Page 18 of Single Dad Problems
I swallowed the drool pooling in my mouth over his domineering energy and clamped my hands together in my lap. “I’m sorry.”
He smiled and shook his head. “Come on. Focus for just a little bit longer. I was saying that next week’s meeting should…”
I remembered he’d moaned my name so loud when I licked the shell of his ear. When I sucked at the skin just below, his grip on my hips had turned bruising. His eyes had nearly swallowed me whole with their intensity. I’d never felt so desired in my entire life.
“Okay, I can see that I’m going to have to change strategies.” Luke glanced at the door to my classroom and rolled his shoulders. “You’re going to have to focus to get through themeetings with all the vultures circling you. We both know that focusing isn’t your…strongest attribute… So, we need to try something different, something that will guarantee your attention doesn’t waiver.”
I rolled my eyes before I could stop myself. “Unless you’re hiding Adderall in your pocket, I don’t know what you could do to cure my ADHD.”
“Not cure. It’s not a disease. I just think if I provided the right motivation you might tap into a hidden vault of attention. At least for long enough to get through planning the meetings you have to lead.” Luke licked his lips and sat back in his chair. “Will you agree to whatever I say?”
Butterflies erupted in my stomach. “W-what do you mean?”
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on my desk. “Will you agree to whatever suggestion I come up with to help?”
My fingertips drummed anxiously on my thighs. “It won’t be anything horrible, will it? I have a weak stomach and if you try to make me eat something weird, I’ll puke all over you.”
“I don’t remember you having a weak stomach when you were on your knees, sucking us down your throat.” Luke’s voice deepened with the filthy words and his eyes took on a dangerous glint that promised trouble. “It won’t be anything horrible, Cupcake.”
I was so flustered from hearing him so boldly say those words to me that I just nodded. “Yeah. Yes. Sure.”
“Every time you fade out and stop listening to me, I’m going to bend you over this desk and spank you. Hard.” He watched my mouth drop open and his responding grin was slow and seductive. “You can avoid getting spanked if you just stay on track with me. We don’t have much more to get through.”
I was scandalized. “You can’t spank mehere. We’re in a school!”
“Like I said, if you don’t want to get spankedhere, pay attention.” He leaned even farther across the desk. “This might be the only time I hope for you to quit listening to me.”
The door was shut and it didn’t have a window. There was a wedge against the wall that I could use to lock the door but that felt excessive and a little kidnappy. I wasn’t opposed to Luke spanking me while giving me his stern looks; I wasn’t opposed even a little. It was just the idea of getting caught that had me shaking in my flats.
“I can focus for a few more minutes.” I was trying to convince myself more than tell Luke. I could do it. I would just focus extra hard on focusing. No problem. “Let’s get to it then.”
Luke nodded and turned the tablet around to me. “You can click on each week and then each day to see a breakdown of the plan. The meetings are going to be up to you, of course, but I jotted down what we should be covering in order to keep the play running smoothly. You can add your own notes here or even attach documents.”
My eyes trailed along with his finger as he pointed and I nodded along with what he was saying. “I can click on things and attach things. Got it.”
“For the meeting this week we need to schedule auditions and figure out which parents are free and willing to help with the auditions.” He balled his fist again and frowned at the tablet. “Let me just add that really quick. You can see how easy it is to add stuff.”
His voice dropped as he fiddled with the tablet and I had to hide a yawn. It was peaceful and relaxing listening to him basically speak to himself, too peaceful and relaxing. I yawned again and then thought about how I’d yawned in class that morning and one of my little boys hadn’t yawned, despite staring straight at me. People always claimed that if someone could watch another person yawn and not respond it made them apsychopath, but Finn was one of the sweetest kids I’d ever taught.
Thinking of psychopaths made me think of serial killers and that made me think of the statistic that the average person will walk past thirty-six murderers in their lifetime. I was almost thirty so I wondered how many I’d walked past already. If the average lifespan of an American woman was eighty-one years, then I was thirty-seven percent through my lifespan, meaning in theory, I’d walked past around…
“Well, well, well. It looks like you’ve earned your first spanking, sweetheart.”
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Callie
The squeak I let out was embarrassing but the sternness that had entered Luke’s voice made my entire body jolt. He wasn’t actually going to spank me in my classroom, surely. He was just trying to scare me straight. He could’ve had his own version ofScared Straight, one where he just used his Daddy voice on people to get them in line. I could already see the show’s marketing picture with Luke standing tall with his arms crossed and a scowl on his handsome face.
“Are you serious right now?” He stood up and walked around the desk to stand over me. “That’s a second spanking.”
I scoffed. “No! No, it’s not. There’s not going to be any spanking. Right?”
The slow smile that stretched his lips promised trouble for me. He lifted a single eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Stand up, Cupcake.”
Even as my brain laughed off the idea of him actually spanking me my body followed his orders like a perfect little soldier. Istood up so fast that my head spun and before I could stabilize myself Luke had be turned around and bent over my desk. Gasping, I braced my hands under my chest and was about to push myself up when Luke’s hands slid under my skirt. He was serious. A wild, inappropriate heat went through me and my arms went limp under me.
“That’s a good girl.” He gripped the sides of my panties and slowly pulled them down my thighs. “These are mine now.”
