Page 117 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

Daddy gave him a serious look. It means that you’re mine. Every minute of every day. It means that you always check in with me and let me know where you are.

Landon rolled his eyes, though he secretly loved the idea.

Daddy was totally on to him. But you mostly won’t need to, because I’ll need to see my dangerous boy a lot more than once a week. Maybe even every night.

You won’t get sick of me?

Daddy laughed. I don’t think you understand how obsessed I am. I worry about your sleep and your workload and whether your shoulders are getting too tight. I think about whether you’re having enough Lena days. Now I’m going to make sure that you have enough time to regress, too. If you give me permission, I’m going to smother you.

That sounded like heaven. And what if I’m difficult? Like, even when I’m not trying to be bad, but I just am? This was the part that worried him a little bit more, because it felt so unbelievably freeing to be immature and defiant and know that Daddy would be there to set limits for him.

Daddy got an evil glint in his eye. Oh, I know what to do with bad boys. You do what you need to do. Just know that there will be consequences.

Landon went from feeling shmoopy and sweet to hard and horny in an instant. And it looked like Daddy did, too. The promises in his eyes made Landon want to drop to his knees, but with a very different intention this time.

He started to do it, but Daddy grabbed his shoulders and stood up with him. That’s a reward for later. If you’re good.

Landon pouted. Dammit.

Now I believe you have some homework to do before you get to play.

Double pout. Really?

Daddy gave him another slap on the ass which, honestly, wasn’t a good motivator to get out his computer. Really. How long do you need to finish your lesson plans?

Maybe two hours?

Alright. Two hours and then we take a break and see if my good boy has earned a treat.

The two hours flew by as Landon got lost in his lesson plans and even had some time to work on the budget proposal he’d needed to finish. But no matter how focused he was, he knew that Daddy was sitting next to him, typing on his own laptop and sometimes not-so-secretly just watching Landon work.

When the time was up, he sat in Daddy’s lap and told him all about what he’d been working on. Daddy paid attention to every word and asked the right questions.

He was so immersed that he’d completely forgotten why he was having a bad day yesterday until Daddy asked his next question. How did your presentation to the superintendent go?

That jerked Landon back into the feeling of defeat that had sparked their whole scene yesterday. Though maybe since it had earned him his Daddy back, it was worth it.

He was still angry, though. Daddy tried to hold him, but he had to get up to pace and rant.

I figured out why they’re changing the program. And it’s total bullshit. It’s not about regulations or funding or supporting the students or anything even remotely legitimate. The superintendent has a daughter who’s deaf and he’s raising her completely oralist. Which is totally fine, you know? I mean, it would be nice if he gave his daughter a choice or wanted her to learn two languages, but whatever. Maybe she’ll learn to sign when she gets older like Ash did or maybe not, but it’s cool for her parents to make that decision with her.

The shitty part is that apparently she’s getting teased at school, and instead of educating the teachers about how to handle it, the superintendent wants all of the Deaf kids integrated into the mainstream programs across the district. He thinks it would normalize things, but it would probably just subject them all to the same bullying and unprepared teachers. Not to mention that he thinks that being stuck in mainstream classes without sufficient interpreters would help them, and I quote, “have a normal childhood experience” and “learn skills for success in adulthood.”

Daddy looked livid, which was gratifying since he hadn’t gotten any real support from his principal or Mrs. Eaves yesterday. And his fucking principal had known the whole time!

So what’s your plan? Daddy finally asked.

Nothing. There is no plan. It’s May and the budget’s already been set. School’s out in five weeks. I should have figured this out in December when I heard about it, but I thought my principal would do something and by the time I realized what was going on it was too late.

Daddy squinted his eyes. I don’t know much about school districts, but I remember my parents fighting to get my IEP implemented every year. It’s the responsibility of the district, so you should have the parents raising hell. They could even threaten to sue. People make millions from school districts over stuff like this when it doesn’t get it fixed.

Do you think that’s realistic? I’ve already had some of the parents complain to the principal.

My parents threatened to sue every year. Our district didn’t have a program like yours, so they had to provide me with a one-on-one interpreter. I’d call the local newspapers, too, and get the kids and parents to write public letters. The superintendent’s not going to close your program if it means he might lose his position.

I could lose my job over this.

Daddy raised his eyebrows meaningfully.