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It\'s all in the mind!

Part 12

Part 12.


After a few more days of programming Sally and the girls were enjoying their spanking sessions enthusiastically.  Every day as they came home from school the girls would go to their room and wait for me.  I would go to each in turn and they would make some sort of confession, admit to some minor offence.   Then I would scold them for their naughtiness, and sentence them to a spanking.  As soon as I told them of their fate they would lift their crisp, grey school skirts up to their waist and drape themselves across my lap.  Then I would yank their knickers down and deliver a few crisp smacks to their bare skin, just enough to make them squeal, never enough to result in tears.  In between smacks I would stroke the smooth, warm skin of their arses or slip my hand between their legs to caress their delicious pussies, making them wriggle around as I tickled their sensitive clits.  As the punishment ended they would pull their knickers back into place and smooth down their skirts before thanking me and apologising once again.  I would then leave them in their rooms, knowing that as soon as I left them they would begin playing with their tender young pussies.


Sally too was keen for me to apply some heat to her bare arse.  We quickly settled into a routine of sorts.  After our evening meal she would quietly make her way to our bedroom, where she would strip and await my arrival.  Then I would tease and berate her, making her blush with shame and embarrassment, before I ordered across my knee.  I would alternate my treatment of her, first spanking her, then slipping my hand between her legs to probe her pussy.  Her gasps and moans were music to my ears!  Our sessions always ended with me fucking her up the arse, or with her fingers busily working on her hot, wet pussy until she climaxed.


As she grew used to her daily punishment I began to vary things somewhat.  Sometimes I made her lie on the bed and hold her legs up high while I punished her.  Then I would tease and mock her as her thighs inevitably opened under my stinging blows to reveal her shaven pussy.  I was quickly able to bring her to tears of shame and humiliation, frequently making her play with her pussy and use her toys until she begged me to let her climax.


On one such evening I finished spanking her, then made her spread her legs as wide as she could and told her she was to fuck herself slowly with her vibrator.  I watched, smiling, as she prepared to slide the plastic shaft into her pussy.  As the tip made contact with her sensitive lips she moaned softly.


“Thats it Sal, do it nice and slow, so I can get a good look.” I chuckled.  She groaned again, closing her eyes as she began to slip the shaft slowly inside her.  She shuddered as it penetrated deeper and deeper, then bit her bottom lip as she began to withdraw it.  After a couple of minutes she was in an agony of pleasure, her eyes darting open feverishly, repeatedly licking her lips as she tormented herself with the softly buzzing toy, now shiny and slick with her juices.


“Please can I come now Steve?” She gasped, her face flushed with colour, her body writhing around on the bed.


“Not just yet, Sal. I want to see you play for a bit longer yet.”  She groaned again, then continued to slide the smooth shaft in and out of her hot tunnel.  “Why dont you give your clit a bit of attention?  You dont want it to miss out, do you?”   She gasped, then slowly began to tease her stiff little bud.  Within moments she was whimpering softly as the torment continued, her hips bucking and writhing as she slowly drove the shaft into her pussy and teased her clit.  And then her hands froze and her eyes opened wide in panic as she heard the knock on the bedroom door.


“Keep going.”  I ordered, then called, “Come in.”


The door opened and Helen came into the room, still wearing her crisp school uniform.  At first she didnt take in what was happening before her, but then she realised and her eyes opened wide with surprise.  Sally groaned and looked at me pleadingly.  I glared at her and a sob escaped from her as she resumed her self-torment.


“Yes, Helen.  What did you want?”  I asked cheerfully.


“I, er, well I just wondered…” She said, absent mindedly, her eyes riveted on Sally still stroking and teasing herself on the bed.


“Yes?”


She shook her head in an effort to clear her thoughts, managed to drag her gaze away from her mother, then looked at me, her face flushed.  “I, er, wondered if youd decided who you were going to sleep with tonight.”  She said, her eyes darting back to Sally as she spoke.


“No, I havent decided yet, Ive been too busy with your mum, here.”  I smiled.  “Your mums been having a great time, havent you Sal?”  Sally groaned in response.  “First I spanked her bottom, and you know how much she likes that, dont you?”  I said, reaching out to stroke Helens plump little arse.  “Then I made her spread her legs and play with herself for me.  Only thing is, she cant come until I give her permission.”  I laughed again.  Helens eyes widened with surprise.


“You mean she has to wait until you say she can come?”  She asked, astounded.


“Thats right.  Good, isnt it?”


“I, er, well I dont know, I, er…”


“She wants to come though, dont you Sal?  She really wants to come, but Im making her wait.”


“Until when?”


“Until I feel like letting her come.”  I laughed.  “Do you think I should let her, then?”


“I dont know.  How long has she been waiting like that?”


“I cant remember.  How long have you been playing with yourself like that Sal? Ten minutes? Fifteen?”


She shuddered and groaned again.  “I dont know.” She said breathlessly.


I grinned.  “Tell you what, Helen, you decide when your mum can come. You tell her when she can climax, Ill leave it to you to decide when that is, ok?”


Helen looked appalled!  Sally let out another sob.  I sat back and watched the pair of them, Sallys fingers moving across her pussy with increasing urgency, driving the shaft as deeply as she could into her sensitive tunnel, Helens eyes dancing with excitement and nervousness.


“I wouldnt leave her for much longer though, she looks quite desperate to me!”  I chuckled.  Sally let out another groan.  Helen looked at me, uncertain what to do.


“What do I say?”  She cried.


“Tell her she can come.”


“Mum, its ok, you can come!”  She gasped.  Immediately Sallys body convulsed and shook.  She rolled onto her side, legs drawn up to her body, her thighs clamped tightly together as she climaxed.  Helen watched in fascination.  Finally Sally relaxed, her breathing slowing and her whimpers diminishing.  I slipped my hand up Helens skirt and stroked her arse, then slipped my other hand between her legs and felt for her hot little pussy.  She gasped as I pushed her thighs apart and began to stroke her slit through her knickers.  She was deliciously hot and slightly sticky.  I pushed on her arse, forcing her hips forward, and began to tickle her delicate folds.  She reached out and put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself, then closed her eyes and sighed.


“Did you like watching your mum play with herself?”  She nodded.  “How would you feel if she were to watch you do that?” 


Her eyes opened wide with shock.  Sally stirred on the bed.  “What?”


“How would you like to play with yourself while me and your mum watched you?”


“I, er, well, I er, I dont know…”  She stammered.


“Would you like to watch her, Sal?”


“I, dont know, Steve.”  She said quietly.


“Well Id like to see that!”  I said cheerfully.  “Get your kit off Helen and put on a bit of a show for us both.”  I demanded.  She had gone very pale.  She looked at me, desperation in her eyes.


“Its only fair, isnt it?”   I giggled.  She nodded slowly, then began to undress.  Her school tie went first, then her shoes.  She started to remove her long, white socks but I told her to keep those on.  Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, revealing her simple, plain white bra.  She unfastened this and let it fall to the floor, and once again I admired her firm, plump tits with their powder pink nipples.  Her smart grey school skirt went next, and she stood before us wearing only her pale pink knickers.  She pushed these down and stepped out of them then lay on the bed next to Sally. 


“Thats nice, Helen.”  I said happily.  “Now you pretend youre in your room, thinking about me puling your knickers down and spanking your bum, ok?” 


She gasped, then slowly opened her thighs to reveal her thin patch of pubic hair covering her slit.  She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she began to stroke the inside of her thigh.  I glanced over at Sally, who was watching in fascination as her eldest daughter began to masturbate for us.  Helens fingers reached the top of her thigh, then she ran one fingertip along her slit and shuddered as the sensations coursed though her.  She gently slipped a finger between her lips and began to tease her clit.  She sighed with pleasure, and her entire body relaxed visibly.  She opened her thighs wider and began to stroke her clit with slow, delicate strokes.


“Are you imagining me pulling your knickers down?”  I asked.


“Yes.”  She said in a whisper.


“Are you imagining me smacking your bare bottom?”


“Mmmm.” She nodded.


“Imagine the sting, and then imagine me slipping my hand between your thighs and stroking your pussy.”


She groaned, then brought her free hand up and began to stroke and knead her firm young breasts.  She began to rock her hips up and down against her fingers, then pushed two fingers into her pussy.


“Is your pussy all nice and wet?”


Another groan, “Oh God, yes!  Oh it feels lovely!”  She sighed again.


“I want you to spread your legs wide, like your mum did, and then open your pussy lips so we can see inside.”  She nodded and immediately complied, opening her delicate lips with her fingers, exposing the wet, pink folds within.  I grinned in satisfaction, then glanced over at Sally who was watching in complete fascination.  An idea occurred to me.


“Sal, why dont you show her how the vibrator works?”   The two of them looked at me in horror.  “Come on, itll be fun!” I laughed.


