Punishing the Brats

“I hope he has a glass of water for me," I say as Mike knocks on the door. “I still feel a little funny after swallowing that huge load of my daddy’s cum.”

The timing is perfect. Mike stares at me, his face losing all of its color, when the door opens and we are greeted by the dean, his boss.

He is a lot younger than I expected, probably not that much older than Mike himself. And he is good looking, almost as tall as Mike, not quite as buff, but certainly a man who likes to take care of his body and works out from time to time. He has dark hair and dark eyes and greets me with a firm hand shake. Mike still looks as if he has seen a ghost when the dean turns to him and shakes his hand.

“So nice to meet you," the dean says. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Oh, a glass of water would be lovely," I say, casting a naughty look in Mike’s direction. “My throat is a bit sore.”

My stepdad is literally exploding with rage and shame, I can feel it and see it in his furious eyes as he stares at me.

“Sure thing”, the dean says, now turning to Mike. “Something for you, Mike?”

“No, thanks.”

We take a seat and start our little chit chat. Just as planned and promised, I am on my best behavior and even come up with a few questions, greedily taking in everything the dean tells me and not shy when it comes to boasting about my own GPA – like I said, I am not a dumb girl – and the majors I would be most interested in taking. From the corner of my eye, I can see my stepdad looking at me in honest surprise. He relaxes more and more, obviously relieved that I am not making a fool out of myself and him in the process.

“Well, what a bright young lady," the dean praises. “We would love to have someone like you attend our college.”

He turns towards Mike. “She must have had some good influence at home.”

“My stepdaddy has always taken very good care of me”, I say in the sweetest voice imaginable, casting a smile over to Mike, whose eyes instantly widen, alarmed.

“I’m sure he has," the dean concludes. “But, you are not considering joining our Economics department?”

“I’m afraid not”, I say, shaking my head. “My stepdaddy has not told me that much about it, yet.”

I look over to Mike, who is looking at me as if he is ready to charge at my throat and rip me apart.

“I might need a little more convincing," I say, subtly winking at him.

I can literally feel him boiling inside. He is furious – and fighting so hard to hide it.

We eventually conclude our little visit with the dean. He dismisses us with friendly banter, repeating how welcome I would be to enroll, even on short notice and encouraging me to take advantage of the fact that I have one of the best college’s lecturers as my stepdad.

“Thank you, I will," I say, casting another devilish grin in Mike’s direction as we finally leave.

As soon as the door is closed behind us, he grabs me at my upper arm, storming forward and pulling me with him. I hurry to keep up with his wide steps as he pulls me along the corridor towards the exit.

“Ouch, daddy, you’re hurting me!” I complain.

He tightens his grip and opens the entrance door, pushing me through it.

“Shut up!” He hisses as we continue our way to the parking lot.

“Get in the car”, he snaps at me. “And I don’t want to hear a single word coming out of that filthy mouth of yours, is that clear?”

I nod in silence. He is furi

ous, a lot more than I expected. And as we sit down in the car, I realize why. He is hard as a rock, his erection pocking against the fancy suit pants he is wearing. I chuckle as I notice it, but do not dare to say a thing.

My heart is racing as he starts the engine and drives us back to the motel. Suddenly, I am once again terribly aware that I am not wearing any panties.

I wonder if I should let him know.

I decide not to. Instead, I remain silent for the entire short drive, letting my thoughts run wild. I am pretty sure he won’t dare it. He won’t dare to take me to his room and do it, fuck me, take me, punish me and get rid of that intolerable tension I have put him through all day. Him and myself. I can feel the wetness between my legs. If anything, his brute demeanor had turned me on.

We reach the motel’s parking lot and he gets out of the car without saying a word. As I get out myself, he instantly grabs me by the arm again and pulls me up to the rooms just as he had pulled me through the college’s hallway.