Lizbeth looked over at me, and although she couldn’t say it—not here in front of everybody—I knew what she was saying behind those eyes.
I love you…
I stared back.
How could I ever have doubted you, princess?
“Dean Warmer, if you will please excuse yourself,” Professor Mack said. “We have a matter to discuss.”
“What?” he roared. “As a member of the faculty disciplinary committee, I am required to be present at all meetings!”
“I’m afraid you have a conflict of interest, Chuck.”
“Conflict of interest, my ass!” he roared, his face red like a ripe tomato baking in the sun.
“The agenda of this meeting has changed,” Professor Mack explained. “The new matter at hand is whether or not to dismiss Dean Warmer.”
“Excuse me,” I gloated, smiling down at the dreadful son of a bitch who’d almost ruined my life. “I’ll leave you guys to it.”
I stepped out of the room feeling light as a feather. Dean Warmer, that son of a bitch, had tried to set me up over that shit with his wife and somehow Lizbeth, my beautiful Lizbeth, had found him out.
“I’m so sorry, Professor Grey,” Christy said. I turned around to see them exit the room and smiled as Lizbeth threw herself into my arms.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” I whispered back. “And it’s okay, Christy. It’s not your fault he’s such a colossal prick.”
Christy walked off, leaving us alone in the hall while the committee voted on whether or not to keep Dean Warmer. I could pretty much bet on the outcome.
Lizbeth and I kissed like old lovers, not ones who had met only three days ago and been absolutely smitten by each other. After what could have been
an hour, Lizbeth broke our embrace and looked deep into my eyes. A roaring, powerful heat swept through me, my pure desire and love for her touching every nerve of my body.
“Why don’t we get out of here, teach’?” she whispered.
“Yeah? Where should we go?” I teased.
“I dunno,” she shrugged. “Don’t you have a house across campus?”
“I sure do. And if I remember, you have a few more lessons you have to finish.”
Lizbeth smiled and dragged her plump lips across my neck. “Yes, I do. And I’m going to finish them, professor. I’m going to be the teacher’s pet.”
Epilogue
Lizbeth
I cried out as the paddle smacked against my ass in the exact same spot as last time. I glanced back over my shoulder at my husband, wearing the most gorgeous suit in the world, a thick bulge in his pants expressing his desire, and the disciplinary paddle in his hand that he used on me when I was a bad girl.
“This is the second time you’ve been late this week,” he scolded me as he ran his fingers up my thighs, tickling me, causing my entire body to quiver. I could feel my pussy juices running down my legs as he stood behind me. “And don’t think just because you are friendly with your teacher that you get special privileges.”
“I don’t think that—” I started to say, but was silenced by another paddle. My nipples went hard against Caleb’s desk that I was bent over in his office. He’d taken me here after the lecture, this time calling me out in front of the entire class. He was getting bolder, risking more for the thrill of hiding our relationship in plain sight.
“How do you respond to your teacher?” he demanded gruffly.
“Yes, professor…”
“That’s right,” he replied, running a gentle hand over the red mark on my ass. His touch sent shivers of anticipation through my body, lighting me up like electricity. “Now—you were late again today, weren’t you?”