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I was relieved to hear from David the morning after I sent him the e-mail
describing my first party at Joe's house. This message from him convinced
me that he was truly interested in me and liked what I was telling him,
it wasn't wishful thinking on my part.

///

Heather, I really enjoyed reading about the party where you met Sherry.
Yes, I do think that Kevin purposefully avoided using you that night. So,
did you learn your lesson?

Here's something you can tell me: How were you first introduced to
discipline in a sexual context and what did you do to deserve it?

Without even meeting you I can tell that you enjoy being submissive yet
you have an inner spark, which I think gets you in trouble. Some people
call submissive girls like you an uppity bottom. Are you uppity? I
confess that I hope you are, uppity bottoms are the most fun to put in
their place. (smile)

I am looking at my appointment book now and I see you only have 8 more
days to wait until the 16th. Are you excited?

Sweet Dreams, David

///

It took two nights to compose the following e-mail for David. After the
first night of writing I made myself come several times thinking about
David's reaction to what I would send him. I fantasized about him reading
it and then calling one of his girls into the room and using her to
release the sexual energy my words had built up in him.

///

Hi David, Am I excited? Ha Ha HA! You're a very funny man. I am marking
the days off on my wall calendar. I hope you are pleased with me and want
to see me again after the 16th. :)

Actually I did learn my lesson after watching Kevin and Sherry that
night. The jealousy never went away entirely but I learned to control it
and Sherry was right, over time I began to enjoy seeing him with other
girls without feeling too conflicted or deeply hurt.

For example, and forgive me for being presumptuous here, I expect that
you already have multiple girls you train and use for your sexual
pleasure and this excites me. I assume you've been meeting with other
girls that responded to your ad in the paper before me and no doubt some
have already begun their training. I would be able to help you in the
training of other girls if you are interested in that. I've never really
taken a dominant role but I have experience in helping a man demonstrate
to a girl in training how she is expected to behave or what he intends to
do with her.

I am tempted to delete the previous paragraph but I will send it anyway,
I want you to know I have been thinking these things. It really turns me
on when I am in bed at night fantasizing about what you could be doing to
another girl at that very minute.

You asked if I am uppity. Yes, I can be, that is very perceptive of you.
I try to control it but sometimes I talk back without thinking. That is
one reason why I've been so disappointed in the men I've been dating
lately. Some men let me walk all over them, which is exactly what I don't
want. Some just laugh at me when I'm being sassy and think it's cute.
What I really want is a man who will take me over his knee and spank me
for being a brat.

Spanking turns me on but it can be a very effective punishment if I am
left begging for a man's cock inside me. I hate being unsatisfied so that
is a good way to make me think twice about being a brat. Sometimes Kevin
would spank me if I had behaved badly, which of course made me very hot,
and then he would fuck another girl right in front of me. This almost
drove me crazy, I wanted him inside ME and not someone else. After he was
done I would be sent home (unsatisfied and aching for a good fuck) with
strict instructions to keep my hands and sex toys away from my pussy.
Some people might think I could get away with one orgasm behind his back
and I made the mistake of thinking that . . . once.

I've said that I would write about some of my experiences in Joe's
"playroom" upstairs (which is where we were usually disciplined or played
with in a BDSM context) but I see that you'd like to know how I earned my
first trip there first.

Shortly after the party where I met Sherry and Luke I was called back to
the house to entertain Joe and his friend visiting from out of state. (I
am embarrassed to admit I do not remember the friend's name, I seem to
have blocked it out of my memory. I'll just call him Taylor.)  Kevin had
to work out of town that weekend, which was a disappointment, but I
trusted Joe and knew he wouldn't let things get too crazy without Kevin
there.

When I arrived at the house Joe surprised me by leading me upstairs into
his gorgeous master bedroom. The very first thing I noticed was the
enormous bed, which took my breath away. The frame was black wrought iron
with fancy curls and designs worked into the headboard and posts. The
decor was a masculine black and white with the smallest accents of red
scattered throughout the room for a touch of color.

After giving me a quick tour of the room (and educating me about the
abstract artwork on the walls) Joe instructed me to remove my clothing
and position myself on the bed with my hands above my head. Once
satisfied with my positioning he opened the nightstand and took out two
coils of soft rope. Without comment he wrapped and tied my wrists above
my head to the iron headboard. I already knew that what he was doing was
called bondage, I had read about it in a Nancy Friday book hidden in the
back of my mom's dresser.

It was exciting at first but nervousness crept in once I realized that I
had absolutely zero control over when I would be able to stand up and
walk away. I could likely scream myself hoarse and nobody would come to
my rescue. Joe must have seen the panic on my face because he stroked my
bound arms and promised that no harm would come to me. That helped me
relax and just enjoy the sensation of being naked and helpless, which is
difficult to explain to someone who doesn't understand the appeal.

