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Madison

“Clothes off, Madison. Now.”

I swallow hard. My fingers are shaking so badly it’s difficult for me to undo the buttons on the front of my blouse as I stare at Myles.

His brows are furrowed, and his jaw is tight.

He’s holding a ruler in one hand, tapping his opposite palm with it over and over.

He means business. “Hurry up. If you’re not naked and ready to bend over the island in thirty seconds, I’m going to spank your pussy with this ruler instead of your bottom, Madison. ”

We’re in the kitchen. He was at the table waiting for me when I tried to sneak in the back door. He flipped on all the lights as soon as I entered, and in an instant, I knew I was busted.

My heart races as I rush to get out of my starched white blouse. I drop it on the floor and reach back to unzip my ridiculously short plaid skirt. I shiver as the pleated material falls to join the blouse, leaving me in a plain white bra, full-cut white panties, white socks, and black Mary Janes.

“Fifteen seconds, Madison.”

Part of me considers taking my time just to antagonize Myles, but I’m too scared to find out what it would be like to have my pussy spanked, so I quickly bend down to unbuckle my shoes, step out of them, tug off my socks, and then rise to unfasten my bra.

Myles is clenching his jaw when I glance at him. He wants me. He wants to fuck me. I can see it in his eyes. But first, he’s going to punish me for missing my curfew.

I shouldn’t have gone out with my friends after school without calling him first. And I certainly shouldn’t have stayed out past nine.

“Did I say you could leave your panties on, naughty girl?” His voice is rough. He’s aroused. I can see the bulge in the front of his black slacks. He can’t hide it. Not when he’s wearing dress pants.

The black shirt, striped tie, and polished black shoes make him look authoritative and sexy as fuck.

“Three seconds, Madison.”

No one calls me Madison except my father, and even then only when I’m in trouble. I am in trouble, though, and I like the way Myles uses my full name when I’ve misbehaved.

I hook my fingers into the elastic of my panties and push them down my legs. When I step out, I glance up to see Myles holding out a hand.

“I’ll take those.”

My breath hitches. My panties are wet. He’s going to know. My face heats as I hand him the evidence of my arousal.

Myles brings them to his nose and inhales before rubbing the soaked cotton with his fingers. “Such a bad girl. Did you pee yourself, Madison?”

I suck in a breath, my face heating further. “No, Sir.”

“Ah, so it makes you horny when you break curfew because you like the humiliation of stripping naked and having your naughty bottom spanked.” His words do not come out as a question, but he’s staring at me with a raised eyebrow, waiting for an answer, nevertheless.

“Yes, Sir,” I mutter.

“Louder, Madison. I didn’t hear you,” he shouts.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, fisting my hands at my sides. My instinct is to cover my boobs, but I know he doesn’t allow that, and besides, I like the way he stares at them.

“Yes, what, Madison? Tell me why you didn’t call to let me know where you were and that you wouldn’t make your curfew.”

My pussy pulses. He knows how embarrassed I get when he forces me to elaborate.

He pockets my wet panties and taps his palm with the ruler again. “I’m waiting.”

I draw in a breath. He can and will outwait me. “I stayed out late on purpose so you would spank me, Sir.”

My nipples are hard points, and they grow harder when he steps closer and taps them with the ruler.

I gasp.

“I think enrolling you in that private school was a bad idea. Your behavior has been abhorrent since you started there. The other girls are a terrible influence.”

I lick my lips. I don’t want him to pull me out of school and move me to a new one. I’m so close to graduation. I’ll end up behind and have to repeat the year. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

“Oh, I intend to make sure of that.” Myles points toward the kitchen island. “You know the drill. Bend over, palms on the island.”

I tremble as I get into the required position.

“Step back, Madison. I want your arms straight, tits hanging, legs wide.”

I start panting and adjust my stance. Arousal is running down my inner thighs. He will see it as soon as he steps between my legs. And that’s exactly what he does next, squatting down behind me and tapping my inner thighs with his ruler.

