Page 2 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)
Chapter One
Five Years Later
Byron
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Miss Wilson.”
From behind my desk in the deputy headmaster’s office, I take in the young woman in front of me. She’s a pretty little thing, with wide blue eyes that look far more innocent than they are considering this is the third time this week she’s found herself in my office.
“Sorry, Deputy Headmaster Montclair.”
Even after two whole years of hearing that title, it’s still a thrill. One that reminds me of the power I wield within these hallowed halls.
Lifting the long, thin cane from my desk, I hold it up for her to see, and I’m rewarded with the sight of her eyes going round with fear. “Six of the best for not only being late to class again, but for calling Professor Dawes a—what was it again?”
I know the answer, of course, but I pause for effect and for the delightful way Tammy shifts from foot to foot with anticipation.
As the silence stretches, I allow myself a slow, wicked smile before continuing. “Oh, yes. A ‘sadistic dickhead on a power trip who wouldn’t know his own ass from a glory hole’ I believe it was.”
Pink floods her cheeks, but in a move that doesn’t surprise me in the least, she jerks her chin up, fire blazing in her eyes. “I meant every word of it.”
“Regardless of the veracity of your statement, you will speak to your professors with respect, young lady. Unless you’d like for me to arrange another video chat with your Daddy?”
The color leeches from her cheeks. No doubt she’s remembering the last call we had, where her Daddy watched on as I paddled her bare bottom until she was a sobbing, pleading mess. She was on her best behavior for a week afterward, so perhaps it is time to give Steven a call.
Setting that aside for later, I step out from behind the desk, giving the cane a little swish to get her attention. “You know the position, Miss Wilson. Bend over and grip the other side of the desk.”
With a loud sigh, she does as she’s told. The position forces her up onto her toes in her school-issued Mary Janes, putting her bottom at the best possible angle for her caning.
All punishments at Good Girl University are delivered on the bare, so I take the time to flip her skirt up, tucking the hem into her waistband before tugging her regulation white panties to her knees. She really is beautiful, and it’s almost a shame she’s already claimed.
Then again, Ezra would never tolerate a Little as rebellious as our Tammy, so it’s for the best, really. We decided long ago we’d share everything in our lives, and that includes the Little girl we eventually claim for our own.
With Tammy bared for her punishment, I tap the cane against her bottom, both for the satisfaction of watching the round globes quiver and to take my aim. Raising my arm, I let it hang in the air for a heartbeat, then two, before swinging the cane down to connect squarely with the middle of her ass.
“Ow! One, Deputy Headmaster, Sir!”
The second lands just an inch or so beneath the first, and I nearly sigh with happiness at the two perfect red lines rising on her skin.
“Two, Deputy Headmaster, Sir!”
Her squeals of pain as I continue the caning are music to my ears. No sweeter sound have I ever heard than that of a naughty Little girl coming to regret her choices.
“Six, Deputy Headmaster, Sir!” she cries out when the caning is finished.
“The next time you want to disrespect one of your professors, the count will be double and I will make sure to have your Daddy watch. Which means he will likely add a paddling on top of my punishment. Am I making myself very clear here, Tamara?”
Sniffling loudly, she nods against the desk, looking every bit the picture of a well-punished Little girl. “Y-yes, Deputy H-headmaster.”
“Good girl. Come here.” Helping her up from the desk, I wrap my arms around her, comforting her until her sobs quiet to sniffles.
“You really are a good girl, Tamara. You’ve just got to learn to curb those impulses a bit.” Tugging a tissue free from the box on my desk, I hand it to her. “Tell you what. If you can go a whole week without being sent to my office, you can have a reward.”
Her eyes light up at that. “What kind of reward?”
“A video chat with your Daddy for an hour, in one of the private suites.”
There are dorms for the students, and then there is a building of private apartments for any of the faculty who wishes to stay here.
Most of the time it’s only myself and Ezra, as we’ve turned the top floor of the building into a penthouse of sorts.
But there are several empty apartments available for our visiting students to have…
quality time with the Daddy or Mommy who sent them our way, if they so wish.
“I promise I’ll be on my best behavior, Deputy Headmaster!”
“I’ll hold you to it. Starting with leaving that skirt tucked in and your panties off so everyone can see you were properly punished for your disrespect.”
Her bottom lip puffs out and her voice is significantly more subdued when she responds. “Yes, Deputy Headmaster.”
“That’s a good girl. Run along now, you don’t want to be late for dinner.”
Grabbing the backpack she dropped by my desk, she hurries out of my office, nearly plowing Ezra over in the process.
Eyebrows rising to his hairline, Ezra steps inside my office, closing the door behind him as he does, and every nerve in my body is suddenly on alert. He has that look in his eye, the one he gets after a long day of dealing with our naughty students.
“What was she in for this time?” he asks in that deep, rich voice that carries just a hint of the English countryside in it courtesy of his parents splitting their time between their summer home in the United Kingdom and their estate here in upstate New York growing up.
“She was late for class and when Dawes tried to discipline her she said some rather unflattering things about him. And his asshole.”
