not sure I can take any more trouble at the moment," she said with a shy wince.
"We can go soon enough," he answered. "How soon depends on you. I'm still waiting, Miss Vaughn."
"Waiting?" she questioned blankly, tilting her head in confusion. He didn't respond, simply staring her down with a pointed and stern glint in his eyes. He watched as she racked her brain and then, as understanding dawned, he heard her soft sigh of resolve.
She steeled her shoulders, a soft blush riding up her cheeks as she said, "Thank you for my punishment."
