“You’re mean!”Cassie stomped her foot. “You’re not my father or even the boss of me. My grades are none of your business.”
“I’m making them my business, young lady. Consider yourself fortunate I’m not your father, otherwise we would not be having this discussion right now because you’d be across my knee for blowing off your restriction. As for not being the boss of you, I actually am. As are Rob and even Glenn, here. I’m good in History and English. We can get you caught up in no time.”
“I don’t need your help!”Cassie hissed, stomping away.
Bryon winced at the familiar door slam as Glenn glared at him with contempt. “Why did you have to go and do that? We were having fun. She even let me hold her last night.”
“Because she needs to learn that rules are enforced. Don’t even think of crossing me about this, mister. Now, I hear you’re having problems in Chem. Did you ask Rob for help? He’s great at that stuff.”
“Shove it, Bry,”Glenn sneered, leaving the room and slamming the front door.
Bryon sighed, flipping the TV back on. Cartoons. It figured.
“Two door slams? What did you do?”Rob asked sleepily. “It’s only 7:30 in the morning.”
“One was pissed because she was reminded about being grounded. The other was pissed because he lost his cartoon buddy.”
“You watched toons until you were 25. Lay off him. Plans?”
“Gonna take a jog then meet the guys in the field to work out some moves. You?”
“I need to spend some time in the office to get things together for our new project. With Glenn gone, who’s gonna keep an eye on her?”
“I’ll take her with me.”Bryon stood up, stretching his back. “Could you let her know to be ready in about an hour?”
“Yep. Thanks. By the way, you mentioned having an idea?”
“It’s been a while since we engaged in our extracurricular activity, but I think Miss Cassie would benefit from having a‘Daddy’around, as well as a little exhibition.”Bryon grinned.
Ron returned the grin, nodding. “You might be right. You’re better at age-play than I am; it’s your thing. Mine is more hard-core scenarios. I like an audience and you like being the audience. Works for me.”
“Let’s watch for the opportunity and then take it.”
“Deal. She needs to learn respect and the only way that will happen is through submission. Knowing her, we will only gain that with some humiliation and a lot of love.”Rob sighed.
“Okay, we’ll play it by ear. I’ll be back in a few,”Bryon said.
“Let me know if you want to work on some plays later, okay?”Rob said, seeing Bryon give him a thumbs up as he left for his run. Rob went upstairs and knocked on Cassie’s door.
“Cassandra, open up. It’s me,”he ordered firmly.
Cassie held her breath. He didn’t sound pissed… “What do you want?”she asked through the door.
“Please unlock the door, I want to talk to your face. Thank you,”he said patiently as the door slowly opened. He looked around her room.
“You’re going to be going out to the practice field with Bry today, so bring some things to do. Like your homework. He’s going to leave in an hour. When you get home, you need to clean this room. Ahhh, think before you say anything. You don’t want to start your day with a sore rump, do you?”
Cassie just glared at him, saying nothing.
Satisfied, Rob leaned over to kiss her forehead with a smile. “Good girl, you can control your temper if you try. I’ll be at the office for a few hours then I’ll meet you on the bleachers so we can critique Bry’s players, ok?”
“I hate football.”
“I know. That’s why it’s so much fun trying to teach you. I’ll see you later.”
Cassie watched him leave, completely confused. Who was this man? Begrudgingly, she admitted that she LIKED him. Sort of. This was despite his spanking her like a naughty young lady. It didn’t make sense; the fact that he manhandled her should make her resent him, not feel attracted to him! It was way too confusing. Shaking her head, she quickly dressed and grabbed her backpack along with the special‘gift’Gina slipped her last night.
Bryon eyed her as they drove to the practice field after stopping to get some hot chocolate and apricot muffins at Starbucks.
“I know you don’t want to be here today, Hot Pocket, but I thought you’d be more comfortable outside in the sunshine instead of being stuck in Rob’s office.”
Cassie rolled her eyes. When were these guys going to stop comparing her to angry foods? It was bad enough that Glenn called her Chili Pepper!