Shower Submission

Shower Submission
Written By: Savages_slave

Steam already shading the mirror, the hiss of the shower echoing in the bathroom as you test the water, standing there before turning around with a hungry grin.

“Strip sexy sex slave.”

Your slave, swallowing hard against the collar at her neck, nods…fingers curling into the dress that falls down around her body, tugging the fabric up, exposing her bare legs, up to her shaved pussy and over her head, leaving her clad in a simple white t-shirt and white socks.

A purr as you move closer, hand dropping down to cup that bare mound, your bare sex…hot and slick, your slave’s arousal already coating her skin,

“Good girl.” Offered softly, your touch light against the exposed pussy, “Are you my sexy baby girl, Leigh?”

Softly answered, “Yes Master.” As she tugs her top up over her head, exposing generous breasts, topped with flat nipples, their weight hanging heavily.

Another sound, a pleased growl as you motion the girl towards you, having her hands undress you, reveling in the power of control as you feel her uncertain touch work at pleasing you as she strips her Master.

Undressed, your cock just awakening as you point towards the shower, following your slave girl into the burning stream, the mist cooler as your cumslut lathers you up, washing her Master as you luxuriate under the hot water.

Voices low, covered under the hiss of the water as you instruct your possession on washing your body, enjoying the feeling as her hands slide with slick soap over your skin, washing the mundane parts, arms, chest…watching with narrow eyed approval as she kneels, washing your legs before her hands slide back up, gently handling your cock as it starts to harden…

“Good girl.”

Motioning her up you turn, head tilted back as she starts a new process, washing your hair, fingers slowly combing through the wet strands before repeating her chore, washing your back, sliding down to kneel, washing your legs before moving up to intrude, explore your ass with soapy fingers. Letting the water rinse the soap away, the hot water coursing down your back as you encourage your slave to play with your ass, her touch tentative as you lean forward, the slick surprise of her mouth against the tender skin of your asshole has you moaning, encouraging your cumslut to lick your asshole. Legs braced apart, exposing your slave to the pleasures she can give you, her hand gentle on your cock, stroking as her tongue probes and teases your ass.

Your feral groans echo in the watery chamber, the steam masking actions to faint impressions. Your cock rock hard, rises majestically as you pull away, turning to draw your slave up against your body, the wetness creating little friction as her tits pillow against your chest. Letting your hands fill with the fleshy mounds, your grin one of approval before pushing her backwards,

“Sit, spread your legs cumslut.” Order brusquely towards a ledge built into the shower.

Kneeling you examine your slave’s pussy with clinical detachment, purring your approval at the bared skin, giving the wet cunt a quick and chaste kiss, out come the tools of submission, a razor and shaving cream. Lathering up your sluts pussy, letting your fingers tease as you do, lightly dipping your fingers between pussy lips, feeling the slick heat of her arousal. A soft warning,

“Be still baby slut.” As you draw the razor over her skin, the first bite of a Master’s markings, shaving his slut smooth. Careful precision work as you shave her. Letting the water wash away the stain of the cream, a wicked grin as you push a finger into the cunt that belongs to you,

“Do you like that cumslut?”

A soft groan is your answer, your slave holding her legs open as you explore her pussy, “Yes Master.” Whispered under the hiss of the shower.

A grunt as you lean forward, pushing her legs open wider to taste that fresh cunt, so newly shaved, soft and smooth, the water coursing down your slaves body adds to the sensation as you tease her with your mouth, making her squirm in the hot sauna of the shower.

“Please Master.” Whimpered as her hips arch against the teasing torment of your mouth.

“Please what?” you ask with a dark chuckle, letting your teeth graze the sensitive hood over her clit, the scent of her desire strong as you nibble, tugging the skin with your bite.

“Yes please Master.” Is the slaves answer back, her voice caught between pain and pleasure as you torment her pussy, your fingers still pushing in and out of her wet fuck hole, gripping your fingers in her desire.

“What do you want cumslut?” asked dangerously, you move back to watch her writhe under the showers streams…

The girl opens her eyes, unblinking as she watches you, her Master move to stand up, your cock jutting proudly out, erect and in demand. “Please fuck me Master? Use this cumslut…now?”

A grin crosses your face as you reach down, tugging the girl up before hugging her to you, “I love you cumslut.” Whispered tenderly before twisting her around, pushing her forward to brace her hands on the seat. Your hands hot on her ass as you grip, rub and enjoy the sight of your slave bent over, her ass and pussy exposed to your hungry gaze.

A low groan as you spread her ass, rubbing your thumb against her asshole as you press forward, pushing your cock into her dripping pussy. The echoing slaps of your legs against hers, your stomach slamming up against her wet ass carry through the shower, as well as your grunts of approval, or her soft whines of pleasure.

Feeling her body jolt with each hard thrust, sinking your cock deep into the pussy that belongs to you, feeling the hot tight hold as you fuck your cumslut, watching her ass bounce with each push, reaching down to hold her swaying tits as you fuck her.

“Are you mine Leigh?” ground out, breath harsh as you keep up the relentless pace, enjoying the feel of her body bouncing against yours, slick and slippery in the shower.

Strands of her hair, dark under the water streak her back as she arches up, pushing her ass back against your cock as it slides in and out, “Yes Master, your little fuck toy.” Gasped out as she shivers, her body reacting to the pleasure of yours.

Reaching down, sliding your hand down the smoothness of your slaves pussy, your fingers find and pinch her clit, twisting as you continue to fuck your cumslut.

“Please Master, let me cum.” Struggling to say the words as the pain travels through her pussy, rippling the heat that holds your cock, her pussy milking your length as it continues to saw in and out of your slave’s cunt. Feeling your own control slipping, your fingers tighten, twisting harder to hear your sluts gasp of pain and pleasure, hearing her plead again for you to let her cum, begging in a strangled voice.

“Cum baby girl, cum for me.” Whispered as you cum, marking your slave in a second way, pumping her pussy full of her Masters cum. Groaning as you cum, enjoying the feel of your slave squirms, gasping and whimpering softly as you feel her pussy clench and relax around your cock, her hips rocking to the pace of her own orgasm.

The Takeover, by Stricthohcple

The takeover!

By: stricthohcple.

Warm breeze comes across the room mix with the sounds of heavy breathing as Ann at this moment has straddle her Boyfriend / boss body brings herself down on Bills joy stick. As she grinds away, Bill’s hands roam over her breast, Ann leans down as Bill begins to tongue and suck and Ann grinds her crotch to begin the pace slamming herself on top of him, and then the gates open with Ann and Bill in sync the passion explodes, Ann tightens her legs squeeze all she can from Bills body and falls in exhaustion on top of him as there breathing becomes normal. Ann lays secured in Bill’s strong arms, his hairy chest puff now from his morning love session. They kiss and let the day dream as Bill kisses her goodbye and Acknowledge that he shall see her in the office later today.

Ann a mature women, takes care of her body, staying trim and showing off her figure whenever she can , Climbs into the shower as Ann cleans herself hands and cloth runs over her body, under breast she reflex on how she so needed Bill this morning to suck on them and squeeze them like Bill does, her mind racing as her soapy hands run down to cover her pussy and rubs gently driving in finger as she stand there in hot shower, dream of Bill having his way with her as her release comes just as she needed to begin her day. Bill and she have to have an afternoon of it, as she thoroughly thinking of what was coming down the road today at work. She works for a big company, a sectary to the owner son whom age was equal, for they came up the ranks together. She began in the mail room and her boss, lover and owner was an intern under his grandpa’s wing. It was a parent company and the # 1 son, Bill took control years ago when his grandfather and father had un-expected pass in an auto accident. Bill was young and fought his way to control the family money with his mother and the board as he stir the ship in the direction, it was heading today, but his secret to his success as the world always said behind every successful man was a women.

Ann is that women, she and Bill fought tooth and nail, and over the years Bill listen and Ann never the final say, but had the great influence on Bill, even over his sister and mother.

Yes this strong moral man took the advantage when they had trips out of town together, he has taste her sweet nectar many times, and Ann as at work seem to control the bedroom very well. For her strong legs and thighs she knew how to use it and move it, and Bill never said no to that body, if he could find the free time to tap it.

Ann been through a couple of men in her life time and felt proud of whom she was in the company that she work for, and the feeling around the company was that she held more power than Bill’s sister whom was VP, whom did not really get along with Ann, for she knew, but never was able to catch them to hold anything over anyone.

Ann life was heading the direction she always planned, except for the certain man in her life, she waited for years for Bill, but he was committed to his wife and mother from the day they meant in the company, but Bill always made a point to address Ann with his gentleman ways his grandfather taught him, how to treat the women in his life, as well take advantage of them for if you can, because you have money and power, so use it, and Bill never forgot that at all.

Ann stood front of mirror and admired her well trim body it serve her well for her years, many men wine and dine, but her demeanor, eventually shut them down, for it was Bill her heart went for she will be ready when the time is right for her to really be in control, for no way will Bills sister take over this company.

Ann felt good and was feeling a bit strong today, so she got out her arsenal, push up bra, nylon’s and garter, thongs and a tight skirt to show off her best asset and out the door she went. Arriving, she walk through the pool of office girls acknowledge each and some she stop a moment a give them a stern talk, by the time she was through the room the ladies were back talking and stabbing her in the back, for no friends in this office.

She walks into Bill office and shuts the door and kisses Bill passionate and reminds him of what he had this morning, as she allow his finger to feel her inner thighs, Ann hand cups his balls and squeeze them, honey she said maybe we can have a nooner, would you like me to book us for a meeting this afternoon. Wink, wink, Ann Smiles.

No honey am too busy, have some personal matters to attend to, it have to be another time, Ann hurt and slams the door walks as she exits his office passing the gentleman in the office and heads for the ladies room.

Quite some time passes and Ken sits waiting patiently for her to return, 30 min later Ann arrives at her desk, her smile is gone and her eyes dried Ken can see she was crying, and tried to see if she is ok and she just shut him down, he interrupt her and ask if she can see Mr. Stone, Ann ask what was it about in her hurt women way, and Ken just tells her it personal, Oh sure she says under breath and go to Bills office , Bill and her exchange a few words, but Ann forgetting the man in office just try to grill Bill for his afternoon, Bill, just says go back to your desk. Ann slams the door and returns then see Ken sitting there, oh sorry he is busy, Ken says ok I will wait, fine you may if you have the time, and turns her back on him.

