Punishing the Brats

"So, there is a right place and time for this?," I interrupt him. "You still want me, daddy?"

He sighs and starts massaging his temples on both sides. "That's not what I'm saying, Brittany. This is wrong-"

"And so delicious," I interject. I use my index finger to slowly move the fabric of my panties to the side, exposing my naked center to his eyes. There is a faint slick sound as I start rubbing my clit that is glistering with wetness.

"Can you see it?," I ask, looking up at him as I continue to play with myself. "Can you see how wet I am for you, daddy?"

He gulps noisily.

A sudden knock on the door disrupts my seductive play. His eyes widen in shock.

"Cover up!" He hisses at me, while I look back at him with a naughty smile, removing my hand from between my legs and closing them ever so slowly.

Mike looks at me, shaking his head helplessly. He makes sure that I am decent before he finally grants the intruder with a reply.

"Yes, please," he yells towards the door, his voice hoarse and shaky.

The door opens and I turn around to see who had the nerves to interrupt me and my stepdaddy's first alone time in forever. It is a colleague, another teacher.

"Oh, I am sorry," he says as he notices me. "I didn't know you were busy."

"It's okay," Mike says. "We're done here, aren't we, Brittany?"

He looks at me. There's a threat in his eyes, a sexy threat. I look back at him, still with that naughty smile he hates so much.

"Yes, sir," I whisper, licking my fingers with relish in a quick movement only visible to his eyes. "Thank you very much."

His eyes flicker. I know he cannot get up and properly dismiss me - or greet the intruder. I don't need to see his lap to know that his cock is about to explode.

I get up and fix my skirt before I finally leave the office, leaving my horny stepdad behind with one of his oblivious coworkers.

That should do it. That should give him more than enough reason to punish me. I cannot wait.

* * *

I continue to linger in that hallways of his department any chance I can get. Of course, I have to make sure to not miss too many of my classes. I don't want to get in trouble with my own teachers during my first month of college. Who knows what the future holds, after all.

It's easy for me to keep up in class and I was smart enough to make friends with other students, who show up in class more regularly than I do and are happy to share their notes with me. It's all about being smart, and that does not only mean attending class and doing your homework on time. Just like in real life, it is all about making the right connections and cleverly invest your time and strength. I have known this for a long time. Yet, I can't mess it up by skipping class too often and and get on the wrong side with my teachers. They still need to see my face once in a while and not get suspicious.

My stepdad however appears to have seen enough of me for a while. He continues hiding from me, or at least that's what I think is happening. I have knocked on his door twice and even approached him in the hallway once, but he was talking to two of his students and rudely sent me away when I tried to talk to him. Apparently, my little intermezzo in his office was not enough to truly awaken his hunger for me and make it win over any anxiety or frustration he might have with me. Damn.

There is only one way left. I need to be around him more often, and I need a good excuse to be closer to him. I ne

ed to take one of his classes.

"It is a bit late to sign up for a new class at this point," my counselor lets me know when I approach him with my request. "And in a different department even. Why don't you just collect your credits with the classes you have picked so far and wait until the next semester? It'll be a lot easier then, and you won't have missed that much."

I shake my head. "But I really would like to get an idea now! Waiting for the next semester seems like wasting time to me."

"I don't think you will be able to get credits for the class at this point..."

"That's okay!," I say. "I don't need credit for now. I just want to sit in and listen. It might help me to decide whether I want to change majors or not."

He raises his eyebrows. "Well, if it's not about getting extra credits and it doesn't interfere with any of your other classes, I guess there should be no problem. But talk to the lecturer first."

I smile. "Yes, sure. I will do that."

Mike looks anything but pleased when he sees me standing up at the front of class next to his little desk.