I assumed Joe would tie my ankles to the bottom of the bed after he asked
me to spread my legs but he explained why he only wanted my hands
secured. "I think it's sexy when a girl holds her legs open willingly.
When her hands are tied she looks like a captive slut who can't help but
want to be fucked. Taylor might like something different, he can do
whatever he wants with you once he gets here. For now you'll wait for him
just as you are."

Joe left the room and returned a few minutes later with Taylor, whose
salacious grin gave away his delight at seeing me on the bed with my
hands bound to the headboard. He said something to Joe that I couldn't
hear clearly but I think it had to do with verifying that I was really
the 16 year old because I did hear "sixteen." I wondered if he had flown
all the way from Florida just to be with a girl my age.

"So you like what you see?" Joe asked Taylor. I suddenly felt shy about a
stranger seeing me naked and tied to a bed so I closed my eyes and
unsuccessfully tried not to blush. Taylor's response was non-verbal and I
missed it but Joe chuckled so I am guessing Taylor nodded
enthusiastically or indicated his hard cock. "She's all yours my friend,
when you get bored I'll take over."

"Don't count on that happening anytime soon," Taylor warned Joe with a
grin. He wasted no time in undressing. I could hear his clothes hitting
the floor so I opened my eyes to see what he had to offer me. He looked
to be in his late twenties or early thirties and still physically fit so
I knew it'd be a pleasure to be his fuck toy. I spread my legs wider as a
silent invitation and with only a soft moan of anticipatory pleasure
Taylor crawled between my legs. He hadn't even spoken to me and realizing
that no words had passed between us turned me on even more. Our initial
contact would be purely sexual and that made me hot for him. Taylor
rubbed his cock up and down my pussy lips to juice himself up. I pushed
my hips up against him, eager and greedy to feel him inside me and he
quickly responded by sinking his cock into me.

Joe soon decided that it'd be fun to keep me in a high state of arousal.
He announced that I was not allowed to have an orgasm while he and Taylor
used me. His scheme worked, before too long I was begging them to make me
come but they always managed to stop just when I was about to get off. I
tried to keep my breathing under control to hide an impending orgasm but
they were repeatedly able to stop just a few seconds too soon.

Throughout the afternoon the men were focused on me and I felt like a
princess. OK, a slutty princess with her hands tied down, but you know
what I mean. As much as I enjoyed the party with Sherry it was nice to be
the center of attention and to know that the men were hard for me and me
alone. Joe would tease my nipples while Taylor nibbled my clit and then
Taylor would knead my breasts while Joe pounded his cock into me. They
also took turns in fucking my mouth while the other fucked my pussy. They
delighted in teasing me to the brink of orgasm and I think it turned them
on to hear me so frustrated and needy. It was exciting to hear Joe tell
Taylor about Kevin's plans to train my bottom for anal sex. Taylor
expressed interest in visiting Joe again when I was ready for his cock in
my ass. It made me hot to think he was willing to travel all the way from
Florida just to fuck me again.

After they both came inside me the men decided to take a break and
recharge. They discussed tying me up in a different position or maybe
dismissing me and calling another girl that Taylor had met through Joe a
few months earlier. From the things they were saying I could tell that
Taylor hadn't been able to stop thinking about this other girl and she
was apparently very kinky (though they didn't go into details in front of
me). Joe found his cell phone and consulted the phone's address book
before selecting one of the names programmed into it.

"Hey baby, wanna come play tonight? [...] Yeah, I have my friend Taylor
here and he'd really like to see you again. [...] Right, the guy from
Florida. He didn't expect to be back so soon either. [...] OK, great, see
you in about 3 hours then? [...] Bye!" Joe smiled triumphantly. "She'll
be here tonight," he said to Taylor before turning his attention to me.

"We'll leave you alone so you can take a shower before you go home.
You'll find clean sheets in the linen closet, change the bed before you
leave. Stop by the kitchen on your way out if you're hungry or thirsty.
I'll leave cab money for you on the table in the foyer."

"Thanks, but I'd feel a lot better if you'd let me come just once," I
hinted shyly.

"Actually, because you want it so badly and you wouldn't stop begging,
I've decided that Kevin will determine when you can have your next
orgasm. He'll be out of town until Monday morning, maybe he'll give his
permission then or maybe he'll wait another week. In the meantime, you'll
just have to be frustrated."

"What?! What about when I'm alone?" I asked, genuinely confused.

Joe stroked my arm. "I know you want to come baby, but I've made up my
mind. It's Kevin's call."

"But . . . how will you know if I make myself come a dozen times when I
get home?" I asked.