For the next hour Ken sits there and watches Ann and her demeanor, as she answer calls and gives orders in much unprofessional ways. The office girls come in to get direction for projects and Ann belittles them in front of Ken.

Ken taken note not liking what he is witnessing and all he can think is this lovely lady will need to feel my strap on that tight skirt ass.

After the hour, ken excuse himself and interrupts Ann for some coffee, she just says it on the 3rd floor cafeteria in a snappy voice ,Well can you check on Mr. Stone to see if he has forgotten me.

Ann Said ok, I can and she dials her own home number and acts as thou she is talking to Bill and hangs up saying sorry he says no time for you today.

Ken leaves and reminds her he be back in the morning and leaves locking in all the details of the day.

With a smile, he says, I know what I have to do once I take over.

The next morning bright and early Ken is at the office waiting for Ann to arrive, she does show a bit late and ken take notice, Ann greets him and make a smart ass remark of being an early bird, then tries to tell him that Mr. Stone will be running late today I think you should have requested an appointment.

Ken said well I guess you really do not understand what Mr. Stone agenda is today, so I called his mother. Ann smirk, well as thou she controls this place, she laugh and smiles very good Sir I guess then you know what is going on today.

Ann opens her calendar and looks about for any clue of what Ken is talking about. Ann now with the mother threat she ask a bit more polite I really am surprised I do not see anything on record of you being here at all this week.

Yes I know it all arrange now by Mrs. Stone, Mr. Stone’s Mother.

Oh I see Ann smiles, well I guess then she can be in charged.

Ken smile well I think she already is since she owns the company.

Ann smirks yes she thinks she is, but Bill I mean Mr. Stone really is.

Ken smiles oh sure he is, we shall see, As Bill and his mother now arrive as Ken stated. Ann Smiles at them both greets Mrs. Stone, and her one remark to Ann. I see you are still with the company, Ann smiles at her and say yes Ma’am I am, Bill ask Ann to bring in pot of coffee and 4 cups for the meeting. Ann in a good submissive way says Yes Sir as she trots off to cover the task asked.

Ann smirks oh 4 cups I guess I be able to sit in on the meeting now what the old witch doing, damn Bill he will not have a clue what to do, good thing I be in there.

As she comes back, she realized the company attorney in the room and ask if he like also to have coffee and Ann says she will get him a cup, Mother speaks up that ok Ann we have 4 , you can go to your desk now, Ann stun and says Yes ma, am and firmly closes the door. And now really wonders what in the hell is going on.

As the clock ticks, Ann in her a mood now because she has no control what Bill is doing at this time and then what the old hag is doing as well, OH geez maybe Bill is getting divorce , Ann now smiles, yes bet that it for the old lady wants to make sure the soon to be ex does not get a share of the company, after all Bill did mention that yesterday it was personal , so just maybe since he never left , that what is going on, But then whom is This ken fellow?

Close to noon Now Bill and the company attorney now emerge from the office and greet Ann good bye as they walk by her desk, Ann in her lady ways smiles and glares at Bill which he does notice.

The door now still close and she wonder what the hell, what now is going on and then her bell rings and Mrs. Stone ask her to come into the office.

Ann enters and notice that Ken is now sitting in Bills Chair, Ann greets both in a somber mood and as she is about to sit Mrs. Stone reminders Her that no one said you can sit Ann. Ann caught by surprised and huffs as she stands again.

Ann. You’re the first to know, you just might not be needed here any longer, Ann shocked, stutters and choked back tears and ask Why Ma’am she squeaks out, I been here all of my life I give plenty.

Ken now speaks; well this is not what I hear? Ann not thinking now blurts out at him, what that to you, I seen you for 2 days who in the hell are you she screams, Well Ken said I think you best sit now, Ann slumps in the Chair.

Ken, stands up walks to the front of the desk and leans his butt on the edge, looks right into Ann eyes and says I am the new owner of this company, your boyfriend is gone. Ann looks at Mrs. Stone and there the old lady smiles and says, I knew you been in my son bed and his poor wife stuck at home with his children, you’re a piece of dirt, that needs to be swept away.

So as I asked Ken, he stated he understood and now it is his decision.

Ann looks back at Ken then to Mrs. Stone, and she is dumb founded and loss of words.

So now Ann I want you to go home now, you have until tomorrow morning to make up your mind with my proposal, Ann mouth says without thinks, A Proposal??? What the fuck are you saying?

Ken smiles, just like that just now; your mouth can get you into trouble.

Tomorrow morning, you may either have a choice of reporting to work and OBEY ME or stay home and be terminated.

Ann sits and stare’s off in space, then says can I speak, of course you can ken answers.

Ann begins I am appalled at the request you 2 are making, I do not care of you Mrs. Stone, you old battle ax, I am glad you’re gone from this company now, It was all Bills doing you were nothing to him but an anchor holding Him back.

Mrs. Stone, raises from her chair, and for her age she is quite feisty, as she walks over to meet her face to face, she calmly says well you’re not rid of me, young lady, for I am still on the board and I do believe Ken here will listen to my recommendations, of what I feel should be done to you. Ann attempts to get up, but Mrs. Stone shoves her back in the chair, you’re not going anywhere yet.

Ok Ken, you can handle her from here on, I recommend we follow the instructions that we have laid out.

Ken now looks at Ann, stand up Ann. Now as we were saying before you let your mouth fly off with the words, that is one thing I do not put up with. For offensive of fouled words in my company you be subject to 15 min with a bar of soap in your mouth in the corner. Ann looks about her eyes roll Oh sure you think I am going to bow to that stupid rule.

Let me finished Young lady I am not through with the rules for you.

Weekly beginning today and each Friday you will report to my office for your discipline for the week.

Ann says give a fucking break. I quit and heads for the door, but not quietly, before her exit she is loud enough that the floor heard her as she attacked both of them verbally with her mouth.

Ken just smiled and then calmly told her that he expect her resignation on his desk 7 am in the morning. Ann slammed the door as she left.

On the drive home Ann thinking about the meeting and just figure the hell with them, but she needed to talk to Bill, see what he going to do and wonder if his wife knows now that she knows that Bill mom knows what they been doing, and then at that moment then she smiled, good it might be perfect time for Bill to be leaving his wife, and they then can be happy together.

As Ann now on a high note, her phone rings and her heart flips, as she see Bills number coming across the phone. Quickly she answers and Bill just says I see you at your place in 15 min. Ann agree and her mood increases as she only can think of Bill, being in bed at this moment she needed comfort and assurance that Bill will be there for her.

Both arrive at the apartment at the same time and once in the door Ann drops all of her things and hugs him tight, kiss his lips and just begins to tell him how bad a day she had. Bill stands there hugs back, but the assurance in his arms are not there and Ann sense this, she stands back, looks at Bill and can see it as well, Bill what wrong honey, and pull him close again, Bill says Ann it has to end. What Ann stammers, oh Bill you mean US, why?

Ann, My wife knows Mom told her everything and I am sorry , But I cannot leave , so I have to end us meeting and now that I do not work there, I will find it harder to meet up. But Bill Ann begins to explain, I quit today also, for I thought we go together, the place is no good without you there.

Ann, honey I am sorry, but you cannot quit you know you need that job. Even at 60 it too early for you to retire, you’re all alone and you need the income. Well it will not be with them, for they want to spank me weekly for pete sakes the fucking idiots whom they think I am anyways?

Bill not acting surprised , it figures I am certain that is Mom’s doing, for she would always wipe us kids and Dad also, OH mom the old lady of the firm ruled the house and dad acted strong, but he sat back and submitted.

Then Ann could not hold it in, so you’re just the fucking wimp I knew you were, not a single ball between your legs oh mommy dearest has them along with your wife. No wonder you needed me there, get the hell out of my house you spineless wimp. As Bill leaves she slams the door. Falls into chair and cries. As she clams down dry’s her tears she begins to think of what Bill said and she knows she will need the job, but heck I have connection I can get a job anywhere, “The Tech Firm” always wanted me.

Gathering her wine glass and black book she settles in for a few calls to the contacts and as the moments pass, the connections begin to get less and less, along with the wine in the bottle, for she finding out no one really wants a good looking mature lady. With the last drop and the last call Ann comes to the end of her rope and she now has no job and no one really wanted her after all of the years of her flirting at parties and how they all wanted her, but now all they wanted was a women to fuck them. Well fuck them all as she then slams the glass against the wall and cries to sleep.

Ann wakens and hard as it can be she think now she will have to accept the firm’s discipline. She needed the job, so well I guess it cannot be any worse than what her own father did when she was a youngster, so she gets dress up looks like a million and heads for the office.

Walking thru the sectary pool she see 3 other girls in early like her, she greets them and finds out that Mrs. Stone is also in office with Ken and another sectary Mary. As Ann reaches her office she can hear sounds and as she tuned them in she realized someone is being spanked. She gasp , wonder what OH my it has to be Mary , But why, OH my god maybe my replacement, I wonder if the other 3 will be taken to his Office. Then Mary comes out, hold her head up, but you could tell she had been crying. Mary reaches her desk and then Jane gets up to come into see Mrs. Stone, But then Mrs. stone appears at the door and acknowledge That Ann is in and tells Jane to wait, for they have to speak to Ann. As Ann enters, she remembers to stand before Ken and Mrs. Stone, They greet her like any other day, Good morning Ann and have you brought us the papers, Ann shaken and nervous a bit, No Sir, I have thought it over and decided if you are still open I will now listen to your terms and accept what you have offered. Mrs. Stone begins, Well Ken I think we can still use her, for the other 3 out in the office really do not have the potential that Ann has, but I think now that she bluntly use her dirty mouth at us both and quit, we hire her back at a lower scale. Well Ann, As Ken speaks are you accepting the lower pay, Um no Sir I think I earned what I been getting paid, and Mrs. stone pipes in well only because you had Bill in your bed. Ken also agree to that as he looks over Ann files, I see you climb the pay scale quite quickly, So I am going to knock you back 2 pay increase and you begin again today at the new scale and then next year at this time we will discuss possible raise as well , Take it or walk NOW.

