This might be the craziest thing I’ve ever done… or the most exciting.

Probably both.

At eight sharp, I’m standing outside of a gorgeous row home in the most expensive part of the city wearing the same outfit I had on at work.

Well, almost the same outfit. I showered and I have on fresh underwear and a fresh shirt, but the skirt is the same. He won’t be able to tell either way.

Nervously, my heart aching, I walk up the stoop and ring the bell. After a minute, the door slowly creaks open. I push it and step inside, looking around.

“Hello?” I call out. I’m standing in a large entrance foyer with a high ceiling, a steep wooden staircase, and a gorgeous chandelier casting light in patterns all across the walls.

“Up here,” he calls out. I shut the door behind me and walk toward the stairs.

“Jacob?” I ask.

“Come upstairs,” he says. I think his voice is coming from the back room.

I climb the steps, my excitement mounting. I don’t know what’s going on, but I have a pretty good idea.

I don’t know how I should feel about this. I’ve never traded my body for anything before. I’m going to fuck Jacob tonight and then he’s going to protect me at work. I know this is ethically wrong, very freaking wrong, and yet I don’t care about that. I just want to taste him and feel him again. I don’t care if he’s somehow coercing me into this. Maybe HR would call it blackmail, but I don’t see it that way.

I see it as a fun game. And there’s nobody I’d rather play with than Jacob.

Except I don’t know the rules yet. I get to the top of the steps and look down the hall. There are multiple doors, but they’re all closed. The only open door is all the way toward the back of the house.

Paintings and sculptures line the walls. I notice a few ancient-looking sketches that I think are Rembrandt. There are expensive oil paintings on the walls, seeming modern, but most of them look very, very old. The lighting is subdued, yellow and weak.

I reach the end of the hall and the half-open door. “Jacob?” I ask.

“Come in,” he says, just inside the room.

I push it open and step inside.

The first thing I notice is the bed. It’s an enormous canopy bed, with big, ornate posts at each corner draped with a thick white fabric. The covers are huge and pillows are tossed at the top almost casually.

The next thing I notice is Jacob. He’s sitting cross-legged, ankle over knee, in a chair to the right of the bed. It’s a wide, computer chair, and he has a glass of whisky in his hand. He’s wearing the same suit he wore at work, and there’s a maddening grin on his face.

The rest of the room is bare. Bare white walls, bare floors. Just a chair and a huge bed. There are two more doors, though they’re shut.

“I’m glad you came,” he says, not standing.

I step toward him, not sure what to do. “Well, I’m here,” I say to him. “What did you, uh… what did you want?”

He smiles at me. “Go to the bed.”

I hesitate then walk over to it. I look at the covers and right in the middle is an outfit.

“What’s that?” I ask him.

“Put it on.”

I step forward and pick up a skirt. It’s a plaid skirt, like something a schoolgirl would wear. And the shirt is white and crisp with a low collar.

“You want me to put this on right here?” I ask him.

He nods once. “Right here.”

I hold the skirt and hesitate a second before taking a sharp breath. I’m so excited I can barely stand it. My pussy is dripping wet, and I’m not going to let fear beat me.

I kick off my shoes and unhook my skirt. I let it drop to the floor and I step out of it.

I go to put the plaid skirt on, but he stops me.

“No panties,” he says.

I look at him and I can feel the blush in my cheeks, but I’m not going to let him see me whine. I slide my panties off.

“Bring them here,” he says to me.

I pick them up and carry them over to him. He accepts the panties.

“Continue,” he says.

I put the skirt on. It fits me perfectly and falls down just above my knee, like a real uniform would.

He takes the panties and he smells them. I stare at him, surprised as hell, and he frowns.

“You changed,” he says.

“I wanted to be clean,” I answer, looking away.

“I told you not to change.” He drops the panties on the floor and sighs. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

I hesitate before unbuttoning my top. No use in hesitating now. I get it off and toss it aside. I go to unhook my bra but he shakes his head. I can feel his eyes on my skin, raking me up and down, and I feel so exposed.

This is the most erotic moment of my life and he hasn’t even touched me. It’s so filthy that he’s going to make me wear a schoolgirl outfit, especially considering our past. It’s dirty, absolutely filthy and wrong. He’s my ex-teacher, my current boss, and yet he’s using me like a little toy.

