Page 21 of Mutual Prey

“I, uhm… yes.”

“Yeswho?”

The squeeze turns into another loud smack. “Yes, asshole.”

“Careful there, baby,” he breathes in my ear. “I’m happy to go in for round two. But I have a feeling your cute little butt—and your pride—can’t take it. Yeswho?”

I bite my lower lip. “Yes,Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He gives me a pat on the butt and loosens his hold on me. I struggle to a standing position, wipe my eyes then quickly pull up my panties and readjust myself. I glower at every student who’s still looking at me, and my murderous expression seems to scare them into quickly turning back around.

Well, good. At least I still have it in me to frighten people.

Walking down the rows all the way to the exit is the last thing I want to do, with everyone’s eyes on me. But even worse would be staying here, in this stifling room.

So, gathering whatever pride I have left, I walk down, holding my head resolutely high.

I’m a serial killer, damn it. It’s going to take more than a public spanking to break me.

“Hey, wait a minute,” says Professor Cotton, stopping me by the arm. “Are you okay? What’s your name?”

I look at him, hesitating. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. The humiliation fades as panic sets in. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go at all. He shouldn’t know my name. He shouldn’t even notice me.

“Cass Henley,” says a voice behind me. “Her name is Cass Henley.”

He lays a hand on my arm, and I struggle to get out of his grip, in vain.

“Cass Henley,” repeats Professor Cotton, eyeing both of us. “Young man, why don’t you step outside for a moment? I’d like aword with Ms. Henley.”

I grit my teeth, suspecting what that word is. I don’t need his help. The whole situation is ridiculous. He’s going to die this afternoon by my hands, and yet he thinksIneed his help.

Finn’s hold on my arm only tightens, while his other arm wraps around my waist.

“You can talk in front of me,” he smirks. “I don’t mind. I’m her—tell him what I am, Cass. Go on.”

The arm around my waist loosens so that his hand can rub over the swell of my ass threateningly.

By now I’ve found my cool again. Two can play at this game. I can show him just how unaffected he makes me. I have a feeling nothing could bother him more.

“He’s my Daddy.” I smile sweetly.

“Good girl,” says Finn approvingly, patting my ass again.

“Uh… okay.” The professor clears his throat. “I’m sorry for not putting a stop to the situation, Ms. Henley. I was… surprised.”

“That, you were,” gloats Finn. “Bet you wanted a piece of that ass, didn’t you?”

“I… uhm…”

“That’s okay, professor,” I say. “I’m very proud of my ass. I’m glad I got to show it off.”

He chokes on his saliva, and a titter rises up from the front row. I turn to them, and instead of the murderous glare I used before, I give them another sweet smile. They seem a lot less interested, suddenly. Guess it’s not as enjoyable to make fun of someone who’s in on the joke.

And who’s going to murder you.

“C’mon, baby,” says Finn loudly, leading me out of the class. “Let’s go change your diaper.

I suck in a few deep breaths, determined to prove to him how little I care.