Jason watched the girl walking slowly down the sidewalk. Her name was Myka Roberts and she was eighteen years old. He knew this because he was friends with her step-father who often lamented on the hopelessness of "that weird kid". The girl was brilliant, but painfully shy. As far as her step-father knew she'd only been on two dates, both ending in tears. She was a junior in college, having graduated high school early, but she was so socially inept, that her step-father was afraid she'd end up living with him forever.
The strange thing was, if you could look past the shapeless clothes and the mousy posture, the girl was stunningly beautiful. She had long, silver blonde hair, and pale, luminescent skin with very large eyes that changed from dark blue to violet depending on the light. Jason had been obsessing about her from the moment he met her. And he was finally going to take everything he'd always wanted.
He slowed his car along side her now, and hit the button to lower the passenger window. "Hey, Myka! Need a ride?"
She jumped when he called her name, then blushed and smiled shyly when she saw who he was. "It's okay Mr Reed. It's not that far."
"Don't be silly. I have to pick up some files from your dad anyway. Get in."
Chewing her bottom lip, Myka hesitated. It was clear she was uncomfortable, but reluctant to be rude. Finally she shrugged and climbed in.
Jason reached over and patted her shoulder, causing her to flinch. "Good girl," he said with a grin. Slowly he let his hand slide down her arm to grip her wrist. She was a tiny girl, barely five feet tall, and the bones of her wrist were as delicate as a bird's. He gave her wrist a hard squeeze before letting go and pulling the car into traffic.
Glancing over, Jason could see a clear red imprint of his hand on her pale skin. It would bruise, he knew, but she ignored it, staring out the window as if he hadn't touched her. Gently he caressed her cheek as he drove, then traced her lips with his thumb. She didn't try to pull away, but she didn't acknowledge his touch either, other than trembling slightly.
"Such a sweet girl," Jason murmured. Driving with one hand, he began to explore the young girl with the other, stroking her face, her arm, her thigh. He brushed his hand across her breasts through her t-shirt and she jumped, though he didn't linger there.
A block from her house, he lifted the hem of her over-sized t-shirt and deftly unbuttoned her jeans one handed. As he slid a finger inside the band of her panties she grabbed his wrist with both hands.
"Don't," she whispered.
"Myka, I didn't say you could touch me." Jason spoke quietly, but firmly. "Take your hands away."
She let go slowly, moving her hands to her sides. He unzipped her jeans.
"That's a good girl." Jason pulled into the girl's drive, and at the same time, shoved his hand into her panties, all the way down between her legs, cupping her sex roughly. She whimpered and tears stained her cheeks, but she made no further move to stop him.
"You're so beautiful, Myka. I've wanted you for a long time. I know your parents are out of town, so this is what is going to happen. We're going inside, and we're going to have ourselves a date. If I have a good time, maybe we'll have more dates in the future. If I don't have a good time... well, let's not talk about unpleasant things. Now," Jason moved his hand away, "leave your pants undone. Get out of the car, and don't hold them up when you walk. Let's go."
Jason got out of the car and strode to the front door of his friend's suburban home. When he reached the door, he turned to find the girl just getting out of his car. She slammed the car door and took one awkward step toward him. He grinned in delight as her baggy jeans slid down to puddle around her ankles. She nearly tripped, but managed to regain her balance without falling.
For a moment she just stood there with a horrified expression on her lovely face. She bent as if to pull her jeans up, but when her eyes met Jason's glare she straightened quickly. Instead she tugged her t shirt down far enough to cover her panties and shuffled as quickly as she could to the porch. As far as Jason could tell, there was no one else around to see her, but she didn't even try to see. She had her keys in hand, and when she got to the door, she pushed past him in a rush, darting into the house.
She stood just inside the door, looking so adorably lost, that Jason wanted to take her right there. Instead he took her keys and book bag and tossed them in a corner. Then he took her by the elbow and pulled her along with him into the living room.
"To show you what a nice guy I am, I won't spank you for covering yourself with your shirt." He smiled. "I will explained each rule once, before I punish you for breaking it. That's fair, right? Right??" He shook her roughly by the arm.
