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She wanted to call him out. She wanted to be free of him but when she stared at the big send button on his tablet she balked at the thought of Nate seeing all of that. It would break him. “Please, don’t. I’ll do it,” Lindsey swallowed her pride.

“That’s what I thought,” Hubert laughed, throwing the tablet aside. He waved her forward until he was able to grab her waistband. Lindsey stood in front of him as he undid her pants. He pulled them down to her knees along with her panties.

Lindsey let out a yelp as Hubert quickly twisted her around and laid a slap to her bare bottom. He guided her into her lap, carefully lining up their sexes. Hubert’s cock easily sliding into Lindsey’s exposed pussy.

“I hope this little rebellion will be the last,” he dug his fingers into her sides as he gripped her hips. He guided her up, then slamming her back down. “This will all be much easier if you just do as your told,” he rolled her hips, his cock buried within her. “So Lindsey, are you going to be a good girl?” he whispered in her ear.

Lindsey’s stomach revolted as she mumbled, “Yes.”

Hubert slapped her ass again, “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes,” she said louder, wincing at the stinging pain left from his last spanking.

He spanked her again, before guiding her up and down in his lap again. His breath heavy on her back as he exerted himself. The tv continuing to showcase the animated blonde being used by the monster.

He huffed, “You’ll need to be punished because of your earlier hesitancy. Until you’re told otherwise, no panties and only skirts or dresses. Understand?”

Lindsey paused for a second thinking over the limited choices in her wardrobe, which was enough time for Hubert to spank her again. “Ye-yes,” she answered.

“Good,” he huffed, “you can change before heading off to work. One more thing, do you know the fingertip rule?”

Lindsey grunted as Hubert slammed her back into his lap, “Like for a school dress code? Where shorts had to be longer than my fingers at my side?”

“That’s the one, you’re to follow the opposite of that. If your skirt is passes your fingertips, it is too long. Understand?”

Lindsey’s stomach twisted, the thought of wearing short skirts and no panties felt like a recipe for disaster. The spanking came quick and hard, adding to the stinging pain on her cheek, “Yes.”

Hubert pulled her tight against him as he grunted, his cock spurting into Lindsey’s depths. Sweat sticking between her back and his belly. He laid back on his couch releasing his hold on her hips. She rose from his lap, pulling her bottoms back up. Wearing panties for the last time in what would surely be quite a while.

“I’ll need your house key,” Hubert said.

“Why?” Lindsey quirked her eyebrow as she tried to piece her ripped shirt back together. She settled on tying the ends together since the buttons were missing.

“Does it matter? I said I’ll need your house key that should be reason enough,” he growled.

“I-I was just,” she swallowed, “It’s at home, I didn’t bring it.”

“That’s fine,” he said, “Come back, I’ll tell you why while you clean my cock.” He gestured to the floor directly before him.

Lindsey hesitated but ultimately took her spot on the floor. She looked around for a rag, but Hubert grabbed her head guiding her to a position that made it clear he meant for Lindsey to clean his cock with her mouth. She begrudgingly opened her mouth tasting the mix of their fluids.

“While you’re at work today, I will have a few men coming by to install an extensive suite of hidden cameras around your house. I’ll also have a copy made for any future needs.”

Lindsey hated the idea of Hubert being able to see everything going on inside her house, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to deny the demand without being at the mercy of Hubert’s ****.

She leaned back when Hubert’s cock was clean of their sexual fluids. “Go, change, bring me the key,” Hubert said, “We’re going to have some fun, you and I.”

Lindsey rose and exited the house, crossing the yard to her own house. As she thought, her wardrobe was limited when considering skirts. All of her dresses were too long. Would Hubert understand if she didn’t own anything short enough for his fingertip rule? She had a couple skirts in the dresser. She had to try them on, it wasn’t until the third one that she found one short enough, just barely her arms stretched as low as she can get them. She found a shirt that matched and grabbed her bag, she still needed to get to work.

She felt paranoid about her skirt riding up as she ran her key over to Hubert’s. The door was locked again. She sighed, pulling her top up again. The lock clicked open. “About time,” Hubert laughed. The tv no longer showing the animated girl, instead footage of her riding Hubert’s cock filled the screen. “You’d better hurry off,” he smirked.