Joe chuckled. "Oh trust me, Kevin will be able to tell. By the time you
have his permission to come you'll be so primed he could breathe on your
clit to get you off. If you make yourself come before that point then
he'll know you disobeyed my order, it's that simple."

I realized that Joe was right, my body reacted differently to stimulation
if I skipped a day between orgasms. Since I met Kevin I'd had at least
one orgasm almost every day (thanks to him or one of his friends or
myself). Knowing Kevin he'd make me wait until the end of next week to
see him again. If I stopped making myself come until then I'd probably
explode when he bent me over and lifted my skirt, he wouldn't even need
to breathe on me like Joe suggested.

The men untied my wrists before heading downstairs to the kitchen. My arm
muscles ached after being held in position for so long so I massaged them
gently. It was a lovely dull ache that I didn't mind because it had been
such a turn on for the men to use me as they wished. I stayed a few
minutes longer in bed, luxuriating on top of the satiny smooth duvet. I
knew I had to return home eventually so I reluctantly got up and found
the shower in the adjacent bathroom.

While waiting for the water to reach a comfortable temperature I noticed
that there were three shower heads. Until then I had never seen a shower
with two heads let alone three. One was in the regular position a few
feet above the hot and cold water handles and the other was on the
opposite wall. The third was directly below the first shower head and it
didn't take too long for me to determine it was a device that was meant
to be pulled out of the wall. There was a dial on it that allowed me to
adjust the intensity of the stream of water but it was already on 'high.'
Almost without thinking I directed the spray between my legs and held
open my labia with my free hand so the water could make direct contact
with my clit.

I was so turned on by the afternoon of sex _and_ my first experience with
bondage _and_ the excitement of finding a new shower toy that I was on
the brink of a delicious orgasm before I remembered Joe's instructions. I
felt so guilty that I actually stopped myself from coming and got out of
the shower before washing my hair.

As I was toweling off I heard someone enter the bedroom. I peeked my head
around the corner and was startled to see Taylor sitting on the bed.
"Hey, Joe had to leave to pick some things up at the store. I just want
you to know that what we did today was really hot, I've never seen a girl
want to come so badly. You were really into it, I had a good time."

I blushed and ducked my head so he wouldn't see my red face. (I still
hate blushing, it's embarrassing and impossible to control.) "I'm glad
you had fun, have you seen my shoes?" It felt funny to be talking to him,
we were total strangers who had just fucked all afternoon and now he
wanted to have a conversation with me?

"I think they're downstairs," he said and then paused to watch me button
up my blouse. "So you're really 16, right?"

"Yeah, that turns you on?"

"I didn't think it would until Joe told me more about you. He said I
should get up here soon before you'd been with too many men. There's a
lot of interest in you among his friends."

"So I've heard," I said dryly and pulled a brush out of my bag.

"Y'know, I had a 16 year old girlfriend once and we had sex, but I was 17
at the time. Why don't you want a boyfriend your own age?"

I flicked the brush through my hair and gave his question some serious
thought. "Well, I guess it's because I wouldn't want just one boyfriend.
I'd probably have sex with any guy who made a move on me. I'd be the girl
under the bleachers at the football game fucking one boy, then he'd find
one of his buddies and send him down there and so on. I'd have a
reputation for being a slut in no time at all. Our school already has a
slut, her name is Mary and she's gross. All the boys know she's an easy
lay and they call her when they're horny. There's a rumor that she's the
reason Mr. Jackson was fired two years ago. He was a History teacher but,
well, now he's history. The story goes that they were caught fucking in
his classroom after school by another teacher."

Taylor nodded thoughtfully. "It sounds like you don't approve of Mary but
-- and don't be offended, because I don't mean this in a bad way --
aren't you doing the same thing?"

I shook my head. "It's not that I don't approve of what she does, it's
just impossible for her to be discreet. She does it with the kind of guys
who brag to their friends. When I hear about the slutty things she does
it turns me on. After a party at the end of the school year everybody was
talking about the way she fucked four guys, including the older brother
of the kid throwing the party. It made me really hot but I had to pretend
to be disgusted like everyone else. I don't want her reputation, everyone
thinks I am a good girl."

"OK, that actually makes sense. If it weren't for what you do here then
you'd be like Mary with boys your own age. I have to admit it makes me
feel a lot better to know you're really into this and it isn't something
you're forced into doing. Joe assured me you wanted it but I had my
doubts."

"So you had your doubts but you fucked me anyway?" I grinned at him.

He actually blushed! "No, no, no. If you had been crying or looked like
you were't happy to be there I would have left. I even looked at your
pupils to make sure you weren't drugged. When I got on the bed you smiled
at me and opened your legs, I knew you wanted it."

"I was just teasing," I said. "I can tell you're a good guy."