I finish putting on the top and I turn to him. He inspects me, smiling, before standing. He finishes his whisky and puts the glass on the floor.

I watch as he walks over to me, hands in his pockets.

“Turn around,” he says to me. I turn my back to him and I hear him tsk.

“Such a shame,” he says.

“What is?” I ask.

“The punishment you’ll have to have for changing.” He steps up behind me and I feel his hands on my hips. “And you have to be punished,” he whispers.

“What will you do to me?” I ask him, shivering with desire.

He pushes me over to the bed and bends me over. I gasp as I support myself on my elbows. He lifts my skirt up, exposing my bare ass. I can feel my pussy dripping wet on the cotton of the skirt.

He squeezes my ass before slapping my left cheek. I gasp as he does it again. He spanks me five times, each time harder than the last, until my ass is stinging and red.

I look at him, eyes wide, as he steps away.

“You can stand up,” he says.

I stand, stinging and so incredibly aroused. The skirt falls back down around me.

“Next time, do exactly as I say.” He steps up to me and tips my chin up toward me. “This is my deal. Are you listening?”

“Yes,” I say to him.

“Good.” He reaches around my head and takes a handful of my hair, pulling it back. “If you want my protection, you’re going to call me Daddy. You’ll do as I say when I say it without question. You’ll be mine, and I’ll be your Daddy. I’ll always keep you safe, and you’ll always obey me.” He pauses, eyes locked on mine. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I say to him, my voice a strangled whisper.

“Do you agree to my terms?”

“Yes,” I repeat without hesitation.

A smile crosses his lips. “Now tell me what I am.”

“Daddy,” I say, strangled with desire.

For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me. I want him to kiss me so badly I can barely breathe. I want him to bend me over again, spank me even harder. I want him to fuck me, slide his thick cock in my tight cunt, call me a dirty girl. I want him to use me like the bad, filthy schoolgirl I am. I feel so sexy, so dirty, and so aroused. I can barely think.

Instead, he steps away. “You can go home now,” he says.

I stand there, shocked. “What?”

“Go home,” he says to me. “Walk the whole way.”

I stare at him, a little annoyed. Did he really invite me here, get me all worked up, just to kick me out? I bend over to gather my things, ready to storm out.

“No,” he says. “In that. You will not change.”

I gape at him. He wants me to go out in public in this schoolgirl outfit? I don’t even have panties on, though he did let me keep my bra at least. My tits would be spilling out if he didn’t.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks, eyebrow arched. “I think there’s only one thing you have to say right now.”

I know what he wants to hear. I’m almost too angry to say it. He’s teasing me, playing with me. I’m his little toy now, and I can tell that he’s not always nice to his toys. Sometimes, he’s very rough, and he doesn’t always let them have what they want.

Except… except I want this. I want more. If this is just the start, I want to see what else he has for me, what else he’s going to make me do. I want him to push my boundaries. I want him to destroy me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say to him.

He nods, a big smile on his face, clearly approving. It makes me feel good as I turn away from him. I slip my feet back in my shoes and quickly walk back out the door.

I hear him following behind me. I walk down the steps and he pauses at the top, watching as I get to the door.

“Straight home,” he says to me. “I’ll be watching you the whole time.”

I look up at him, my hand on the doorknob. “Yes, Daddy,” I say again, and he gives me that approving smile. It sends shivers down my spine.

I open the door and step out into the night.

I feel so exposed as I walk home. Fortunately, it’s a nice neighborhood. Unfortunately, it’s a really gorgeous night, and a lot of people are out.

I get more than a few double takes. I know how I must look. I feel so dirty and I’m probably blushing the whole time, but I do as he says. I walk straight home. I don’t run, but I don’t take it slow.

He says he’s watching. I don’t know how, but I believe him. I want to make him proud, which confuses me and excites me all at once.

I reach my apartment building and head inside. I glance back over my shoulder, and I think I spot a black car parked across the street.

I step inside and head upstairs, mind racing, heart beating fast. As soon as I’m inside, I slam the door, throw myself down on to the couch, and spread my legs wide. I press my fingers deep inside of me, rubbing my clit, and I have one of the most intense orgasms of my life. All I have to do is think about him spanking my ass and giving me that approving look, and the orgasm overtakes me, sending my entire body into spasms.

Later, after I change into normal clothes and shower, I can’t help but wonder how it’ll feel when he finally touches me and gives me what I desperately want.