Ann stammers and fidgets with her hands as she looks at the floor and quietly says I will take it Sir. very Good, now the 2nd phase, now you must have thought over the office discipline ,hmmmm Yes Sir, Good so I take that you are also accepting that along with the lower pay , yes Sir , but will I still be over the office pool. Yes Ann we will let you stay in your office and be over them. Is the pool also going to be held to office discipline as you are holding me hostage too? yes Ann they will all be held hostage as you say to the same rules and all of the pool will be subject to discipline , but you be held to higher standards and if you do not hold them , then you be demoted more and place in the pool.

Understood, Yes Sir, I do she answered.

Ok now let’s begin, Mrs. Stone would you like the honors, YES I would.

Ann please remove your skirt, Ann obeys her quickly and removes her skirt reveling her hosiery sexy panties and garter belt, Mrs. stone comments Ken eyes open wider , but he hold his comments of how well she looks for her age, but so much now see why even more Bill was in her sack.

Mrs. Stone, then tells Ann now remove your panties, place on the desk with Mary’s, Ann looks at Ken and Mrs. Stone, This is the rules Ann do it or walk. Ann obeys and removes them, places them on the desk with Mary’s, in that Ann thinks of why Mary’s are left on the desk.
Now step back, let me get a full view Mrs. Stone comments.

Mrs. Stone walks around her and slap her butt a few times Ann jumps at first.

Now the rules Ann. Mrs. Stone begins.

Each Friday, you have to wear a skirt or short dress, no panties, but hosiery is allowable only under your dress. UNDERSTOOD? < With hair brush SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT, Yes, Ann stammers as she try hard to hold position.

Ann it now Ma’am and sir always, none of this ok, nod head or just a yes and ya;s show us some respect you work for us, UNDERSTOOD? < swat swat swat swat swat < Mrs. Stone brings the point across, Ann now winching a bit answers as she should, Yes Ma’am I do.

Good now each Friday you yourself will report to this office 7 am sharp. you will be handle first, you will be spanked weekly for just routine to help you keep focus on the job and then if discipline is needed that will follow your routine spanking. UNDERSTOOD?

Ann eyes closed biting her lip from the brush strokes answer proper again Yes Ma’am.

Routine spanking is otk, hand spanked you will receive 50 each time.

swat swat swat swat. Mrs. Stone again paces around Ann as she brings the point across to Ann. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT

If discipline like this morning is needed it can be a combo of items with a paddle, belt or cane, or can be double up. SWAT SWAT SWAT

Dirty mouth like you showed us this week is soap bar place in your mouth corner time for the first offense 15 min.

Open mouth wide Ann, Mrs. Stone instructed.

Ann obeys opens mouth and bar of soap is shoved in, Bit down Ann and hold it. Mrs. Stone saddle up closed to Ann places her arm around Ann’s waist and let off a rally with the brush , SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT , holding Ann firm the assault continues on Ann’s bottom, SWAT SWAT,SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT , Mrs. Stone has firm belief in the discipline , She now rest a moment and continue with the rules.

The second offense of a foul mouth is 20, and each offense just keeps added it up. UNDERSTOOD? Swat SWAT SWAT SWAT , Yes Ma’am Ann muffle sound from the soap.

Very good now go to that corner leave soap in your mouth

Ann obeys and goes directly to the corner. Where she now has a moment to think what she did by accept a job with these terms.

Ken and Mrs. Stone mummer behind her back, Ann ear tries to tune them in, but is no such luck.

Ann!!! Ken speaks up, her name waken her, as she listen to her order.

Back over here please, Ann says yes Sir Best she could with the soap. Ann shuffles over, her hands trying to protect her privates, she stands before Ken.

Ken grips the soap and tells Ann to open mouth, she obeys, he hands her glass of water and a small bowl tell her to rinses.

Ann tries, but Ken only allows one rinse and now the taste is worse, So now Ann the Soap is because of your mouth and the words you use towards me, So enjoy it and this will be repeated on the spot if any foul words come out of your mouth, UNDERSTOOD? Yes Sir Ann quietly answer as she reflect back to her childhood and her father of how he would just slap her face for the words she used.

Now Ann place your palms on the desk, and move feet back, Ken stand behind her and moves her legs wider as he spread them, Ann obeys and realized how well expose she now is to ken and Mrs. Stone, Whom sitting and admiring the thrill of knowing that this women has slip down to answer to them both, as the cool room air swirls between her legs as Ken’s hand roams her warm bottom.

Ken hand then begins to SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP . slow , and steady, the pace goes on, Ann just squirm’s , she beginning to enjoy Ken hand when he stop, open the desk drawer and bring out a double leather strap. Now young lady even thou she is older, Ken reminds her he is the boss and you’re not allowed to talk to me like you did, and the strap is brought down on Ann butt, quite heavy and Ken brings it down again for 5 more times, without a word. Ann quickly shown signs of the strap as Ken hand rubs her bottom again, without a word, the next quick 5 fall, Ann now hand fisted, her eyes wench, her head up and down, as the strap falls, then again Ken rubs her red bottom and in a low tone reminds her once again that he is in charged, and follows with a set of 10 quick swats, Ann elbows hit the desk , her legs wobbly , for the pain is beginning to be unbearable, Mrs. Stone watches with a smile at the wench whom interfere with her son and his marriage. Ann notice the smile on her face and wanted to speak, but all she can do was cry , as the tears fall and the strap falls again and again, SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT, now Ann at the point her chest is laying on the desk, her feet begin to kick, ken lay in her hard, ANN scream now, the tears are real, her ass in pain and she loses control and now is limp, lay across the desk, knock some stuff, off the desk, but lays there sobbing as then ken ease up. But give her a final 10 a bit lighter. And then takes a deep breath, for his aggression is gone as he looks at the lady whom thought one day she run this company and there she was submitting to him.

Ken lets her cry out and suggest I think she had enough, Mrs. Stone agree yes let her compose and get her back to her desk.

Ken helps Ann up and takes her to the office door and tells her to go sit at your desk.

Mrs. Stone tells Ken, it was wonderful, now Honey, I need you to give me a good spanking, please. I miss it so much, yes Mom, if you are sure that’s what you want I’d be delighted to. OH, Son if you only knew how I dream of this Day.

The end

A new twist.


Let’s change this website up a little.. I thank the 1000’s of people who come here weekly, I so appreciate it. I have not been posting and yet you all still come. I check my stats, and say thank you to the other bloggers for linking me to their pages. I am honored to know there is a lot of good BDSM writing here at levenageorge, and will definitely continue to post and add other bloggers.

I am also gonna start adding pages and making this blog more educational. There is a huge void in a lot of women and mens lives, all pertaining to sexual feelings of being inadequate. We think we are freaks, and desire a source of sexual fantasies and thoughts of pleasure through socially unacceptable ways. Sex is vastly psychological now, so why has, and does social monogyny allow us to change that. It’s not that it is a bad thing for change to happen, but we have to make sure we are mentally keeping our own self healthy, by understanding psychological is biological and, if we are truly born a sexually aroused creature first, then why is it we disregard ones sexual psychological thoughts that come from natural pathways of learning to love and attach to others in this world full of fear. Fear is a huge arousal element, crying is a huge cathartic release as is the orgasm. Its a huge stress release to cry and release tears, or release sexual tension. It heals us biologically in times of stress causing self inflicted depression .. Just saying. Angeline

The domain of our emotional mind is like billions of sand granules in a sandbox, where we play, and permit OURSELVES to think, to feel as we wish without fear of consequences. The more we use this to come to terms with our primitive urges and emotions the healthier we will be. Whenever a person’s emotional resentment is turned within, it manifests as depression. Let’s stop being victims of self inflicted depressions, and play healthier in the sandbox of emotions, by not giving in to the primitive urges of anger, hurt, and resentment that others unkindly bestow upon us. Angeline


Daddy’s Belt! a poem by Indica

Daddy’s belt!

I gulp hard, and grab my butt
Rosiness burns upon my cheeks
The belt slides gracefully out of the loops
I sense my knees go weak.

Clicking and clanking of his sliver metal buckle
will make my insides shiver.
My hands are shaking, as I stand head bowed,
I know the pain he will deliver.

The belt comes down upon my skin
Each one getting tougher.
I cringe with every punishment stroke,
my Daddy is getting rougher.


Maria & Joshua

Fiction: M/f Maria & Joshua
Part 1

Maria stood on the balcony of her dorm room, looking at the sun set over the hills. The pinks and yellows glowed down on her outlining the buildings of the college campus. Her parents had helped her move in for orientation and they had just left that morning. She smiled to herself, of course being a daddy’s girl she already had the school’s yoga pants and a pink shirt with the letters to wear as she stood out on her porch. Looking down at the outside table set her mom had insisted on since her mom had loved to go outside and read her school books while in college.

Maria turned on her heels and went back into her dorm room, happy that her daddy had gotten her a single occupancy room. She twirled around in her room and smiled at the habitat for humanity, second hand couch that they got to move in so she had something more than the bed and desk that came with the room. Stopping a moment she thought of trying to call Joshua but she had seen him earlier when he helped her daddy move the couch into the room.

Finally after being apart for two years since they dated in high school, she finally was going to be able to be on the same campus as her high school sweetheart. Of course he told her that now that she was 18 he was going to look out for her as she deserved. Her heart melted at the thought, not truly knowing what it meant but it sounded sweet, and he was her first true love. So she would trust him, and follow his lead as he was going to introduce her to the faculty. Her heart fluttered momentarily just of the thought of him, he was her knight in shining armor, and the only man that could make her feel like a princess like her daddy did.