Taylor smiled. "I've been thinking . . . When I was with my girlfriend in
high school, the girl I told you about, I never gave her an orgasm. I
just wasn't experienced enough then and it's something I look back on
with regret. I'd really like to get you off but I'm leaving tomorrow
night. How about . . . would you like that?"

I paused before stepping into my skirt. "You'd make me come? But Joe said
I couldn't . . . I'd get in trouble. I'm pretty sure he has cameras in
here, you should know about that," I reminded him.

"Joe's at the store. He showed me how to turn the cameras on and off,
they're not on right now. Nobody else will know." He reached his hand out
to me. "C'mere."

"Oh God, are you serious? I almost made myself come in the shower before
I remembered that I wasn't supposed to!" I admitted.

"Yeah, I'm serious. C'mere, get on the bed. I like how you taste. I want
to make you come, I won't tell anyone." Taylor smiled again and my
insides melted.

I wanted it so badly. I promised myself that if Taylor got me off then
I'd be good and not come again until I saw Kevin, no matter how much I
needed it. I dropped my skirt on the floor and removed my blouse before
climbing back into bed where he was waiting. Taylor started out by
sucking ever so gently on my nipples and fingering my pussy without
touching my clit. Soon I was begging him to put pressure on my clit and
he slid down between my legs and pressed his tongue against me. I tried
my best to prolong it because it felt so good but Taylor knew what he was
doing, he had me coming hard within just a few minutes. I felt so much
relief and gratitude, I had really needed that.

Afterwards he nuzzled up against my naked body. "You've been a bad girl,"
he whispered in my ear. "You weren't supposed to come."

"I know, but I couldn't help myself. You offered and I had to . . . I
guess I shouldn't have done that, huh? You promised not to tell, right?"

Taylor started softly rubbing my tummy and pussy again. I felt the
burning of another orgasm build up inside me. I opened my legs slightly
to allow his hand better access to my clit and I was startled when he
smacked my pussy.

"Ow! What was THAT for?!"

"For being bad. You need to be spanked," he said in a calm voice. "I
never spanked my girlfriend in high school, and she really deserved it
sometimes. Girls your age can be such brats. You'll never grow out of it
though. I spank all my girlfriends now when they deserve it."

I was so startled that I didn't move. He spanked my pussy again with his
hand, a sharp slap that stung yet strangely felt satisfying. I think if
it had truly been painful I would have jumped off the bed but instead I
opened my legs some more. I knew about spanking bottoms as a sexual
turn-on (Kevin had done it to me when I was riding Paul's cock) but I had
never considered how it would feel to have my pussy spanked.

"That's right. I think you can spread your legs even further. God, you
really are a hot little slut, you want your pussy spanked, don't you? Are
you gonna come from having your pussy spanked?" Taylor asked, a touch of
amusement in his voice. He slapped between my legs again.

I didn't come again but I was close, I think if he kept it up for awhile
longer I would have. He probably stopped because he knew I was close and
he wanted to leave me aroused and frustrated once again. He hopped off
the bed and paused at the door. "You better go home before Joe gets back
from the store, he might be suspicious if you're still here. Thanks for a
good time. I'll think about you tonight when I'm having fun with Joyce."
He winked at me and slipped out of the room.

I thought about what Joyce might be like as I gathered my clothes and
dressed. What were the kinky things she did for the guys? Maybe Sherry
could tell me. I found my shoes downstairs by the front door and left
without saying goodbye to Taylor or calling a cab. (I took the cab money
Joe left for me anyway.) It wasn't until I was on the bus that I realized
I forgot to change the sheets on Joe's bed.

I felt fairly guilty about what happened so I was determined to be a good
girl until I saw Kevin again. I tried to convince myself that my little
transgression wasn't a big deal, that anyone would understand if they
knew how badly I needed to come when Taylor made his offer. Besides,
Kevin and Joe would have no way of knowing what happened after Joe left
the house . . . as long as Taylor kept his mouth shut.

                               +=+=+=+=+=+


Kevin rarely phoned me at home because my mom would be suspicious if I
spent a lot of time on the phone talking to a guy. Instead I was supposed
to call a voice mail system at least once a day to check for messages
from him or Joe. When there was a message it usually contained
instructions on when they expected me to be at their house. After
checking my schedule and my mom's schedule I would then call to say if
I'd be able to make it or not. The school year had ended the previous
week which meant my days and nights (until 1 AM, hurray for Summer
curfew!) were free until the second week in September. I would be able to
visit Joe's house more often than not until then.

I checked the voice mail system Monday morning (two days after I
entertained Taylor and Joe). There were no messages from Kevin so I was
surprised when he called me directly on Monday afternoon.

