On the way

As I left my dorm I{if skirt=true} felt incredibly self conscious. I kept looking around me to see if people gave me strange looks, but no-one seemed to care. It was like if slutty Emily was a completely normal student.{else} kept thinking about how I had disobeyed Brandon, shifting between guilt and becoming angry with myself.{endif} After the short walk from my dorm I was walking across the main campus square towards the building with my lecture hall, when I spotted Brandon waiting for me by the fountain. Seeing that I had{if skirt=true} dressed as requested, he gave me an appreciative nod.{else}n't dressed as requested, he gave me a frown.{endif} As I approached his gaze lingered on my cleavage.

{if skirt=true}"You look good," he said. "You should dress like this more often."

"Like a slut?"

"You said it, not me."

"Did you follow all my instructions?" he asked, putting emphasis on the 'all'.

"I'm not showing you that," I responded not wanting to confirm or deny.

"Let's go check then," he said sauntering away.{else

}"That's not what I told you to wear," he said.

"I wear what I want," I snapped at him.

"Not if you want to continue getting fucked by me."

"You really think I'm that ****?" I hated how easily he got under my skin.

"I know you are," he retorted. "Follow me."{endif}

I found myself following him to the side of the square, away from my lecture hall. It really was infuriating how he simply assumed I would follow him. Even more infuriating that I did walk behind him like a lost puppy. He lead me into a narrow alleyway between two buildings and around a corner. We were out of line of sight from the square, with at least a little privacy. Unless someone happened to come in here of course.

{if skirt=true}"Okay, show me then," he said gesturing at my skirt. With trembling hands I lifted the hem of my skirt to show him what was underneath, his commanding tone wouldn't let me do otherwise. {if panties=true}He raised his eyebrows as he saw the thongs I was wearing.

"I thought I told you not to wear any panties," he said sternly. "Thongs or otherwise."

"You can't expect me to go to class completely exposed!" I pleaded.

"I do, and you will." he said.{else}

"Nice," he said as he saw me presenting my bare pussy to him. "Good girl."

A shiver went down my spine as I hear those words. Fuck it turned me on.

"Time for your reward," he said grinning.{endif}{else}

"You need punishment," he told me sternly.{endif} "Lean up against the wall for me, both hands on brick, ass out{if skirt=true}, legs spread{endif}."

Cheeks burning, I did as he told me. I could hear him walking up behind me. {if skirt=true}Flipping up my skirt, he exposed what was underneath. {if panties=true}Hooking his fingers into the straps, he pulled down my panties and made me step out of them.{endif} Two fingers founds easy entrance into my wet pussy. I had to bite my lips to suppress a moan. I could feel his breath on my neck as he started to finger fuck me. {else}Reaching around he unzipped my pants and pulled them down my thighs, my panties followed after. Caressing my pussy, he whispered into my ear.

"This is for your own good slut."

I let out a yelp as he smacked me on the ass with surprising ****.

"Count it out for me," he growled.

"One," I said. Smack! "Two." Smack! "Three." My ass was already burning, yet I counted up to ten slaps before he relented. Inserting two fingers into my sopping wet cunt, he started finger fucking me.

"You're going to go back to your dorm," he whispered. "And you are going to change back to a skirt. Understand me?" I could only nod. "And no panties!"

"Yes!" I managed to answer.{endif}

"When you get to class," he whispered. "Snap an up-skirt photo and send it to me, understand?"

I nodded, a small moan escaping my lips as he continued to finger me. Suddenly his fingers were gone and he was walking back down the alley. I took a lot of willpower not to run after him to make him finish the job.