Hearing the tea kettle she poured herself a cup, feeling a slight chill she went and closed the balcony door and pulled the shades closed. She went to her bed and smiled at poohbear, the stuffed bear her godfather gave her when she was born. It was a medium sized bear saying baby’s first teddy over its heart. She smiled inside because it was her first and only teddy bear she had in her life. Sipping her tea she looked at the clock and laid down to watch some TV before going to bed. Joshua told her that her bedtime would be at midnight, and even though she thought she was in college and didn’t need one, he explained to her why It was important. So on school nights she was going to be having a midnight bedtime and that was fine with her. She smiled and closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, happy that first thing in the morning she would be able to see Joshua. She reached over and picked up poohbear, and snuggled with him as she watched TV and fell asleep.


Maria woke up with the sun already shinning down on her, she woke up startled and cursed under her breath. She had forgotten to set the alarm the night before, she looked around for her phone and had a moment’s panic when she saw it was half past eight. She was supposed to be meeting Joshua in thirty minutes, ready to meet a professor after they get breakfast at the cafeteria. She knew she was busted, but maybe, just maybe she could salvage something out of this by getting there on time. Knowing she didn’t have time to take a shower and have her hair dry she quickly went to the bathroom and began to wash her face and brush her teeth. She pulled back her hair into a ponytail hoping it cover the fact that she was late, she put on lipstick and some eye liner and headed out the door.

At the last minute as she was heading out the door with some flats on she forgot Joshua had told her to dress somewhat nice, so she scurried back into her room and out of the closet picked up an egg shell blouse buttoning and tucking it in with her shirt into her pants and tossed a black coat over it and smiled at herself in the mirror. It wasn’t dressy but it was presentable. Anyways she had a runner’s body from soccer, and at 5’2″ she was one hot tamale. Her daddy had always told her that big things come and small packages and as a former high school cheerleader she believed it. She twirled a moment and smiled. She knew that, her looks alone was often enough to get her by so far, and she smiled and scampered down the stairs towards to the cafeteria.

Maria checked her phone and gasped realizing she was half an hour late, which she had gotten lost in time and she moved as quickly as she could. She spotted Joshua at a table with his fraternity friends and smiled at them and sat down besides Joshua taking his hand in hers. Once he squeezed her hand she looked up to him and saw the look on his face and immediately got butterflies in her stomach. She squirmed in her seat, she had always known what that look was for and it always involved her in her pajamas getting a spanking. She blushed as one of his friends mentioned her pink college shirt and thought how would they know until she looked down and saw the lettering was clearly seen through her blouse. She shifted, she knew this meant she had to go back to her dorm room to change and that meant she was going back with Joshua in tow. She looked up and smiled shyly at him and buttoned her jacket so no one would see the lettering and asked, “So Josh? When is our meeting with the history professor?” She piqued up, hoping to have a pressing appointment that she could possible put this off.

She gulped as she met his eyes and knew she was in trouble. “I had to cancel my appointment, I told Dr. Walker that we were going to meet with him tomorrow. You had to see your parents off this morning.”

She shifted in her seat as her stomach sank knowing what going to come next. She excused herself and went to go get some eggs. She knew if she didn’t eat now she wasn’t going to be hungry later so she got up and went to get breakfast. After getting some French toast and some eggs she went and sat down besides Joshua again just as his friends departed. She looked down at her food and up at him briefly, “I am sorry Josh, It won’t happen again. I got to bed on time but I forgot to put my alarm on.” She smiled weakly at him, truly sorry that she had forced him to cancel an appointment designed to help her by her tardiness.

“Maria, that is no excuse, I told you about this meeting a week ago. You had a week to set your alarm, after breakfast, we will be going back to your room to discuss this further. It appears we need to have the first `chat’ of your college career so I can show you what the difference is.” She felt like a child, like when she would be scolded by her daddy but smiled when he kissed her. She smiled inside, she knew she was going to be sore, but he was not mad at her after all. She was going to be getting in trouble, but he still loved her, and that made all the difference in the world to her. She finished eating and looked up to Josh and took his cheek in her hand and kissed his lips and whispered that she loved him. She smiled inside when she heard him respond in kind, and even though she knew she was in trouble she smiled at the thought that they were having their first breakfast at the college together, just the two of them and no matter what came next this was special to her.

After breakfast they walked back to Maria’s dorm room. Even though it would have been more private to go to Joshua’s apartment she had class that afternoon and so they chose to stay on campus. Walking up the stairs to her dorm room Maria chewed on her lower lip, she had spoken to Joshua and knew what was going to happen. Now that she was over 18 she was no longer going to have the protection that her pajamas had provided her, she was going to be spanked on her bare bottom like only her daddy had done before. She knew he was setting this meeting up not just for to get to know her professors but to help her with networking and making sure she was successful in finding work. She knew this and she knew he was right to have to guide her so she can be more careful in the future. This was especially true in this case since it was an appointment he set, therefore it looked bad on him rather than reflecting poorly on her. So she knew she had a price to pay for it.


Joshua stepped into the room following Maria and closed the door behind him. Standing a foot taller than her and with a broader frame of a former high school football player and current rugby player he had the built of a protector. That is how he saw himself, as Maria’s protector and guide in her life, especially here in college. She was wearing his high school ring, on a necklace around her neck, never taking it off. It meat more than just that they were going out, but they were secretly engaged at the moment. She had wanted to get married out of high school, but he wanted to wait until after college, when he could have a job that would help support them living on their own. Furthermore Joshua was traditional and wanted to ask Maria’s father for his blessing before they were officially engaged.

Joshua locked the door and walked with her to the couch, they both knew why she had asked her father for the couch. The bed was for them to hold one another and watch movies and hang out while the couch was more of their “office” where her guidance would take place on campus. He had an apartment that she was planning to spend every weekend, and to spend the evenings together cooking and spending time. He would allow her to have a glass of wine or a beer with him but he wanted to keep her away from the parties, she was a gorgeous girl and somewhat naïve in the way the world worked. He wanted to make sure that she was not going to be slipped any drug and taken advantage of.

Joshua went to sit on the couch as Maria walked up to the closet and put both her dress jacket and the blouse back on hangers into the closet. Joshua looked up to Maria and smiled to her, “Go and wash your face, we don’t want your eye liner to run from your eyes during your spanking and to stain your couch.”

Stopping in her tracks Maria’s mouth gaped slightly in surprise and slowly she closed it, “Yes Sir” and she went to complete the task instructed of her. After exfoliating her face Maria went back to the closet and pulled from it the paddle shaped like a heart, that he said was the family paddle a friend for him. It was quite hefty and she hated the impression it made but knew it was a necessary evil in their lives and walked up to Joshua and handed it over to him.

Joshua took it and smiled to his fiancée “Thank you, my love. Now go and close the drapes tight and come to stand by my right side.” Maria smiled briefly and then went to close the drapes more fully glad he was aware of that situation. She had forgotten, but she knew that he would think of her first, and he had always in the past put her needs first even when it came to discipline.

Joshua then pulled Maria to his side and squeezed her hand gently. Placing his fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants he brought them down to her knees. “Maria, did you forget that even if you put on a button down shirt and a coat that you still have the college’s name on the back of your yoga pants?” He looked into her eyes and saw instantly that she forgot about the lettering on the back of her pants. He moved on and put his hands in her panties and started to talk them down and pulled her over his knee. Hearing her gasp as her panties came down and her bare bottom was presented to him. He had seen her in her birthday suit a few times before when they were in high school but those were different circumstances, this was the first time her bottom would be bare for discipline.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, placing his right leg over the back of hers he began to spank her bottom, beginning on the top left of her bottom and moving across to the top right. Each smack of his hand against Maria’s bottom was followed by a gasp and her slightly wiggling against him. Joshua moved down her bottom, moving from side to side until he reached the lower right of her bottom. He rubbed her bottom gently, tenderly and looked down to her, “Maria that is just the arm up we will now end with a dozen from the paddle… that is where the discipline lies, this is more of the warm up.”

Marie looked back pleading with her eyes, “Please Sir, I will try to do better, I have learned my lesson already….” She knew she could take more, she knew that while her bottom stung quite a bit, Joshua had wanted to drive the point home, that is why he told her they would need the family paddle. Even though their engagement was a secret she thought of him as her husband and was happy that she had found him, she still would plead to get out of it, but she knew he wouldn’t listen. Joshua knew what was right for her, and even though she would plead to get out of it, she knew that she had to get the paddling to learn the lesson.

Joshua lifted up the paddle and on the top left of her bottom brought down two strikes in quick succession and did the same with the top right of her bottom. She lurched forward as he calmed her with soothing words, telling her it was for her own good. Maria was proud of Joshua, not for listening to her pleas and not letting her off because he left sorry for her. He was following through, in the manner that her daddy did with her and her mommy. She knew how important it was to be in a home of consistent and loving discipline and was glad that she finally found the right man to lead her down that path, to not only lead her correctly but to do it out of love. She quickly bite into the pillow as the quick succession of paddling came across the middle left of her bottom and middle right… she started crying.

As tears slipped from Maria’s eyes, her chest heaved and she waited for the impending final four whacks against her bottom to signify the discipline was over. But as he had often done before Joshua surprised her, he was rubbing her back, calming her. She knew her discipline was far from over but he was making sure she felt safe before going on and she calmed herself, feeling safe within her heart. Thankful to God for sending her a man that would guide her as she had dreamed of all her life, to look out for her as her daddy did. Then she lurched forward with each of the last strokes whimpering as they came knowing that she was safe over his knee, that Joshua would always take care of her. She looked back with tears in her eyes and said, “I am sorry for letting you down Joshua, I will try to do better next time.”

Joshua looked down to her and with love and admiration for his fiancée in his voice said, “You never have, and never will let me down. I forgive you and you have a clean slate”. With that he rubbed her bottom and lovingly caressed it, making sure she felt safe and right at home. He held her in his arms and fell in love with her all over again, not only was Maria the love of his life, but she helped him feel more alive. He knew that for the first time in his life he didn’t always have to be strong, he was strong when he was disciplining her. But he had finally met the one girl he could let his guard down with, he finally met someone that made him feel safe and truly loved. They both believed that the other had gotten the best part of the deal, and with that they were truly in love with each other. They had finally met their own soul mate, and each of them knew that this was more than just the first discipline spanking after she turned 18 a few weeks earlier, but this was the beginning of the rest of their lives.