"Hey Heather, you need to be here tonight. I'll pick you up at 7 after
dinner. Tell your mom you're going to see a movie with Tracy or
whatever." I could hear the irritation in his voice and I didn't like it.

"Sure Kevin," I said, trying not to sound nervous. "What's up? Have
someone new for me to meet?"

Kevin chuckled oddly. "Yeah, you can say that. Just be at the gas station
by 7 so I don't have to wait for you."

In an attempt to please Kevin I wore my extra short plaid skirt and
blouse with the Peter Pan collar. Kevin liked this school girl look on me
and I felt that it'd be in my interest to make him happy after hearing
his grouchy voice on the phone. Maybe he had a bad business trip?

I was disappointed to note he scarcely glanced at me when I got in the
car and he didn't even ask to see my bare pussy like he usually did when
I wore short-short skirts. That was the first obvious sign that I was in
trouble. I was tempted to stay in the car when we reached the house but
Kevin told me to get out and I did as he asked without thinking that
theoretically I was still in control of my body, I could've ran away from
the car if I really wanted to.

"We're going upstairs to see Joe," Kevin said as we walked through the
front door. I followed him up the stairs and down the hallway leading
away from Joe's bedroom. Kevin knocked on an oak door which swung open to
reveal what was unmistakably an office swathed in leather and wood with
brass trim. Joe was sitting behind an enormous desk with a phone to his
ear. It was a business call so I tuned out most of what he said. Finally
after several minutes he said, "Look, I have something that needs to be
taken care of here. You sleep on it and let me know what you think
tomorrow." He hung up the phone and consulted a few papers and initialed
them before directing his attention at me.

"Hi Heather, take a seat. Do you know why you're here?" Joe asked.

"Noooo, not exactly." I sat down and looked over at Kevin but he looked
away. "I assumed that you have someone for me to meet?"

"Hmmm." Joe didn't look happy.

A panicky feeling exploded in my tummy. "You're scaring me. What's going
on?" I stood up and thought about leaving the house.

"Sit back down," Joe ordered and I obeyed. He then opened a desk drawer
and touched something inside it. A large painting on the wall behind him
moved to reveal a television screen imbedded in the wall. "OK, maybe this
will jog your memory."

My insides liquefied, I knew what had to be on the tape and I didn't want
to see it. There was a brief clip of static and then a clear overhead
shot of Taylor and I alone on the bed. His head was between my thighs and
I was coming with shouts of encouragement and pleasure. The jerk lied to
me, he had said the cameras weren't on!

Joe cleared his throat and paused the tape with the press of a button.
"Do you remember what I instructed you approximately 30 minutes before
this?"

I nodded sadly, looking at my face frozen on the television screen. I
didn't detect a hint of regret, just pleasure and satisfaction. Obviously
Kevin and Joe could see the same thing. "You friend said the cameras were
off. I was so turned on by what you two did to me and I found the shower
massager . . . I am so sorry, it won't happen again. I feel awful. What
can I do?"

At that moment there was a knock at the door. A tall man dressed in
casual clothing entered the room. He looked very serious but not mean. He
reminded me a lot of the actor who played the metallic guy in Terminator
II.

Joe stood and shook his hand. "Thanks for being available on such short
notice. This is Heather, the girl I called you about. Do you have any
questions?"

"I'd like to see the video," the man said solemnly as he turned to shake
Kevin's hand, ignoring me.

Joe obliged his request by opening the drawer again and hitting a button.
The tape rewound and then started playing again. I was so ashamed that I
kept my head bowed and stared at the floor. There was an edit in the tape
after my orgasm and the action skipped ahead a minute to Taylor spanking
my pussy and my enthusiastic reaction to what he was doing. I didn't
recall being that vocal about how good it felt.

"Thank you, that will be all. Follow me," the stranger said, touching my
shoulder. I looked over at Kevin and then Joe. They both nodded at me and
I followed the man out the door and down the hall.

The man passed a few doors before stopping at the room located next to
Joe's bedroom. As I caught up with him I glanced down the staircase. It
would've been so easy to run down the stairs and out the front door. I
flashed back to the party when Sherry said I could leave at any time,
nobody would force me to stay if I didn't want to be there. I only had a
few seconds to decide my fate and after the slightest pause I walked
towards the man who had opened the door and was waiting for me. I suppose
you could say my curiosity got the better of me. I walked into the dark
room and the man flicked on the overhead lights and I saw the playroom
for the first time.

"This is Joe's playroom," he informed me. "He built it after consulting
me. Joe enjoys playing with girls in here but he soon learned that he is
not a true sadist. He doesn't enjoy being the one to punish his girls or
inflict unwelcome pain on them. That's why you're here today and that's
why I'm here today. Do you understand?"

