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?”