Sally moved to Helens side and brought the plastic shaft, still glistening with her juices, up to Helens pussy lips.  Helens eyes opened wide as the tip began to invade her tunnel. 


“Dont worry, love, itll be ok” Sally said soothingly, then she gently pushed the shaft into her daughters pussy.  Helen moaned softly, a tremor in her voice as she lay back and let her mother begin to fuck her with the plastic shaft.  After a few moments Sally took hold of Helens hand and steered it to the shaft, wrapping her fingers around the end.  Then she slowly began to fuck her with it again.  Slowly, she took her hand away, leaving Helen gently stroking the shaft into her wet pussy.  Her eyes closed in concentration as she pushed the toy deeper.  After a minute or so she began to visibly relax as she grew accustomed to the new sensations.


“How does that feel?” I asked.


“Oooooo! Oh, it feels nice! Aaaaahhh! Oh yes! Mmmmmm! Oh it feels lovely!”


“Why dont you stroke your clit too, like your mum did?”


She began to tease her stiff little bud again, a long, low moan escaping from her lips as she moved closer to climax. As her mother had done, she began to buck her hips, driving the shaft deeper and deeper.  Without a word Sally reached over and gently took hold of the base, then switched the vibrator on.


Helens eyes opened wide with shock, her jaw hung loose, her fingers frozen as she began to climax.  Then she clamped her thighs together and her body shook with pleasure, her face contorted with ecstasy.  As her climax subsided she let out a yelp of alarm, then dragged the buzzing shaft from her pussy and threw it aside, overwhelmed by the sensitivity of her body.  She gasped and sighed, her small tits rising and falling rapidly as she recovered.


“Oh my God, that was incredible!”  She stammered, then began to laugh with delight. “Oh I never felt anything like that before, not ever! Oh wow!”   Sally joined in the laughter, clearly relieved that she hadnt harmed her daughter.


“So you like the vibrator, then?”  I asked.


“Oh yes!”  They both responded, then began to laugh again.


“Well Sal, it looks like you may have to go back to the shop and buy another one, you cant both share one forever, can you?” I smiled.


Sally grinned back at me, “Ill get right on it! In fact, Ill go down there right now!”  She bounded off the bed and began to dress hurriedly.  Helen watched, then said, “Can I come too?”


Sally laughed. “No, my darling, youre far too young to go into one of those places.  You wait here with Steve, I wont be long.”


Helen looked disappointed, “Couldnt I wait I the car?” She whined, I mean, it is my vibrator, right?”


Sally looked at me and we both began to laugh, then she held out her hand to Helen and said, “OK then love, get dressed and well talk about this in the car.”


In moments they had both dressed and made their way downstairs.  I heard their excited chatter as they got into the car, and then they were on their way.  After a few moments Sandra came into the room.


“Hey, where have mum and Helen gone?”  She demanded.


“Theyve gone to buy a vibrator for Helen.” I giggled.


“Whats a vibrator?” She asked.


I picked up the toy from the bed and held it up for her inspection.  “One of these.” I said.


She scrutinised it quizzically. “What do you do with it?”


I grinned to myself.  “Come here and Ill show you.”


Within moments I had stripped the pretty thirteen-year-old and was kissing her budding tits as I stroked her smooth pussy lips.  She sighed and giggled with pleasure as I ran my hands over her lithe, slim body, and then I lay her down on the bed and gently pushed her thighs apart.  Her hairless slit was beautifully exposed for me, and I slipped my finger along it, making her sigh with pleasure.  I gently opened her lips and slipped my finger inside. She was already wet and I quickly found her stiffening clit, which I stroked and teased.  Soon she was gasping and moaning with pleasure as I pushed my finger into her hot little hole.


Within moments she was wriggling her hips in response to my invading finger, giggling with delight.


“Tell me how this feels.”  I said, as I brought the tip of the vibrator up to her pussy.  She giggled again as the tip began to nudge her lips apart, then looked at me in wide-eyed wonder as I began to penetrate her with it.


“Oooooh Steve!  Oooooh, thats weird! Oooh, aaaahhhhh!”


I slipped it deeper into her, then began to slowly fuck her with it.


“Oh yes! Oh thats nice! Oh that feels like when you put your cock into me!” She sighed, then giggled at her own rudeness!


I pushed several inches of the shaft into her, then after a minute or two I switched it on.  Like her sister before her, she opened her eyes wide with shock and surprise, and then a huge smile spread across her young face.  “Oh Steve! Oh I like that very much! Oh its lovely! Mmmmmm!”


I guided her hand to the shaft, then sat back and watched as she began to experiment with the new experience.  She quickly began to stroke the shaft into her, going slowly deeper with each stroke.  She began to stroke her clit, teasing it with small circular motions of her finger tip, then slowly drew the shaft out of her pussy and held the tip to her stiff little bud.  Her eyes rolled in pleasure as the sensations transmitted themselves through her young body.  She began to run the tip along the length of her slit, from clit to the entrance to her tunnel, her face a picture of concentration.


“Enjoying yourself?”  I asked mockingly.  She didnt respond. Instead she increased the speed of her strokes along her pussy, rubbing the shaft repeatedly over her clit and between her lips.  Then she pushed the shaft deep into her pussy and began to stroke her clit furiously.  She began to gasp and cry out loud.


“Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!  Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh Yes!  Oh God, Steve! Oh God!”  With a massive shudder she climaxed, then calmly slipped the shaft out of her pussy before lying back on the bed with a contented sigh.  After a few moments she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.


“Wow!  Steve, that was amazing!  Really brill! It was nearly as good as when you do it to me.  Can I do that again, please?”


“I dont see why not, but youll have to borrow your mums or Helens until we can get you your own!” I smiled.  She looked delighted.  I was seriously aroused and opened my trousers to release the pressure.  My straining cock immediately sprang out proudly.  I looked across at Sandra and motioned for her to get to work.  She grinned, then slid across to me and began to stroke my cock.  Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and squeezed deliciously, then she leaned forward and kissed the tip, her tongue slipping out to collect the small drop of pre-come there.  She licked her lips, then slowly took the head of my cock into her warm mouth.  As her tongue wrapped itself around my glans and she started to suck gently I heard her groan with satisfaction.


I lay back and watched her go to work.   She sucked away enthusiastically, bobbing her head up and down, stroking my shaft and tickling my balls.  I pulled her around on the bed until she was in a position for me to be able to play with her hairless slit.  She squealed with delight as I slipped a finger into her and began to circle my thumb over her clit.  As the sensations built within her she became more and more earnest in her attention to my cock, sucking and stroking with increasing urgency.  I felt her pussy contract onto my finger as I continued to tease her clit, and then I felt myself start to climax.  I began to shoot into her hot mouth and she squealed with surprise as the first spurts hit the roof of her mouth.  Then she squeezed my shaft firmly and began to suck in rhythm to my spurts, drinking my jism as I shot it into her.  Finally my orgasm subsided ad I felt my cock begin to soften.  She continued to suck and lick me, determined to get every last drop of semen I had to give.  Finally, she rolled away from me with a contented smile.


“I love the taste of your stuff.”  She announced with a giggle.  “What do you call it?”


“Come. Or jism. Anything you like, really.”   She thought for a moment, then said, “Im going to call it jism.  I like that name!”  Then she giggled again.  “I bet Helen will be really jealous when she gets back and finds out weve done it, and I got to swallow all your jism!”  She rolled off the bed and picked up her clothes, bundling them together casually, and then sauntered back to her own room.  Despite her recent efforts I still felt my cock twitch at the sight of her firm, slim little arse as she walked away from me. 


A short time later Sally and Helen returned.  Helens face was flushed with excitement as she came through the front door.  She looked at me and grinned happily, then turned to look at Sally.  She was about to speak when she saw Sandra.  She clamped her jaw tightly, then said to her sister, “Sandra, I need to speak to Steve for a minute.  Can you go to your room and leave us please?”


“What do you need to speak to him about?”


“Mind your own business.” Helen snapped.


“Is it about where youve just been to?” Sandra smiled, “Because if it is, I already know, Steve told me!”


“Told you what?”


“He told me that you and mum had gone out to buy you a vibrator, and he showed me what one was, and what it was for, and he told me how to use it, and I did, and I came, and it was brill!  And then I sucked his cock until he came and he shot all his lovely jism into my mouth and it tasted lovely.  Thats right, isnt it Steve?”  She finished with a note of triumph.


“All true!” I grinned.


Sally came forward, her eyes wide with surprise.  “When you say he told you how to use it and you did, what exactly did you do, Sandra?”


“I put it in my pussy, of course!” She giggled.  “Gosh it was lovely! And I did it until I came, and it was fantastic!  Nearly as good as when Steve does it to me!”


There was a moment of silence as Sally and Helen absorbed the information, and then they both began to laugh.


