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Madison

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The booming voice stops me in my tracks. Shoot. I thought I was being quiet. I came down the stairs so carefully, avoiding all the ones that creak. I have them memorized. I stepped to the right side of the third step, skipped steps seven and eleven, and jumped silently to the floor at the bottom.

I sigh as I turn around to find Myles standing behind me, hands on his hips, brows drawn together. I’m in big trouble this time. I can already tell.

I heave my backpack up higher on my shoulder. “School. I’m gonna miss the bus if I don’t hurry.” This is true. It was intentional. All part of my plan to sneak out without getting caught.

“Turn around.”

I blow out a long breath as I turn to face away from him. Shit.

“Your skirt is so short I can almost see your panties, Madison. I’m pretty sure the headmistress would call me to bring you a more appropriate skirt as soon as you arrived.”

“It’s not. It’s fine.” I tug on it, trying to get it to sit lower so he’ll let me go.

“Have you cut off several inches and rehemmed it?”

Shit. Caught. I say nothing.

“And what’s in your backpack?”

“My books. I really have to go. The bus ? —”

“I don’t care about the damn bus, naughty girl. You can walk if you have to. Set your backpack on the island and open it.”

Fuck. I’m trembling as I obey him. I’m not going to get out of this. My ass already hurts just thinking about the punishment he’s going to give me when he discovers the contraband.

I slowly unzip it and angle it toward him so he can see the books and folders on top, hoping he won’t dig deeper.

He takes it from me and starts removing my books.

I bite my lip. I’m so fucked.

When he gets to the bottom, he lifts out a black lacy bra and holds it up. He tsks before putting it on the island and digging for the matching thong. Next, he removes the slinky, skin-tight black Lycra dress I intended to wear over the bra and thong. Finally, he finds the four-inch fuck-me heels.

“Where did you get this slutty clothing, young lady?”

“My friend,” I mutter.

“Your friend? What friend? Whoever it is, you will not speak to her again. She’s a bad influence. Are you talking about Kelsey? The girl you said you were going to have a sleepover with tonight?”

I sigh dramatically.

“Where were you going?” he demands.

“A club,” I mutter.

“You can’t get into a club, Madison. You’re underage.”

I bite my lip again.

“Please tell me you don’t have a fake ID.”

I drop my face, letting my hair fall around my cheeks.

Myles digs deeper and finds my fake ID. He sticks it in his back pocket. “You’re grounded.”

I gasp. “What? No. I have plans tonight.”

“You’re grounded for a month. If you say another word, I’ll make it two months.” He lowers his gaze to my blouse. “Did you remove some of the buttons from that blouse, young lady?”

I did.

He reaches for the front of the blouse, gives a yank, and it pops all the way open. The buttons scatter around the kitchen as he tugs it down my arms. “Where did you get this bra, Madison?” His voice is high-pitched now. “Did Kelsey get you this slutty bra, too?”

I don’t answer, and I don’t fight him when he turns me around to unzip my skirt. It falls to the floor. I hold my breath as he gets a look at my butt cheeks. I’m wearing the tiny, lace, white thong that goes with the bra.

“I can’t believe you thought you could go to school dressed like this. One puff of wind and every boy in your class would have seen your bare bottom. You know the rules. You have white cotton bras and panties that provide full coverage under your uniforms.”

“They’re so boring,” I mutter. “No boy is ever going to go out with me if I’m wearing those granny panties, and those bras are embarrassing. They look like something from a 1950s housewife ad.”

He startles me when he swats my bottom hard, making me rock forward. “You’re too young to even be thinking about boys, let alone trying to lure them in by flaunting your tits and ass.”

I hear a drawer open, but I don’t dare turn around. A moment later, he has hold of the elastic above my butt crack, and a snip is followed by my thong falling to the floor.

I rock forward as the cold scissors slide under the back of my bra right before he cuts through the lace. Now I’m naked except for my babyish socks and Mary Janes.

“Bend over the island, Madison. You know the drill. How many times have I had to spank your naughty bottom this month?”

I’ve lost count. I say nothing. I turn and lean over, flattening my palms on the edge of the island and bending so my boobs hang. It’s so humiliating when Myles disciplines me like this. And, as usual, I’m mortified because my pussy is dripping.

“Legs wider, naughty girl,” Myles orders.