I nodded, looking around and trying to take in everything I saw. There
were various pieces of equipment that looked strange and medieval yet
shiny and new at the same time. There was a lot of leather, vinyl, and
gleaming metal parts. I recognized some basic pieces but most of what I
saw I wouldn't understand its purpose or how it was used until a later
date. It was too much to visually take in all at once and I was
overwhelmed.

The man grabbed my chin and pulled my face towards him. "I can't hear you
nod. Speak. You will address me as Sir."

"Sorry . . . Sir." I said and tried to pull my head away. He let go and I
rubbed my chin. "I'm going to be punished for letting Joe's friend make
me come after Joe told me not to. Are you going to spank me?"

The man laughed at my naive question. "Sit down on the table over there
and listen carefully." He waited until I was seated on the vinyl padded
table before he continued. "You were given specific instructions that you
chose to ignore. You do not own your body, it does not belong to you. You
do not get to decide who uses it, who fucks it, who eats it. You are a
slut and a slut that must be controlled, otherwise you'd be out fucking
every guy you meet on the street. Kevin understands this and Joe
understands this. They alone will decide how your pussy is used. You will
fuck who they tell you to, you will not fuck anyone else. If they decide
that you will not be used for a month then your body will remain empty of
cock for a month. If they decide that you will only be used as a mouth
slut then you will suck cock and not accept a man in your cunt or ass
until they change their mind. If they decide that you will not come for
one year then you will not come for one year. Is any of this sinking in?
Do you understand?"

I nodded. Kevin had been telling me essentially the same thing for weeks
but never in such explicit terms. What the stranger said actually made
sense, I just hadn't completely accepted the level of control I was
willing to hand over to Kevin and Joe. After listening to the man speak I
realized that it was what I truly wanted. Without Kevin I'd be wild,
seducing boys and maybe even teachers at my school, maybe my friends'
fathers. When I was really horny I sometimes contemplated getting in
trouble at school just to be sent to the Principal's office where I could
seduce Mr. Edwards, a man that _nobody_ liked. If it turned me on to
think about gross Mr. Edwards pounding his cock into me as I bent over
his office desk how long would it be before I tried to make that a
reality? It was Kevin who kept me in control. All these thoughts were
swirling around in my head as I sat before the stranger and reflected on
what he had said.

"Do you understand?" the man asked again impatiently.

"Yes Sir. My pussy belongs to Kevin . . . and Joe too."

"Yes, and . . . ?" he prompted me.

"They get to decide how it is used and who uses it, otherwise I wouldn't
be able to control myself and I'd get a bad reputation," I said sincerely
with my eyes downcast.

"Exactly. Now, I've been informed that spanking your ass or pussy is not
a punishment. Apparently you like that too much." The man walked over to
a cupboard on the wall and opened it. I couldn't see the contents from
where I was sitting. He removed what I recognized as a crop that a jockey
would use on a race horse. The man whipped it through the air, showing
off. "This is a crop. Today we will find out if cropping is something
that excites you or if it will serve as a useful tool of punishment for
you. Lay flat on your back." The man approached me and roughly pulled my
skirt up over my waist and bottom. He smirked when he saw that I wasn't
wearing panties. "Now, place your hands on your knees and hold them open.
I must have clear access to your thighs and cunt for your punishment to
be effective."

I briefly wondered if it would feel the same as Taylor spanking my pussy
with his hand so at first I wasn't scared. Then I realized that if crops
were meant to hurt horses, encouraging them to run faster, it wouldn't
feel that great on my bare skin either. I held my legs open and stared at
the ceiling, willing myself not to cry or be a baby. The first sting of
the crop on my inner thigh caught me off guard. I couldn't help my
reaction, my legs snapped shut and I cried out in pain. Looking back, it
didn't really hurt that much but it was a shock just the same.

"Open your legs again, slut!" the man barked at me.

I did as he asked without even thinking it through, my hands on my knees
and my legs spread. I wanted to go home but something compelled me to
remain on my back on the padded table with the strange man standing above
me. His jaw was set firm. He took his job very seriously and I was scared
of disappointing him. The crop hit my inner thigh again and my legs
involuntarily closed a second time.

"Obviously you can't control yourself," he said to me in a disapproving
tone. "We'll start over again."

He went to the cupboard and returned with white rope identical to what
Joe had used on my wrists in the bedroom. As he wrapped my ankles and
then knees with the soft rope I couldn't help but be impressed with his
skill at knotting and wrapping the rope. The man was not a sloppy
amateur, I could appreciate the artistic beauty in what he was doing even
though I was the one being forced open and exposed. After my legs were
well wrapped the rope was then tied to eyelets screwed into the perimeter
of the table. I was left with my legs bent and spread wide open. Even my
knees were held taut so they could barely move. I instinctively covered
my pussy with my hands and the man chuckled. "I figured you'd do that."
He then bound my wrists together and moved them above my head where he
attached the rope to another eyelet.

