1st Drabble of November 2019 (Patreon)

When Hana walks into the bedroom wearing a tight little schoolgirl outfit, Siebren’s face falls rather unexpectedly and he takes a hurried step backwards.

“Ah. Miss Song…?”

They stand there, staring at each other. His big pale eyes blink at her like a deer caught in the headlights, and she can’t help but think cute. He’s almost double her height and balding, but he is cute.

“I thought you had need of my... help?” His voice goes high at the last word; almost a squeak. He’s not moving after that initial alarmed step back from her but Hana still feels like he is shrinking towards the door, trying to flee.

“But I do,” she says and bounces towards him to clamp down on his arm before he can actually flee from her room. “I have a great need, even!”

She grins up at him, squeezing her tits against his arm. His ears take on an almost alarming shade of red.

“I don’t think this is… Miss Song. Please.” He tries so hard to sound strict, but the fact that he is standing stock still as she takes his big big hand and presses it against her belly destroys any attempt at authority.

“Oh come on. This will be fun! I want to play with you!”

Siebren looks faint. He is trying to pry her hands off of his hand without looking down because looking down means to get an eyeful of her tits nearly spilling out of the too little blouse she has put on, and he is a gentleman. He would never.

Hana’s pussy gets plump and excited just from that.

He’s kind of like her grandpa. Sweet and gentle (and big and sexy), and she can’t help but want to do something good for him. Like lying back and flipping her tiny skirt up and showing him just how cute and candy pink her snatch is between her soft thighs.

“Miss Song. This is highly unorthodox. I do not believe I should even be in here while you are wearing… so… little.”

She doesn’t listen to him. She is just staring up and admiring how huge his nose is. She wonders if his dick will be huge too. It probably will be. She squeezes her thighs together and wriggles a little on the spot.

“So? Then discipline me,” she says with a little throatiness in her voice that she could not have faked if she had tried. Her nipples are hard and pressing against the see-through fabric of the blouse, and she really really wants Siebren to look down and admire just how slutty she looks in the costume she’s put on.

He makes a soft wheezing sound and tries to turn away, gently pushing at her grasping hands, but Hana is insistent and pulls him deeper into her rooms.

“I want to play ‘little schoolgirl gets disciplined by her teacher’. You can do that, right? You’ve been a professor…”

He stares at her in abject horror now. But his cheeks are getting nice and rosy. That’s a good start!