A Brutal Day in the Woods

A Brutal Day in the Woods

This story is set in the summer of northeastern Indiana. Carl Jensen is a young man who is about to turn 18 years old. On the outside, Carl looks little different than many other young men in the Midwest. But only a few months earlier, Carl had spent three months in the county jail for child sexual abuse. He had been caught having sexual contact with a pre-teen boy a few months before. Even before this incident, there had been whispers within his church warning people not to leave Carl alone with their young sons. What no one knew was why Carl started having a sexual interest with young boys.
It had started five years earlier when Carl had been sent by his parents on an ecumenical peace camp in the Middle East that had been sponsored by the church conference. At this camp, there were children from many different religions including Christians, Jews, Muslims and even Buddhists. One of the young Muslim teenagers saw Carl standing alone and started up a conversation. This young Muslim came from a wealthy and powerful Arab family. Wahlid was confident, charismatic and spoke English with an educated British accent. It was obvious that he had studied extensively overseas.
Before long, Wahlid and Carl were fast friends. Initially, they talked about mundane subjects about each other’s families and homelands before exploring more personal subjects. Wahlid even gave Carl his first cigar to smoke. They would soon begin sneak to where none of the counselors were at, sit around smoke cigars and talk for hours. Then, carefully Wahlid began to ask Carl about the girls�and the boys in America. Carl was fascinated by what this sophisticated Muslim had to say. Wahlid told Carl that in his world, young boys were meant for a man’s sexual pleasure and that this did not mean that a man was a homosexual for this. Wahid also told Carl that women were dirty, selfish creatures whose purpose in life was to make babies and also to suffer for the enjoyment of real men. Wahlid told him about how in his country, all young women were forced to submit to their clits being cut off so that they would not be tempted to whore around like a bitch in heat.
After Carl told Wahlid about his sister Anna, Wahlid told Carl about an incident back in his home where one of his teenage half-sisters was being very rebellious. Wahlid and his brothers took matters into their own hands with her. First, they locked her in a room and took turns raping her. Since women are so proud of their breasts and nipples, Wahlid and his brothers then began to burn his sister’s nipples and cut into her breasts until they were mutilated beyond repair. Two of Wahlid’s brothers then finally took the sister out of the house sobbing in terror. She was never found again, but the family’s honor was restored.
At first, Carl was repelled by these alien concepts, but before long he found himself strangely drawn towards them. Something about the way that Wahlid spoke just seemed to make sense, especially with the relationships that Carl had with his peers, the young boys that he saw at church, even with his own older sister Anna. Carl had always been a bit uncomfortable with the girls in school. He wasn’t a small young man, but wasn’t particularly handsome either. By the time that Carl left the peace camp, he was obsessed with exploring intimate relationships with younger boys and also with the rape and torture of young women.
Carl wanted to visit a Muslim mosque to learn more about the religion. From what Wahlid told him, it was the kind of religion that would allow Carl to enjoy the things that a man should enjoy. But there was no mosques nearby.
Carl started with watching young boys from a distance and collecting pornography online. He then began to progress to carefully touching a few unwary boys whenever no one was looking, pretending that it was all just a game. But a few parents started to notice, especially when their sons started to talk. Carl’s mother started to find Carl’s collection of porn on the family computer as well. She confronted him and began deleting the images, but Carl would simply go right back and download more photos. This went on for nearly four years until one boy’s parents found out that Carl had been sexually intimate with their son. The parents filed formal charges against Carl. At first, Carl was forced to go to counseling. A few months later though, a judge ordered Carl sent to the county jail.
Carl’s sister Anna Jensen had noticed the changes in Carl almost immediately after his return from the peace camp. Anna soon was quite afraid of her younger brother. Carl had already shown tendencies of violence and aggression towards her. He had once pinned Anna against the wall and grabbed one of her breasts. Anna quickly slapped Carl and threatened to tell their mother if he tried to assault her again. While Carl was nearly 5’10, Anna was a very petite, pretty young woman who was barely five feet tall.
Throughout all of this, Carl’s mother tried to support him while at the same time working to get him help to break this perverse sexual addition. Carl’s father was very busy with his job and had little time for Carl. In addition, Carl’s father spent what little free time that he had doting on Anna. This made Carl even more angry with his sister. Now that Carl was out of jail and officially registered as a sex offender, deep inside he felt that he had nothing to lose anymore.
Carl’s sister Anna was now twenty years old and had just returned home from college for the summer. At the same time, a tall slender young fifteen year old girl from Russia named Veronika Mikaelovich who was visiting relatives in town for the summer. She was pretty but distant towards Carl. She had been visiting the area for the past three summers. When Veronika was younger, her boyish figure attracted Carl. But now, she was sexually maturing with a lovely firm 34b bust that promised to be at least a C cup before she was fully mature.. She had shoulder-length light brown hair and a very pretty face with full sensuous lips.
Carl started to develop a plan to leave America and live out in the Middle East where his interests were more accepted according to Wahlid. At the same time, he wanted to do something wild before his departure as a final gesture of defiance. Carl carefully emailed Wahlid and asked him if he would like to add to his ‘special’ collection of videos and photos of tortured young women. Wahlid responded. �Yes. Of course.�
Carl then laid out his plan. Wahlid quickly made arrangements for a one-way ticket to his homeland for Carl. Unknown to the judge, Carl still had a valid passport. No one had bothered to ask since Carl was still a juvenile. Then Carl began to gather the tools that he would need and make the other arrangements.
Carl had purchased a bottle of ether from the local auto parts store. He was going to use it to subdue his targets. Carl had an old Chevy Blazer four wheel drive that his parents had given him on the sixteenth birth. It wasn’t a sporty car, but for Carl’s purposes the vehicle had two saving graces. It had a large cargo area and could drive just about anywhere.
Carl already knew where Anna would be and when his parents would be out of the house, leaving the two of them alone there. He simply had to find a way to catch Veronika alone.
Unfortunately for Veronika, she liked to jog in the afternoon on the secluded rural roads near her grandparents’ house. Carl found out about this by carefully following her for a few days. Next Thursday, would be the day that Carl would act on his plans. It would give him plenty of time to have his fun, eliminate the evidence and make it to the airport for the flight to meet with his friend.
There was a lonely stretch of road where few cars passed and even fewer houses were that Veronika liked to run in the morning before it got too hot. Carl decided to park his car along the side of the road, lift up both the hood and hatch as though he was having car trouble and wait for Veronika to jog by.
Carl’s patience was soon rewarded when less than fifteen minutes later, he saw Veronika jogging towards him. Carl smiled as he looked at the tall, pretty Russian teenager. But next to him, he had already prepared a cloth soaked in ether to subdue her.
�Hello, Veronika. I didn’t know that you jogged on this road.� Carl lied with a smile.
Veronika replied with a pronounced Russian accent as she slowed to a walk while approaching Carl’s apparently disabled car.
�Hello, Carl. Is everything alright?�
�My damned truck broke down here and my cell phone won’t work. I’m trying to figure out what is wrong so that maybe I can fix it. Please come take a look.� Carl answered while pointing under the hood of his Blazer.
Veronika walked over to where Carl was pointing, not seeing him carefully pick up the cloth soaked in ether. He had placed the cloth so that it looked like a shop rag for him to wipe the grease off of his hands.
�See down there. I think that this might be the problem.� Carl said to his unwitting victim as he pointed again to a spot under the hood.
Veronika looked down for a moment, not noticing Carl slipping behind her until he reached from behind her, wrapped her up with one arm while using his other hand to press the rag over Veronika’s mouth and nose.
�Mmmmfffff.� Veronika’s muffled voice said as she struggled against Carl’s grip. But within a few moments, she began to feel light-headed before passing out completely.
Carl laughed with his first success as he dragged Veronika’s limp form inside the back of his Blazer. He quickly hogtied her hands and feet behind her back before gagging her and throwing a tamp over her to conceal her. Then he slammed the hatch lid shut, ran to the front of the SUV to lower the hood and quickly started his car to drive home. He knew that Anna would be at home reading while their parents would both be away at work for another few hours. Carl also put the ether soaked rag into a jar and closed the lid. He didn’t want to be overcome by the fumes like his victims would be.
Ten minutes later, Carl backed into his parents’ driveway all the way inside of the garage. He then closed the garage door and opened the lid to the car trunk. Veronika still appeared to be unconscious but Carl didn’t want her to wake up before he was ready for her. So he pulled out the ether rag and placed it over her face again for a few moments. Carl checked to make sure that while his victim was still unconscious, that he didn’t overdose her on the ether.
�Good. She’s still breathing alright.� Carl quietly said to himself before entering the kitchen from the door to the garage. He quickly looked around and saw the back of Anna’s head as she sat in a chair in the dining room. Fortunately for Carl, she was facing away from the kitchen with her usual book in her hands and wearing the earbuds for her iPod.
It was easy for Carl to slip in behind Anna with the ether rag behind his back. Anna started to notice the smell from the ether, but before she could turn around, Carl had already grabbed her from behind and forced the rag over her mouth and nose. Anna didn’t even know who was there before she succumbed to the effects of the ether.
Carl quickly tied up Anna and gagged her just as he had done to Veronika before carrying Anna and throwing her into the back of his trunk next to his other captive. Carl then made sure to eliminate all evidence of a struggle to include turning on a fan and opening the windows to eliminate the smell of ether from inside the house.
Carl drove nearly half a hour to a place in a nearby forest well off of the beaten path. There was a small dirt road that had once been a logging road before it had been abandoned years before. Carl had been preparing the site for the past week. There was a fire pit that he had lined with rocks and already placed wood at for a fire. Carl had gathered half a dozen tree limbs that were about three or four feet long and about two inches in diameter as well as kindling and several larger logs. Carl had a very special purpose for the long, slender tree limbs. The fire pit was near a pair of young oak trees, each with a diameter of about eight to ten inches. Carl had already placed ropes and driven stakes at the bases of those two trees.
About ten feet away from there, Carl had dug a large pit that was nearly six feet deep and about the same diameter. It had taken him the better part of a day of very hard digging to create that pit where he would hide the evidence of his plans. There was also a large log from a fallen tree lying nearby. Carl took Veronika and Anna and placed them face-down over this log with their asses sitting high. Carl quickly took a knife and cut away both victims’ clothing, putting the torn fabric into the fire pit and setting it on fire to get the rest of the wood in the pit burning.
Seeing those pretty pink assholes staring up at Carl had him hard as a rock.
�Change of plans.� Carl said to himself as he stripped off his trousers and quickly thrust his hard cock deeply into Veronika’s tight asshole and began to rape her.
