Page 39 of De Vil

The assistant coach didn't want to get her own room, but Coach insisted. I'm glad because I'm not sure how I would have reacted, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep with her arms wrapped around me.

When Coach leans in, I've had enough. I get up and walk to the front of the bus. "Coach, how much longer will it be?"

"We have about forty-five minutes to an hour to go." She looks at me with those stern Mommy eyes. I know she's telling me to behave, but jealousy has ahold of me.

"I need to use the restroom."

Before Coach can answer, the assistant chimes in. "You'll have to hold it." Mommy looks pissed she answered me, but she agrees with the twat-waffle.

"Sorry, Tia, we have a deadline to meet."

"Oh, well, I guess I can go right here then."

I'm being bad on purpose, because I want her attention and I'm not getting it.

"Tia!" Coach stands up as I unzip my shorts.

"I said I have to go." I look at her. Daring her to do something in front of everyone.

"Frank, take the next exit." Coach glares at me, but I say nothing. It's worse when I ignore her. Turning, I slowly walk back to my seat with a big ass grin on my face.

"Everyone, we are making a pit stop."

"Wow, I didn't realize how immature she is," the assistant coach mumbles, and I have half a mind to rip her hair out. I don't. I’ve already tested the limits enough for the time being.

Libby is peeking over the seat as I sit down, and she smiles at me with excitement twinkling in her eyes. "I can't believe you were going to pee on the bus."

"When you gotta go, you gotta go." I giggle with her as we pull off to the gas station.

"You have ten minutes, girls," the assistant coach tells us, and we file out of the bus in a hurry.

My phone buzzes as I enter the store and look at the chips.

Mommy:Bathroom. Now!

Me:Yes ma'am.

Quickly, I make my way through to the restrooms in the back. As I round the corner, I'm grabbed from behind and dragged into the one-stall bathroom. The person locks the door, and I don't even flinch. I smell Mommy's perfume and know she's probably going to punish me.

"You just had to be bad, didn't you?"

I nod my head, and she chuckles in my ear.

"I should spank your ass." Her words tickle my skin. "But not now. Get on the toilet."

Mommy releases me, and I take my time unzipping my shorts and lowering them down. She taps her foot. I know I don't want her to get to the fourth tap. That's when a spanking is coming my way. Sitting down on the toilet, I look up at her and I smile.

Staring at her makes me feel so many wild emotions. I've never experienced these feelings before. They are only for her and I don't know why. Mommy pushes her hands through my hair and tilts my head until my neck is arched the way she wants it.

"Pee, little one. Empty that bladder like a good little princess."

My bladder empties on command. I tremble from head to toe at how much control she has over me. I gladly let her have it. It's easier to do as I'm told, instead of having to worry about every move I make.

"Keep your eyes on me as you wipe yourself."

Oh damn. We've never done bathroom play before, but I think I enjoy it. She smiles down at me as I grab the toilet paper.

"You like this, don't you?" She yanks on my head and a little more pee trickles out of me. My pussy throbs to be filled, and I am in awe of how my body wants such nasty things.

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