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I lean in and pretend to inspect her breasts. “Your nipples are swollen, naughty girl.”

She doesn’t respond.

I thumb her pretty bud, making her rise onto her toes and moan.

“Tsk tsk. Such a dirty girl. You can’t even control yourself. I bet you opened your blouse and bra for boys today, too. You like it when boys look at your tits, don’t you?”

“No, Sir.”

I lift my other hand so I can cup both breasts at once.

I pinch her nipples and give them a little twist. “These look awfully swollen, Madison,” I reprimand.

“I suspect you’re lying, that you let some boy suck on them.

” I point to the red splotches on her chest next.

“Your skin is pink in some places. Is that from someone’s beard or from letting boys kiss your tits? ”

She whimpers. Her head tips back. She’s so aroused that she’s struggling to stay in the role.

I release her breasts and point toward her pussy. “Take your skirt off, Madison.”

“But, Sir…” Her voice rises.

“Now,” I demand, my voice filled with authority.

Fuck, I love how she shakes as she obeys me. This is the sweetest fucking scene I’ve ever been a part of or watched.

When she drops her skirt, leaving her in her socks and flats, I wonder if my heart can take much more. Ignoring the spanking bench, I point toward the small kitchen table. It’s just barely big enough to hold her.

I have to stand. “Climb up on the table, naughty girl.”

She slowly moves in that direction, looking over her shoulder. For the first time, I see the glimmer in her eye and the slight lift of her lips as she stares openly at my crotch. She’s into this, but she’s also aware of everything.

She uses a chair to climb up and sit on the end of the table.

“Lie back. I want your legs spread open. Bend your knees, pull them up to your chest, and hold your thighs as wide as you can.”

“I—”

“Don’t argue with me. You’re already in big trouble, young lady. You need to be taught a lesson. From now on, when you get home from school, you will strip naked in the kitchen so I can inspect your panties, your tits, and your pussy. Are we clear?”

Instead of whimpering like she was in the scene, my girl moans. She tips her head back, arches her chest, and fills the room with the sound of her keening need.

I set my palms on her inner thighs and lean over as if to inspect her cunt. Fuck. My heart is racing. “You’re soaked, naughty girl.” I’m not kidding. She’s drenched.

I pull her folds open wide and lean over to sniff her pussy. “Who’s come is this, Madison?”

“Mine, Sir. It’s my come.”

I drag a finger through her folds and bring it to my mouth to suck her juices off. Sweetest taste ever. I almost lose my mind and groan myself. “You’re sure? There’s an awful lot of it. It’s running down your thighs. Such a filthy girl.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t help it. I’m a dirty girl.”

I give her pussy a light swat, shocking her.

“Turn over. Elbows and knees. I’m going to spank your bottom hard enough that you’ll think twice about exposing your panties to any boys tomorrow.

Maybe you’ll be too embarrassed to let anyone see your red-hot, naughty bottom.

How will you explain how your bottom got so red, Madison? ”

“I won’t, Sir. I won’t let anyone see my bottom, Sir.” She arranges herself on all fours.

I like this position because it causes her bottom to be at the highest point. It makes her vulnerable and more exposed. “Spread your knees to the edges of the table, and don’t move them.”

She sways a bit as she gets into the position I’ve demanded.

Her breasts are amazing. I love the way they hang.

This was a good idea. I step to one side of her.

“I’m not going to go easy on you, Madison.

You need to learn a lesson. I’m going to spank your bottom so hard that you’ll be too sore to put panties on tomorrow.

I’m going to spank the backs of your thighs all the way to your knees, so you’ll be too embarrassed to wear a short skirt.

You’ll wear a skirt that reaches your knees, and you’ll go to school with no panties. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I rub her bottom first before I swat her.

She rocks forward.

I do it two more times, and when she leans into my palm, I pick up the intensity a bit and spank her several times in a row before stopping to check-in with her.

I school my voice to my normal one. “How are you doing, Madison?”

“Fine. It feels good.” Her voice is also outside of the scene. Good. It lets me know she’s with me.

“More?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

I lift my palm and rain down multiple swats on her bottom, switching between cheeks until she’s a lovely shade of pink. That’s enough for her first impact play session within a scene like this. Anything more would be too intense.

Madison is rocking back and forth, panting.

I scoop her off the table and quickly stride to reach the bed. Her shoes fall off on the way. I lower her onto her back, spread her legs, and drop my lips to her pussy so fast that she cries out the moment I start sucking.

Her hands come to my shoulders, and she digs her blunt nails into my muscles. I love it.

I thrust my tongue into her pussy. Fuck, she’s amazing. I’m so damn hard I’m going to come.

“Myles!” she screams as she lifts her hips off the bed, trying to get more traction from my mouth. A second later, she comes, her clit pulsing against my lips. I’ve never experienced anything sweeter in my life.

Before her tremors stop, I thrust a finger into her tight channel.

She cries out and shoves at me. “Too much…”

I shake my head as I meet her gaze. “No, sweetheart. Let me stretch your cunt. Don’t fight it.” I add another finger, which causes her to arch again as she moans.

Her head rolls from side to side. “Myles…”

I add a third finger. She’s tight, but her sated body loosens for me in her post-orgasmic state. Thrusting my fingers in and out of her, I order, “Come, Madison. Give me another one. I want to feel your pussy gripping my fingers.”

She obeys me instantly, her second orgasm even more precious than the first.

There is no going back. This Pandora’s box is open.

She’s mine.