“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.
