Chapter 23

Liam was more than happy the trip to the mall was over, round two of shopping after the little lunch date with the teen didn’t last nearly as long, but the entire day was more than enough for his feet to feel like they were throbbing. High heels were not meant to be walked around in all day, unlike his old steel toed boots that he missed dearly, but wouldn’t he knew Miss Megan wouldn’t allow him to so much as see them till the end of summer when he got his things back from wherever she stashed them.

His things… Liam glanced into the back of the SUV, the seats had been put down to make more room for all his new things. High Heels, dresses, skirts, makeup, lotions, jewelry, nail polish all now his and there was enough of it that it would take multiple trips to bring it all inside. “Taking a look at today’s haul?”

“Hmmm?” He turned to her, knowing she said something, but not sure what.

“Lost in thought thinking about putting on your pretty dresses I see. Tell me what was your favorite thing about your trip to the mall today?” Megan said, as she stopped her vehicle at a right light just outside her neighborhood.

So much of today had been horrible, and much of the things he would put in that category were things Leah was supposed to love. He could mention the black and white heels his feet were currently throbbing in, the push up bra that made the breasts that he shouldn’t have seem larger or how he had to flirt with someone of his same sex that was six years younger than himself. Parts of that encounter weren’t so bad, the kid was nice and if he ever could get past himself he was sure Jeremy wouldn’t have any problem getting a real date. “It was fun playing with the kittens in the pet store.”

“You are Jeremy, did look like a cute couple sitting on the floor playing with the animals. It shouldn’t surprise me that we spent thousands of dollars getting you a wardrobe that you love, but the highlight of your day was spending time with a boy.”

“What, what do you mean?”

“All I meant is I know how much you love clothes and shopping, but a girl your age is much more interested in trying to impress a boy she likes.”

“No, umm Miss Megan how did you know we were sitting on the floor?” She had been following them, she had been spying, that was how. Of course she did, the controlling woman wasn’t going to let him have any type of freedom, even if it was off doing something he hated.

“Christeen and I wanted to walk off our lunch so we walked around the mall a little bit and we happened to walk by the pet store. It was a welcomed surprise to both of us when we saw the two of you in the window display having so much fun. You should have seen Christeen, she was beside herself as we watched you pick up the little black cat and put it into Jeremy’s arms. She said you were Jeremy’s first girlfriend.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” Liam said flatly.

“Don’t get all sulky on me Leah just because you wanted him to make it official after one date, but I tell you I would be surprised if Christeen isn’t trying to plan your wedding after the third or fourth date with her odd son.” Megan was enjoying teasing Liam, though it was true how much the woman gushed over her son. She doubted she made such a fuss over her Becky’s first date. Becky wasn't socially awkward like Jeremy, but she didn’t seem to put in any real effort to make many friends. She didn’t even have a best friend till she came back from a school trip to Washington D.C. where she met that Spanish girl that was the daughter of Becky’s drama teacher. Megan had to think for a second what the girls name was, with how she was over her house she should just know it. Gabriela, that was it. Becky only had that one close friend, a big difference between herself and her daughter. It surprised her considering both herself and her little sister had several best friends in school.

“Also I needed to check on you to make sure you weren’t taking Jeremy off to the bathroom to have sex. After your talk in the car this morning I couldn’t be too sure.”

“He isn’t odd, Jeremy is just shy.” He said, ignoring her jab at twisting what he said that morning after her threat of anal. Jeremy though, perhaps a little shyer than he was at that age, but with fewer reasons Liam figured.

“You know how I feel about you arguing or talking back, Leah.”

“A good girl never argues or complains.” He said, realizing that he just corrected her. She was wrong, but Jeremy wasn’t worth getting a strike over.

“That is correct, but I think I can let that slide if you tell me the truth. Tell me how cute you think he is and how much you want him to be your boyfriend.” The car pulled into her driveway and she hit the button to open the garage, but made no motion to get out of the car. Only now giving Leah her full attention.

Squeezing his eyes tight, Liam thought about the teen trying to think of him like a girl might if she was attracted to him. “I think Jeremy is handsome, the way he takes the time to style his hair, that cute little earring in his upper left ear and how he just rushed off to help me at the store, picking out these cute shoes. Any girl would be lucky to have someone like him to hold their hand and be their boyfriend, but I want it to be me.” The kid was objectively good looking, especially with not having a face full of zits, and he would imagine a girl having a boyfriend that could get them a discount on shoes would be a plus, if the girl had an obsession with shoes like he was supposed to have. Still though, saying that sappy stuff about Jeremy made Liam cringe.

“Wow, sounds like someone might be falling in love, maybe Christine isn’t too far off the mark. Why don’t you send him a selfie of yourself, telling him you just got home and can’t wait to see him again.”

While she made Leah bring all of her bags inside, Megan decided to tell Bailey about Liam’s shopping trip.