“Christ!  Does this mean Ive got to go back to that bloody shop again?” Sally laughed.  “Theyll think Im totally insatiable, and I can hardly explain that theyre not for me but for my daughters, can I?”  We all laughed, and then Sandra said, “Do you mean it, mum? Are you really going to buy me one, like you did with Helen?”


“I dont suppose I have any choice, do I?”  She grinned. 


“Can I show Steve my one?” Helen asked, urgently.  When Sally nodded she began to tear at the packaging in her hands, finally holding up a white plastic toy, slightly smaller than Sallys.  Look Steve!  Isnt it beautiful?  Can I go and try it out?  Please?”


I smiled at her urgency, then nodded.  She beamed back at me, “Great!” she cried, then ran for the stairs.


“Can I come too?” Sandra begged.


“Sure, come on.  Well take it in turns!”


Both of them disappeared upstairs, their giggles ringing around the house.  Sally came and wrapped her arms around me.  “You know, most women with fifteen and thirteen-year-old daughters are out buying them Barbie dolls or CDs. Not me. I buy mine sex toys!  Weird, isnt it?”  She laughed.  I laughed with her, then led her up to our room where I stripped her and fucked her warm, pink arse until we both climaxed.


By the end of that week all three of them were enjoying their spankings, and were entertaining themselves with their vibrators.  I made each of them play with themselves in front of the others, sometimes several times a night.  This was particularly humiliating for Sally, who I ordered not to climax until given permission.  Every night I would allow one of the girls to decide when that was, and each night the delay grew longer and longer, until by Friday evening she was begging to be allowed to come, tears streaming down her face.


Helen too suffered embarrassment as she slipped a finger into her tight rosebud as she shafted herself with her vibrator.  Sandra immediately commented.  “Ugh!  Helen, why have you put a finger up your bum? Ugh!  Thats gross!”


“Steve likes me to, dont you Steve?”  When I nodded, Sandra immediately asked, “Would you like me to do that too, Steve?”  I nodded again and she looked anxious.  “Are you going to put it up Helens bottom, like you do with mum?”


I heard Sally gasp and Helen moan.  “I dont know.  I havent decided yet.” I grinned.  After Helens climax, which she achieved with her finger deep in her arse and with a crescendo of moans and cries, it was Sandras turn.  She took a few moments to get started, but was soon rocking her hips to the motion of the shaft in her pussy.  And then she slipped her hand down between her legs and felt for her back door.  She grunted as she began to push against her sphincter, then cried out “Owww!  That hurts!”  Before pulling her finger away.


“Its because you didnt use anything.”  Helen told her. 


Sandra looked confused. “What am I supposed to use?” She wailed.  Helen looked at Sally, who moved quickly to her bedside cabinet and found her jar of Vaseline. 


“Try this, love.”  She said softly, then smeared some onto Sandras puckered little hole.  Within moments Sandra was busily shafting her pussy with a finger buried deeply in her arse.  After a minute or two I approached her and gently pulled her hand away before placing my own finger over her tight hole.  I eased my finger slowly into her, feeling her sphincter pushing back.  Finally, I had my finger one knuckle deep in her. She gasped and moaned, looking down at me with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety on her face.  As she watched I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her clit.  She climaxed at once, bucking her hips against the buzzing toy and my finger, forcing both deeper into her holes.  As she came down from her orgasm I let my finger slip from her.


After a few moments she looked up at me, eyes wide with wonder.  “Wow Steve!  That was just amazing! Oh my God, you keep on making it better and better for me.  How do you do that, Steve?”


I heard Sally chuckle, “Ive often asked that myself, love!  I think we just have to accept that Steve is just a genius!”  The girls giggled happily.  I smiled back at them, “well thank you!”  I grinned, then made my excuses and left them in the bedroom together.


I made my way to Richards house, eager to set my plans for the weekend in motion.  Hannah opened the door and blushed at sight of me. I smiled inwardly, fully aware that she was remembering how she imagined undressing for me, how I caressed her body, and how she brought herself to climax night after night.  She showed me into the living room, still blushing furiously.  Edward was there.  He looked up at his sister and grinned slyly.  Hannah saw the look on his face, groaned in misery, then turned and swept from the room.  I heard her footsteps as she ran up to her room. 


I turned to Edward and quickly put him under.


“Have you been spying on Hannah and Donna?”  I asked.


“You bet!” He grinned, “Every time one of them goes into the bathroom I just walk in and watch them. I cant fuckin believe it, I mean, neither of them have complained to Dad, not even when I walked into Hannahs room this morning just as she was getting dressed. She didnt even tell me to get out, just called me a dirty little wanker!”


“Have you been masturbating into their used underwear?”

“Every fuckin day!  Its fuckin brill!  Hannas are ok, but theyre just ordinary knickers, but Donnas got some silk ones, they feel great wrapped around my dick, let me tell you!”


I smiled at his sheer enjoyment of his freedom, then gave him his final programming, instructing him to go to his room and think about nothing else for the rest of the evening.  Then I went in search of Richard and Donna.


I found Richard where he usually spent his time, in his study.  He greeted me warmly once again, and then I put him under.  I checked to see if his programming had worked, and was delighted to find that he had absorbed all the information I had given him, and that he accepted the new reality Id given him.  I gave him some final details, then told him to concentrate for the rest of the evening and await my instructions the following day.


I found Donna in the utility room sorting out some washing.  She was wearing another of Richards vest tops and a pair of skimpy pink knickers, which barely contained her arse cheeks.  She beamed at the sight of me, becoming breathless within moments.  I made a great show of glancing over my shoulder before reaching out and cupping her heavy breasts.  She thrust her chest out to meet my hands and closed her eyes in concentration.  “Ohhhhhh, Jesus Christ Steve!” She breathed, then covered my hands with her own, rubbing her oversize tits against my palms, “Ohhhhh my God! Oh it feels so lovely!”


She moved into me then dropped her hand and reached for my crotch.  I felt my cock twitch as she began to rub urgently at the front of my jeans. As is started to swell she opened her eyes and looked at me longingly.  “Please Steve?  Please! Let me have some of it.  Oh God, I dont think I can stand any more. Please Steve, its been such a long time since I had any relief.  Please help me Steve.  Im begging you. Please.”


I smiled at her, her desperation created entirely by me, and now I was about to exploit that desperation. 


“OK, but not here.  Someone might disturb us.  Lets go to Richards workshop, well be safe there.” I almost burst out laughing at the look on her face.  A mixture of relief and gratitude, with a generous helping of sheer lust!  She grabbed my hand without a word and dragged me out of the door.  Within seconds we were in the workshop. She slammed the door behind us and slid the lock into position, then turned to me.  She pulled her top over her head and threw it aside, then she pulled my hands up to her tits and clamped them over her fleshy mounds.  She shuddered and closed her eyes as she pressed my hands into her flesh.  I pulled one hand away and reached between her legs.  At the merest touch of her mound she gasped and moaned, then she dragged her tiny knickers down to her ankles and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.


I slowly pushed my hand between her thighs, then stroked a finger along her slit.  She was soaking wet!  The sensations were almost too much for her and she stepped backwards and steadied herself against a workbench.  I slipped my finger between her folds and found her clit.  I slowly ran my finger down from its base towards the super-sensitive head. As I did so she gasped and began to cry out.


“Ahhh! Ahhh! Oh yes! Ahhh! Ahhh?  Ahhhh? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”


She gripped my hand tightly, holding it against her sopping slit as her first orgasm in weeks crashed into her.  Her entire body shook, her tits jiggled deliciously, and then she fell into my arms as her knees gave way entirely.  I had to lean forward and slip my arm around her waist to prevent her from falling to the cold concrete floor of the workshop.  After a few moments the shaking stopped and she slowly released her grip on my hand.  Her breathing continued to come in ragged gasps and sighs for a couple of minutes more. And then she said, “You have no idea how much I needed that!”


I looked down into her face for a moment.  She looked up at me briefly, then began to laugh heartily. “Jesus! I swear to God if I hadnt come tonight I was going to kill someone!”  She giggled again, “I mean, its been weeks, really, weeks! It didnt seem to matter what I did, nothing got me there.  And the tonight you came along and stroked my little button for a few seconds and sent me to heaven!” Another giggle.  “Sally is a lucky girl if you can do that to her all the time!”  I grinned back at her and winked.


“Well, so much for the starter, what about the main course?” She said with another short laugh, then began to open my trousers. Within moments she had reached in and wrapped her hand around my stiffening shaft.  She brought it out and gasped, stroking it lovingly.  “Oh! Mmmmmm! Oh its lovely! Oh, I knew it would be.  I knew youd have a nice one! Oh and it is! Oh wow!” She looked up at me suddenly, “You are going to give me some, arent you Steve? I mean, youre not going to tease me are you?  Please dont tease me Steve.  I need a cock in me so bad, need your cock in me so bad.  Please Steve?”


