His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) (5 page)

“I l-love you too, Daddy. I’m s-sorry.”

“We’ll make this all better now. C’mon.” He pulled her over his lap, just as he did with her initial spanking, except he held her hand at her side, not wanting to chance her fingers being spanked by the spoon. He didn’t waste any time, marching the spoon up and down her bottom and upper thighs.

She tried bucking and waggling her bottom, but to no avail, her position, bent over his leg, ensuring she remained largely immobile. Round, oval marks gradually appeared over the top of her already reddened bottom. She’d be a sore girl in the morning. But damn it, he needed her to rely on him more, and he’d made sure to make it a memorable discipline session.

By the time he had finished paddling her, she was shrieking and hiccupping, and he wasn’t even sure it had registered with her that it was finally over. He eased her off his lap, resting her body on the bed, then laid down on his back next to her. “Libby, lie on your Daddy and cuddle.”

She readily climbed onto him, resting her head on his shoulder, her nose in his neck, her body still shuddering with her hiccups.

He lightly ran his fingertips up and down her back, calming her, whispering “good girl” or “Daddy’s girl.”

Libby took a deep breath. “I always think because I’m older that I shouldn’t rely on you. That it’s silly, and I need to do it myself, show you that I’m independent, can do things. And then I mess it up again, and get in trouble.”

“Hey. Look at me.” He waited until she raised her head, meeting his gaze. “Relying on Daddy his
nothing
to do with your age, and everything to do with being my girl. Hopefully, your ass is on fire enough that you’ll remember it this time. Next time, I’m taking it up a notch, you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

That had been two years ago. Maddox had been with Libby for four years now, and she
still
doubted that he craved her body, doubted her need and desire to be a little, and doubted that he’d stay in love with her. But that was okay, because it gave him the excuse to spank that gorgeous ass, and to prove to her daily how wrong she was on all three counts.

He pulled up Brittney’s paper from the internet, and he could tell just from the first page that it was not up to her standards.

It looked like someone else would be spanked by their Daddy tomorrow too.

Chapter 3

D
ylan climbed the steps into the contractor’s trailer at the work site where his team was reconstructing an old Mill Road Bridge. He grabbed a cup, putting it in the Keurig machine, popping in a pod of coffee, the satisfying popping sound as the machine broke through the foil top, the pump pulling water into the receptacle. As the hot coffee streamed into the cup, the smell of Arabica bean filling the air, he wondered once again how people lived without drinking coffee. Dylan took his coffee black and strong, no muss, no fuss. He opened his laptop on his desk, checking his e-mail first.

From: Dr. Maddox Parks.

Re: Brittney’s Grades.

To: Brittney Johnson and Dylan Griffin.

I’m very disappointed in Brittney’s paper. She was given the syllabus for this paper a month ago, and was informed — as were as all class members — that I would be available through e-mail, after class, and by appointment to ask questions and receive guidance along the way. At no time did Brittney come to me with any concerns or questions. However, it is clear by reading her paper that she didn’t understand fully what was required, or the depth one should go into when comparing the two literary works.

Her grade for this document is a C, and in my honest opinion, I could have made it lower. If either of you would like to discuss this further, feel free to contact me today after eleven in the morning, or before two o’clock. (406) 555-2437. I’m sorry that there is no way for her to raise this grade. After a month given for preparation, there is just no excuse.

Dr. Maddox Parks

Dylan sat back in his chair. He really couldn’t say he was surprised. He expected such an e-mail after watching her frantically working on her paper until the wee hours of the morning. They had spent so many days and hours working on her procrastination. He knew that she tried — once she sat her butt in a chair and put forth some effort into it, that is. It was getting her to focus that was the problem. He had no doubt that she suffered from some attention deficit issues, and had even encouraged her to drink a cappuccino before class or homework, knowing the stimulant would have the opposite effect and actually calm her down. It wasn’t uncommon for him to find her sound asleep after a huge coffee. It relaxed and settled her body and mind.

The trouble was, he had asked her over and over how things were going with the project. Having read the syllabus, he knew what was required and would’ve been more than willing to assist. But her damned stubbornness and pride kept her from asking.

Another issue.

He looked at his phone. Eleven-thirty. He had more than enough time to call Dr. Parks. He stood up, opening the door to the trailer. “Bob, I need to make a phone call. You got this for a bit?”

“Sure, boss. Do what you’ve got to do.”

Fortunately, his assistant was more than capable of handling the job and the employees.

“Thanks.” He shut the door, walking back to his desk, dialing the professor’s phone number.

“Dr. Parks.” Maddox’s voice was deep, distinctive, not one he would have placed as being that of a younger man.

“Hi, Dr. Parks, this is Dylan. Dylan Griffin, Brittney Johnson’s Da — boyfriend.”

“Hi, Dylan. Please call me Maddox. We’ve talked enough that formalities aren’t necessary.” Maddox cleared his throat. “I’m assuming that you received my e-mail this morning about Brittney’s grades?”

“Yes. I wish I could say it came as a shock, but I’d be lying. She stayed up until two in the morning the day it was due, which was my first clue that she wasn’t prepared.” Dylan sighed loudly into the phone.

“I know. I hate to add to your concerns, but she didn’t even seem to understand the basics of the assignment, and as I said in the e-mail, I’ve been available every day. Many other students sought me out for assistance. Her comparison of the two works was... well, let’s just say it was subpar at a minimum.”

Dylan felt embarrassed and responsible for her failure. As her Dom and her Daddy, he wanted to see her grow and thrive under his guidance and care, and even though he knew that his support would be instrumental in her excelling in college, he also knew that he could only do so much. Brittney had to be responsible for her shortcomings, and being ill-prepared had nothing to do with his management of her.