Veronika grunted in pain even though she was still unconscious. Carl had initially wanted to wait to do this until both girls were conscious so that they could experience his cock raping their assholes, but he just couldn’t wait. A few minutes later, he came like a volcano inside of Veronika’s ass.
Carl was still hard as a rock as he carried Veronika’s limp form to the nearer of the two young oak trees, pulled her arms behind her to either side of the tree and tied them there. He had already hammered a large nail in the tree so that he could secure the rope between her wrists to prevent her from sagging to the ground. Carl then tied a rope to each of Veronika’s ankles and pulled them apart to ensure full access to her cunt. He then tied each ankle rope to a stake to secure it.
By the time that Carl had finished securing Veronika to the tree, he was ready to cum again. He then raped his sister’s asshole just like he had done to the teenage Russian girl before carrying Anna to the other young oak tree and securing her there in a similar manner. Because Anna was only about five feet tall, Carl took a couple of large flat stones and put them under her feet to raise her higher for better access. Carl’s eight inches of hard, thick cock was thoroughly covered with their shit and blood by the time that he was finally finished sodomizing them.
Both of Carl’s captives were positioned so that they could see everything that was done to the other as well as what was being heated in the fire. What they could not see was the pit that Carl had dug to put them in after he was finished with his fun. It would take another thirty minutes before the two girls started to regain consciousness. Carl had brought smelling salts with him just in case he needed to wake a girl up after she fainted though.
Carl had the blades of several large hunting knives already heating up in the fire while he waited for his victims to wake up. Carl was in no hurry as he calmly smoked one of the half dozen large cigars that he had brought along. They were so deep in the woods that Carl was confident that no one would ever hear the girls’ screams. Carl quickly set up a pair of tripods. Carl had brought along his father’s digital camcorder to catch everything that was being done to both girls. In addition, Carl had brought his own digital camera to focus on what was happening to one particular girl�even one particular tit or cunt as needed. Each camera was mounted on one of the tripods.
When he was done with Anna and Veronika, Carl planned on burying them in the freshly excavated hole along with all evidence of their presence. Carl was going to take a shovel and cover the bodies with the hot ashes from the firepit before filling in the rest of the hole and covering all other traces. Then Carl was going to take the cameras, disks and memory chips and drive across the border into Canada. Finally, Carl would leave his truck behind, take his prizes and use his plane tickets to fly to Wahlid’s country. But now it was time for Carl to have his fun.
Carl thought about fucking Veronika’s cunt with his cock still coated with the blood and shit from both girls, but decided to wait for a little while instead while the knives heated in the fire. He then took a paper towel, wiped off his cock and threw the towel into the fire pit. Carl then lit one of his cigars and patiently smoked it while waiting for Veronika and Anna to wake up. He wanted to have enough cum ready to fuck both girl’s cunts several times before he was done with them.
Veronika started to wake up first, moaning softly and then beginning to squirm when she discovered herself standing there tightly bound to a tree. At first, Veronika mumbled something in Russian before her eyes focused on Carl. By then, Carl had already smoked a quarter of his thick cigar’s 8� length.
�Carl. Why are you doing this? Please let me go. � Veronika pleaded. She saw the fire and the knives’ blades heating in the glowing coals of the fire pit.
�Oh, I am going to eventually untie you, but not before I have a little bit of fun with you, Veronika.� Carl said as he walked towards Veronika. Carl had gone ahead and removed his trousers and underwear, but still wore a dark t-shirt and a pair of running shoes. Veronika shivered in terror as she saw that Carl’s cock was fully engorged to its full 9� length. She had noticed as she woke up that her asshole was very sore. What she could not yet see was the tiny trail of blood that ran down her leg from her ravenged anus. Veronika quickly realized what had already happened�and some of what Carl was about to do to her.
�Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Just don’t hurt me any more�please.� Veronika pleaded.
Carl was still holding his cigar in his left hand when he walked up to Veronika and roughly kissed her. His tongue pushed past her lips and deep into her mouth. He had thought about forcing Veronika to suck his cock, but he actually preferred that being done by a young boy instead. It would also be so much more trouble to have to untie and retie the young Russian girl just to have her give him head. Her suffering would be far more delicious instead.
Carl then bent down and grabbed Veronika’s left breast with his free hand and put her nipple in his mouth. He licked her slightly puffy, quarter-sized light pink aureola and then sucked hard on her quickly stiffening nipple bud. He would then take her tender bud between his teeth and squeeze until Veronika began to scream in pain. Carl then took his right hand and slipped it between Veronika’s labia and began to finger her clit. The helpless girl began to moan before long in spite of her fear.
�Oh, I can tell that you are a real slut while your clit is being played while, Russian whore.� Carl told Veronika while continuing to fondle her clit and before beginning to suck on her right nipple. That tender pink erection found its way in between Carl’s teeth and he began to slowly bite down.
�AAARRRGGHHH!!!� Veronika screamed and gasped before cumming herself.
�Please stop, Carl�.I beg you. I will tell no one. It will just be our little secret.� She said while ignoring Anna’s naked form bound to the tree next to her.
Carl couldn’t wait any longer. He straightened up, used his free hand to open Veronika’s labia further and roughly thrust his hard cock inside of her. Veronika had been a virgin, but Carl’s throbbing cock tore through her hymen instantly as she screamed in pain. More blood began to stream down Veronika’s leg as Carl thrust deeply inside of her.
Carl continued thrusting inside of Veronika’s soaking wet cunt but looked down at her lovely pink erect right nipple, took a puff from his big cigar and pressed it firmly against the tip of that nipple.
Veronika screamed something in Russian at the top of her lungs as the cigar burned her tender precious nipple and much of the surrounding aureola. At the same time, cunt muscles suddenly tightened even further around Carl’s thrusting cock, causing him to spurt his seed deep inside of her.
�Awesome!� Carl said as his throbbing cock kept pumping cum deep inside of Veronika’s cunt. He could smell the fresh aroma of newly burnt tit along with the acrid smell of his cigar. He loved it and wanted so much more.
�What’s going on here?� mumbled Anna as she finally began to wake up. Apparently, Veronika’s screams of pain were able to pierce the ether-induced fog in Anna’s consciousness.
�Well�.’little’ sister. You are here so that I can have fun with you and your friend Veronika. I am enjoying this very much, though I am far from done.�
�Carl. Stop this right now before you go any further.� Anna harshly spoke with her usual ‘big sister’ tone of authority. But Carl was having nothing of it.
�You know, Anna. I have had just about enough of your attitude looking down at me even though I am almost a foot taller than you.� He said after pulling his cock out of Veronika’s abused cunt. His erection had subsided somewhat, but Carl’s cock was coated with a fresh layer of Veronika’s cum and blood.
Carl stepped back for a few moments and looked down at the two captive young women. Veronika was looking down at the ground and crying profusely, while Anna looked angrily at her younger brother. Carl smiled as he looked at Veronika’s burnt right nipple. It was now an angry red, swollen with a black rimmed circular edge on the aureola where the cigar’s burn ended. Almost two-thirds of the entire surface of Veronika’s right aureola had been covered by the burning end of Carl’s cigar. But Veronika’s nipple still sprang up erect again after Carl’s removed the lit end of his cigar from it. Carl knew that this would definitely not be enough torture for that tender teat..
�Now, I want you both to listen carefully to me. If you decide to go to sleep on me without permission while I am having fun with you, I am going to wake you back up and punish you very badly. I’m only going to warn you two sluts this once.� Carl coldly told his captives.
When Carl was fondling Veronika’s clit, her thick bush of light brown pubic hair kept getting in the way. He looked over at Anna and saw that her strawberry-blonde pubic hair would pose the same problem as well. He was determined to do something very soon to do about this.
Carl walked back to the fire and pulled out a three foot long piece of tree limb that was about as big around as a man’s thumb. The end of the limb that was in the middle of the fire was still burning when he turned and started walking towards Anna. She could see that her brother was looking down at her labia as he approached, the bright yellow flame on the end of the limb being aimed right between Anna’s thighs.
�Oh, please no�..please no�.Carl, I beg you�..NO�.NO�..NO�..AAARRRGGGHHH!!!� Anna screamed as the flame started to set her pubic hair on fire and lick over her tender labia.
The smell of burnt hair filled the air while Carl worked the end of the burning limb directly under Anna’s cunt lips and even as far back as her asshole to burn away every bit of her pubic hair
Anna was so terrified and in so much pain that she lost control of her bladder. Piss ran down her legs and almost extinguished the burning limb. After he finished burning off Anna’s pubic hair, he briefly put the limb back in the fire for a few moments to dry the urine off of it and rekindle the intensity of the flame on the end of it.
When Carl was satisfied with the intensity of the flame on the end of that piece of wood, he pulled it out, walked over to Veronika and repeated the process of burning off all of her pubic hair. Her screams of pain in a mixture of English and Russian were like music to Carl’s ears. He then returns the tree limb to the fire, taking care not to insert it too deeply. He has more plans for it later.
Carl takes his hands and brushed off the grey ashes that remained from the burnt hair on both girls genitals, revealing two pair of red, blistered and swollen labia. Carl then stood in front of his sister. Though Anna was very petite, she still had a lovely 34C inch bust. Her light pink silver dollar-sized aureola are barely darker than the rest of her full, firm, pale-colored breasts. He lifts up her right breast and begins to lick and suckle on her nipple. Anna’s tender nipple bud quickly became erect and as large as a pencil eraser while her breathing became ragged with arousal.
Carl repeated the process with Anna’s right nipple even as his free hand slipped down between her scorched and denuded labia. Anna winced in pain Carl could feel that Anna’s clit was already aroused as well as noting that her hymen was still intact, just as Veronika’s used to be.
�Well, ‘little’ sister. I see that you have continued being a prude because you still have your virginity. Of course, you won’t have it for very long. But unlike your friend here, you’re not going to get to enjoy it at all because I’m going to take your clit away from you first, you self-righteous little bitch.�
Carl turned around, walked to the fire and pulled out one of the large hunting knives that had been heating in the fire. Then Carl walks up to Anna, his cock once again fully erect, and begins to open up her labia in preparation to remove her clit. But first, he held the knife blade up so that Anna could see that the blade was hot enough to glow dull red.
�You bastard! Don’t you dare do this, you son of a bitch.� Anna screamed in Carl’s face as she started to feel the heat within her labia from the approaching blade.
The sizzle of Anna’s flesh could be heard for an instant before it was drowned out by Anna’s piercing scream as the hot blade began to cut through the base of her clit. After he removed the tender morsel of clit flesh from between Anna’s labia, Carl pressed the hot blade against the bleeding wound before showing Anna her severed sexual organ and then tossing it into the fire.
Carl placed the knife blade back in the fire, lit a fresh cigar and then returned to Anna’s helpless cunt.
�Now, it’s time for me to take something else very dear to you, ‘little’ sister.� Carl said with a sneer as he positioned his hard cock at the entrance of his sister’s virgin cunt. Anna pled with her brother to stop but to no avail as he took a puff from his cigar, blew the smoke in Anna’s face, moved the cigar to his left hand and then forcefully thrust his cock in between her abused labia. Carl tore through Anna’s hymen and buried his cock deep inside her cunt while she screamed in agony.