"The first two don't count because you tried to avoid them. I will crop
you 10 times. After the first stroke you will say 'Thank you Sir, I
deserved the first stroke, please do it again.' Then you will say second
stroke, third stroke, and so on. I will go easy on you because I
understand this is your first time being punished. I guarantee this is
not even half of the pain I could inflict on you today, keep that in
mind."

After the first stroke of the crop on my inner thigh I involuntarily
tested the strength of the ropes and knots holding my legs open. He had
left enough slack so I could move about half an inch but for the most
part I was left immobile. It hurt but it wasn't a blinding pain, I could
tell that he wasn't hitting me as hard as he could, just like he said. I
was so wrapped up in analyzing the pain that it took me a few seconds to
remember my line. "Thank you Sir, I deserved that first stroke, I'd like
another please," I whispered softly. He asked me to speak up and repeat
it again in a louder voice so I did. I didn't exactly mean it, and he
knew I didn't mean it, but I said it anyway and that's all he required of
me.

The second stroke landed on my exposed pussy and I yelped loudly. "Thank
you Sir, I deserved that second stroke, please do it again." My leg
muscles were already aching from the strain and I wanted to blow my nose.
God, how could I stand eight more? The third and fourth strokes landed on
my tender pussy in quick succession so when the fourth hit me I hadn't
even gotten over the third. Tears were streaming down my face and I was
whimpering. The fifth landed almost exactly where the first stroke had
hit, on my left inner thigh. The man put down the crop and I thought it
was over. I felt a tidal wave of relief and euphoria; he had stopped
early! I must have done something right, something to impress him. I
thanked him for the fifth stroke and my relief was so great that I
actually sounded like I meant it when I said "Thank you Sir for that
fifth stroke, I deserved it, please do it again."

I rejoiced too soon. The man reached down and unbuttoned my shirt slowly.
"You have beautiful breasts," he said gruffly. "I won't leave a permanent
mark on them." I cried out and begged him not to crop my breasts. "Five
more," he said sternly before unhooking my bra and exposing my breasts.

The sixth stroke landed on my left breast right below my nipple. I
screamed and the man waited several seconds before reminding me that I
needed to thank him. At this point my tear ducts had dried up, I was in
pain but the crying had stopped. I don't know if I had accepted what was
happening to me so I was no longer scared enough to cry or if I was just
too broken to cry. It was probably a little of both. I don't think I had
an out of body experience but part of me shut down so I was no longer
entirely present in the room. I have a vague memory of the final four
strokes, which alternated between my breasts and my pussy, and I know I
thanked the man for giving them to me, but it almost felt like they were
happening to someone else.

After the tenth and final stroke the man placed the crop back in the
cupboard and returned to my side. My eyes were closed because I was too
ashamed to look at him. I felt like a failure, I hadn't been able to
accept my punishment properly. I was sure Sherry didn't need to be tied
down. I braced myself for a verbal lashing. Instead, he cupped my right
breast with his hand and gently squeezed my nipple. My eyelids fluttered
open in surprise. The gentle way he handled my sore breast was in sharp
contrast to the cropping I had just received.

He smiled softly, caressing my breast. "I would be lying if I said that I
hope you remain out of trouble. I enjoyed my time with you today, I am
only sorry that you did not." He then did the strangest thing. He leaned
over and kissed my forehead before walking out of the room. After I got
over the initial shock of the stranger's final tender gesture I moaned
loudly. I was hoping Kevin and Joe were watching through one of their
cameras so they would rush to my aid. My pussy and thighs and breasts
were burning and I wanted someone to untie my legs and arms. After
several minutes Kevin entered the room and fresh tears squeezed out of my
eyes when I saw him.

Kevin began untying the knots on my wrists. "I'm not sorry this happened
to you, you deserved it, but I am sorry it happened so soon. I didn't
expect you to be the type that'd cause problems and be disobedient.
There, your hands are free."

"I am so sorry, I don't ever want to go through that again. I swear I'll
be good," I promised as I gently shook out my aching arms.

Kevin then moved to my feet and removed the ropes from my legs. When he
was done I went limp on the table like a rag doll. He dipped his hand
between my legs and fingered me. I cringed because my pussy was sore from
the cropping but he continued rubbing me for a few seconds anyway. He
then brought his fingers to my lips. "Lick yourself." I tentatively stuck
my tongue out and Kevin wiped his fingers on it. "You were turned on,
weren't you?"

I shook my head. "No, that really hurt! What scares me is that he wasn't
hitting very hard, I could tell he was holding back."