I smiled, then put a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her to her knees.  She continued to stroke my shaft and then she leaned forward and eagerly took my glans into her mouth.  She sucked at my cock with an urgency Id never known before!  She wrapped her tongue around me, sucking and licking for all she was worth, gasping and moaning, enjoying every moment!  After a couple of minutes of sheer ecstasy I raised her up and made her bend over the workbench.  She glanced over her shoulder at me as I moved between her thighs, thrusting her arse up at me as I drew nearer.


I placed my cock at the entrance to her hot, slippery pussy and took hold of her hips.  She closed her eyes and sighed,  “Oh Jesus fucking Christ yes!”  And then I slid into her, slowly, deliberately.  She grabbed the edge of the bench with both hands; I could see her knuckles go white!  She stood on tiptoe, spread her legs and pushed her hips back against my cock, urging every inch of it into her.  As my pubes ground against her pussy lips she let out a low moan and began to climax again.  This time there were no cries or gasps, just a series of gentle grunts and shudders as her orgasm washed over her.  After several seconds she collapsed on the bench and began to gasp for breath.


I began to stroke my cock into her, going as deep as I could into her.  I watched her tits shake with each stroke, felt her thrusting her hips back at me. I reached forward and grabbed hold of her tits, teasing and stroking her nipples.  I felt her shudder again, and then she reached between her lags and began to stroke and fondle my balls.  I began to increase my pace, driving into her with increasing force.  To my delight she responded in kind, pushing her hips back against me, gasping “Yes, yes, yes!” with each stroke.


I took hold of her hips, began to pull her roughly back onto my cock, impaling her with each quickening stroke.  She groaned and thrust her free hand between her legs and began to rub at her clit urgently.  I felt my climax start to build, pushed her forward onto the bench and drove into her as deeply as I could.  I groaned and let my jism start to shoot into her, feeling her pussy contract onto my cock as she sighed and climaxed again.  I fell forward onto her, pining her in place, feeling her pussy almost milking my cock.  After a few moments I sighed and pulled out of her.


As I pulled my jeans back up and put my cock away she stayed in position, her plump arse still high in the air, her pussy glistening and pink.  Eventually she stood upright, looking unsteady, as if drunk.


“You ok?” I asked with a grin.


“Mmmmm!  Never better!” She smiled.  Her eyes looked glazed, vacant.  Her nipples were still erect. “My God!  Thats what a girl needs every now and again, a bloody good seeing to!”  She grinned sleepily.


I let her recover for a few more moments before putting her under also, and giving her some final instructions. Then I told her that she would be able to climax on her own in future, but only when she was imagining being with me.  I instructed her to masturbate four times a day, thinking only of me every time.  Then I woke her, gave her a pat on the arse and went back to Sally and the girls.


I decided to get Sally ready for the following day by giving her some mental exercises to do.  I sent the girls off to bed with instructions to pleasure one another using the vibrator until they had each climaxed three times, then go to sleep.   Then I put Sally under and gave her some scenarios to deal with.


“Sally, I want you to imagine youre out shopping, miles away from home.  Youre on your own, buying things for yourself, and you start to feel randy!  Imagine how youd feel if you were in the middle of the shopping centre, and you start to feel randy.  What would you do?”


She giggled.  “I dont know, I suppose Id try to ignore it I suppose.”


“You cant ignore it Sal, its like an itch you cant scratch, and it wont go away.  What are you going to do Sal?  Its getting stronger and stronger.”


She gasped.  “Oh, I, well, I dont know!  I dont know what to do.  What can I do?”


“You could always go to the toilets in one of the big stores?  How about that, Sal?”


“Oh, I couldnt, not just like that!”


“It's getting worse, Sal. Youre getting desperate.  What are you going to do?”


“I dont know!”  She gasped.


“Youre so randy now Sal.  You can feel your pussy getting wet, cant you?”


“Yes. Oh God, what am I going to do? Ill get to the car, get home as quick as I can.  Yes, thats what Ill do.”  She breathed heavily, then smiled, to herself.


“You cant wait that long, Sal.  Youre going to have to go into one of the toilets.”  I took her through the scenario in her mind, made her imagine rushing through one of the large department stores, desperately looking for a toilet.  Finally I directed her to one, watched in amusement as she closed the door of the imaginary cubicle and began to urgently lift her skirt.  She dragged her knickers down urgently, then sat down on a chair. In her mind she was on a toilet seat.  She spread her thighs wide and began to stroke her pussy with a look of relief and bliss on her face.


As she drove herself towards orgasm I whispered in her ear, “Sal, you will climax in a moment.  When you recover you will open your eyes and imagine that the cubicle door has swung open and a group of teenage girls, about fifteen years old, are watching you.  Theyve been watching you all along as you played with yourself, but you were too busy to notice.”


Seconds later she climaxed.  Her body shaking as she teased and stroked herself to orgasm, her free hand jammed into her mouth to stifle her cries of joy.  She smiled happily to herself as she slowly recovered, then slowly opened her eyes.  She shrieked in alarm as she imagined her audience, began to drag her knickers back into place as hurriedly as she could, smoothing her skirt down.


“Theyre laughing at you, Sal.  Theyre calling you all sorts of vile names, mocking you, insulting you.  My God Sal, imagine what theyve just seen! A grown woman sitting on a toilet and bringing herself off, legs spread wide!  Theyd have seen everything, Sal, everything!”


She cried out in misery, looking around for an escape.  “You cant find the way out, Sal.  Theyre everywhere.  Theres loads of them, all laughing at you.  Tell me how you feel.”


“Oh Im so ashamed! I cant believe Id do that.  I was sure Id locked the door.  How did it open?  Oh God, what am I going to do?”  She wailed.


Beads of sweat had broken out on her brow, she looked close to tears.  I enjoyed her distress for a few moments longer, then relaxed her and told her that she had imagined the whole scene.


Next I sent her upstairs to dress. She came back down some minutes later wearing exactly what Id told her to wear, light coloured blouse, pale grey trousers, sensible shoes.  Then I gave her the scenario. 


“Sally, youre at work. Its a really busy day, and youve lots of things to do.  Youve no time to take a break, not even to go to the toilet, understand?”


“Yes.”


“Youve got to get lots of things done for Mr. Wilkinson, and you know how angry he gets if the work isnt done, dont you?”


She shuddered, “Yes.  He gets ever so angry. Oh God, he makes me so nervous.”


“Youve worked really hard all morning Sal, you havent stopped.  In fact, youre desperate to go to the toilet Sal, you really need to pee.”


She shifted around uncomfortably.


“But Mr. Wilkinson wants to see you in his office.  Youve given him the wrong files.  Its the third time today youve given him the wrong papers, and hes really angry with you.  You desperately want to go to the toilet, but you dont dare keep him waiting.  Youll tell yourself you can hold it in, you can hang on until you get out of his office, understand?”


“Yes.”  She said through gritted teeth.


“But he just keeps on and on at you Sal, making you stand there while he yells at you.  Its getting worse for you.  All you can think of is how much you need to pee, understand?”


“Yes.”  The desperation in her voice clear.


“But when he says the word seminar you wont be able to hold it in any more.  You will have to et it go, but youll try to let just a little go, just to relieve the pressure, and youll try not to let him notice.  If he does see you wetting yourself you will have to let it all go.  Imagine how you will feel if you have to stand in front of him and wet yourself. Imagine the look on his face as he watches you wet yourself.”


She groaned and pressed her knees together tightly.


“When I wake you, you will be in his office, and I will be Mr. Wilkinson.”  I moved us both to the dining room, where I sat behind the table, making Sally stand in front of me.  Then I counted her awake.  As soon as she was fully conscious she began to squeeze her thighs together, her teeth gritted.  I began to rant at her.


“Sally, this is ridiculous!  Three times today I have asked you for the final year accounts for last year, and three times youve brought me the wrong papers.”


“Yes Mr. Wilkinson.  Im very sorry Mr. Wilkinson.” Her voice strained, barely a whisper.


“Yes, well sorry doesnt get the job done, does it Sally?”


“No, Mr. Wilkinson.”


No Mr. Wilkinson” I mocked cruelly, savouring her evident discomfort.  “So what are you going to do about it, Sally?  I mean, Ive got just over a week to get the figures ready for the departmental seminar next week.”  She let out a small whimper, “A seminar, I might add, which could shape all our futures.” Another whimper.  I looked up at her.  She had clamped her thighs so tightly together that no sign of her incontinence was visible.  “As I say, this seminar is very important. To all of us.” She gasped.  “Its far more important than the seminar we had last week, as seminars go, that was tame.  This is a seminar with serious importance.”  I ranted on. 


