Prologue
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.Iamin 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.