I spread my feet.

He swats my inner thigh with his hand. “Wider. I shouldn’t have to tell you this.”

As soon as my legs are parted to his satisfaction, he spanks my butt with so much force that all the air whooshes from my lungs.

“I’m going to spank your bottom so hard that you wince every time you sit at school today.

When I’m done, we’re taking a trip to your bedroom.

I want every single bra-and-panty set that I haven’t bought for you handed over.

While you’re at school, I’m going to strip your room of all clothing.

From now on, I will dress you myself in the mornings and drive you to school.

I’m going to walk inside with you, too. I’ll check you in at the front desk.

If I ever catch you wearing something I didn’t approve again, you’ll find yourself going to school in crotch-snapping white onesies.

Everyone will see the white T-shirt under your blouse. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” I don’t dare argue. He can’t keep tabs on me forever. Eventually, I’ll find a way to misbehave again. But I don’t want to get into any more trouble than I already am, so I say nothing.

Myles spanks my ass so hard that tears pool in my eyes. When he’s done, he points toward the stairs. “Your room. Now.”

I’m trembling as I walk up the stairs, almost naked. My shoes and socks make it worse.

When I get there, he’s right on my heels, and he points toward my bed. “Lie on your back and spread your legs.”

I gasp and look at him. “Myles…”

“Now, naughty girl.”

My problems are about to get worse. I’m shaking as I sit on the edge, scoot back, and lower my body to the mattress. I hold my breath as I bend my knees and open them.

“That’s what I thought. When did you shave your pussy, Madison?”

“A few days ago,” I murmur.

“Why?”

“All the other girls shave, Sir.”

He steps closer, sets his palms on my inner thighs, and leans in to inspect my cunt. “You’re soaked.”

He’s right. I’m so embarrassed.

“You like having me look at your naughty pussy, don’t you?”

I swallow.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What a dirty girl. Did you shave your pussy for a boy?”

I bite my lip. I’m going to come, and that’s going to be even more mortifying.

Suddenly, Myles spanks my cunt. And I scream.

“Madison.” The voice is loud and off. It seems to come from far away. It’s still Myles, but it doesn’t sound like the reprimanding tone he was just using in my dream.

“Madison.” A hand touches my shoulder, and I open my eyes wide.

I’m breathing heavily as I look around the room. It’s dark, but the lights are on in the hallway, so I can see.

Myles is standing over me, his brows furrowed in concern. “Are you okay? You screamed.” He glances down at my body.

I do the same, realizing that I’ve kicked the covers off. I’m wearing a tiny white tank top and plain white bikini panties. My tank is so askew that one of my nipples is peeking out.

That’s not the worst part, though. My hand is covering my pussy. My panties are soaked. I jerk my hand from between my spread legs. My face heats.

Myles swallows hard as he lifts his gaze back to mine. “I thought…” He clears his throat. “I thought you were having a nightmare.” He pulls the covers up to my chest and sits on the edge of the bed.

I squeeze my eyes closed, mortified.

“You weren’t kidding, were you? You really do have sex dreams.” He’s not teasing. He’s being serious.

I say nothing. I need the Earth to swallow me whole.

He lifts my hand in his—the one I was pressing against my pussy. “Did you, uh… Did you come, sweetheart?” He’s flustered.

I groan. When I try to tug my hand free, he doesn’t let me. Instead, he lifts it to his lips and sucks three of my fingers into his mouth.

My eyes go wide, and my jaw drops. “You did not just do that.”

He smiles. “Couldn’t resist. You taste divine.” He leans closer. “Now, answer my question. Did you come?”

“No, dork face. I did not come. I never come. I always get yanked awake when you spank me.”

He grins. “I was spanking you?”

“Specifically my pussy.” Why should I be embarrassed? This is Myles. I want him to do all those things to me, and I think he will eventually.

His eyes widen. “I spanked your pussy?”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah.”

“Do I do that often?”

“No. You don’t usually touch my pussy. You don’t even see it. You usually strip me naked, spank my ass, and then I wake up. This time…” Okay, I’m not going to finish that thought. I do have a limit to my embarrassment.

“This time, what?” He leans closer.