I glanced up at her.   Her face was contorted in concentration and misery, her thighs tightly clamped. Now, however, there was a telltale dark grey patch on the crotch of her trousers.  I pretended to look shocked.  “Good God, Sally, have you wet yourself or something?”


She dropped her head into her hands, her shoulders shook, and the dark stain began to spread and widen.  As it expanded down both of her thighs I compounded her misery.  I laughed at her abject misery, then barked, “Dear God woman, pull yourself together!  Youre wetting yourself like some little girl.  Have you no self respect or decency woman?”


“Im sorry.” She wailed, as the stain spread still further, “I cant help it Im really, really sorry, Mr. Wilkinson.”


I looked at her and grinned. She was completely humiliated. Shamed in such a personal and feminine way before her arch tormentor.  I enjoyed her misery for a few moments more, before putting her under again.  Once more, I told her that she had imagined the entire episode, then sent her back upstairs to change.


By the time she came down again, wearing T-shirt and jeans, I had another plan in mind for her.  I sent her back upstairs to find her vibrator.  When she reappeared I gave her a new scenario.


“Sally, I want you to imagine that youre at home, alone.  Its the middle of the day, no one is about and youre feeling incredibly randy, understand?”


She sighed, then let out a small groan, “Yes.”  She said breathlessly.


“Imagine that the girls and I will be out for hours yet. Youve got all the time in the world.  Youre so randy, Sal.  Youve got to relieve yourself.”


She sighed again, her hand dropping to her crotch.  She began to rub between her legs, spreading them wide apart as she slumped down in the chair.  She cupped her tits, squeezing them, stroking her nipples, which soon began to stiffen visibly.


I leant in close to her and whispered, “Why dont you spread yourself out on the floor, Sal?  Wouldnt it be nice to just spread out and pleasure yourself?”


“Mmmm! Oh, yes!” She breathed.  She began to undress at once.  Her T-shirt was pulled over her head and dropped to one side, followed quickly by her bra.  She cupped and weighed each breast in turn, lifting it so she could lick at her engorged nipples.  Then she pushed down her jeans and knickers in one smooth movement and kicked them away.


She knelt slowly, then lay on her back and spread her legs. I could see her pussy lips glistening wet already!  She continued to stroke her breasts with one hand, but dropped the other and began to run her fingers along her slit.  She pushed two fingers into her wet hole and groaned with pleasure, pushing her hips up to meet her fingers.  She slowly began to fuck herself, eyes closed, concentrating intently.


“Tell me what youre imagining.”


“Im with you.  Youre stroking my body, making me feel so deliciously sexy.  Oh its wonderful!”


“Keep going Sal.  Why not use your vibrator?”


Without a word she reached for the slim plastic shaft, slipped it into herself effortlessly. She let out a long, low moan as she switched it on, began to slowly fuck herself with the toy.  I could see it glisten with her juices.


“Dont forget the back door Sal! You know how much you like it there.” I urged.  Her brow furrowed with concentration as she reached down and pushed a finger into her arse, then began to grind her hips down onto the toy and her fingers.  I watched in delight as she writhed around in the throes of ecstasy.


“Youre getting really close now, arent you?”


“Yes.” She whined, “Oh God, yes!”


“Youre really hot now.  You couldnt stop even if you wanted to!  Nothing matters now Sal, youve got to come, understand?”


“Mmmm. Yes. Oh God, yes!”  Her hips were off the floor now, her right hand busily thrusting the toy in and out of her hot pussy, her left pushing a finger deep into her arse.


“I want you to imagine that you open your eyes and see two men peering through the window at you, Sal.  Its the window cleaners, the ones who are always making suggestive remarks to you, the ones you dont like, Sal.  Theyre watching you as you play with yourself Sal.  Watching and laughing. Cheering. Theyre making all sorts of rude and disgusting remarks Sal.”


She opened her eyes and let out a shriek of alarm and panic.  Her legs snapped shut and she turned on her side to cover her body from view.


“You cant stop, Sal.  You have to come.”


“I, oh God! Oh I cant! Oh God, no!”


“You have to carry on Sal, you have no choice!”


She began to sob, her knees drawn up protectively.  “You must carry on Sal. You have to come.  Nothing else matters.”


She closed her eyes tightly and bit down on her bottom lip.  Then slowly rolled back onto her back and opened her legs.  She began to slide the vibrator in and out again, tears rolling down her face.


“Thats better!”  I grinned.  “Now carry on the way you were.  Including what you were doing to your bottom, Sal.  You have to do it, Sal.  You have no choice.”


With another groan of misery she slipped her hand down and pushed a finger into her bottom again.  She began to grind her hips again, this time her gasps and moans of pleasure were mixed with groans of misery as I tormented her with visions of the window cleaners watching her.


“They are still watching you, Sal.  They can see everything!  Youre putting on a great show for them, Sal.  Theyre loving it.  They are laughing and cheering you Sal.  One of them has his cock out.  Hes wanking himself off watching you playing with yourself.  Youre getting closer and closer now, Sal.  Theyre going to watch you bring yourself to orgasm.”


She let out another wail of dismay.  Her eyes were red and swollen, her face flushed with shame and embarrassment.


“The only way you can come is for them to see absolutely everything, Sal.  You have to spread your legs as wide as you can so that they can see what youre doing, and they have to see that youve got your finger up your bottom too.  Thats the only way you can come, Sal, and you have to come, you need to come, desperately!”


She threw her legs wide apart and thrust her hips up to the imagined audience, turning her head away as she did so.


“You have to look at them, Sal.  You have to see them watching you, its the only way you can come.  Open your eyes and look at them Sal, see them laughing at you.”


Her eyes flew open, feverish, desperate.  Her hands were a blur, shafting the toy into her pussy and driving her finger into her arse.  I made her stay there for almost a minute, prolonging her imagined shame until I thought her little brain was about to explode.  Then I leaned in to her and said,  “I think its about time you brought the show to a close.  You can come now Sal.”


Her body shook with a series of powerful tremors, and then she closed her eyes, clamped her legs together and rolled onto her side, bringing her knees up and into her body as she did so.  As her powerful orgasm subsided she began to shake with deep and bitter sobs which racked her entire body.  I quickly put her under and calmed her down.  Once again I told her that she would think she had imagined the entire scene.  Then I told her to go upstairs and recover.  I told her that when she went to bed that night the images she would see would be of the schoolgirls laughing at her, of Mr. Wilkinson watching as she wet herself, and of the window cleaners watching as she brought herself to orgasm.  All of the images would arouse her, and she would have to bring herself off yet again, whilst thinking of her shame and humiliation.


She went up the stairs on weak and shaky legs.  When she came down some time later she looked shattered.  “Do you mind if I go to bed, love?”  She asked wearily, “I feel so tired, I dont know whats come over me.”


“Sure thing love.”  I murmured lovingly, “You have the spare bed tonight.  Get a good nights sleep. Ill see you in the morning.”  She gave me a brief kiss, then went off to her own private nightmare!  I smiled to myself, poured myself a scotch and began to plan the next entertainment.


As I pondered, it occurred to me that I was playing Russian roulette, particularly with Helen.  Sally was on the pill, and Sandra wasnt capable of getting pregnant yet, but Helen could conceive at any time.  And with what I had planned it was a real problem. I decided to call on Dave.


He agreed at once, of course.  “Sure thing!  You just drop the pretty little pussy down to the surgery after ten in the morning so that I can examine her!  Hey, you will make sure shes properly primed, wont you?”


“Dont worry, shell do anything you say, without question.”


“You gonna stay and watch again?”


“Not this time, Ive got other stuff to do.  You can have her to yourself tomorrow.  How long do you want her for?”


“An hour should be long enough.  Hey, when am I going to get to play with the other little minx?”


“Soon, Dave, dont worry, youll have your fun with her real soon.  When am I going to start working at your place?” 


“Yeah, sorry about that, bit of a mix up with the tax man. Why not start next Thursday?”


“Suits me.”


“Cool.  See you after ten.”


Job done!


Straight after breakfast on Saturday morning I took Helen to one side, put her under, and delivered her programming for the day.  I told her that she needed to be on the pill so that we could carry on having our special relationship. I explained that Doctor Ritchie would make sure she was healthy enough to be on the pill, and that she would have to follow his instructions to the letter.  Whatever he told her to do she would have to do, because otherwise he wouldnt let her have the pill and we would have to stop what we were doing.


She looked extremely anxious at the thought of losing me, and promised faithfully to do whatever the doctor ordered.  I smiled at her urgency, and at the thought of what Dave would do to her once he had her alone.  I explained to Sally what was happening, and naturally she agreed that it was in everyones best interest.


“Youre such a good, caring man, Steve.  Whatever would I do without you?”  She dripped.


