by Devon Shire
“What are you doing?” she asked. A quiver swam through her voice. Tiffany wasn’t even acting then. Each time she pulled on her pink straps, they didn’t budge. She might as well have been trying to shove over a house with her bare hands. Each moment made her feel smaller, more helpless. She couldn’t help it, just as she couldn’t stop him now.
“Well, you’re acting like a naughty little girl, so that’s how I’m going to start treating you from now on. So, if you can’t even address me properly, we’re going to have to start from the very beginning.”
“Beginning?” she squeaked. Tiffany even tried to squirm down, lower into the pad, not that she made much progress in making herself any smaller.
“Yes. But first, let’s get you out of those big girl clothes.”
Tiffany’s chest tightened when she saw him hold up a pair of scissors. The previous night, he had texted her and told her not to wear anything particularly nice. The message had confused her, yet she did as Cale asked, only now she understood why. With the straps on her, he wouldn’t be able to remove her clothes—so he intended to simply cut them off.
“Stay still,” he said, his voice firm.
She went motionless except for the tiny shakes of her head to mark her agreement. Every one of her muscles froze up as he lifted the edge of her shirt and started to cut it away. The sound of those blades coming together and severing the strands of her blouse made Tiffany want to wiggle even as she admired the power of her babysitter. He commanded and dominated her in a way she had never experienced, not outside of her fantasies anyway.
Within moments, he finished and pulled her clothes off her, first the sleeves, then the front and back. He balled them out and threw them away, “You’re not going to need any big girl clothes anymore, are you?”
“No, Sir,” she said, biting down as though she absolutely hated this.
With another flick of the handles, he cut away her bra and threw those pieces away as well. “Now,” he said, “are you going to give me any trouble with your pants?”
Tiffany inhaled as the red continued to flare across her cheeks. He was stripping her of her clothing—the symbols of her adulthood—one garment at a time. Soon she would be strapped to a changing table, naked and vulnerable for whatever games he planned.
But there was nothing she could do to stop him either. “No, I won’t give you any trouble.” She sounded like a pouty child who realized she couldn’t win this. Again, she pulled on the straps. They were so strong. If he wanted to tease her, then Tiffany had no choice but to accept it.
Cale unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. Then he balled them off and threw them away as well. In another moment, he tugged at her panties. Tiffany lifted her butt off the padded tabletop and watched him take away the last of her grown-up clothes.
“Good girl. Maybe you won’t need a spanking later tonight.”
“No, you wouldn’t dare!” she said, determined to appear strong.
“You don’t think so? Is that a dare?” he wanted to know, grinning since she couldn’t really stop him. “Because I think it might be fun to show you how to behave. I could pull you across me lap and feel you wiggle and squirm right up until my hand smacks that cute little butt of yours over and over again until you apologize.”
Tiffany frowned slightly, “Alright, Sir, I’ll be good. I promise.”
“Too late. I think you’ve made a mistake and should learn your lesson,” Cale told her kindly. “Because naughty girls need to learn their lessons.” He nodded with deep sweeps of his chin, each one patronizing and teasing at the same time.
“What are you going to do to me?”
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