Then why do you feel so guilty?

“We’ve discussed this time and time again. She starts out with good intentions, and then she falls at the first gate. But trust me, we’ll be talking about it again. How is she doing otherwise in the class?”

Maddox paused, taking a deep breath. “The class has been reading
Wuthering Heights
now for a couple of weeks, and they were to read a chapter last night. I called on Brittney today to explain a line of the chapter, and her response was something that a child would have given. She apparently didn’t read the assignment at all.”

Dylan leaned his head back onto the headrest of the chair, closing his eyes. It was going to be a long evening at his house tonight.

“I can’t fix this grade. There is no excuse when everyone had so much time to complete it. However, if she contacts me herself, I’ll give her an assignment she can complete for extra credit that may bring her grade up for the semester.”

Oh, she’d contact him all right. There wouldn’t be a choice about it — and she’d be doing it with a very sore bottom too. “I have no doubt that she’ll be contacting you about the extra assignment. Thank you, Maddox. I know you didn’t have to do that. I appreciate it.”

Maddox had a pen that he was clicking open and closed, the sound coming through the phone. “Dylan, I may be overstepping boundaries here... but is Brittney your
little
?
”

Dylan wasn’t even sure how to respond. “How did you guess?”

“Well, I’ve suspected since our first meeting, and then today you started to refer to yourself as Daddy. Before you become embarrassed, I have a similar relationship with my girlfriend too, so I’m probably more perceptive when it comes to this... dynamic.”

“I didn’t think you’d notice the slip-up.”

“As I said, I probably wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t already suspecting. Having lived the lifestyle for a few years, I’m aware of how it looks. Do you two have any other friends who live in the lifestyle?”

Dylan hesitated to answer, feeling uncomfortable with a stranger there. “No, we don’t.”

“You can feel very isolated if you don’t have others to talk to. It’s nice to have someone to discuss things with.”

Dylan chuckled. “Yeah, tell me about it. It would be a great thing to have. How long have you been a Daddy?”

“I’ve been in a relationship with Libby for four years now. That first year was great, but it had its low points too. That’s when a friend of mine helped me find a community that lives just as we do.”

Dylan couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice. “Community? Where the hell is there a community?”

“Have you ever heard of or been to the Playpen? It’s a club for Daddies and their Littles. It’s located out on Main and Liberty Way. You may want to check it out. It’s a way to network with others and play in a safe environment. It was eye-opening to find a supportive environment to learn and network in, and I think you’ll feel the same.”

Dylan was relieved that he wasn’t alone in such a dynamic. He knew from the internet that there were many people out there, but the possibility of talking to other men in real life, and getting their input, would be a huge relief. “I think we may like something like this.”

“Great. I’ll send you the Playpen’s address and my cell phone number, so you can call us when you’re ready. We’ll meet you there and escort you so you don’t feel alone.”

“And, Dylan? Don’t be too hard on her. She’s improved dramatically since the beginning of the semester, even though she slipped up this time.”

He laughed. “Professor, would you be lenient if this was your little girl?”

Professor Maddox sighed. “No, I guess not, but I’m just commenting as an outsider. You know what to do with your girl.”

“That I do. I hope to see you sometime soon at the Playpen. Thank you for writing.”

“I hope to see you soon also.”

Chapter 4

B
rittney flopped into a chair in the lounge, opening her laptop to check Facebook and her e-mail.

Oh, fuck! Dr. Parks sent an e-mail.

She read it, her heart galloping in her chest. He’d given her a C! She knew it wasn’t up to even her standards, but that grade definitely wouldn’t be acceptable to Daddy. Lying to him that it was her best effort wasn’t the smartest thing she’d done lately. It wasn’t her best work— at all, and she knew it.

The semester had started well. She kept up with assignments and had started getting ahead, planning for her next one. Then a couple of weekends of backing off, and she started to fall behind. She knew she should have told Daddy, asked for help. But wanting to avoid punishment or a lecture had kept her from telling him she felt things were spiraling out of control. Now, looking back, it would have been easier to take the speech. Dylan would’ve sat down, assisting her with getting back on track.

Failing wasn’t an option for this class. The thought of having Dr. Parks again frightened her.
Too strict. Too stern.
She had enough of that at home. She didn’t need it at school too.

Brittney looked at the time, closed the lid on her laptop and walked briskly down the halls. She knocked on the oak door, peeking through the window. Dr. Parks, sitting behind his desk, crooked his finger at her, rising as she entered the room.

“Ms. Johnson, I didn’t expect to see you so soon. I’m assuming you’ve read the email?” He motioned for her to sit in a chair next to his desk.

“Yes, I saw it.” She sat down, clearing her throat. “I know it wasn’t a great paper, but I thought I’d do better than a C.”

His eyes narrowed, as he took his glasses off. “Brittney, you didn’t meet most of the parameters of the paper. I did you a favor giving you the grade I did. Have you talked to your... boyfriend?”

“No, Sir.” She stared at her hands clasped in her lap. “I’m waiting until I get home.”

“I talked to him not long ago. He’s very disappointed.”

“I’m sure.” Her neck and face flushed hot with shame. The disappointment she knew Dylan felt would be transferred into her punishment later; she had no doubt. “I’m wondering if I’d be able to get an extra credit assignment, or something to help bring my grade up? I know we don’t have much time before the semester ends, but I’m willing to work hard on it.”

“Good girl. I’m proud of you. You came on your own asking for an assignment. I
had
told your boyfriend that I’d give you an extra credit assignment — if you asked.” He rifled through the papers on his desk, pulling out a folder. “I have it right here. Take a look at it, and after class tomorrow we’ll discuss it to be sure you understand what’s required.”