He continues until my ass throbs with the pain, heat radiating from my scorched ass. Then he tugs my skirt back down, but it’s so short, he barely moves it. “Next time you come to this classroom, you dress more appropriately,” he orders in a gritty growl. “And you’ll come on time, or you’ll find yourself over my desk for a paddling. Understood?”I groan, floating on endorphins and fantasy. “Yes, Daddy.”He freezes. I open my eyes, suddenly aware that this isn’t play, this isn’t a scene, and that I really am, in fact, being spanked by a dom.And I just called him Daddy.My ass is on fire, my clit pulsing for attention, and all he does is lift me up off the desk and spin me around to look at him.“Did you just call me Daddy?” he growls.I fucked up. Oh, God, I totally fucked up. He’s going to hate me. He’ll push me away and never want to do this to me again. My one chance at being dommed, and I blew it with my big mouth.“Yes, sir? I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what came over me.”“Good gir
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