Megan: Big day today, was Leah’s first trip to the mall. Here are some photos.”
Bailey: OMG! She looks so cute in that first outfit, I love that skirt. Where did she get it?
Megan: We picked that up at Khols, it was on the clearance rack for only 16 dollars.
Bailey: Sugar!
Bailey: That totally means they might not have it by the time I get there.
Bailey: What size is Leah?
Megan: She is a size smaller than you, but with the diet she is on that should change.
Bailey: Wait is that Leah with Jeremy!!
Bailey: They played with kittens!!!

It amazed Megan that one of the first things Bailey thought of was Leah’s clothes and where to get a skirt. Was that said because Bailey was playing the part or was Bailey becoming more of the girl she appeared to be to everyone? Looking up from her phone she saw Leah taking in the last of the bags, not so much as a single complaint having to bring them all in herself, anyone watching would see the smile on her face and think she was happy as can be with her purchases. She only had to use a little of the money from the sale of Liam’s motorcycle, but a new girly wardrobe was going to be much more of use to Leah.

Sitting down in her recliner Megan motioned over towards the couch. “Okay Leah, take out your book and tell me how many strikes you have right now.”

He knew how many were there, but still he pulled the little book from his purse. “I have four strikes.” He said having a few crossed out from doing things like calling Chuck and playing the perfect girl with Jeremy.

“Four? So you would have what, seven if I didn’t let you take a few away. So only one punishment instead of two. Tell me Leah, if you were in my position. Wanting to turn you into the best girl you could be, what would you give for punishment?” She already knew what she was going to assign him, but it would be interesting to see what he came up with.

None, none was the answer if he got to pick, but that wasn’t going to be something she was going to accept for an answer, heck if he didn’t give her something real she might turn those four strikes into five or even six. “Maybe make me read girly magazines?”

“That is a good suggestion, what else?” She didn’t need a punishment to make him do that, but she could take away one of his strikes for it and already had a good idea of what subscriptions to sign Leah up for. She was going to be signed up for Glitter, Seventeen, Teen Vogue, Allure and Cosmopolitan. Leah was going to just have so much fun staying up with fashion, beauty and celebrity gossip.

“Practice putting on makeup?” He thought of things she already mentioned and wanted to veer away from that, but he really wasn’t sure what to suggest and did not like the idea of being the architect of his own destruction.

“You are already going to be doing that, and you love makeup so it wouldn’t be much of a punishment.” She tapped her chin as if she had to think. “While I think over what your punishment should be, why don’t you get a piece of paper and write a little, you need to work on your handwriting. Maybe write about yourself, tell the reader who you are as a person, the things you love. Then after that we can do your afternoon oral practice.”

Writing about who he was or well Leah was as a person was something he much rather do than act happy and enthusiastic about putting a dildo to his mouth so got to work.

Let me introduce myself!

I’m Leah Megan Summers, but everyone just calls me Leah <3

Today I went out shopping. If going from store to store buying cute dresses and heels, trying to find the perfect outfits sounds like a good time, then I bet we could be best friends! I even went on a date with a cute boy and we got to play with kittens!!! I was told his mom wants us to get married, but I am way too young, but she owns a shoe store where I bought so many cute heels! Jeremy, that is the boy's name, he gave me a discount and his mom owns the store so like if we did get married then I would own a store full of shoes!!!

That isn’t my dream or anything, but it does sound super amazing. What I really want to do is become Miss America! We don’t have royalty here in Nevada where I live, but wearing that crown would practically be the same thing. Some people don’t like beauty pageants, but being pretty is like a superpower and way more useful than being smart. Least I hope so because more than a few people have called me a ditz and I think they might be right, but so what. I love who I am!

The entire note wasn’t long, just two paragraphs, it made him uneasy to write as he took time to think what was basically the most girly thing he could write. “I love who I am!” He said, outload to mock his own letter.

“That is good to hear Leah.” Liam startled, looking up to see Megan standing in the living room. She had changed into a jean skirt that reached just above her knees, an almost sheer yellow blouse over a white cami and was barefoot. Something he desperately wanted to imitate. “Lets see what you wrote down.”

She took the piece of paper reading it was over, he could see her smirk and hoped it was good enough. “This was well done, I would like you to write it again with a few corrections. Go a little slower, I want to see your handwriting to be more flowing. Secondly don’t use commas anymore, just use the word and instead. Do that, then write it again three more times.”

He had almost said that would make me look like I’m stupid, but that was exactly her intent and talking back would only get him in trouble. Something else she wanted him to do, but he wasn’t going to play into her hands. She wanted him to suggest punishments and then provoke him into messing up to do those very things. He really had **** at this point other than to do what she wanted, but he wasn’t going to let her manipulate him like that at the same time. So he rewrote his little letter like she asked and when she didn’t show back up, he wrote it a few more times.

