《Mommy's Little Pup.》2-School.
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"Sweetie it's time for school," mom says waking me up, I whined and groaned at being awakened, I don't wanna go to school, I don't want to go, people are mean there.
"Come on Rosa, you don't want papa to get mad at you," she says, I definitely didn't want another spanking, nor any love taps, I woke up slowly pushing my covers away a big pout on my face.
"Good girl, I'll wait for you downstairs," she says landing a kiss on my head, and leaving the room. I got up and got ready for the day, I wasn't very happy about it, I got dressed in my school uniform adding my necklace. It says I belong to my papa, I'm off reach, I'm off hands, no one can try to make me their bitch, since I'm a submissive human.
Sometimes humans get picked up even before they get classified or sent to their respective academies, but having Papa's name on my neck, kept me safe, I'm off hands. I finished getting ready and walked down the stairs, seeing papa dressed for the day in his typical suit, and mom in her tight pencil skirt and a blouse. She's his assistant, they work together since she's his submissive and he doesn't like letting her work alone or be away from him.
"Morning papa," I say going to give him a kiss on the cheek, hopefully, he's not mad at me, he's never mad after he scolds or disciplines me, it's the end of the story, but he doesn't hold a grudge.
"Morning princess, sit down, eat," he orders, he didn't have to say it twice, I'm starving, I sat and dived in my breakfast.
"Eva, clean the girl up," papa order my mom, he meant me, it's not my fault he sent me to bed without dinner, I'm hungry, she cleaned my face and kissed my nose sending me off to school. A personal driver takes me to and back from school, I don't have many friends, and all of us would be sent off to the academy once we reach the age of sixteen.
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"Bye Papa, bye mom," I say kissing them both receiving a hug from mom and a kiss from papa on my cheek.
"Be a good girl," he says, I nod, I'm always a good girl, I'm almost sixteen, and I'm a bit too worried about what to come, I won't be acting up, but I don't guarantee the rest of the school.
"Good morning, uncle Peter," I say politely, Peter works for my papa, he's a vampire, and a dominant.
"Good morning little princess, are you excited about your birthday?" He asks me.
"Mhm, sure," I say just to be polite, he'd tell papa if I do anything he doesn't see fitting.
"What's the pout for? Scared?" He says that's the truth, I'm terrified.
"Maybe?" I squeak, trying not to show him how terrified I'm.
"Hey, that's fine princess, just know whatever you get classified as it'll be your perfect match, and your papa would help you to find the perfect dom for you," he assures me, I just nod, he's right my classification would be my perfect match and papa would never allow a bad dom to claim me.
"Thank you, uncle Peter," I say with a smile, this did help, the school ride wasn't so long we soon arrived, I said my byes and walked in. I hate the school, some are mean to me just because I belong to a vampire while others are like me. I walked into my first class and sat down, it was regular math, next came English, since we're in the last year of school and most of my class have left, we got a lot of free classes.
"Rosabella, Rosie," Justin says, he's my number one bully, he's a vampire and a dom, and I hate him.
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"It's Rosabelle," I answer him with a growl, I don't like it when he messes my name up.
"Yes, yes, it means pretty slave, doesn't it? My little slave, just like your mama?" He says making me growl again.
"Class attention," a teacher calls coming in, I turned to her, seeing a teacher I don't recognize, she have blond hair, bluest eyes ever, she's as tall as daddy, her gaze went through the class until her eyes landed on me, only then she smiled, a scary smile, but she's a teacher, I'm safe around teachers.
"I'm here to have a talk with you about your classification," she says, getting all of our attention, she said the word that got everyone's attention, classification.
"Most of you would be getting classified soon, the school year is almost done, and you guys would be sent to school to learn about your new life. For all of you doms, getting close to submissives won't be possible until after you start learning more about yourself and your classification before you are even allowed near the submissives, so it better not get too close, or hurt a submissive that won't be yours," she says the words felt like they are meant to Justin, he growled, at me, and I tried to ignore him, he better stay away from me.
She kept on talking, shifting to submissives, and dominant again, going over the main academies, it's Dom&Little Academy, and the Submissive Academy, the most two famous ones in our district. When she was done, we were finally allowed to leave, her eyes kept on following me, she even licked her lips looking at me, I wasn't a meal, I made sure to walk quickly to get away from her.
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