He dipped his fingers into my pussy and brought more juice to my lips.
"Taste yourself again. You were turned on."

"I . . . I guess so. It made me wet. I don't know why, it really hurt.
But God, now that you're touching me, I really want to come but my pussy
hurts, he hit me there with a riding crop."

Kevin nodded. "I know, I watched from another room." He pointed to
cameras in the ceiling. "I'm the one who told him to go easy on you, I
didn't want to scare you too badly."

"Thank you. Who . . . who was that man?" I asked meekly.

"As far as you're concerned he does not have a name. You will address him
as Sir. That's it."

I nodded numbly. It made sense, the man didn't really need a name.

Kevin's hands explored the welts that had formed on my inner thighs.
"It's exciting to see you in this condition. You had to be tied but you
accepted your punishment. You did not lose complete control. You were
really good Heather, you made me proud of you tonight."

"Wow, really? Thank you for telling me that." I smiled for the first time
in two days. "I will be honest, I thought about leaving and running away
from it. Now I understand why I stayed. I wanted to prove to you how
awful I felt for doing something wrong. Joe told me not to do something
and I did it anyway. If this was the way I could prove how bad I felt
then I could deal with it. I had to, for you."

Kevin moved between my open legs. He unbuttoned his jeans and shoved his
jeans and boxers down his thighs. His erect cock bobbed free and the
sight of it made my pussy ache with want. "Move closer to me," he urged.
"Move to the edge of the table. I need you now."

I scrunched down the table. "I need you inside me too," I whispered. I
cried out in pain when he pressed against the welts on my body but his
cock quenched that ache deep inside me.

"Don't come Heather," he said, slowly pulling his cock out and then
pushing it back in.

"I won't," I cried. "I won't come until you say it's OK. My pussy hurts
but it feels so good. I love it when you're inside me."

"It was so hot watching you take that crop for me. You were such a bad
girl."

"Kev, I'm gonna come soon, please stop! I don't want to come until you
say it's OK. Is it OK?"

Kevin pulled out of me and grabbed my arm. "On your knees," he ordered. I
slid off the table and kneeled in front of him, my mouth open and ready.
He grabbed the back of my head and fucked my mouth like a pussy, hard and
unforgiving. "Yeah, suck it slut. Suck the come out of me."

I wanted to reach between my legs and finger my clit but that was out of
the question, I would not be allowed to get myself off. I did my best not
to whimper too much, vocalizing my need for an orgasm. Kevin came in my
mouth and I swallowed his come and cleaned him with my tongue before
leaning over onto my side and resting on the floor.

Kevin buttoned up his jeans and then kneeled next to me, stroking my
hair. "I'll drive you home now. I'll see you next Monday and maybe I'll
change my mind about ever allowing you to come again at that point." He
said it with a smile so I could tell his intentions were to make me wait
just a week rather than indefinitely. I smiled back at him. After what
happened in the playroom I could easily wait one week.

As much as I didn't want to repeat my painful experience it did put a
kinky spark in my relationship with Kevin. Just knowing that I could be
punished like that for disobeying Kevin (or Joe) was a tremendous
turn-on. It made me feel completely vulnerable and controlled and that
was a feeling I would crave even more as time went on. Some psychologists
might say I craved that kind of attention because my Dad left when I was
young and my Mom was not a disciplinarian. The only problem with that
theory is that my Mom wasn't permissive to an extreme. (She let me get
away with a lot but I didn't exactly walk all over her.)

I slipped up sometimes and wasn't always on my best behavior around Kevin
or his friends, despite every intention I had to avoid trouble. I could
be sassy and talk back at times, which usually resulted in me being
spanked immediately without sexual relief afterwards. The men knew
spankings turned me on so more serious infractions required more serious
forms of punishment, which meant I was scheduled for a visit to the
playroom for anything but play. The man I called Sir was usually called
in to punish me and sometimes Kevin participated as well. Kevin enjoyed
watching more than delivering the punishment and he almost always fucked
me after the man left.

Sometimes the man would finger my pussy to see how wet I got but he never
put his cock inside me, even when I was helplessly tied open and exposed.
I asked Sherry if he ever had sex with her and she said no, as far as she
knew he never did that with any of the girls. His job was to punish us,
not fuck us. I figured that was his choice, Joe wouldn't have denied him
access to us girls. Much later I found out that he was married and his
wife agreed to let him participate in BDSM scenes without her as long as
he didn't have sex with other girls. This might sound funny coming from a
self-proclaimed slut, but I respect the man a lot for sticking to his
agreement with her.

All right, my bed is calling my name. Goodnight David. I hope to hear
from you soon. I will see you in 6 days not counting tonight . . . I
don't know how I can wait that long.

XOXO, Heather

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