"Y..yes sir!" Myka squeaked.
Jason nodded. "However in the future, you will NEVER try to cover yourself when a man is looking at you. You exist to be looked at, fondled and fucked. You don't pull away, or cover up, or say no, EVER. Are we very, very clear on that, Myka?"
Tears were streaming from those amazing eyes, but she nodded.
"Myka?"
She whimpered, but answered in a rough whisper. "We're clear."
"Sir," Jason said, with a grin, tapping her nose with a finger. "Remember your manners."
"We're clear, sir."
"That's my good girl. Now there's just the matter of your rudeness on the porch. You practically knocked me down getting into the house. And that was the second time you touched me without my permission. Sweetie, I'm afraid I can't just let that slide." Jason pulled the girl over to one wall. "I want you to bend forward until you nose is touching the wall. That's right. Now, lock your hands behind your head. Spread your legs a bit more, there you go, good girl."
It was an obviously awkward position. She was just far enough from the wall to make balance an issue. She had to lean forward on her toes to keep her nose against the wall. He tugged her panties down to her knees. She sobbed, and shook but did nothing he could take as protest. Jason was unsure if he was pleased or disappointed. She had a lovely ass, but the damned t shirt hid the curve of her back. He solved the problem by having her unlace her hands long enough for him to hook the back of her shirt over her head.
"I think a 15 minute time out is a pretty lenient punishment for rudeness, don't you, Myka?"
Choking back a sob, she answered, "Yes, sir. Th..thank you, for being lenient, Mr. Reed." Her voice was only slightly muffled by the shirt pulled down over her face.
Jason traced his hand down her back, feeling her tremble. She had the most beautiful skin, flawless white flushed pink now with her humiliation. It was too lovely to keep his hands off, so Jason explored her freely.
"So soft," he moaned. Suddenly he pinched one ass cheek sharply, making her cry out. "So sensitive to pain, and so easy to mark." He smiled as he admired the bright red whelp his pinch had made. "You really are a treasure, Myka." Jason sighed. "But I'm distracting you from your punishment. While you're in time out, I'm going to have a drink and get those papers I need from your dad. Do not move."
Myka listened as Mr Reed poured himself a drink at the bar across the room. Then she heard him moving down the hall, towards her dad's study, she assumed. She had time, maybe, to jerk her pants up and make a dash for the door. She might even make it across the street to Mrs Hampton's house before he could catch her.
Sure, and then what? Call her parents? The police? What would she tell them? That the man she'd had a crush on since she was fourteen spoke to her one minute as if she were the most beautiful creature in the world and the next as if she were a child tracking mud through the house?
Could she convince anyone this was not what she wanted, when she'd moved her hands away to let him shove his into her panties? Were there witnesses that saw her walk, pants around her ankles, into the house with him, rather than running away? Could she explain why, even now, she struggled to keep her nose against the wall, despite the growing strain in her calves and back and shoulders.
Everything was just so jumbled. She was terrified of Mr Reed, at the same time she was desperate for his approval. She honestly felt that at any moment she could die from shame. She was practically naked; she truly hated being this exposed. But the way he'd touched her had set her on fire. She wanted to crawl away and hide. She wanted him never to come back. She wanted him to see what a good girl she was being.
She thought again about running away, listening intently for his return. She shifted to try to relieve the strain on her back, lost her balance and took a step back from the wall to keep from falling. With a panicked whimper she quickly forced herself back onto her toes, praying he hadn't seen her slip.
Jason stood in the hallway watching. He saw her stumble, and he saw how quickly she got back into position. He moved back into the room and took a seat on the sofa. He was certain she knew he was there, but she kept her place. As the minutes crept by, her effort became apparent. A sheen of sweat covered her body and her legs were visibly quivering. Her breath came in short pants. When the time was finally up, he approached her slowly, wanting to savor every moment.
He reached between her legs with one hand, not surprised to find her wet with more than sweat. He'd always known she'd been made just for him. "Oh my," he murmured in her ear, "what a dirty little girl you must be. Are you enjoying being punished?"
"No, sir," she said, her voice tight.
