Her cheeks heat as she nods.“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
“Is this apartment soundproof?”
I kiss her forehead.“Yes, sweetheart.No one will hear a thing.”I turn her toward the bathroom and give her a nudge.I almost hate that she’s going to take this dress off without me watching.I’d like to remove it myself and stare at every inch of her naked body, but this is better.What I have planned for her will ease her into the scene.We’ll get out of order if I strip her first.I’ll end up fucking her before we’ve even played.
While she’s in the bathroom, I remove my jacket and unbutton the top button of my shirt under my tie.Normally, when I do a scene, I prefer to wear jeans and either no shirt or a dark T-shirt, but this white button-down look will play into my scene.
When the bathroom door opens, I lift my gaze, and all the air leaves my lungs.Fuck me.
Madison hesitates in the doorframe.I see by her expression she’s both excited and nervous.That’s understandable.No matter how many times she’s fantasized about doing a scene with me, thinking about it and acting on it are two different things.I’d be concerned if she weren’t anxious.
I believe it will be easiest if I jump right into the scene.“Young lady, is that what you wore to school today?”My voice is harsh, reprimanding.
She steps farther into the room.Fuck, she’s hot.I chose well.She’s wearing an outfit similar to what I assume she wears in her dreams—white blouse, red-and-blue, pleated, plaid skirt that’s almost too short, plain white bra and panties, white ankle socks, and black ballet slippers.Her hair is in the same updo she had at dinner, but now she has a huge plaid bow on top of her head.
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbles.
“And the headmistress didn’t call me for dress-code violation?”I glance at the diamond around her neck.She’s still wearing it.It does nothing to distract from the schoolgirl outfit.It makes her look like a naughty rich girl.
“All the girls wear their skirts like this, Sir.”
“I don’t care if every other girl in that school dresses like a slut, you will follow my rules.”
She lowers her gaze.“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You’re going to be sorrier in a minute.Do you think I like coming home from a hard day at work to find you strolling into the house looking like you fucked every boy in that school?”
Madison surprises me when she wipes at fake tears and sniffles.I think there might have been actual tears in her eyes.“I didn’t let any boy touch me, Sir.I swear.”
“You expect me to believe that?You don’t sneak off behind the bleachers during lunch and let boys play with those naughty tits?You don’t let them put their hands down your panties?”
Her cheeks turn red.“No, Sir.”
“If I check your panties, I won’t find them wet or stiff from dry come?”
She gasps and shakes her head dramatically.“No, Sir.I swear.No boy touched me.”
“No boy put his cock inside your tight cunt?”
She shakes her head harder.“No.I promise.I’m a virgin, Sir.”
I move to sit on the loveseat.“Come here, Madison.”
She shuffles toward me, stopping a few feet away, breathing heavily.She’s perfection.
“You repeatedly defy me and break the dress code.I can’t always be here when you leave for school.From now on, I will be here when you come home, though.And I will start checking every day.”
“Checking…what, Sir?”She even has a quivering lip.
“Your panties.Take them off.”I hold out my hand.
“But…”
“Now.The longer you take, the worse your punishment will be.”
She lifts her skirt and pushes her panties down her legs, being careful not to let me see her pussy.Precious.Finally, she hands them to me.
