Page 11 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)
Chapter Ten
Byron
The weight of our Little girl in my arms offers some comfort as I carry her back down to our offices. Rage boils beneath my skin, growing hotter with every passing second when I think of how she was treated this morning.
And it only gets worse when we step into my office and find Cassie slumped in a chair, looking for all the world like the injured party in all this. Marni, on the other hand, is pacing frantically back and forth while Scarlett looks stoically on, her arms folded beneath her breasts.
“Where’s Erica? And what is Marni doing here?” Ezra’s tone is sharp, sharper than I imagine he meant for it to be, and Scarlett raises a brow in response.
“I had Professor Winters come and get Erica. He has a soft spot for her and I thought she could use a bit of pampering after having her session with Byron interrupted so… suddenly. As for Marni, she?—”
Arms crossed in a perfect imitation of Scarlett, Marni jerks her chin up and glares at me and Ezra in turn. “I came to check on Nicky. To make sure she was okay.”
“Nicky?” I can’t help but smile down at the bundle in my arms. “What an adorable nickname. We should have thought of that.”
“Thank you for being a good friend to our babygirl, Marni.” Ezra’s words are pointed, and from the corner of my eye I can see Cassie slide even further down in her seat, embarrassed color rushing to her cheeks.
Good. She should feel embarrassed after the way she behaved.
“You don’t have to thank me for being a friend. That’s just how you’re supposed to treat people.” Marni’s words are even more pointed than Ezra’s, and she adds a glare in Cassie’s direction for good measure.
“Still, we appreciate it. You’re a good girl, Marni.”
Pleasure lights her eyes at my praise. “Thank you, Sir.”
Ezra gives her shoulder a squeeze, bending down slightly to meet her eyes. “I need you to do us a favor, sweetheart. Professor Faulkner should be on his break up on the second floor. Would you mind going and telling him he’s needed in Deputy Headmaster Montclair’s office, please?”
“Oh, but…” Her worried gaze flicks to Nicole, then back to Ezra. “I want to stay with Nicky.”
“If you want to help Nicole, do as I’ve asked.”
Shoulders slumping forward, Marni nods. “Yes, Sir.”
With that, she hurries from my office, and the sound of her Mary Janes slapping against the tile floor fades into the distance.
Ezra steps into the middle of the room, and it’s as though the air itself focuses on him. He has that way about him, of drawing all the attention in a room without even trying. It’s one of the things I fell in love with first, that pure magnetism.
I quietly set Nicole on her feet, though I keep my arms wrapped protectively around her as Ezra speaks.
“We have heard Nicole’s version of this morning’s events. Cassandra, would you like to tell me what happened?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Cassie pouts prettily up at him, as if that might somehow save her. If even half of what Nicole told us is true, little Cassie is in for a much overdue wake up call.
“I don’t know what happened. We were all getting ready to go to our next class and then Nicky tripped and I was trying to help her up and then she pushed me down for no reason!”
Behind her, Scarlett’s eyes narrow. “Cassandra Ruth. You know that isn’t the entire truth. Tell the Headmasters what really happened.”
Some of the color fades from Cassie’s face, as though she forgot Scarlett was in the room with us. Or she wasn’t expecting to get called out on her lie.
Given how strict Scarlett is known to be, my money is on the former rather than the latter.
“Um, well, I might have noticed Nicky was wearing a diaper and I might have been a little mean to her about it. But seriously! We’re supposed to be big girls here, not babies!”
She says the last word with a snarl of derision that has every protective instinct I possess standing on end.
And judging by the low growl that emanates from Ezra, I’m not the only one.
“Nicole is wearing a diaper because her Daddies insisted on it. She is wearing a diaper because she is our good girl and she wants to make us proud. There is no shame in a Little girl submitting to her Daddies’ desires, and frankly I am incredibly disappointed in you, Cassandra, for trying to shame someone for their preferences.
I thought we’d taught you better than that, but apparently our education has not made the impact on you I believed it had. ”
For the first time, concern flits across Cassie’s face as she worries her bottom lip with her teeth. “What are you going to do?”
Before Ezra can answer, a knock at the office door interrupts the conversation. Without looking away from Cassie, Ezra calls for them to enter.
Professor Grant Faulkner steps inside with Marni trailing behind him. Silver hair is swept back from his stern face, and his expression is one that makes even my insides quiver and I know it isn’t targeted at me in the least.
“Headmasters. Scarlett. What can I help you with?”
