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Madison

“You know the rules, Madison.” He taps his watch as he addresses me. “You’re late.”

“I’m only ten minutes late, Sir. I was studying with friends.”

“Boys?”

“No, Sir.” I hold his gaze so he knows I’m not lying.

He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. He’s so imposing when he does that. He’s so much larger than me, but when he puffs out his chest, he seems like a giant. “What happens when you’re late, Madison?”

I sigh, lowering my shoulders. “I get punished.”

“How many times do I need to spank your bottom before you stop breaking the rules?”

I shrug. I’m honestly not sure since I kind of like it when he spanks me, mostly because he’s so strict that the only action I get is when he makes me take off my clothes so he can inspect my body.

He takes my bookbag from me, sets it on the kitchen table, and opens it.

I stand still as he starts pulling everything out, one item at a time. He does this every day, and it’s effective. I’ve stopped hiding sexy bras and panties in the bottom to change into at school. I don’t have any way to get new ones either since I’m no longer in the cool crowd.

It turns out that girls who come to school with skirts down to their knees get ostracized by the others. I don’t even have a reason to sneak out at night. It’s comedic that he keeps such a tight rein on me since I haven’t done anything remotely naughty in months.

He glances at me as he continues to unload my backpack. “What are you waiting for, naughty girl? Clothes off.”

I bend down to remove my shoes, and he stops me by pulling on my ponytail.

That’s another of his new rules. I’m only allowed to go to school in a ponytail.

Loose hair is slutty and attracts boys, apparently.

He’s so devious that he will remove the band soon to make sure there’s a mark in my hair to indicate I kept it up all day and didn’t replace it on the way home.

He tugs my head until I’m forced to meet his gaze. “Leave your shoes and socks on. I know you feel more humiliated when you have to stand naked in the corner wearing lacy ankle socks and buckled black patent leather shoes.”

I bite into my bottom lip. He’s right. Darn him. That’s why he started making me wear these stupid shoes and socks. I look like I’m in grade school. That addition didn’t help my reputation, either.

He’s officially cock-blocked me for life. My solid reputation as the laughingstock of the school will probably be on billboards nationwide when I’m thirty.

He meets my gaze. “Do you want to spend the evening sewing the buttons back on your blouse, Madison?”

I shake my head. “No, Sir.” Shit. He means it, too.

Last week, when I wasn’t fast enough to strip for him, he yanked my shirt off my body, sending the buttons flying around the room.

Not only did he make me stand naked at the kitchen island while I sewed every one of them back on, but he gave me orange thread so that everyone would stare at my ugly, thick, white, starched shirt—the one he insists I button up to the top.

Though that part he can’t control once I’ve arrived at school.

I always undo the top two buttons as soon as he’s out of sight.

He might be able to check my hair for an indentation, but he can’t know if I opened my blouse.

As soon as he releases my hair, I quickly unbutton my blouse and shrug out of it. I set it on the table and unzip my skirt next.

Myles removes every item from my backpack. He even flips through my books and shakes the bag to ensure nothing is left.

I watch him, mesmerized. It shocks me how turned on I get from his dominance.

It’s so humiliating, and I can’t stop it.

The firmer he gets with me, the wetter my pussy gets.

Most days, I don’t even care anymore about my reputation because all I can think about is coming home and stripping naked so he can inspect me.

My breasts are larger than average, and I’m aware he likes to look at them. It makes me so horny it’s a wonder I haven’t had an orgasm from his gaze alone.

I haven’t, though, because the big meanie never lets me come. He torments me to the edge of sanity and leaves me hanging.

He shifts his attention to me. “Why are you still wearing your bra and panties, Madison? What are you hiding?”

I swallow. “Nothing, Sir,” I mutter, except I’m lying. This time, I am hiding something. It wasn’t intentional. It just happened. He’ll never believe me, though, and I’m certain I’m about to get the spanking of a lifetime.

“Do I need to get the scissors, Madison?”

I shudder. “No, Sir.” He’s done that before, too. He cut my bra off my body, and the day after that, he made me wear a babyish training bra covered with tiny hearts. All the other students could see it through my shirt, and they tittered behind my back all day.

No matter what happens when I remove my bra, it won’t be as bad as that, so I quickly reach back to unfasten the white, cotton granny bra and let the straps slide down my arms.

Myles instantly snatches it from my fingers before backing me against the island. The lighting is better here, and he always has every kitchen light on, so the place is illuminated to the fullest when I get home.

I hold my breath, bracing for his wrath. He fists my ponytail and tips my head back, forcing me to arch my chest so he can have a better view. I don’t dare try to cover my boobs. That will only make things worse.

Myles grabs one of my breasts and pinches the entire globe so hard that I wince. “What the hell is this?”

I whimper because his grip hurts.

“There are red marks all over your tits, Madison. Who did this?”

I shake my head. “No one, Sir.”

He lifts a brow. His voice rises. “No one?”

“I mean, I did it, Sir,” I blurt out. “It was me.”

“You expect me to believe you sucked all over your own naughty tits, Madison?”

“No, Sir. I- I- I pinched them.”

“You pinched your tits.” His voice is deadpan. He doesn’t believe me.

“Yes. I didn’t mean to. It just happened. I was having a…dream, and I pinched them in my sleep.”

He flicks my nipple, making me arch higher as a moan escapes me. A moment later, he pinches the swollen bud. Hard. So hard that tears come to my eyes. And the most humiliating part is that I like it.

I’m starting to think that pinching my breasts all over while I was masturbating in bed last night was not a bad thing. I’m about to come from the pleasure/pain he’s inflicting. I don’t know what he will do if I come while he tugs on my sore nipple, but it’s going to happen.

He grips my bud harder, twisting it, as he leans in close to my ear and says, “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true, Sir. I swear.” My voice squeaks because he hasn’t released my tit.

When he finally does, he immediately squats in front of me, yanks my granny panties down my body, and then tears them in half instead of ordering me to step out. He grabs my hips and lifts me onto the island. “Lie back. Now, Madison. You’re in so much trouble.”

I’m trembling as I obey him. He’s going to be so much angrier when he sees how wet I am.

“Legs open, filthy girl. Spread them as wide as you can. If you don’t hold them open while I inspect your cunt, I might decide to paddle your pussy instead of your bottom.”

I shudder and hold my bent knees open as far as I can. Wetness is running down my ass crack.

Myles leans over and parts my folds. “Do you expect me to believe the reason your cunt is so red is because you played with it in your sleep?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mutter. I wasn’t asleep. I was masturbating awake, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Are you permitted to play with your naughty pussy, Madison?”

“No, Sir.”

“And yet you did it anyway.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” I’m not even the tiniest bit sorry.

“Did you put your fingers inside your naughty cunt, Madison?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. He’s never been this close to my pussy for this long.

“Did you use anything else?”

“No, Sir.” I probably would have if I had a single item in my bedroom that I could use to emulate a cock, but I don’t.

“You’ve forced me to check inside your virgin cunt, Madison. I don’t trust you.” He sets a hand on my pelvis, holding me steady, and thrusts a finger inside my pussy as far as he can.

I gasp. My vision blurs. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life. His finger is so thick, and it’s stretching me so perfectly.

“You’re lucky your cunt is tight, Madison. If I had found any indication this tight cunt had been breached, I would have pulled you out of school altogether.”

It has, though. By him. Right now. In a way, my virginity just went out the window.

My inner thighs hurt from holding them open with such a tight grip. My eyes roll back in my head. Just when I think it’s over, Myles eases his thick finger almost out and then thrusts it back in deeper.

I scream as I come harder than I’ve ever come by my own hand in my whole life.