Shortly before ten I began the drive to the surgery, with Helen nervously sitting next to me in the car.  She said almost nothing during the entire journey, and when we arrived she looked pale and nervous.  She followed me into the waiting area and watched as Dave and I exchanged greetings and sorted out a few last minute details for my own treatment sessions, which were to begin that week.  Then I turned to Helen.


“You go with Doctor Ritchie now, and remember what I said to you.”


“I will Steve.”  She said in a quiet, timid voice, “I promise.”


Dave grinned at me lecherously, then took hold of Helens hand and led her to the consulting room door.  “See you in about an hour, then.”  He grinned, then winked conspiratorially.  I grinned back, then set off back to the car.


I sat in my car and made a few calls on my mobile.  The first was to Sally.  I put her under, then gave her the final instructions which would trigger what was to happen next, then I phoned Richard.  I had told him to expect my call, and to go somewhere quiet to speak to me.  As soon as he heard my voice he said, “Hang on a minute, Steve.”  I could hear him moving around his house, obviously going to his study.  Finally he cam back on the line. “OK, ready Steve.”  He said.


I began to trigger his programming.  “Richard, youve been really good to Sally all these years, havent you?”


“Well, I dont know about that.”  He laughed, “Half the time I dont think she even likes me.”


“No, I suppose not.  And thats even more to your credit, isnt it?  All youve done for her, and she doesnt even like you.  And shes never shown any gratitude, has she?”


“Gratitude?  Well, I er, I dont know really …”


“I mean, you let her live in that house completely rent free, for years and years.  Not a hint of a thanks, nothing.”


There was a pause on the line as his programming licked in.  “I suppose youre right, Steve.  I mean, when she split from David I wanted to do all I could to help her and the girls …”


“Thats right.  You did all you could to help her, even letting her live in that house, your house, rent-free.  Thats right, isnt it?”


“I suppose so.”


“How long has she been there now?”


“Must be a couple of years, I suppose.”


“A couple of years.  And not a penny of rent paid.  Just imagine what you could get for that place!  Shes sitting on a gold mine there.”


“Youre right, that place is worth a fortune!”


“It wouldnt be so bad if she was a good friend of yours, would it Richard?  But she isnt, is she?  She never wants to talk to you, never invites you round for a drink.  And remember the dirty looks she gave you when you were looking down her top?”


“Do I remember?  God!  She made me feel like a right pervert!”


“Exactly!  There she was, flashing it all about for anyone to see, and all you did was have a quick look.  Anyone would.  Its perfectly natural.  And if she was any kind of friend, shed have thought nothing of it.”


“Yeah, right!”


“But instead, she made you feel like it was you who was in the wrong!  And after all youve done for her.”


“Yeah.  After all Ive done for her.”


I carried on goading him for a few more minutes, laughing to myself as he became angrier and angrier.  Finally, I gave him his cue.


“You know what you should do?”  I asked.


“No, what?”


“You should go round there now.  Tell her that she has to move out, that you cant afford to let her live rent-free anymore.  Tell her that if she wants to stay living there shell have to pay the going rate, thats £1000 per month.  Theres no reason why that free-loader should be a burden on you any more, Richard.”


“Youre right.  Thats what Ill do.  Ill go and see her now.”


Before I ended the call I gave him a few more instructions, then sat back and waited for Dave to finish having his fun with Helen.


Dave was obviously having a great time, because it was almost an hour and a half later that my phone rang.  His voice sounded bright and cheerful.  “Ready when you are.” He chuckled.


“Have a good time?”  I asked, needlessly.


I did, I dont know about the young lady!”  He laughed.


“Ill be right in.”


As I entered the surgery I could see Helen sitting in the waiting room.  She looked pale.  When she saw me relief flooded across her face and I thought for a moment she was going to cry.  “Everything ok?”  I asked brightly.


“Fine.”  She said quietly, “Can we go now?”


“Just a moment, I want to speak to Doctor Ritchie.” I was sure she shuddered at the mention of his name.  I went into his room.  “Have fun?”


“Jesus, yes!  She is one of the best pieces of arse Ive ever had.  Shit! Youve got to bring her back for some more, mate, its positively unfriendly to keep her to yourself!”


“Ill see what I can do.  See you Thursday, right?”


“Thursday it is.  See you mate!”


Helen followed me to the car without a word.  I could hardly wait to hear what had gone on.  As soon as we were in the car I asked her what had happened.


“I dont want to talk about it, Steve.  Can we go please?”  She said nervously.  I put her under, made a few adjustments to her psyche, then asked her again.


“Well we went into his room.”  She began nervously.  “And he made some notes.  Then he made me get undressed.  I had to take everything off.  Then he just sat there and looked at me for ages.  Then I had to turn around and he looked at me again.  Then he made me bend over, and I had to open my legs really, really wide. He kept making me open them wider and wider until they really hurt.  Then I had to stand up and he made me jump up and down and do star jumps.  He kept me doing that for ages and I was really out of breath.”


“Go on.”


“Then he made me go over his lap, like you do with me when youre cross and youre going to spank me.”


“Did he spank you?”


“Yes.”  She sobbed.  “He said I was a really rude little girl to want this pill.  He said I should be ashamed of myself and that I needed to be taught a lesson.  He smacked my bottom really hard until I was crying, and then he said if I didnt stop making so much noise he wouldnt let me have the pill anyway.  I put my hand in my mouth to stop the noise, and he just kept on slapping my bottom.  And then he started to stroke my bottom, over and over again.  Then he started to say really weird stuff, like, You have got a really cute arse, Helen. And, I like to see a nice young arse like yours spanked until its pink.  Stuff like that.  It was weird, and I didnt like it.”


“Then what?”


“I was still over his knee, and he made me open my legs wide again.  Then he started to stroke my, er, my pussy.”  She sobbed.  “He kept stroking it.  Then he put both hands down there and he pulled me wide open.  Then he put his finger inside and began to tickle me.  And then he found my button and he began to stroke it.  Then he pinched it and was rubbing it, really hard.  And then, as he was playing with my button he pushed his thumb inside me, and began to wriggle it around inside me.  He kept on doing that for ages, and he started to ask me if I liked it, and did I play with myself.”


“And what did you tell him?”


“I said I didnt, but he said he didnt believe me, and if I didnt tell the truth I couldnt have the pill, so I had to admit it, and then he wanted to know what I thought about when I was doing it, and how often I did it.  And he asked me if I had any toys.  I didnt know what he meant, but when he said about a vibrator I tried to deny it, but he made me tell him all about it, and how you and mum showed me how to use it, and how I did it with Sandra.  Oh God, it was awful.”


I grinned to myself.  Dave had really enjoyed himself today! “What happened next?”


“Well then he wanted to see me playing with myself, and he made me lie on this bed thing, and I had to open my legs wide and play with myself, and he said I had to do that until I came.  And he sat there at the end of the bed and watched me.  And then, when I was getting close, he came over to me and he pushed his finger into my pussy, and I was all wet because of what Id been doing and he laughed at me and called me a hot little bitch.  And then he asked if Id ever had it up my bottom, and I said no, and he put his finger down there and started to push it into me. And then he made me carry on playing with myself while he had a finger in my pussy and another one in my bottom.”


“Did you come?”


“Yes!” She sobbed.  “And as I started to come he leaned over and started to suck one of my nipples.  Oh Steve, I felt so ashamed.”


“Tell me the rest.”


“Well then he went over to his desk, and he dropped his trousers and his boxers and sat in his big, leather chair, and he called me over to him.  He asked me if Id ever sucked a cock, and I told him Id sucked yours, and he told me to suck his, and so I knelt down between his legs and started to suck him.  He got really, really hard and he made me suck him for ages.  And then he made me stroke his cock while I licked his balls, and he made me do that for a long time too.  And then he told me to lie back on the bed and spread my legs, and he was saying all sorts of really rude things.”


“Like what?”


She drew in a ragged breath. “He started to pull the hairs on my pussy, and he was saying Youve got a really pretty little quim, havent you Helen?  Thats what he kept calling it, my quim.  Ive never heard that word before. And he made me stroke and squeeze my boobs, and he said I had nice tits, and he said he liked to see me stroking my nipples, he kept saying, play with your nips, play with your nips. And he made me pinch them until it hurt, and when I cried out he laughed and said if I didnt do it harder hed do it for me.  And then he lay on top of me and he pushed his cock into me, and…”


She sobbed again. 


“Go on.” I urged.


She swallowed hard.  “He made me say lots of really nasty things.”


“Like?”


“He made me say I like a nice hard cock up my cunt. And, I love it when I get fucked. And all the time he was doing it to me.  And then he made me get up and bend over the bed, and he pushed it into me from behind and he started to squeeze my boobs again, and I had to keep saying all those dirty things.  And then I felt him come inside me, and I thought that would be the end of it, but afterwards he made me lick his cock until it was clean, and then he made me bend over the bed again and he started to lick my bottom.”


“Really?”