“Tsk tsk. You didn’t shave your pussy today, Madison.”

I shudder. He’s right. I was running late this morning. “I ? —”

“No excuses. Set your alarm fifteen minutes earlier from now on, and I’m going to inspect your cunt before you leave for school every day.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. My legs are shaking. I’m so close to orgasm I might come before he touches me. Not only would that be embarrassing, but I’m not allowed to come without permission. Myles decides when I’ve earned that kind of pleasure.

I’m pulsing with need, though. My heart rate is through the roof. I hold my breath as he sets the ruler on the floor, grips my hip with one hand, and trails the other up my inner thigh.

“You don’t have permission to come, naughty girl. You will control yourself. Bad girls who break curfew go to bed with sore bottoms and needy cunts.”

My breathing is ragged. I need him to touch my pussy. One touch would do the trick. He won’t, though. He never touches me where I most need it when he’s about to discipline me.

He lingers, though, his fingers inching closer. He uses them to pull my lower lips apart, exposing more of my folds to the air.

I rise onto my toes, holding my breath to keep from coming.

Suddenly, Myles releases me, picks up the ruler, and stands. “Ten swats to your naughty bottom and thighs. You’ll count each one for me and stand still while I punish you. If you try to avoid the ruler by swaying away from it, I will start over. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The first swat lands low across my butt cheeks, and I cry out.

I bolt to sitting, gasping for air. Holy shit.

I start shaking as I look around the room. Dammit . That was the best Myles dream ever, and Lord knows I have a lot of them. Why must I always wake up before he lets me come?

I groan as I drop onto my back, panting and staring at the ceiling. The sheets are twisted around me, and my tank top is pushed up. I suspect I was rubbing my breasts. My panties are soaked, and my pussy is throbbing as though all of that really happened and I was actually cock-blocked.

I slide my hand into my panties and rub my clit. I’m so horny from my dream that it won’t take long to get myself off. Hopefully none of my housemates will walk into my room while I’m finishing up where Myles left off.

Biting my lip, I try to keep from moaning as I spread my legs and rub my clit harder. It doesn’t take long before I get what my body needs, coming hard like I do every time I have a naughty schoolgirl dream featuring my father’s best friend.

Breathless from my orgasm, I stare unseeing at the ceiling, my body trembling from the amazing release. Why can’t I dream about men my own age?

I’ll be twenty-one in a week. I’ll graduate from the university next month.

There are plenty of guys in their early twenties who want to date me.

I get asked out often enough. I even go on dates with some of them.

But no one comes close to making me tremble like Myles does—and he’s not even aware of it.

It’s maddening. I’m in love with a man twice my age who has no idea. I’ve known him my entire life, but I’m sure I’m not even a blip on his radar. I’m a kid to him. A child.

I’ve had the hots for Myles Cooper for longer than I care to admit. The dreams started a few years ago, about the time I found out my dad and Myles belong to a kink club.

Part of me wishes I had never heard them talking about going to Edge. As soon as they left the house that night, I jumped on my computer and went down a rabbit hole. There are things I cannot unlearn. Things I cannot unsee. Things I cannot unhear.

I was nineteen at the time. I knew more about BDSM and kink clubs in a week than most people probably discover in their lifetime. And that’s when my crush on Myles switched to deep fantasies about him dominating me.

That’s when the dreams started.

That’s when I learned to touch myself.

That’s when I bought my first vibrator.

That’s when I lost all interest in boys my age.

That’s when my entire world started revolving around a man my father would never approve of, a man who would never be interested in someone my age, a man who would never fuck up his friendship with his best friend by touching me.

I sigh as my alarm goes off. I need to get to class. Hopefully after I graduate, I’ll get a job and start an adult life that will lead to adult relationships with men. Surely, I’ll find someone who can chase thoughts of Myles from my head so I can move on.