J McKenna - Naughty girl

She looked confused, glancing down at her nakedness then up to his face. “You want me to put on my clothes?”

“Yes. We’re going shopping.”

She dressed quickly, clearly nervous. She started to head to the bathroom then stopped to ask permission. “I’m-I’m wet. Down there. May I go wipe up, Master Carl?”

“No. And you’ll have to be spanked for using that euphemism. What word should you have used?”

“P-pussy.” The word came out softly.

“Or?” he pressed.

“Cunt.”

“Get the ruler.”

She rose and went to his desk, then returned with a wooden ruler. Carl could see red marks high on her cheekbones. She appeared flushed and nervous.

“Get into position.” She dropped down and turned around in front of him, presenting her ass. He flipped up her skirt and gave her two quick whacks on each rounded globe, leaving red stripes. He did not hit her too hard. Just a wake-up call.

He escorted her to the car and they drove to the mall. On the way, he made her raise her skirt up so he could see her nakedness. She seemed flushed and yet strangely excited. When they arrived, he turned to her. “You’ve also forgotten your pronouns, you know. You’ll have to be punished for that.”

She blanched. Carl could tell she thought he was going to spank her here. “No, not that,” he added, seeing a visible sign of relief in her eyes. “I want you to roll up your skirt a little bit.”

DeeDee opened her mouth to say something then quickly closed it. She attempted to obey him while still sitting down, but he stopped her with a hand on her forearm. “No, get out of the car first.”

Her eyes widened. “You want me…um, Naughty Girl to get out and raise up her skirt?”

“Are you being disobedient? Does Naughty Girl need more punishment?”

“No, no, sir.” She got out, leaving the door open as a shield. Carl watched her from inside the car. Nervously, she rolled up the skirt an inch.

“Keep going,” he said.

Another inch disappeared. Now it came to mid-thigh. “A little more.”

She made an inarticulate sound and looked around fearfully. She rolled the skirt until he could see the slick juices on both of her inner thighs. The skirt hung just about two inches below her damp pussy. “Okay, that’ll do.”

He got out and locked the car. She came to him, nervous as a cat. He leaned over and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. She looked very slutty. She also seemed to vibrate in her shoes.

“Is this what Master would do?”

She nodded, her eyes wide. She looked around, as if she was prepared to hide if someone saw her. But that was the whole point, wasn’t it?

Carl started to walk. DeeDee raced to catch up. “Oh, and one more thing. While we’re inside, don’t forget your name.”

He thought DeeDee would faint. He could see her blushing all the way up the front of her chest to the tips of her ears.

They entered the mall and strolled over to a young women’s store, someplace that would cater more to girls from teenage to college years, not a twenty-seven year-old like DeeDee. Rock tunes played loudly and colored lights spiraled around, making the store look like a rave.

Carl went up to a Goth clerk, hair dyed black with a purple stripe, a silver ring piercing an eyebrow and a nose ring through one nostril. Perfect, he thought. “My girlfriend needs some new clothes,” he said over the boom of the music.

She stared at DeeDee, her eyes moving up and down, taking in the altered outfit, the loosened buttons. “Yeah,” she said, her mind clearly working as she glanced back at Carl. “I think I can fix her up. And I’ll bet you’ll want to approve everything.”

He nodded. The girl was quick.

She grinned and took DeeDee by her elbow and steered her toward a display in the back. As Carl followed, he heard her say, “I’m Sammy, what’s your name?”

He almost laughed out loud as he saw DeeDee’s shoulders shudder, then she leaned in to tell the girl, “N-naughty G-Girl.”

Sammy turned almost completely around to stare at Carl. He just smiled and tried to appear innocent.

Sammy took her to a rack of short skirts of various types: Denim, leather, a soft stretchy Lycra, all in many colors. Together, Sammy and Carl picked out some he liked. Naturally, he approved of a red Lycra miniskirt first. A black leather one came next, then a shiny blue micro-miniskirt. They brought the outfits to the dressing room, which was a narrow aisle with cubicles on either side. A full-length three-sided mirror stood at the far end.

“There’s no one in there right now if you want to go in with her,” Sammy told him.

“No, that’s all right. I’ll stand out here. You help her, okay?”

She went in with a visibly nervous DeeDee. He could see that the sheen on her legs had increased. The swinging door shut and he could hear them over the music in the background, talking about the skirts, then suddenly, there was silence.

Carl couldn’t help but lean in to listen. He heard Sammy say softly, “You’re not wearing any panties!” A moment later, “And you’re all wet. Do you want a tissue?”

There was silence. Carl could only assume DeeDee was shaking her head.

“Does your boyfriend make you do this?”

For a minute, he thought DeeDee wouldn’t answer. Then: “Yesss.”

“Why do you let him?”

There came another pause, then, softly: “Naughty Girl likes it.”

“Wow, you’re a weird one, lady, if you don’t mind me saying.”

The door opened and Sammy came out, followed by DeeDee in a ridiculously short red skirt that clung to every curve. She still wore her ivory blouse, which now looked mismatched somehow. The color was right, but the style…

“Wow,” Carl said. “You look great. But that blouse doesn’t work.” He turned to Sammy. “Can you find something that would go with this?”

She nodded, telling him she had just the thing. She disappeared. Carl stared at DeeDee’s crotch and made her turn around. Her face remained pink, making a nice contrast with the red skirt.

Sammy came back with a couple of tops. They started to go back into the dressing cubicle but Carl stopped them. “No, she can put it on right here.”

DeeDee’s eyes got wider, if possible, and she glanced nervously around the nearly empty store. Nobody appeared to be paying any attention. “R-right here?”

Carl gave her a flat look. “‘Right here’, what?” he asked.

Her embarrassment grew. “R-right h-here, M-master Carl,” she managed.

“Cool!” Sammy said brightly. They watched as DeeDee quickly unbuttoned and shrugged off her blouse. Her breasts jiggled as she hurried to put on the pink blouse offered by Sammy. It had three buttons at the top, and the material was meant to be tied underneath the breasts. DeeDee shrugged it on and buttoned it. When she tied it, she looked like a slutty Daisy Mae.

“Perfect,” Carl said. “Now let’s look at the leather skirt.”

Both Sammy and DeeDee stared at Carl, questioning whether he wanted her to change that right out in the open as well. “Let’s go over by the mirror and try it on, okay?”

DeeDee actually looked relieved to be farther into the dressing room—that is, until she came face to face with her reflection in the three-sided mirror. If anything, she felt more exposed now. She stared at her outfit, turning this way and that, and tugging at the edges of the skirt, trying in vain to cover her obviously aroused state.

Sammy brought out the leather skirt and they waited while DeeDee got up her nerve to disrobe. Carl turned to Sammy. “Do you have a ruler, by any chance?”

“A ruler?” Sammy had a puzzled look on her face.

That galvanized DeeDee into action. She stripped off the red skirt and pulled up the black leather one. She wasn’t fast enough to avoid giving them all a show. Carl could see her labia were red and swollen, her slit dripping wet.