“Yes. He pushed his tongue right in there.  And he asked me if I liked it, and I said I didnt know, and he laughed, and asked if Id like it if he put his cock up there, and I said no, and he said how would I like to lick his bottom too.”


“What did you say?”


“I didnt know what to say.  And just then he pushed his finger into my bottom again, and it was in there for ages, and then, when he took it out, he made me lick it clean.  Oh God, Steve, I dont have to see him again, do I?”


“Well yes, Helen, Im afraid you do.  You see, most doctors wont give the pill to someone your age, so we need to be nice to Doctor Ritchie.”


She looked at me, horrified.  “When?  I mean, when do I have to se him again?  Will you be there next time Steve, please?” 


She was starting to panic. I pulled over and put her under, gave her some re-programming, and woke her.


“Youre being really silly, Helen.  Doctor Ritchie had every right to treat you like that.  Its no more than you deserve after all, isnt it?”


“I suppose so.” She sniffed, “If you say so Steve.” 


“I do say so.  In fact I should be really cross with you for making such a fuss. I dont know what Doctor Ritchie will make of you, complaining and moaning, especially when I told him how you like to have your bottom smacked.”


“You told him that?”  She cried,  “But why, Steve?”


“Because hes a doctor, and I thought he should know. Now stop being so silly.  Honestly, Helen, if Id thought for a moment you were going to be such a little girl about all of this I wouldnt have bothered to take you there, Id have just said no more fun and left it at that.”


“Im really sorry Steve.  I promise Ill behave next time, I wont let you down again, I promise.”


“Well see that you dont, because if you do were finished, got that?”


“Yes Steve.”  She said, miserably. 


I put her under again.  “When we get home I want you to go to your room and re-live everything that happened today in your mind.  You will play with your pussy while you remember, and when you orgasm you will think of Doctor Ritchie spanking you, watching you play with yourself and pushing his cock into you, understand?”


“Yes Steve.”  She shuffled slightly in her seat, no doubt a result of the memory of Daves spanking, but was silent for the rest of the journey home.


As soon as we arrived home Helen ran up to her room.  Sandra was nowhere to be seen. I found Sally in the dining room.  She looked pale and tense.


“Whats wrong?” I said.


“What?”  She said, startled, “Oh, nothing, nothing at all.  How was Helen?”


“Oh, she got embarrassed at being examined but shell get over it.”  I smiled.


“Good.”  She said, absent-mindedly.  I smiled to myself.  Richard had obviously made his point.  I sat back and waited for the next instalment, which I knew would be played out that that evening.


Sally was out of sorts all afternoon.  Sometimes vague and unfocused, other times short tempered and irritable.  By seven oclock she had cleared the dishes from our evening meal and sent the girls to their rooms with strict instructions not to come down without permission.  They both went meekly, knowing better than to argue with Sally when she was in that kind of mood.


At seven-fifteen there was a knock at the door.  Sally flinched as if struck, then stood slowly and walked to the door.  I heard her open the door, then heard Richards voice, “Ive come for an answer, Sally.” He snapped.


“Youd better come in.”  She said timidly.


He followed her into the living room.  Neither of them paid any attention to me.  They were programmed not to see or hear me unless I spoke directly to them.  Richard strode confidently to the sofa, sat down without being invited.


“Well?  Whats it to be?” He demanded. 


Sally stood nervously, her hands knotted together, twisting anxiously.  “Richard, please, this has come as a bit of a shock.  I thought we had an arrangement.”  She said pleadingly.


“An arrangement, yes!” He snorted.  “A sort of fifty-fifty arrangement, I suppose you could call it.  You get the inside of the house, I get the outside, is that what you meant?”


“No, please, Richard, please let me finish. I thought you were going to let me stay here until I could afford somewhere decent.”


“I let you stay here out of charity, Sally. When my friend David left, I took it upon myself to let his wife and kids stay here, at my expense.  I was half-hoping hed be back, but thats not going to happen and we both know it.  Anyway, I cant afford to keep you in luxury, Sally, so things have got to change.”


“But why now?  I dont understand.”


“Davids got a new woman, hasnt he?  That means he wont be back here.  That means Im supporting you and your kids to the tune of £1,000 a month, for no good reason.”


Sally looked desperate, as well she should, I had spent several weeks programming her!  I knew exactly what she was thinking, knew precisely what she would do next.


She took a deep breath to steady her nerves.  “You say David was, is, your friend, but what about me, Richard? Weve always been friends, havent we?”


“You and me, friends?”  He snapped, “Dont make me laugh!  You cant stand the sight of me, you now you cant.  You never want to speak to me, you wont speak to Donna or my kids.  When I look at you, you treat me like Im some sort of low-life.  Be honest, youve always thought of yourself as too good to be friends with the likes of me, havent you?”


“No!  No, Richard, youre wrong, really you are.”  She insisted, “Maybe we didnt always get on well because you were Davids friend, and when things went bad between us I thought youd take his side.  But I never wanted to offend you, Richard, I promise I didnt.”  She had gone very pale.  She was staking everything on the next few minutes. “And I really am ever so grateful for all youve done for me, done for us.”


“Youve never even tried to be friendly.  Not once have you invited me round for a drink or suggested we go out for a meal.  Not once.”


She sat on the sofa next to him.  “Im sorry Richard, I really am.  If you let me stay Ill do my best to be a good friend to you, I really will.”


He smiled at her, knowing hed won, knowing her surrender would be unconditional.  I could see him savouring the moment, delaying the final victory, playing with her like a cat plays with a mouse.  “Oh yes, and just what kind of a friend will you be, Sally? If I let you stay, of course?”


Her hands were knotted tightly in her lap, her head down, her body a tightly wound nervous knot.  “I, er, dont understand what you mean, Richard.” She said quietly.


“Of course you do.”  He said, smiling.  “You know exactly what I mean, Sally.  Youve seen me looking at you, sure you have.  You know what kind of a friend I want, Sally.  The question is, are you willing to be that friend?”  He sat back, supremely confident, knowing what the eventual answer would be.


“Richard, I, er, dont really think, I er, that is, I mean …”  She looked like some poor small animal, caught in a trap with no way out.  I almost felt sorry for her!


“OK.  Ill spell it out for you, shall I?  Youre a fine looking woman, Sally, Ive always thought so.”


“Richard, please, dont.”


“But youve always looked down your nose at me.  Always thought you were a cut above us. Now look at you.  Begging me to let you stay on here, desperate for me to be a good friend to you, like Ive always been.  So what I want to know is, how grateful would you be if I let you stay?”


“Please, Richard.”  Her voice barely a whisper.


“Let me put it like this.  If I were to let you stay, Id expect you to be the kind of friend Ive always wanted you to be, a really close friend, a feminine friend.”


“But what about Donna?” She asked, hoping this would provide an escape, “Surely you wouldnt want to do anything to hurt her?


“No, but she neednt know.  Same goes for Steve.  Trust me, hell never know.  On the other hand, how will Steve like it if he has to move with you to some squalid little two room flat on a rough estate? Just how long do you think hell hang around then?”


“He wouldnt leave me, I know he wouldnt.”  She said defiantly.  I chuckled at her defence of me.


“Want to bet on that?” He paused for dramatic effect, “No, I see you dont.  The way I see it, you dont have a choice.  You cant afford the rent on a place like this, Steve wont help you with money, so you can either move out, or, make it worth my while keeping you here.  Whats it going to be?”


She took another deep breath, swallowed hard.  “If I say yes, er I mean, if I were to become the kind of friend you want, I could stay.  Is that what youre saying?”


“Exactly.”  He beamed smugly.


“And so once a month, youd come to me, or Id meet you somewhere, or …”


“Once a month?” He yelled, “Once a fucking month?  Arent you listening?  This place would bring in about a grand a month.  Have you any idea of the high class cunt I could buy with that kind of money?”


She looked shocked at his words. “Well, I, er …”


“Listen to me, if youre going to stay here youll have to make yourself available to me whenever, and wherever I like, understand?”


“But that would be like you …”


“Owned you, yes, thats exactly what it would be like.  Take your choice, Sally.  Either you become very, very friendly indeed, or you can start looking for another place.  Now Im tired of beating around the bush here, I want an answer, and I want it now.  Are you going to be nice to me, or am I getting new neighbours?”  He looked at her intently.  He knew he was going to win, was enjoying watching her agonies.  “Well?” He said quietly.


She drew in a ragged breath.  “And you promise Steve will never know?” She said quietly.


“Absolutely.  Do we have deal?”  She nodded her head almost imperceptibly.  “Excellent!” He beamed, rubbing his hands together.  “Right then, lets make a start, shall we?  Do you want to do it here, or shall we go upstairs?”  He asked, smugly. Without waiting for an answer from Sally he said, “Upstairs, I think.  No need to be like animals about this, is there?”  He stood up briskly and made for the stairs.  As he reached the door he turned and said, “Come on then, I havent got all night, you know!”


