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“There’s a difference between a thirst for knowledge and prying.”
She groaned and rolled her eyes. “How is it prying to ask if you’re going to Singles Day?” She stood up before he could answer and walked over, her hips swaying provocatively. Alastair noticed that the top buttons of her blouse were undone to reveal the swell of her cleavage. Maribel lifted a leg and sat, resting one buttock on the edge of his desk. “Why do you hate me, Professor Robinson?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Yes, you do.” Her tone was petulant as she wound the end of her girlish chestnut braid around her finger. Her heavily glossed lower lip poked out in a sultry pout.
She leaned over. “It’s cherry,” she said. “I see you looking.” Maribel ran her tongue across the surface. “Want a taste?”
Alastair flushed. She was a beautiful young woman, and a hardcore submissive if the rumors were true. Her desire for him was obvious, yet he felt no attraction to her. “Maribel,” he said patiently as he rose from his chair. “This is highly inappropriate.”
“I agree.” She slid off the edge of the desk and walked to the end of the blackboard where the schoolmaster’s cane hung from a hook. Using one finger, she lifted it by the leather loop on the end then carried it stretched across her palms back to where he was standing. She laid it on the desk, like an offering, then leaned over the edge herself. Alastair felt his throat go dry as Maribel reached back and skimmed her white panties down to her knees and flipped up the hem of her plaid skirt to expose a shapely round bottom that would have fit the definition of perfection for most Tops.
“I’ve been bad,” she said. “I deserve to be punished, Professor. All semester I’ve done everything I can to get you to correct me. I want it. I want to go back to my room and sleep on my stomach because it hurts so bad. That’s what the other students do when you cane them. Hearing them cry makes me so jealous…”
Maribel bit her lip as her gaze shifted from Alastair’s face down to the front of his pants. He knew she was looking for the telltale tenting of his pants that would indicate arousal, but before she could ponder its absence, the door swung open.
“Professor Robinson… I…” There was an audible gasp as a shocked Dora dropped the stack of papers she was carrying. Her face flamed red, and she shielded her eyes from the scene, murmuring apologies for interrupting as she knelt to scoop up the papers.
“You haven’t interrupted anything,” Alastair said, relief flooding through him. “Maribel was just about to leave.” He turned to the blackboard to erase the earlier lesson. “You’re excused, Maribel.”
Maribel stood, her eyes flashing with hurt and humiliation as she jerked up her panties. Alastair ignored her as he exited the classroom. Dora was already halfway down the hall.
“Dora!” he called after her, breaking into a jog until he caught up with her, but she continued to walk, her head down and the papers clutched to her chest. “Dora!” He reached out to take hold of her arm; his grip was gentle but forceful enough to make her stop.
“God, I am so sorry,” she said. “I realized I have a doctor’s appointment in the infirmary tomorrow and knew you wanted these charts printed out and I didn’t want to disappoint you, so I had them printed and was just going to slip them under the door, but I saw the light on and…”
“Dora, Dora… you don’t have to explain.” Alastair put a hand gently to her cheek and her eyes widened in surprise. He found himself surprised, too; it felt like the most natural thing to ease her obvious anxiety with a touch.
“If I had known you were…”
“I wasn’t doing anything, okay?” He struggled for a way to explain. “I don’t discipline students on a whim, not even when they offer themselves up for it.” He paused. “Do you understand?”
“Oh,” said Dora. Her brow was furrowed, then Alastair saw the recognition in her eyes as she realized what he meant. “Oh…”
“I don’t like to speak ill of students, but no one in my class gets rewarded for trying to top from the bottom. What Maribel did was unbecoming of a student and a sub. If anyone should apologize it’s me. It was intolerable for her to upset you like that.”
Maribel hugged the papers to her chest and nodded. “Professor Robinson, I don’t think she knew I was coming in.”
“You are kind to defend her after what happened.” He put a hand on her shoulder and ducked a bit to catch her downcast gaze. “You have a gentle heart. I like that.” Alastair held a hand out for the papers which she gave him. “So, you have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow? Am I being too forward to ask if everything is okay?”
“No, Sir. Apparently, it’s routine for new subs.”
“But it makes you nervous.”
Dora nodded. Her gaze was cast downward. Alastair put a finger under her chin and gently tipped it upward so that he was staring down into her pretty green eyes.
“Going to the doctor could be scary. I spent a lot of time undergoing medical care in my early twenties.”
“You did?”
“Yes.” Memories flooded his mind. Appointments with therapists, Hormone therapy. Top surgery. He could not elaborate and was relieved when she didn’t ask. “It’s not always pleasant, even when it’s necessary. But I’ll tell you what. The infirmary gives out these little stickers now that say, ‘I was a brave girl’ or ‘I was a brave boy’ for those who do well in their appointments. You bring me that sticker and I’ll take you out for ice cream as a reward.”
Her green eyes widened. “Really?”
“Really.” Alastair smiled. “Would you like that?”
He didn’t need the affirmation of the nod she gave him. The grateful look in her eyes was enough and he knew she would come back with the sticker, although even if she didn’t, he had already decided he would do something special. Something special for a special Little.