Carl furiously thrust inside of his sister’s cunt like a crazed animal, each thrust causing him to press against Anna’s burnt labia and the wound where her clit used to be. After several minutes of raping Anna’s tight cunt, Carl decided to make his sister’s right nipple match Veronika’s, so he firmly pressed the glowing end of his cigar directly on the tender end of Anna’s lovely light pink nipple.
�AAARRRGGGHHH!!!�..You’re not my brother. You’re nothing but a sick, fucking monster.� Anna cursed as she felt her own involuntary contraction of her vaginal muscles and Carl’s sudden squirt of cum into the opening of her womb.
�Such language from Ms. ‘Goody Two Shoes’. I’m so shocked.� Carl laughed and said with a mocking tone. He then withdrew his cock from inside of his sister’s cunt, took his right hand and began to open up her labia again.
�Let’s see if you like this ‘hard and hot’ thing inside of your cunt instead.� Carl sneered as he started to insert the lit end of his cigar deep inside of Anna’s cunt. The combination of brother’s and sister’s juices extinguished the cigar, but not before it reached nearly all the way to the opening of Anna’s cervix.
Anna loudly screamed for a few moments before passing out from the pain.
�You didn’t have permission to go to sleep, sis. You are going to have to be punished very severely for that, I’m afraid.� Carl chided as he looked at Anna’s head hanging down limply over her chest.
Veronika’s eyes grew wide in shock as she saw Carl walk back to the fire, pull out another knife with a glowing red tip and begin to walk towards her.
�Oh, please no more, I beg you. What are you going to do?� She begged, tears running down her eyes.
�I let you have your fun the first time, but now I have to take that fun away from you too.� Carl coldly said as he began to take his free hand and open Veronika’s abused labia. In a flash, he had the red hot blade cutting through that young sensitive Russian clit, severing it from her body in only a couple of seconds and leaving a blackened, bleeding hole in its place.
Veronika was literally screaming herself hoarse as her femininity was being slowly taken from her. She was barely hanging onto consciousness as she saw Carl walk back and pull out some smelling salts from a backpack. Veronika breathed a sigh of relief because Carl was walking towards Anna this time, though the Russian girl reprieve would be short-lived.
�Wake up, ‘lil sister. It’s time for you to face some more of your punishment.� Carl gleefully said as he held the smelling salt’s under Anna’s nostrils. She started to move, slowing opening her eyes and beginning to moan in pain, while Carl walked away for a moment.
Anna soon began to shudder when he saw Carl coming back with another one of those small burning tree limbs in his hand.
�It’s now time for some tit cooking. I wonder what it will take to make yours, let’s say medium well done?� he taunted before bringing the limb up to Anna’s left nipple and allowing it’s yellow-red flame to envelop that tender, erect, pink bud of flesh, licking over the nipple and surrounding aureola in its fiery caress.
Anna screamed in pain and frantically tried to move her nipples out of the way of the flame, but Carl just kept moving the burning tree limb to keep her tit flesh burning. From time to time, Carl would pull the flame away to examine his handiwork but would then continue his fiery torture of both of his sister’s nipples until they were a nice crispy brown instead of their previous tender light pink. They also weren’t quite as long as they used to be either.
After putting the end of the tree limb back in the fire, Carl walked back to Anna, lifted up her left breast and put her freshly burned nipple in his mouth in spite of her cries of pain.
�Ahhh�..nothing quite like the taste of freshly cooked teat.� Smiled Carl as he sucked, licked and nibbled on his sister’s crisply cooked remnants of her nipples. He was disappointed that Anna hadn’t been lactating for a baby. �It would have been nice to see how much burning it would take to dry up those nipples of hers.� He thought to himself.
Carl looked over at Veronika and wondered if her nipples would also taste better cooked as well. So he pulled out the burning tree limb, walked over to Veronika and repeated the process on her precious nipple flesh.
�Nyet�.Nyet�..Nyet��AAARRRGGGHHH!!!� Veronika screamed as Carl began to burn her tender pink left nipple with the burning stick from the fire pit. But Carl didn’t completely stop until her nipples matched Anna’s in color and condition. Carl was quite pleased also with the flavor of young cooked Russian teat as well, he found.
After a few moments of her maimed nipples being licked and sucked on, Veronika looked up at Carl, said something in Russian and then spat at him. Carl didn’t know what she said but he was certain that it was something particularly vile that deserved retribution for.
�Don’t look so disappointed, ‘lil sister’. I’m far from finished from being done with your punishment for falling asleep on me.� Carl sneered.
For a few minutes, the girls had a little respite for Carl’s sadistic attentions while he changed out disks on the camcorder and temporarily took the digital camera from the tripod to take close-up photos of burned nipples, mutilated genitals and the pain-filled faces of the two tortured young women.
Carl returned to stand in front of Anna. This time though, he had one of the heated knives in his right hand.
�Do you remember what I said when I warned you not to pass out on me, ‘lil sis’? Well, it is now time to pay the piper.� Carl told Anna.
Carl’s sister murmured. �Please no. Haven’t you done enough already?�
Her voice was raw and weak from having screamed so much in agony over the past few hours. But when Carl took his knife and began to plunge it deep inside the side of her left breast, midway between her armpit and her aureola, Anna couldn’t help but to scream once again. The intensity and volume of the petite strawberry blonde’s screams certainly didn’t match her earlier efforts, perhaps because she was already beginning to go into shock.
The glowing red tip of the large hunting knife ended up right in the midst of Anna’s milk gland clusters, cooking her lovely full tit from within. After a minute, Carl pulled the blade out. He saw with a smile that small bits of flesh had cooked and stuck onto the blade’s surface. Within a few minutes, the entire tit was swollen and red from the latest atrocity committed against it.
Carl’s cock was once again fully erect. He felt like he could fill someone’s cunt once again with his seed. He looked over at Veronika and smiled.
�It’s time for another fucking, my sweet young Russian cunt.� He said as he walked up to Veronika and shoved his cock deep inside of her vagina with little ceremony short of tasting her burnt nipples in his mouth again. Carl fucked Veronika long and hard once again before feeling his seed squirt deep inside of her cunt.
Veronika didn’t say much during this latest rape, but after she felt him cum inside of her again, she started to mutter.
�Please God. I don’t want to get pregnant.�
Carl looked at Veronika with a sadistic smile.
�So you really want to avoid getting pregnant, my little Russian whore?� he asked.
�Yes, sir.� The helpless, agonized teenager replied.
�Good�..and you will surely get your wish.� Carl answered gleefully as he turned back towards the fire and returned with one of those burning tree limbs. Veronika’s eyes grew wide in shock when she saw this and realized what Carl was about to do.
Carl didn’t even bother using his free hand to open Veronika’s labia before shoving the burning end of the limb into Veronika’s cunt as far as it would go. The entire length of her vagina was badly burnt including the opening of her cervix. Veronika passed out almost immediately after she felt her cervix begin to burn from the hot wood pressing against it.
Carl was pissed off that Veronika passed out before he was ready to pull the wood out of her cunt and show her the burnt cunt flesh sticking to it. She was going to pay for this too. He went back to his backpack, grabbed some smelling salts and waved them under Veronika’s nostrils until she began to stir to consciousness.
When Veronika woke up, she felt the intense pain inside of her vagina once again and began to wail, mostly in Russian, tears streaming down her face as she knew that she would never have a baby.
�So you are going to cry on me, huh? Well, I’m going to give you something to really cry about now, bitch.� Carl snarled.
Carl went back to the fire, grabbed another one of his heated knives and stood in front of Veronika. Without any further fanfare, he grabbed her left nipple, lifted her breast up by it, then cut off the entire nipple, surrounding aureola and a couple of inches of tit above it. Carl could see the severed ends of nearly a dozen milk ducts that led to the milk glands of Veronika’s breast. Mother’s milk would never flow through them to feed a baby now.
Carl then threw the severed tit flesh into the fire. Veronika still had a left tit, but it was now an A cup in size and would never be an object of sexual beauty or pleasure ever gain.
The hot metal of the knife cauterized most of the gaping wound on the end of Veronika’s left tit. But Veronika was also going into shock as she passed out once again.
Before Carl could begin to cut off Veronika’s right nipple, he heard Anna begin to faintly speak.
�You bastard. You are never going to get away with this. You leave that girl alone. She never did anything to you.�
�She was never showed me any attention either�acting like she was too good for me. She’ll never get to do that to anyone ever again. As for you, this is the last time that you are going to interrupt me, ‘lil’ sister.�
Carl got a freshly heated blade walked up to Anna, grabbed her right nipple to lift up her breast and quickly cut off her entire breast. Carl held the severed breast in his hand and observed the milk clusters that Anna had hoped would be the nourishment for her future offspring. A few of the milk gland clusters dangled out of the ruined breast, attached only by the slender milk ducts that connected them to the back of Anna’s right nipple.
Anna immediately went into shock and passed out. Carl wasn’t done with his sister just yet, so he grabbed a burning limb and began to cauterize the gaping wound in Anna’s chest while holding her head up and out of the way of the flame.
�You always did say that you wanted to breastfeed your babies someday. Do you think that you can do now that you have just one maimed tit, Sis?� Carl said to Anna with a malevolent smile on his face.
Carl tried to revive Anna to consciousness with the smelling salts but was unsuccessful. He figured that she had gone into shock due to blood loss.
�Oh, well. I’m not quite done with the little Russian bitch.�
Carl had one knife in the fire, glowing red and ready for use. He pulled it out and was standing in front of Veronika in preparation to cut off her remaining tit when he heard a man’s voice.
�Freeze! Park Ranger! Slowly put down that knife, step away, put your hands on the back of your head and get down on your knees.� Yelled Park Ranger Steven Michael as he trained his pistol at the sadistic young man.
The park ranger had been doing a foot patrol in this remote part of the woods when he saw the smoke from Carl’s fire a mile or so away. Ranger Michaels went to investigate the fire but instead saw this scene of horrors. Carl had carefully placed his site in a hollow in the woods so that the sound of the screams would not carry as far. But he didn’t count on the smoke from his fire being seen.
Carl wasn’t about to go to jail again, nor did he want either of his prizes to survive what he had been doing to them. He already figured that Anna would not survive. Now Carl was determined that neither would Veronika, especially since he was unlikely to get away.
Carl lifted up the knife and began to lunge towards Veronika. The Ranger immediately fired his .40 caliber semiautomatic Smith & Wesson pistol twice at Carl, hitting him both times.
Carl felt two heavy blows against the side of his chest as he lunged for Veronika. He was aiming his knife for her heart, but the impact of the bullets pushed him to the side so that the blade instead pierced through the middle of Veronika’s right breast and plunged into her chest. The young girl was only faintly aware of the red hot tip of the blade penetrating into her right lung before passing out again.
Carl fell to the ground at Veronika’s feet, feeling his own life quickly slipping away. He would eventually learn that his mother was right about Judgement Day after he closed his eyes for the last time.
�Ranger Base. This is Ranger Michaels. I have an emergency here at this location. I have three people down and in immediate need of medical attention and evacuation. Please send help immediately. It looks like a damn slaughterhouse here.�

Carl was declared dead on the scene by the arriving EMT’s. Veronika and Anna were both quickly taken by ambulance to the nearest trauma center where they were treated for their injuries. Both were in critical condition for more than a week before their conditions were stabilized. Ranger Michaels was given a commendation for saving Anna and Veronika’s lives.
Veronika stayed in an American hospital for over a month before being flown back to Russia, never to return to the United States. The last that anyone from America heard about Veronika was that had become addicted to Afghan heroin in an attempt to deal with the nightmares.
Anna was in and out of hospitals for the next year and finally had her right breast reconstructed with an implant. Anna and her parents eventually moved away and resettled somewhere in the remote western US. Anna continued to be under therapy for many years later even though she claimed to have had a religious conversion experience as a result of enduring the trauma. She met a man at her church, married him and had two children though she was never able to breastfeed either from the mutilated breast that her brother had left her with.

The county detective got Wahlid’s email address off of Carl’s computer. After reading the exchanges of email between Wahlid and Carl, the detective decided to take advantage of the situation. He wrote Wahlid an email of his own.
�Hello, Wahlid.
Your friend was not able to send you the images and videos that you wanted. However, I am able to follow through with the arrangement for the right price. Here is an example of what I have.�
The detective had attached one of the digital photos that Carl had taken of his sister after he had started to mutilate her breasts. It apparently got Wahlid’s attention because he replied back via email less than twenty-four hours later. The detective soon had a deal with Wahlid within a couple of days.
Five days after the detective uploaded several large zipped video and photo files to the email address that Wahlid gave him, he got a call from the bank. An international money order in the amount of twenty five thousand dollars was now waiting on him there. For the rest of the year, the detective had a very good time with the money that he made on that little deal.
Back at Wahlid’s home, a freshly burned DVD-R was placed in a jewel case and filed in cabinet full of other video disks with such titles as ‘Private Jessica Lynch Torture and Mutilation Disks One through Five’. Wahlid was going to enjoy watching Veronika’s and Anna’s torture scenes for a long time too. Wahlid had little to worry about because his family’s wealth protected him from even the Russians who had been very upset about what had been done to Veronika.

Of course, the detective kept a copy of his own for his private collection. This was one of his little side benefits of the job�.the opportunity to enjoy life’s ‘little pleasures’, especially those gained at the expense of pretty young women.

Meeting the Headmaster By Abel

Meeting the Headmaster
By Abel – Dec 25, 2009 – From Spanking stories

The girl, neat in her new uniform, shifts nervously from foot to foot as the Headmaster behind his desk flicks through the pages of the manila file. She knows what he’ll find inside – the records from her former school showing not only her successes (good grades, academic prizes, starring roles on the stage and the lacrosse field), but also her failures. Those forms, completed meticulously each time by her then housemaster, after she’d stood and straightened her skirt, once he’d put away the plimsoll. Those sheets of shame.
She wants to protest before her new Headmaster jumps to the wrong conclusions. “I do try to be good, I promise. And I’ve not been in trouble for nearly a year. Please don’t think badly of me.” But instead, she waits, the butterflies rioting inside her tummy.

He places the file carefully on the desk, and peers over his spectacles. “So, young lady: a fresh start, here in our sixth form…”

He looks at her, as if expecting a reply. “Yes, sir. I want to do well. I’ll do everything I can. I promise.”

He pauses, weighing her up – this slight, pretty lass, shaking like a leaf. “And we shall do everything we can to help, of course. We’re very proud of our high standards, Miss Conroy; I think they’ll be just what you need. Academic… and disciplinary.”

She stares at the carpet. She mumbles an embarrassed “Yes, sir”, to this man who now knows such shameful secrets from her past.

“Have no doubt, on the latter front, that we stand for no nonsense. Strict, but fair.”

“Yes, sir.” She knows of his reputation already, of course; the other girls in the dorm regaled her with their stories last night, once they’d heard of her impending appointment. Loved, they said, but feared too. Feared more than loved. Nightmares had followed.

He stands, walks around his desk, and puts a friendly arm around her shoulders as if in support and solidarity. “Then we understand each other, it seems. If you need help, my door is always open – as indeed is your Housemaster’s. Now: go and make me proud of you during your time with us, Miss Conroy.”

Make him proud? How hollow a phrase that seems, two weeks later, as she obeys his order to fold her blazer and skirt neatly over the arm of the chair, then to touch her toes. Not the plimsoll, as at St. Christina’s: she’d known that before he’d taken the cane from its hiding place in the corner of his study.

Nor the protection of layers of clothing: his instruction to her to remove her knickers was no less terrifying, humiliating for its anticipation.

“I did think we had an understanding, Miss Conroy,” he tells her as he takes up his position behind her, to the side. “You’ve disappointed me. Very few girls find their way here to be punished, and yet you’ve been sent to me less than a fortnight after promising me your best endeavours.”

Her contrition is genuine, even without the fear of what’s about to happen. “Four strokes,” he tells her: at least it wasn’t the six the other girls had predicted, amidst their cruel fascination.

He makes her wait for her first taste of the cane: letting her contemplate, reflect (“How could I have been so stupid? If only I could turn back the clock…”).

To dread. To cry, already.

The blow, when it strikes – the precise moment unexpected – nearly knocks her off balance. She rocks forwards onto her toes, then backwards, then starts to try to process the pain as it burns, grows, overwhelms. She resists, somehow, the need to reach back and clutch her backside, to try (no doubt in vain) to quell the agony.

They didn’t tell me it would be *this* bad…

He watches her discomfort; not unsympathetic to her plight, but knowing his duty. He always makes the first stroke hard: to deliver the false prophet of a gentle introduction would scarcely be fair, given what was to follow.

To follow… He bides his time, waiting until she is still, is ready, is focused. And then he cuts the second stripe directly below the first, its raised, parallel tramlines tracking and mirroring the first.

He counts to twenty, slowly, silently, carefully timing the third instalment of her punishment, administering it with a precise flick of his wrist.

She sobs. Loudly. But the hug she craves is nowhere near. She won’t be back – this much he senses. He wills the final stroke to be precisely that – her last ever, a guarantee of future good behaviour – as he whips the cane down hard, hears her gasp, tells her to stand straight away so that she can dance, hold, soothe. He tells her to sort out her uniform: quickly, urgently she complies, wiping away tears as her fingers tremble on zips and buttons.

When she is ready, his hand appears supportively on her shoulder, as it had done at the end of her previous visit. “I’m so sorry, sir,” she mumbles softly, as if the caning has drawn all of her energy.

“So am I.”

And then he too has a form to complete, just like the housemaster at her previous school. For her to sign, confirming her guilt and her misery. He dries the ink on his blotter, and passes the paper to her. “Could you give this to my secretary on your way out, please? For your file. And so she can send a copy to your parents.”

“Please, sir: don’t tell them.”

He pauses, looks up, hears the pleading tone in her voice, and holds out his hand. She looks puzzled.

“Pass the punishment sheet back here.”

He takes it from her. “Shall we keep this between ourselves?” he asks, sympathetically. And, with a soft smile, he crumples the form and drops it into the wastepaper basket behind his desk. “You won’t let me down again, will you?”

She swears that she won’t, this time knowing her vow to be true. She apologises; thanks him – and, as he opens the door – stumbles out, dazed and sore, to face the outside world and try to do better. To make him proud. Whilst he walks back to his desk, praying that she will, as calm returns to his study.