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Meeting at the Outdoor Market (Closed to Ryanmo97 and notexactlyaverage)

Taylor nodded as she entered the kitchen, a half-hearted smile playing at her lips. Realizing she hadn't checked her phone in days, she looked about for it, seeing the handbag she had when arriving at Ryan's. Walking over to it, she pulled out her phone to find 3 missed calls. One from her mother, and another two from one of her friends. She shook her head, placing it back into her bag before heading back over to Ryan.
 
"One from my mother and two more from Ellie, my friend..." Taylor said, tailing off. She thought about how she would have to tell them about Ryan sooner or later, and she knew that her mom especially would disapprove completely. Shaking her head to clear her anxiety and worries away, she walked up to Ryan, kissing him on the cheek. "Something smells good, what's for dinner?"
 
Ryan smiled, "Lasagna, garlic bread and salad..." Ryan finished putting the lasagna together and put it in the oven. "Have you had a chance to tell her about us yet?"
 
"Sounds wonderful..." Taylor said with a smile, leaning against a counter in the kitchen. She fidgeted, playing with her hands and biting her lip, clearly anxious about something. "No, no, I haven't. I'm not sure how I would explain this to her..." she said, nervously. "I don't know how she would take the news that her only daughter has moved in with a man she met two days ago..."
 
Ryan nodded, "I see... Well, I don't know what you should tell her... We are in a very unusual situation here... I'll let you use your best judgment..." Ryan started to put the salad together.
 
Moving across the kitchen, Taylor began to help him prepare the salad and thought about what to tell her mother. Eventually, she realized that the situation would either be accepted and Ryan welcomed to the family with open arms, or completely rejected and she would probably be cut off completely. The only person who knew about her deeply submissive side was her brother, Samuel. Knowing that whatever happened, Sam would be there for her, she smiled and relaxed again, thinking about how right it felt to be standing in Ryan's kitchen with him, preparing a salad.
 
The next morning after they worked out and showered, Ryan put Taylor's clothes for the day on the bed. He picked out a purple top, a black pleated skirt that went to halfway between her thighs and her knees, white tights and a pair of black Mary Jane's with a 2" heel. Then he went downstairs to make breakfast.
 
Realizing she had worn nothing but skirts and dresses since arriving at Ryan's, Taylor walked straight past the clothes on the bed. Rummaging around in the closet, she pulled out a pair of black skinny fit jeans and a simple white tee. Pulling a light blue shirt on over the tee, she checked herself in the mirror. Definitely not what had been laid out for her, but Ryan wouldn't mind that much, would he?
 
Ryan was making pancakes and bacon for breakfast. He heard the sound of footsteps, he had a smile on his face when he looked up at her. The smile went away when he saw Taylor... "Um... Taylor... What are you wearing? That's not what I picked out for you...."
 
"Oh... Yeah..." she began, biting her lip and scratching the back of her neck nervously. "I guess I just missed wearing pants... I mean, ever since I moved in I've just worn skirts and dresses..." Taylor's voice didn't crack once, but she could tell Ryan wasn't happy with her, and she began to wonder what the consequences of her actions could be.
 
Walked over to her and said, "That's because that what I want you to wear... Now go upstairs and change right now young lady..." Ryan pointed up the stairs, "Or else..."
 
Lifting an eyebrow as he spoke, she stared him straight in the eyes. "I'm not your doll. You don't get to dress me up in whatever you like." She hated the way he spoke to her right then, and wasn't going anywhere soon.
 
"Yes... I do... when we met I told you that I wanted complete control over your life. I would choose what clothes you wear each day and also I told you not to bring any pants... So unless you want me to punish you you'll get your butt upstairs now and change!" He walked to her and got right in her face.
 
"Dammit Ryan! Don't I get any control over myself anymore?" Taylor was furious. "I brought one pair of pants with me, one. And I wanted to wear it just this once. I get it, you have control over me now, but I just want one... Free day, if that's what you want to call it. I'm not used to being treated like this." Fighting back the urge to cry in front of him, her hands shook as she headed for the door.
 
Ryan went after her and grabbed her by the wrist..."If you wanted a free day you should have asked... I would have been more than willing to give it to you... But now since you broke my rules I have to punish you..." He pulled her into the living room. He took a hold of her jeans and started to unfasten them.
 
Shaking partly in fear and partly in anger, Taylor bit her lip and held back tears. She had never seen this side of Ryan before, and she didn't like it. Glancing down at him unfastening her jeans she regretted everything she had said and wished she hadn't upset him at all.
 
Ryan once they were open he pushed them to her ankles then he took her panties and pushed them to the floor. He too a hold of her shirts and pulled them over her head and threw them on the floor. Then he unfastened her bra and took it off of her. Then he sat down on the couch, pulled her down across his lap and with her jeans and panties still around her ankles he started to spank her bare bottom.
 
Tears flowing down her cheeks in embarrassment, Taylor shook with every strike of his hand to her bottom. She squirmed about a little bit on his lap, although he held her firmly so she couldn't move about that much. Burying her face in her hands, she shook her head, wishing she had just gone along with everything in the first place.
 
He spanked her twenty times. When he was finished he pushed her jeans and panties off of her along with her shoes and socks. Then he stood her up. "For the rest of the day you shall remain naked... Unless you have a reason to go out..."
 
She nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Rubbing the redness on her bottom with one hand, she hid behind the other one. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment from crying in front of him. She gathered up her clothes and took them upstairs, placing them on the bed before sliding to the floor and sobbing.
 
Ryan then went to the kitchen to finish breakfast when it was ready he went to check on Taylor. He went upstairs and saw her sitting on the floor sobbing.. He walked over to her and knelt next to her... "I'm sorry my dear... but you broke the rules and you had to be punished those were the rules..."
 
Taylor nodded, sniffing gently. "I know... I'm so sorry, Ryan, I really am..." her voice was small and slightly rough from her sobbing. "It won't happen again, if I would like a free day I'll ask, I promise it won't happen again..."
 
"Good... You should know it hurt me more than it hurt you..." He gave her a kiss and escorted her downstairs.
 
"I'm sorry..." Taylor whispered once more before smiling at him nervously. Well aware of the fact that she had to remain naked for him all day, she glanced down at herself nervously. Taking a small portion of the pancakes and bacon he had prepared earlier, she sat at down at the table, picking at her food but not really eating. After pushing pancakes around her plate for a while, she bit her lip anxiously and opened her mouth to speak. "Can my brother come over one night? He's the only person who knows about my... Submissive nature, if you like, and I think he'd like to meet you..."
 
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