Page 46 of Controlling Natasha

She gasps.“People might see!”she shouts.

I narrow my gaze at her.“Natasha…” I warn.“You may discuss your concerns with me, but you may not yell.”

She sighs adorably, rolling her eyes.“Sorry, Sir,” she says calmly.

“So, you’re worried other students might see the type of bra you’re wearing under both your blouseandyour sweater?”

“Of course,” she says sarcastically.

“Natasha… Tone.Speak to me respectfully, Little one.”I watch her very closely, fist pumping in my head when she shifts her weight back and forth and squeezes her thighs together.She likes it when I reprimand her.In the future, I suspect she might even intentionally goad me so that I’ll scold her and feed her craving.

She huffs out a breath and continues pleading her case, “Plus, what happens when it gets warm out and I can’t wear a sweater?Huh?Then everyone will know.”

“So, just to be clear.You sat in class struggling to pay attention to the teacher because you kept pulling the sweater around tighter to make sure no one in the room saw the type of bra you had on under two layers of clothing.”

She nods.“Yes.”

“And you’re sure that’s the real problem—people noticing.”

“Yes, Sir.”She straightens her spine, quite obviously proud of herself for making her case.

I watch her for a minute, rubbing my chin, letting her stew simply because I’m going to love letting her squirm like this for the rest of my life.

Her shoulders drop, and she sighs.“You’re not going to relent on this, are you?”

“I didn’t say that, Little one.”

“But you’re obviously trying to figure out how to tell me no without me throwing a tantrum.”

I chuckle.Damn, she’s cute.“Are you planning on throwing a tantrum?”

“Maybe.”She crosses her arms defiantly and shoots daggers at me with her eyes.

It’s hard not to laugh, but I need to put her out of her misery.“Let’s consider this from another angle, shall we?”

She groans, making my cock double in size.I have no idea who this sassy Little girl is, but I like it.

“How did you feel when you first put that training bra on Tuesday morning, Natasha?”

“Twelve,” she blurts out.

“That was my plan.I specifically requested that Delilah choose adult training bras that are meant to be pulled over the head and made of thin material with babyish patterns to give you no support and zero coverage.”

She gives me a defiant stare.

“Lower your arms, Natasha.Clasp them behind your back.”

She grits her teeth as she obeys me, but she also squeezes her legs together again, and that’s the important part.

“Do you feel like your boobies are so large that you need a lot of support to hold them up?”

Her face turns beet red.

I’m pushing her almost too far.I scoot forward so my chair is closer to her and set my hands on her hips.“Look at Daddy.”

She meets my gaze, softening slightly.

“Good girl.Now, listen to me.First of all, your breasts are absolutely perfect.Do not misinterpret what I said and get it in your mind that I think they’re small.They are perfect.Got it?”

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