A ghost of a smile flits at the corners of Ezra’s mouth as he takes a step forward, closing the distance between us. “What was her punishment?”
Uh-oh. A dangerous question. Of the two of us, I am the more gentle touch, and if Ezra thinks I went too easy on her then I’ll be the one feeling the sting of the cane. “Six with the cane and a promise to double it if she’s sent to me again for disrespecting the faculty.”
“Hmm.” Coming to stand directly in front of me, Ezra runs his hand through my hair. “This isn’t her first offense.”
“No, Headmaster, it isn’t.”
Ezra’s eyes light with pleasure. He does love it when I use his title, and I can only pray it will earn me some leniency if he’s decided I wasn’t harsh enough with sweet little Tammy.
Gripping my hair in his fist, he spins me around, shoving me down over the desk I just had Tammy bent over, his hard cock pressing against my ass.
“We’ve talked about this before, Deputy Headmaster.
Our students are here to learn how to be their best selves.
They cannot do that without proper discipline. ”
Fear, the most delicious kind, runs in a shiver up my spine. “Yes, Headmaster.”
Tightening his hold on my hair and sending a sharp jolt of pain straight to my already aching cock, he growls low in my ear.
“It’s lucky for you I happen to think you did a very good job with our Miss Wilson.
I saw those marks, Byron. Perfect lines as always, and she’ll be feeling those welts for days. ”
Oh thank fuck. I practically melt into the wood of my desk as he reaches around to unbuckle my thin dress belt. “Thank you, Headmaster.”
“Fuck, Byron.” My name is a moan as he frantically tugs my pants down to my knees. “You know what it does to me to hear you use my title.”
My lips curve against the desk. “Yes, Headmaster.”
Releasing his hold on my hair, he reaches for the bottle of lubricant I keep on the desk for just this reason.
The bottle is discreet enough, the glass a dark brown to hide the actual liquid and the label nothing obvious enough to raise questions.
I watch, my rock-hard cock pressed painfully against the desk as Ezra pumps exactly one pump into his hand and my breath catches in my chest.
He’s in a mood. The kind of mood that makes him want to hurt me.
I fucking love those moods.
Inch by inch, his barely slickened cock forces me to open for him. There’s pain, mixing with pleasure in such a delicious cocktail it makes my head spin.
Groaning, he shoves his cock deeper inside me even as I whimper at the burn and bite of that pain. “Who else have you seen today?”
“Joy Toscano was sent to me first thing this morning for refusing to get dressed for the day.”
“And how did you punish her?”
“Oh, god,” I moan as he finally settles inside me, his balls pressed up against my ass.
Gripping my hips, he pulls out slowly, making sure I feel every single inch as his cock scrapes my sensitive inner walls.
“Um. I spanked her with her hairbrush and then made her go to class in her pajamas with a note instructing each of her teachers to punish her as they saw fit for being out of uniform.”
“Devious,” Ezra says with a low chuckle that vibrates through me.
“I’m rather proud of that one.” My voice is breathless, needy as I answer him.
“As you should be. Who else?”
One by one, I walk him through all the students I’ve punished today.
And with each retelling, his movements become more frantic, until he’s fucking me hard and fast against the desk.
With every thrust, his cock hits that place inside me that has me seeing stars.
I falter a few times, too distracted by my own growing need to focus on the task of relaying my punishments of the day, and each distraction earns me a sharp swat to the ass to bring my focus back where it belongs.
“You did a very good job today, Deputy Headmaster,” he praises when I’ve finished telling him about my day, his voice thick and rough with need. “You’ve earned a reward, if you can make yourself come before I do. Otherwise, it will be a very long night for you.”
Fucking finally. Driven by pure animal instinct, I grip my cock in my hand as he continues to fuck my ass with deep, hard strokes.
I’ve been teetering on the edge ever since I told him about the joint paddling I gave Angela Stevens and Joanna Gibbins for fighting at lunchtime, so it takes almost nothing to send me careening over the edge.
Pleasure floods my system, hot enough to have my vision going black at the edges as Ezra slams into me one final time.
“Good boy,” he murmurs in my ear before pressing a tender kiss to my cheek. “Get yourself cleaned up and I’ll have Johnson bring the car around. I was thinking we’d have dinner at that little Italian place in town with the meatballs you like.”
Even though we’ve been partners for nearly half our lives, Ezra has never actually said the words ‘I love you’.
But I hear that love loud and clear in his statement.
In the way he thinks about me, the way he puts me first in all things, and the heart he’s held in his hand for so long melts all over again.
“I think that sounds like a great plan.” Pushing myself up from the desk, I turn into his arms, leaning in to press my lips to his. “Headmaster,” I add with a smirk as I cup his empty balls in my hand.
“Keep it up and you’ll be the one walking out of here with cane welts on your ass.”
I can’t help it. I grin and give his balls a tight squeeze. “Yes, Headmaster.”
An hour later, we’re finally taking our seats at my favorite restaurant, and my ass aches inside and out as I settle into the hard wooden chair.
Another perfect end to another perfect day.