His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) Read Free Page B

delicious, plump ass beckoning to him. His cock stirred, and he quietly sauntered to her, whispering in her ear, “Time to get up for school, Sassy.”
    Brittney’s reaction to be woken up always surprised him, and it shouldn’t have. Brittney turned onto her side, her eyes still closed and swung a fist at him. He grabbed her by the wrist with one hand and slapped her bottom — hard — with the other. “Sassy, you do not use your fists.”
    Her eyes flew open, glazed over with foggy, half-asleep haze, and both hands cupped her now pink ass.
    “You’ll learn to curb that reaction. It’s time to get up, or you’ll be late.”
    “God, I’m so exhausted, Daddy. I didn’t go to bed until two o’clock finishing my paper.” She threw her arm over her eyes, looking as if she might drift off again.
    He grasped her elbow, tugging at her to get up. “I know what time you came to bed. Keep in mind that if you had planned better, this paper would have been done earlier in the week. Do you think it turned out well?”
    Her eyebrows furrowed. “I never know. I finished it, and I think it’ll be okay.”
    Dylan stared at her quietly for a moment, letting some uneasiness rise in her. “Well, doesn’t that sound questionable? We made an agreement with the Professor about this course. I’ll be notified at the same time as you with your grade on this paper. If it’s not at least a B, your little ass will be a lovely shade of red. Bank on it, Sassy.”
    “But, Daddy! He grades hard. Getting a B in his class is like an A in others. Can we drop it to a C?” She sat up, putting on her best pleading face.
    Dylan shook his head, although part of him wanted to relent. He knew that Professor Parks was a difficult English Lit teacher, but it just meant that she had to work harder, not look for sympathy. “Sorry, Brittney Leigh, but we agreed.” He pulled her to stand. “Off to the shower. I’ll fix your breakfast.”
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    B rittney sat in the lounge at the college, her laptop open, her cursing only barely suppressed as she frantically added and deleted passages from her paper. She had hoped Daddy would relent and take into account how difficult Professor Parks was with his grading. Although she didn’t want to admit Dylan was right — ever —if she had finished the paper a couple of days earlier, she knew she’d probably feel a lot better at that moment.
    After receiving her last D in class from Professor Parks, she’d received a harsh hand spanking from Dylan, and she’d agreed to bring a note asking the Professor to copy Dylan on all emails. It had been an incentive for quite a while, the result being that her grades were higher than normal. However, she suspected it would bottom out on this paper, and as was normal for her, she had procrastinated for so long that she found herself rushing to finish on the day it was due.
    The clock on her desktop flashed. It was time to get to class. She typed in the professor’s name to her online document to share it with him, taking a deep breath and expelling it loudly as she hit the Enter key.
    Done.
    Brittney walked into class, barely able to make eye contact with her teacher. Professor Parks was near Dylan’s age, with wavy brown hair, and pale blue eyes the color of a wolf’s, but his demeanor made him seem so much older. He never spoke in slang like younger people, but rather he always used perfect diction and grammar all the while managing to avoid being haughty about it.
    She slipped into her desk, opening her book to the appropriate page. She hadn’t read any of her homework, needing every spare minute to write the paper. She hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t call on her with questions.
    Professor came around his desk, leaning against the front and crossing his arms casually, waiting until everyone sat down and quieted. “I just checked Google Docs, and it appears that a few of you submitted right before class. I hope that means you finished days ago and you