Naughty Schoolgirl Fantasy: My First Day in Costume

I stand in front of the full-length mirror in my small bedroom. I am nineteen but tonight I play the part of a schoolgirl. I wear a crisp white blouse — buttons fastened up to just below my collarbone. Over it, a red plaid skirt that ends two inches above mid-thigh, soft pleats and smooth cotton. My white knee-high socks reach just below my knees, and black Mary Jane shoes complete the look. My hair is in pigtails, each secured with a red ribbon. A thin black necktie dangles from my collar, tied loosely so the knot rests halfway down my chest. My small breasts press against the fabric of the blouse, nipples already poking hard underneath. My pussy heats at the thought of tonight’s game: I am the “naughty schoolgirl,” and my boyfriend, Luke, is the stern schoolmaster who’s in charge of after-school “discipline.” My heart thunders as I check my reflection one last time.

Downstairs in the living room, the lights are dim. The curtains are drawn. A single lamp glows near the window. The couch has been pushed aside to make room for a wooden school desk with a single chair — just like in class. Luke sits at the desk, chest bare under an open gray cardigan, his tie loosened. He looks up when I enter, and I catch a flash of hunger in his eyes. I can see how much he wants me, even though I am wearing a uniform that implies I am “off limits.”

He stands as soon as I step inside. I notice he has arranged a ruler, a stack of textbooks, and a leather paddle on top of the desk. I watch my reflection in the…