The making of a Master
Purely a fantasy. Constructive criticism welcome! Derek had always known his family was a bit different, but it didn’t bother him. Those families on tv, the moms always seemed to be yelling at the dads, or just nagging incessantly. He preferred his own mom any day. She wouldn’t dare talk back to his dad. She knew her place, and Derek often wondered why all women couldn’t be like that. Derek was currently being homeschooled by a private teacher, because it was frowned upon in his old private school to pick a favorite girl and command her to be his slave. His father had pulled him out after the third grade teacher caught Derek soundly smacking his classmates bottom as she lay over his lap at recess, her skirt flipped up in the back, frilly princess …