I wear a lot of soft colors. That day I just happened to feel like wearing pink. However, I don’t really know why I ever cared about what I wore u...nderneath. It wasn’t as if anyone would see it, at least, not until those boys did that. About one hundred kids saw that happen. I was so embarrassed. In fact, I felt more embarrassed than I ever felt before. Then, the next day, while I was walking back home, the guys pushed me into the park I always pass on my way to and from school. They. I noticed that tonight her lips and nails matched in color perfectly. In the other hand was a riding crop, a favorite for us both. “Are you going to be a good pet tonight?” her voice was dark and demanding. “Yes Mistress,” I replied quickly knowing it would please her. “Good, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.” She slapped the crop down hard on the back of my thigh, white hot pain and lust shot through me making my pussy muscles clench. I knew she would never harm me, hurt me and use. ‘Have it your way, Mrs. Divine.’ The disrespect made me fume, buff bod or not, when I got Big Tim Donehy to myself, I was gonna make him my bitch. *** When the last little slut in my class had managed to pry her face away from Tim and ass-wiggle her way out the door, I locked it behind her. ‘Okay Timmy, I’m not letting you get back to your dorm until you have agreed to show me proper respect.’ ‘Whatever, Ma’am,’ he slurred, ogling my huge tits with brazen audacity. I cracked my yardstick across. “Kiss me, you goof.”And he did. It was a kiss of the ages, the kind of kiss that put other kisses to shame. His lips were hot against mine, pliant and giving; searing, scorching. The cold and fucked-up world melted away like butter, smooth and bright as sunlight, filling me with a warmth that spread from my fingertips to my toes. I knew it wasn’t easy to love me, knew I was difficult and mean and stubborn and moody, but Wes had picked me anyway. He’d picked me, and now I was being kissed as I’d.