When she still didn’t come by he stood up and walked down the hallway, stopping at the mirror to check his makeup. Deciding he needed to reapply lip gloss, he went back to get his lip gloss and fixed his way too puffy lips. It wasn’t till after he noticed her office door was closed and as he moved closer, he could hear her talking on the other side. It was muffled, but he could swear he heard the phrase quarter reports and figured it was a work call.

A smile, a real smile crossed his lips as he went down the hallway, through the living room to get to the kitchen. He was starving and he got a little something like lunch meat from the fridge she would be none the wiser. Opening the fridge he looked at what was available, he didn’t see any lunch meat, but there were left overs from some time recently when she ordered out. Inside the styrofoam container was a ravioli meal with meat sauce. The mere sight of it caused his stomach to growl, demanding it be sacrificed to it. He pulled it from the fridge, his mouth salivating at the thought of eating it, but as he took a step away from the fridge hearing the click, clack of his heels on the tile he stopped moving.

She would notice this missing, she also could have closed her door to set him up for a trap. One he was not going to fall into, he was not going to get another strike for something he could control. He couldn’t stop her from just doing things, but the entire strike system itself was a way to manipulate him. She set up the game, he couldn’t choose not to play, but he could choose to try to change it. Miss Megan wanted to **** him, to see him squirm, but he imagined the irritation she would feel if he acted like everything was just perfect. He already had to put on an act he thought as he touched his cheek, feeling the smile on his face. If he had to do these things anyways, why not do it and try to get back at her, even a little. Kiss her with kindness, that would show the manipulative bitch. Even as he thought the insult, his mind reminded him how a good girl didn’t use foul language, the motto was like the same song getting constantly stuck in his head over and over again.

Replacing the leftovers where he found them, Liam got a glass of water, drank it down and then another. Trying to silence his stomach before he went back to the living room and started writing again, this time writing down the good girl lessons like she had made him do previously. He was going to show her it didn’t bother him, that he liked doing it.

He was in the middle of writing when Miss Megan came back out to check on him. “Still writing I see. Let me see how you are doing.” She said holding out her hand for the sheet of paper.

Smiling, he handed her two pieces of paper with writing on the front and back. “This is…” Megan trailed off as she saw Liam had written what she asked and then more of it and then switched over to writing down the good girl motto. “Why did you write this?” She tied up in an unplanned meeting when she had just logged into the work network to check her emails. She didn’t recall telling Liam to do this.

“You were busy Miss Megan and I wanted to show you I’m a good girl.” He wanted to eat her ravioli, take off his heels and kick his feet up, but seeing the look of confusion on her face was almost as good.

“Huh. Well I’m happy you didn’t get into mischief, in the future I will have something for you to read when you are idle.” Megan looked back down at the sheets of paper in her hand, it even looked like he was really trying to improve his handwriting. If he thought it would get him out of his next task though, he was in for a surprise with how he would still be doing it and it would be worse. “Well then, come along sweetie, it is time for your afternoon oral practice.”

The smile faltered on Leah’s face, it wasn’t gone for long and she was sure it would turn to a scowl or argument when she told him what was expected from now on. A man that took advantage of woman for sex was about to get very familiar with the taste of cum.

Coming into her daughter’s old room she pulled the pink dildo out of the drawer, handing it to Leah as she followed her in. Unlike last time it wasn’t dropped like it was about to attack, but that plastered on smile seemed thinner. “Okay now sweetie, I know you remember what to do and how to act, but we are adding one small thing to your routine. Because you misbehaved and need to be punished from now on when you cum, you aren’t done. You will take your seed and wipe it all along your toy and continue practicing for another five minutes.”

“Wha.. what?” Liam’s eyes grew large as he looked between Miss Megan and the dildo, all thoughts of his plan gone from his mind.

“Leah, you can be such an airhead at times. I need you to pay attention, when you orgasm you are going to gobble everything all up after putting it on your toy. Then after, say how yummy it was. It doesn’t matter if you are alone or with someone, but you will say it.”

The memory of the slimy sticky substance of Lucus’s cum in his mouth, dripping down his throat and down chin were as vivid as if they happened just yesterday. Now she wanted him to suck on the dildo slick with his own cum. HIs muscles shook with frustration, he wanted to break her nose, but he couldn’t. He still felt weak, if he did so much as show her his fist there was a good chance she would spank him like a child and then give him another punishment. She had so many cards to play, the diaper, spankings, the brothel, Lucus and the promise of anal and then her ace in the whole, sending both him and his brother to jail. He had to obey, and the closest thing he had to a card to play was to take away her satisfaction.

“That does sound yummy!” He said, his mouth feeling dry even after the two glasses of water he had just drank down. He wasn't sure if he could handle this, but he also didn't have a lot of options.