His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) by Megan Michaels

hard enough — and she’d probably never be able to convince him otherwise either.
    She had only written a few lines when Daddy Logan’s voice bellowed into the classroom. “Isabelle, front and center.”
    Belle pivoted, running to her Daddy, throwing her arms around his neck. “Professor Parks is being mean to me, and his wife got me into trouble. But nothing is happening to her! Daddy, take me out of here. She says I’m going to get a spanking.”
    Daddy Logan extricated himself from her embrace, pushing her back a step. “First, let me see what you did. And then I’ll decide with — Daddy Maddox — if your ass should be caned. I want you to be quiet while I talk to him about this. If you speak, you’ll lose your panties and skirt in front of all these outstanding students. Is that clear?”
    Belle blushed from her collarbone to her hairline. “Y-yes, Daddy. I’ll be good.” She stood rooted to that spot while Logan walked to the front of the classroom with Maddox. The men whispered and although you could hear a pin drop in that classroom as everyone listened intently, not a word could be heard from either of them.
    Libby found it difficult to write her lines, even though she kept her head down, looking especially studious in case her Daddy looked over at her. Within moments, Daddy Logan bellowed. “Isabelle and Elizabeth, come here, please.”
    Both women exchanged looks, each taking their sweet time to get to the front of the room.
    “Isabelle, I read your note.”
    Belle dropped her gaze to the floor.
    “And I’ve got to say, out of the naughty things you’ve done here — and gotten paddled and whipped for in the past — this has to be the worst. What in the world were you thinking? You called this upstanding man — a Daddy and a Master, no less — a ‘son of a bitch’ and his woman a ‘cunt.’ Have you lost your mind?” Logan couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice.
    “I... but Daddy... he made me mad.” Belle pouted her lips, crossing her arms over her chest.
    “Give me your panties and I’ll button your dress up. You were to answer the question, not defend your bad behavior. You lose any ability to protect your dignity.” He put his hand out, waiting for the articles of clothing.
    Belle looked over her shoulder at the class behind her. “But Daddy—”
    “Do I need to repeat myself?” Logan’s voice dropped to barely a whisper, the deep rumbling vibrating through Libby’s core.
    “N-no, Daddy.” Belle reached under her dress, pulling down her pale blue cheeky panties, placing them in his hand.
    “Turn around.” She faced the class, and Libby could see Logan lifting her blue dress, finding the holes in the hem, bringing them up to the white buttons on the straps of her pinafore. With the back of her dress buttoned up to her shoulders, her shaved pussy was exposed to all her peers. A sob escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes. Libby was sure that Belle hoped hiding herself from the onlookers would somehow make what was happening more bearable.
    That is until Logan’s deep voice said, “Turn back around.”
    Libby pivoted slowly, her pale bottom exposed to the class, a faint pink handprint was still visible, concrete evidence of the hard swat Daddy Logan had given her in the bar area.
    Logan raised his voice, ensuring all could hear him. “Can everyone see Belle’s naughty bottom?”
    “Yes, Daddy Logan.” The class murmured back.
    “This backside is going to be caned by the good Professor Maddox. I’m hoping you all learn a lesson from my bad girl.” Logan then redirected his attention back to Belle. “You’ll do everything the Professor asks. Do you hear?”
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    “And if you give him any trouble, I’ll jump in and paddle your ass before turning you back over to him. I’m sure you don’t want a paddle on top of your caning. Am I right?”
    “No, Daddy, I don’t.”
    Logan addressed Maddox. “Hey, Maddox. Were you able to punish her for