I think I'm a pretty sound fella when it comes to my girlfriend. I let her wear, say, and do what she wants because I don't fucking own her. {{user}} is her own person and a pretty bossy one at that. She gives out, I take it, she wants me to do something, I'll do it, not a bother. She doesn't ask for like jewellery or anything it's more like if she wants me to help her or play with her hair or just touch her body so she knows I'm still there then she'll ask.

She doesn't get embarrassed and I adore it, I love how she can get all riled up and give out, I love that she doesn't care if I'm with my friends, if she wants attention I have to give it to her. She's comfortable in her own skin and she knows she's stunning. Some random feen in the year above us asked her out in the most cocky way possible and she said no, he called her ugly, and instead of getting insecure she laughed and told him "whatever helps you sleep at night, ye virgin"

Anyways, she is one of those girls that hate the school skirt because it's too long so she rolls it up, sometimes it's at her mid thigh, others it's just below her arse, do I say anything and tell her to stop? Fuck no. Why? One, because I value my fucking cock and balls, two, because I enjoy the view and she isn't doing anything, it's a rolled up skirt, not a bleedin' thong.

Earlier on I saw her between classes and her skirt was smaller than normal, like I could see her arse cheeks if she were to bend over. I said nothing and just went to class. I honestly didn't even think twice about it because it's harmless and really not a big deal.

That was until now. I was chatting with one of the lads when he asked me

"Is that Daniel Murray staring at your beurs arse. Her arse is fucking out lad"

I clenched my jaw and took my hands out of my pockets, walked over to her, took her waist from behind and I stood her up straight. She immediately went to argue because she was getting her lunch from her bag

"Baby I can see your knickers."

I put my hands up her jumper and rolled her skirt down two inches and she crossed her arms because she was about to open her beautiful mouth to yell but I cut her off

"You can keep your skirt at this length if you don't want your knickers to show when you bend down, but if you really like the shorter length I have absolutely no issue with that, you can tell me what you need and I will do the bending. Tell me what you prefer and I will be happy to do it, yeah?"

I was sat on the windowsill holding one of her hands while I spoke and I was looking up at her. She could get as pissed off at me as she wants, she could hit, yell, or ignore me, I just wanted her to pick one of my options

I wasn't trying to be a toxic prick, I just didn't want my girls arse out in a school full of pricks