Chapter 4: Missy gets a lesson in life

When we got to her room, we stood there, staring at each other for a few seconds. Missy looked very scared. She had no idea what I was going to do, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure I knew either. I almost wished I could smile at her and tell her I was just kidding, but I knew it would take more than paddling and a stern lecture to convince her how serious I was.

“You should take off your robe,” I told her, “and take that stupid towel off your head and let your hair hang down.”

I thought I saw a few tears forming in her eyes as she followed my instructions. “Are you gonna ... rape me?” she asked, the ‘r’ word seeming to stick in her throat.

“Do you think I would do something like that to you?”

She shook her head. “Well, I didn’t think you would ever beat my butt either.”

“But you will agree that you deserved it, didn’t you?”

“I guess,” she said, her voice growing a little stronger.

“Sit down on your bed,” I told her. I was still unsure what I was going to do, but I felt that the longer I waited, the less control I would have over my feelings. Things had already escalated, and my desires were overcoming my anger.

I looked at her, sitting on the edge of her bed, with her damp hair dangling over her shoulders. I had seen her wearing her short summer nightie a few times before, but now it seemed more revealing than ever. Her tanned thighs were pressed tightly together, as if trying to prevent any intrusion. Her hands were clasped in her lap like a student awaiting discipline, adding to the image of her as an innocent girl being threatened with harsh punishment, which I suppose was true.

Somehow, seeing her shivering in front of me had an even stronger effect on me than seeing her naked in the bathroom. It was as if something dark and frightening had been unlocked inside me...

I felt myself growing hard, which helped me decide what I would do next. “It seems like you’ve always been interested in my cock,” I told her. She recoiled at the word ‘cock’. “You’ve touched me there a few times and even tried to get into my pants. Well, now’s your chance to scratch that itch and get it out of your system.”

I stepped closer to her, my knees lightly touching hers. “See?” I said, “look at the bulge you’ve created. Yes, you do have the power to cause me to react that way. Now, go ahead, rub it, like you’ve done before. This time, I won’t try to stop you.”

She acted like she was in a trance, staring straight ahead, moving slowly. She didn’t look at me as her hand reached out and pressed against the front of my shorts, something that had seemed so irresistible before, but unlike the other times, which she might have dismissed as an accident, now there was no doubt she was deliberately exploring the size and shape of my manhood. Growing impatient, I grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pushed them down, quickly followed by my boxers. I felt a bit silly standing there with my clothes puddling around my ankles, so as deftly as possible, I kicked them aside. So there I was, naked from the waist down, with my cock exposed to her gaze at last. I was glad that my body had responded to her explorations, because it might have been embarrassing if her first sight of my penis had been a limp organ. Instead, when it was released, it popped up, pointing at her like a bird dog spotting a quail.

“Go ahead, I told her, “touch it. I know you want to.”

At first, she didn’t respond. The nonstop talking, devilish Missy had become a saintly silent Melissa. “Come on,” I urged, “I want you to see what can happen when you fool around recklessly.”

I stood there half-naked, waiting for her response. Finally, she reached out and poked the hard flesh of my engorged shaft, like a shopper testing the firmness of fresh vegetables. “Grab it and hold it,” I prompted the suddenly timid girl. You would have thought I had asked her to wipe my ass from the reluctant way her fingers wrapped around my hot flesh. “Do you know what a hand job is?”