With his gaze still locked on naughty little Cassie, Ezra smiles. “Grant. Thank you for coming so quickly. Cassandra here has earned quite a punishment. Bullying, shaming another student for her personal kinks, and tripping that same student. I need to ask you to step in.”
There’s a twinkle in Grant’s eye that only a true sadist can appreciate. “Not that I mind at all, but may I ask why?”
“Because the student she was bullying is our Little girl, Nicole and I’m not at all certain I can remain objective enough to give Cassie an appropriate punishment.” Glancing over at Nicole, Ezra smiles and gestures to Grant. “Say hello to Professor Faulkner, princess.”
“Oh, um. Hi,” Nicole squeaks out, and I give her a hard squeeze of approval in return.
Looking down, Grant smiles, a hint of warmth infusing his usually stony expression. “I've heard so much about you, Miss Nicole. It’s nice to finally meet you. Are you hurt in any way?”
“No, Sir. Um, I mean, I hurt my knees a bit when I fell but I’m fine now.”
“I see.” Even that hint of warmth disappears as he turns his piercing gaze on Cassie. “Did you have a specific punishment in mind, Headmaster?”
“No. I’m not sure I trust myself to make that decision, so I am leaving her in your capable hands.”
“I see. Well, for starters, I think a spanking and an apology are in order. But seeing as how this is not the first issue we’ve had with Miss Morgan, I have a somewhat… unorthodox suggestion.”
“I’m listening,” Ezra says, curiosity winding around his words.
“My brother is visiting for the week. Let me move her in with us for the week. Between the two of us, I have no doubt we can give Miss Morgan the discipline she so obviously needs.”
Ezra tilts his head to the side, obviously considering the suggestion. “I think that’s a great idea.”
“What?” Hopping to her feet with an indignant shriek, Cassie glares at each of us in turn. “That is ridiculous! You can’t expect me to agree to this!”
“I can, and I do.” Ice coats Ezra’s voice. “It is either this or you can return home. I cannot and will not have one of my students putting my other students at risk, either emotionally or physically.”
“But… but you can’t send me home.” Looking somewhat panicked now, Cassie glances wildly around the room. “I have to complete the program!”
“Then I suggest you take Professor Faulkner up on his offer of a more intimate approach.”
Her bottom lip trembles, and for a moment I actually feel sorry for her. But then I remember why we’re here, and my heart hardens once more.
Cassie did this to herself. So it’s up to her to accept the consequences, or not.
“Okay,” she finally whispers, tears brimming in her eyes. “But only if you promise not to send me away.”
“As long as there are no more bullying incidents, you are welcome to stay,” Ezra assures her.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I wouldn’t thank me just yet. Grant?”
Stepping forward, Grant looks down at naughty little Cassie.
She is one of our smaller girls anyway, but Grant is exceptionally tall, several inches taller even than myself.
The size difference makes Cassie seem even tinier than usual, and judging by the wide-eyed way she looks up at him, she’s realizing it herself.
Grant shrugs out of his suit jacket and hands it off to Marni, who is looking downright gleeful at the prospect of what’s to come. I’m tempted to make her leave, but if she’s been on the receiving end of Cassie’s bullying as well, it only seems right to let her stay.
Besides, she did come to check on our babygirl, and that goes a long way in my book.
Popping open the buttons on his cuffs, Grant begins the process of rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows as he continues to stare down at Cassie. “You have a very hard spanking coming, little girl. Before we begin, do you have anything to say in your defense?”
Cassie opens her mouth, but seems to think better of whatever she was about to say and shakes her head with a sigh. “N-no, Sir.”
“Good. Byron, do you have a chair I can use?”
“Of course.” Releasing my hold on Nicole, I hurry over to retrieve the straight-backed chair I keep in one corner of my office for this exact reason.
Grant sits, his size dwarfing the chair, and reaches for Cassie. With a single tug, she goes tumbling over his lap.
“After your spanking, you will apologize to Nicole,” he lectures as he flips her skirt up and tugs her panties down to her knees.
“And for the rest of the day, you will keep your skirt tucked into the waistband so everyone can see your well-spanked bottom. You will report to me after each class to have the color refreshed and tonight you will be writing me an essay on the effects of bullying. Am I understood, Cassandra?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, her voice already thick with tears.
“Good.” With that, Grant lifts his hand and brings it down against Cassie’s bare bottom with a crack that echoes around the room.