Chapter 6Enzo
I came tonight ready to punish. Angry, thirsty for vengeance, having feasted on the vision of her kicking and helpless over my knee since early this morning. She had a taste of discipline once at my hands, but it wasn’t enough.
I kept my cool after she doused me with her damn water. Let her walk out with that goddamn smirk on her face, sashaying out of my classroom, swaying her hips as if taunting me to come and get her. I took off my shirt, wiped my face down, stood in the classroom in a t-shirt and called Emilio. Half an hour later I was dressed in dry clothes, welcoming my next class in and plotting my revenge.
All day long, I pictured this. Mia, at my mercy, pleading for forgiveness. It’s a song I’ve heard before, but this time, the cadence is different. This isn’t a criminal who deserves to die begging for his life, but a girl on the cusp of womanhood begging for what she doesn’t even know she needs.
Discipline. Guidance. Structure.
A woman like her needs a firm hand, and hell if she isn’t gonna feel that hand tonight.
Her pleas fall on deaf ears, not because I’m a heartless bastard—hell, I can be that man, too. But tonight, I tune her pleas out because I know what I’m about to do for her is exactly what this girl needs. And yeah, Piero Russo would have me castrated and left to bleed out on the cobblestoned streets of Calabria if he knew what I was about to do, but he gave me a job. Protect her. Take care of her.
My methods are just a bit unconventional.
Over my knees, her hair wound around my fingers, she’s so close to me her warm breath hits my legs, and my cock lengthens. My mind goes where it shouldn’t. That gorgeous, luscious mouth of hers, filled with my cock while those brilliant eyes hold my gaze, as she sucks until I come, and she swallows every damn—
No. God, no, I can’t let myself go there.
I swallow hard and blink to clear my mind when she pleads again.
“Please, I—”
“Please what, cara?” The sweet term rolls off my tongue before I can stop it and brings a sudden halt to her pleading. She looks over her shoulder at me, her beautiful eyes wide, brimming with tears.
I feel my body and my grip on her chin tighten.
“Are you high, Mia?”
She blinks but doesn’t answer.
Fuck. Of course she is. I may have intercepted her douchebag junkie friend once, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t have a stash.
I’m failing at my job. I’m not watching her closely enough.
This ends now.
With grim conviction, I arrange her over my lap with ease. I tip her just enough to set her off balance. Her hair cascades to the floor, and her hands fly out and brace herself. I take one goddamn stolen moment to admire her, helpless and vulnerable, so beautiful it makes me ache.
Without another thought, I break every fucking rule in the book and lift the hem of her dress. I’ll leave her panties on. Compromise. They’re no more than a strip of dental floss, but whatever. I can justify spanking her ass, but removing her panties is another story.
“Please,” she whispers one last time.
“Please what? Let you act the spoiled brat and attack the one guy who’s here to watch you? No.”
I slam my palm against her upturned ass. I relish the sting and burn on my palm, the way she bucks and squirms, the warmth of her beautiful curves pressed up to me so intimately.
“Let you risk your safety, your wellbeing, and your very life by letting you put that shit in your body? Also, no.”
Crack.
She whimpers.
“Let you keep the company of idiots who’d just as soon use you as look at you? Nah.”
Whack.
“Fail at my job, let you hurt yourself, and fail to give you the discipline you need so desperately? Not today.”
She cries out loud when I deliver another hard spank.
“Watch you offer to use your body to avoid your punishment? Not a chance.”
I let loose three hard, punishing smacks that take her breath away.
Goddamn, I’m enjoying myself, watching her beautiful, unblemished skin blossom pink, then red, as I punish her.
“Professor!”
I spank her again.
“No. In the classroom, you call me professor. When you’re a naughty little girl in need of a spanking, you’ll call me sir.”
Smack.
I slam my palm a second time, then a third, while she cries and begs for mercy.
“Say it.”
“Let me go. This isn’t fair. When my father finds out about this—”
Oh, she isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I adjust her over my lap and get comfortable. She lifts one perfectly manicured little hand off the floor and it flies back in a fruitless effort to protect her vulnerable ass. I grab her wrist and pin it to her lower back with ease, then continue the chastisement she’s had coming her whole damn life.