I can feel his warm breath on my face. I lower my gaze to his lips. I want him to kiss me like he did yesterday—twice. The first time was just a taste. He made good on his promise and came to my room ten minutes later. That time, he kissed me senseless. I was floating by the time he broke free.

He left me like that, too. Panting and dizzy. I had to sit on the edge of my bed for a while to get my legs to work. He went to his bedroom and shut the door. I kind of wanted to follow him because I’d bet money he masturbated. It’s not fair that he can and I’m not allowed to.

When I don’t answer, Myles slowly pulls the covers down to my knees. He holds my gaze while he sets his hand on my pussy.

I whimper and spread my legs wantonly. I can’t help myself. I’m so deprived I might beg him to let me come.

He strokes one finger across my clit on top of my panties, his eyes firmly on mine.

I arch my chest, no longer caring that my nipple is exposed. Let him look. Lord knows I need to be able to tempt this man somehow.

“Your panties are soaked. Do you always wake up drenched after you dream about me?”

I nod.

“Words, Madison.”

Damn him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. So needy. You would have fucked this sweet pussy with your fingers if I hadn’t interrupted your dream, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, lifting my hips to get more pressure from his hand.

He leisurely strokes my folds over the cotton. “If you tell me why I spanked your pussy, I’ll let you come.”

He’s playing dirty.

He pinches my clit through my panties, making my eyes roll back.

When his hand disappears, I whimper.

My body shakes as I jerk my gaze to his. “Please…”

“Tell me, dirty girl.”

Fine. Why do I care? “Because I shaved my pussy without permission.”

He gives me a slow smile. “And that earned you a swat on your naughty pussy?”

“I did it to attract boys at school,” I tell him, hoping to taunt him.

His gaze narrows. “Then you deserved the punishment.”

“Probably. After all, it’s my dream. I do a lot of naughty things in my dreams to get you to notice me.”

I love his slow grin. He doesn’t look down as he eases his fingers into the front of my panties. “Mmm. You shaved this naughty pussy in real life, too.”

I purse my lips and fist the covers at my sides as he strokes my clit.

“When did you shave, Madison? When did you bare this naughty cunt?”

Now I’m mortified. Why does this particular topic embarrass me? I realize it’s because this is the same conversation we were having before I woke up. I was meant to be humiliated. That was the point of the fantasy.

“Madison…” He’s never going to let me get away with any secrets. That’s obvious.

“Sunday,” I whisper.

He seems startled. “You shaved for the first time on Sunday?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Another slow, sexy smile. I’m so glad I delight him at my expense. “You did this for me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I barely whisper. Does he like it?

“It’s sexy as fuck, and I can’t even see it.”

“I wasn’t sure if you would like it, especially after you lectured me about age play.”

“Sweetheart, a clean-shaven pussy is hot. It has nothing to do with age play. I can’t wait to rub my face over it.”

I moan, wishing he would do so now.

He slides his middle finger between my soaked folds. “You’ve used your vibrator inside your tight cunt, right?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

He eases his finger into me. It’s maddening how he takes his time. “So tight. Damn. I’m going to have to work this tight channel often before I’ll be able to put my cock in here.”

Darn. I wish he would fuck me right now. I don’t even care that it will hurt. I glance toward the front of his shorts. His erection is prominent. He’s huge. I can only see the bulge through the material, but I’m certain it will hurt when he puts it inside me.

“Eyes on mine, naughty girl.”

I lift my gaze, unapologetic about checking him out. My mouth falls open when he curls his finger inside me and rubs along the top of my channel, the very spot I focus on when I masturbate.

“That’s my girl. Let me make you feel good.” He strokes that spot over and over, grinding his palm against my clit at the same time. Thank goodness he’s going to let me come.

He lowers his face and takes my lips in a hard kiss.

I moan into his mouth as he adds a second finger to my pussy and thrusts them in and out. I’m so close… When he presses his palm harder, rubbing my clit deeper, I can’t hold back. I come.

Nothing has ever felt so good in my life. It’s like I was always meant to be with Myles. He was meant to be the one who took my virginity and showed me what it should feel like to be with a man. A real man. Not a boy.

My eyes roll back as the waves of my release milk his fingers, and I’m panting when he finally removes them. He brings them back to his lips and sucks my juices off them one at a time.

I can’t look away. I’m sated and mesmerized by how dirty he is. He might be filthier than the Myles in my dreams.