Punishing the Brats

Luckily, the weather is on my side when it is time for our little road trip. It is sunny and warm, allowing for the skimpy little outfit that I have planned to wear for today.

My mom can’t come with us, because she has to work. It is the first time ever that Mike and I would be alone together for more than a few moments. And if all works out as my mother has planned it in her crazy little head, we will end up best friends upon our return and I will finally be convinced to attend college right away. Keep dreaming, mother.

She leaves for work early that morning, a few hours before Mike and I head out. I do pack a rather nice blouse and a short, but somewhat classy black pencil skirt in my bag. That’s just for the dean, though. For the trip itself, I am wearing my shortest plaid skirt in green and a white crop top that shows off my flat belly and the cute little piercing I got myself just a few months ago. I know he will hate it – or hate that he loves it. Just to tease him, I complete my outfit with white over knee socks and the cutest sheer white ruched panties I own. Who knows, if I play it right, he might get a little peak and it would drive him nuts. I decide that it is too hot to wear a bra. My perky little breasts don’t necessarily need one and I let them bounce free beneath my crop top. I will make sure he suffers for making me go on this useless trip instead of working on my summer tan by the pool side.

I slip into my favorite sneakers and leave the house, suitcase in hand, humming innocently, eager to see his reaction to my super cute outfit.

He just opened the trunk for me to put my suitcase in and freezes as I appear in the driveway. He is looking great as always, wearing a light summer shirt with rolled up sleeves, dark jeans with a black belt and his favorite Ray Ban sunglasses.

I ignore his shocked face and lift my little suitcase up to throw it in the trunk, while he keeps leering at me, trying to hide his craving behind an expression of indignation.

“You are not wearing that when we are seeing the dean!” He warns, lifting his index finger to underline what a naughty little girl I am.

“Why not?” I teasingly ask him. Again, I stick out my tongue, arching my back so he can see my nipples peaking through the thin fabric of my crop top. He notices, glancing at my tits just for a second before he forces himself to look back at my eyes.

“Get in the car!” He snaps and I do as am told, while he closes the trunk.

I fasten my seatbelt, making sure it runs along between my tits, making them pop out a little more. Mike places himself in the driver’s seat just a moment after I am done adjusting my seatbelt. I am fiddling with my short skirt, neatly draping it around my thighs. I notice him glancing over for a moment before he starts the motor.

“Can we get something to drink?” I nag after just a few minutes of driving.

“Why didn’t you bring something with you from home?” He asks without taking his eyes off the road.

“I want a diet Pepsi from McDonalds”, I reply. “With a straw!”

“Fine”, he mumbles.

We stop at a drive-thru and he buys me a giant diet Pepsi. I am not really that thirsty, but I need something to suck on.

I take the straw between my lips after he hands me the Pepsi, seductively smiling at him. “Thanks, daddy.”

He frowns at me. “Since when do you call me daddy? What’s wrong with you today?”

“Why, isn’t that what you are?” I reply with a naughty grin. “My daddy who knows what’s best for me?”

“I am just agreeing with your mom”, he says as we are getting back on the street, continuing our drive. “A little extra education never hurts. Especially someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” I ask, pouting.

He glances over at me, resting his eyes on my bare thighs just for a second. I bet it drives him nuts, the short skirt, the belly piercing that is peeping out between my crop top and the skirt.

I sink a little lower in my seat, causing the skirt to move up just a little more, revealing about an extra inch of my thighs.

“You are not a dumb kid”, he says, clearing his throat. “But sometimes I have the feeling that you don’t know what’s good for you. That you might be heading down a road full of wrong decisions.”

I roll my eyes and noisily suck on the straw.

“That is such a load of bullshit," I say. “Just because I don’t blindly follow the easiest way, heading for college with god knows what major. And because you don’t lik

e the way I dress.”

“That’s right," he says. “The way you dress gives all kinds of wrong ideas to men.”

We stop at a red light and I use the chance to take it a step further. I sink down in my seat a little lower and ever so slightly spread my legs. Just a tiny little bit, lifting my right leg up a little, so it appears as if I was just making myself a little more comfortable. My skirt moves up dangerously high, barely covering my sheer white panties.

“What’s wrong with the way I dress”, I whisper, casting him an innocent look. “It’s not my problem when there’s a bunch of pervs out there who get crazy ideas of fucking an innocent little school girl, just because she likes to wear a short skirt in summer. Don’t you think?”

Mike looks over to me, and this time his eyes linger a lot longer than they have before, scanning my pale thigh with apparent lust. Even with the sunglasses I can tell the lecherous touch his gaze upon me shows. Again, he forces himself to look away, praying for a green light that is not there.