“I think enrolling you in that private school was a bad idea.Your behavior has been abhorrent since you started there.The other girls are a terrible influence.”
I lick my lips.I don’t want him to pull me out of school and move me to a new one.I’m so close to graduation.I’ll end up behind and have to repeat the year.“I’m sorry, Sir.It won’t happen again.”
“Oh, I intend to make sure of that.”Myles points toward the kitchen island.“You know the drill.Bend over, palms on the island.”
I tremble as I get into the required position.
“Step back, Madison.I want your arms straight, tits hanging, legs wide.”
I start panting and adjust my stance.Arousal is running down my inner thighs.He will see it as soon as he steps between my legs.And that’s exactly what he does next, squatting down behind me and tapping my inner thighs with his ruler.
“Tsk tsk.You didn’t shave your pussy today, Madison.”
I shudder.He’s right.I was running late this morning.“I?—”
“No excuses.Set your alarm fifteen minutes earlier from now on, and I’m going to inspect your cunt before you leave for school every day.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.My legs are shaking.I’m so close to orgasm I might come before he touches me.Not only would that be embarrassing, but I’m not allowed to come without permission.Myles decides when I’ve earned that kind of pleasure.
I’m pulsing with need, though.My heart rate is through the roof.I hold my breath as he sets the ruler on the floor, grips my hip with one hand, and trails the other up my inner thigh.
“You don’t have permission to come, naughty girl.You will control yourself.Bad girls who break curfew go to bed with sore bottoms and needy cunts.”
My breathing is ragged.I need him to touch my pussy.One touch would do the trick.He won’t, though.He never touches me where I most need it when he’s about to discipline me.
He lingers, though, his fingers inching closer.He uses them to pull my lower lips apart, exposing more of my folds to the air.
I rise onto my toes, holding my breath to keep from coming.
Suddenly, Myles releases me, picks up the ruler, and stands.“Ten swats to your naughty bottom and thighs.You’ll count each one for me and stand still while I punish you.If you try to avoid the ruler by swaying away from it, I will start over.Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The first swat lands low across my butt cheeks, and I cry out.
I bolt to sitting, gasping for air.Holy shit.
I start shaking as I look around the room.Dammit.That was the best Myles dream ever, and Lord knows I have a lot of them.Why must I always wake up before he lets me come?
I groan as I drop onto my back, panting and staring at the ceiling.The sheets are twisted around me, and my tank top is pushed up.I suspect I was rubbing my breasts.My panties are soaked, and my pussy is throbbing as though all of that really happened and I was actually cock-blocked.
I slide my hand into my panties and rub my clit.I’m so horny from my dream that it won’t take long to get myself off.Hopefully none of my housemates will walk into my room while I’m finishing up where Myles left off.
Biting my lip, I try to keep from moaning as I spread my legs and rub my clit harder.It doesn’t take long before I get what my body needs, coming hard like I do every time I have a naughty schoolgirl dream featuring my father’s best friend.
Breathless from my orgasm, I stare unseeing at the ceiling, my body trembling from the amazing release.Why can’t I dream about men my own age?
I’ll be twenty-one in a week.I’ll graduate from the university next month.There are plenty of guys in their early twenties who want to date me.I get asked out often enough.I even go on dates with some of them.But no one comes close to making me tremble like Myles does—and he’s not even aware of it.
It’s maddening.I’m in love with a man twice my age who has no idea.I’ve known him my entire life, but I’m sure I’m not even a blip on his radar.I’m a kid to him.A child.
I’ve had the hots for Myles Cooper for longer than I care to admit.The dreams started a few years ago, about the time I found out my dad and Myles belong to a kink club.
Part of me wishes I had never heard them talking about going to Edge.As soon as they left the house that night, I jumped on my computer and went down a rabbit hole.There are things I cannot unlearn.Things I cannot unsee.Things I cannot unhear.
I was nineteen at the time.I knew more about BDSM and kink clubs in a week than most people probably discover in their lifetime.And that’s when my crush on Myles switched to deep fantasies about him dominating me.
That’s when the dreams started.