Punishing the Brats

* * *

We spend most of the rest of the drive in silence. I cast him triumphant glances once in a while, seductively licking my lips now and again. But he ignores it, keeping his eyes on the road, acting as if nothing has happened even though he didn’t even fasten his belt.

He tucked away his gorgeous member right away, but never fully closed his pants nor his belt.

“You want me to help you with that?” I ask eventually, giving him a naughty look.

“Shut up," he snaps. “This was a mistake. It never happened.”

“But daddy," I say in my cutest whiny voice. “That’s not fair. What about me?”

“That is not my problem.”

“It might become your problem”, I threaten. “I might tell mom about how mean you are. Making me blow you on the road and not even returning the favor.”

“Shut up!” He yells, almost in panic. “You will not blackmail me with this – do you understand?!”

I shrug, still sitting with my panties exposed. Still wet, still hungry for my stepdad. Determined to have his beautiful cock inside me again. As soon as possible. And I know he wants it, too.

* * *

We are to spend the night in a motel close to campus. Separate rooms right next to each other. It’s ridiculous, the amount of effort and money my mom and Mike are willing to spend to convince me to go to college.

We check in upon our arrival. Our rooms are right next to each other.

“Get changed," he says when we are standing outside our room doors. “We’ll meet out here in half an hour and head right for the dean’s office.”

“Why won’t you come inside and help me change, daddy?” I ask, winking at him.

He puts down his bag and charges at me, catching me completely off guard as he reaches for my throat and pushes me against the door. I let out a little shriek in surprise, staring at him as he keeps me pinned to the door, his face close to mine, holding me in a tight grip right below my chin.

“Listen, you fucked up little slut”, he hisses. “You stop that slutty business right now and finally start acting like a grown-up. When I get out of my door in thirty minutes, I want to see you in proper, adequate clothing, acting like a responsible adult who is able to hold a normal conversation and not dance around like some horny, brainless bimbo. Understand?”

I nod. “Yes, daddy.”

“And if you call me ‘daddy’ one more time, I’m going to spank the living shit out of you," he threatens, almost spitting in my face with rage.

“But," I whisper, casting him a naughty smile. “What if that’s what I want?”

He frowns at me, but lets go of my chin. “Just get dressed, you little whore. I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

And with that, he storms of to his own room, followed by a triumphant grin from my part.

Yet, I plan to be on my best behavior for our visit to the dean’s office and do as he pleases. I am obsessed with the idea of having him, getting fucked by my hunk of a stepdad, the hottest man I have ever known. And I know he wants me, he is just as desperate to fuck me senseless. It is wrong on so many levels – which only makes it that much more exciting. His frustration about this craving is so sexy, seeing him struggle to withstand my seduction is such a turn on.

But I will behave, for now, sort of. I need him back on my good side, show him that I can be obedient and please him. I freshen up and put on my classy outfit that I had picked out for the dean’s visit. This time I am wearing a bra – but forego panties. My pencil skirt ends shortly above the knee. It is much longer than the other skirt I was wearing before, concealing a lot more. No one will know that I am not wearing panties, except myself. It is a constant reminder of what I have planned for later, keeping me hot and wet for my stepdad.

He looks satisfied when he sees me in my getup, not saying anything nice about it, but also not complaining about it being too skimpy either.

We head out to the college and I get the tour, just as promised. We are strolling along different departments while Mike is pointing out special classes and extra-curricular activities that are supposed to get me interested in college life.

He is all professional about it, acting as if nothing has happened and completely ignoring any naughty look that I might be giving him. He has changed into a navy colored suit, totally overdoing it in my opinion, but looking extremely sexy in it. At least he is not wearing a tie.

I don’t tease him too much, but fake interest in what he is telling me, while my naked center beneath the tight pencil skirt constantly reminds me how much I want to get fucked by him.

Eventually, we make our way to the dean’s office. My stepdad takes a deep breath before he knocks on the door and turns towards me.

“Are you ready?” He asks and I nod.