She stood slowly and followed him up the stairs.  Naturally, I followed too.  So far my plan was working to perfection.  Richard walked boldly up the stairs and into her bedroom, looking around him as he went. When Sally made it to the bedroom door she hesitated for a moment. 


“Will you come on?”  He snapped, “Unless you want to cancel the deal and find that little flat?”


She moved silently into the room, closing the door behind her, then stood in the middle of the room and waited.


“Youve turned this place into a really nice home, Sally, well done!”  Richard chuckled.  “And now its time for some fun!  Why dont you slip your things off and let me have a good look at you?” He grinned.  Sally had gone almost ghostly white, her face expressionless.  Richard sat down on the end of the bed, then leant back to enjoy the show.


“Ive always wanted to see you in the raw!”  He laughed, “Never thought Id get the chance though. Come on then, dont keep me waiting any longer.”


Sallys trembling fingers reached for the hem of her T-shirt, began to lift it higher and higher.  Slowly her torso was exposed, and then her firm breasts encased in a simple white bra.  She pulled the T-shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor, then stood as if rooted to the spot.


“Jesus Christ woman, will you get a move on.” Richard hissed.  She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then let it fall down her arms.  She held the cups in place until the very last minute, then let it fall on top of her T-shirt.


“Mmmm! Lovely pair of tits!  I couldnt believe it when I saw you out in the garden the other day in just a vest and knickers.  I got a real good look at your tits that day, did you know? Of course you did, you knew all along I was looking down your top! It wasnt as good as this though.  Yes, a very fine pair indeed! Lets see the rest then.”


Tears began to escape from her eyes as she unfastened the button of her jeans, then pulled down the zip.  She slowly pushed them down, exposing her plain black knickers, then pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them. 


Richard chuckled again. “You surprise me Sally.  White bra and black knickers, not exactly co-ordinated, is it?  You should have a word with my Donna, she always wears matching sets!  Never mind, though, its not as though theyll be on for much longer, is it?”


Sally stood before him wearing only her knickers.  She looked up at him imploringly, hoping against hope for a last minute reprieve.  When she saw that it wasnt going to come she drew in a ragged breath and put her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers.  She closed her eyes, then pushed the flimsy garment down until they fell to her feet.  Then she stood there, naked before him, her hands clasped together in front of her pussy.


“Oh yes! Oh thats very nice, very nice indeed.”  Richard enthused.  “Now get those hands out of the way, I cant see properly.”


She let her hands fall to her sides, her shoulders hunched dejectedly.


“Sally!  Well I never!  What a pretty little shaved cunt!  I never would have thought youd be the type to have a kojak! I always had you down as the neatly trimmed bush type! I must say Im impressed.  Come over here and let me have a good look at you.”


She walked over to him obediently.  He stood up in front of her, his eyes raking up and down her body.  Slowly and deliberately he reached out and cupped her left breast, weighing it.  He ran his fingertips across her nipple, before cupping the right one.  Then he placed both hands on her breasts and began to massage them, squeezing and kneading them.  After a minute or so he walked behind her and his eyes fell to her shapely arse.  He slowly ran his fingertip along the crack, chuckling at her involuntary flinches.


He put both hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him.  Then his eyes travelled down until they came to rest on her shaven mound.  He ran the back of his hand down over her belly until it was resting on her mound, then turned his hand over and slipped a finger between her thighs.  She let out a small whimper but did nothing to resist.


“Thats good, Sally, very good.  You see?  Not so bad, is it?  Now I want you to lie down on the bed and spread those pretty legs while I get undressed.”  He turned and walked to a chair in the corner of the room and started to undress.  Sally moved slowly, as in a stupor, onto the bed and lay on her back.  He glanced over his shoulder as he dropped his trousers.


“Thats it, just there.  Now open those sweet thighs for me, Sally, I want to have a look at your shaven haven!”


She closed her eyes and turned her head away, then slowly parted her thighs, keeping her legs flat on the bed.


“Come on Sally, you can do better than that!  Imagine its Steve here.  Youd put on a better show than that for him, wouldnt you?  Come on, lets see a bit of a welcome for good old Richard!” He laughed at his own joke.  Sally slowly raised her legs, her knees together, then let them fall apart, exposing her smooth, shaven pussy to his hungry gaze.


He turned and walked slowly to wards the bed, his cock already fully erect, taking in the sight of her spread for him.  He sat on the bed next to her and ran his hands over her tits once more, then he began to stroke her thigh, moving slowly higher and higher until he was almost touching her pussy lips.  Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, her fingers twitching, her entire body urging her to run.  Instead she lay there as he took in the view, and then he ran his thumb along her slit.


She shuddered and moaned at his touch, her head turning from side to side.  He ran a fingertip along her slit, then gently pushed it between her lips.  He spread her lips with his fingers, then leant between her legs to inspect the delicate pink folds within.  He began to stroke them, travelling from the entrance to her tunnel up until he found her clit.  He teased the sensitive bud, pulling back the hood and gently stroking the head repeatedly.  When she groaned and moved her hips in response he chuckled again, “There now, thats not so bad is it?  Such a pretty little cunt, nice and tight too!”  He said as he slipped a finger slowly into her.  She whimpered as he penetrated her.


After a few more minutes of torment came the moment she dreaded.  Richard slowly moved between her thighs and positioned himself on top of her.  He took hold of his cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy, then slowly began to drive in.  This time it was his turn to shudder as he felt the walls of her pussy wrap around his cock.  “Jesus Christ you feel good! Oh my God, this is better than I even imagined! Oh fucking hell Im going to enjoy doing you! Ohhhh!


He began to fuck her slowly, driving his cock into her, then slowly pulling out, only to drive in again.  Soon her body began to respond in spite of her, her juices flowing to ease his entrance.  He increased in pace, still driving in up to the hilt, he ducked his head down and sucked her nipples, then pushed his hands down and grabbed hold of the cheeks of her arse, lifting her hips and urging himself into her.  I could see the sweat coating his body as he drove his cock into her repeatedly, grunting with pleasure with each stroke.  Sally simply lay there, limp and unresponsive, her firm breasts shaking with each stroke he made.  Then he began groan with each thrust, “Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Oh fuckin hell yes! Mmmm! Oh, youre one fuckin good screw! Oh yes! Yes! Yes!”  He tensed and I knew he was emptying his load into her.  Sally screwed her face up in misery and disgust as she felt him shooting inside her.  After a few moments he collapsed on top of her, still gasping and moaning.


The two of them lay there, Richard panting and gasping for breath, Sally completely immobile.  After a few more seconds he rolled off her, his face bright pink and covered in a sheen of sweat.  Sally rolled onto her side at once, her back to him.  “Jesus Christ! The number of times Ive wanted to do that!”  He grinned happily.  Her reached over and patted her bars arse, “Nice one, Sally!  Thatll do nicely, for starters of course!”  He got up from the bed and walked casually over to his clothes and started to dress.  “Yes, very nice indeed!  I can understand you being a bit shy to start off with, but in future I want a bit more from you than that. I mean, shagging you once like that was fine, but next time I want more enthusiasm, know what I mean?”


“You got what you wanted, isnt that enough?”  She said through gritted teeth.


Richard looked at her with amusement.  “No, not nearly enough!  You think its worth a grand a month for me to come and fuck a corpse? Not a chance, Sally!  I want you to make it really good for me, do whatever it takes to make me feel special, because if I dont, the deals off, understand?”


Sally looked appalled.  “Just what is it you expect from me, Richard?” She snapped.


“Well you can ditch that fucking attitude for a start.  Dont forget Sally, I can throw you out of here at a moments notice.  I said I wanted a special kind of friend, didnt I?  Not just some bit of stuff wholl open her legs for me when I want her to.  I can get plenty of those already.  No. In future I want you to go at it like you mean it, not just fucking lie there, wishing it was over.  That way, Ill have a good time, and you keep your lovely home.  Do I make myself clear?”


“Yes Richard.”  She said quietly.


“Good girl!” He chuckled.  “Id better be off now.  Ill see you again real soon, Sally. Remember what I said now.”  He blew her a kiss then walked casually from the room.


As soon as he had left Sally ran to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet.  Then she ran the shower and got in, scrubbing herself meticulously.  Once she had finished in the shower she went back onto her bedroom, wearing a simply cotton bathrobe, and sat on the bed dejectedly.  I decided some re-programming was in order and I put her under.


“Sal, how are you feeling?”


“Oh God!  It was awful.” She wailed, “Just awful.  He had his hands all over me.  Just using me like some piece of meat.”


“You didnt like being with him?”


“No!” She shrieked, “I hate him!  It was just so bloody awful, I never want to go near him again.”


I smiled at her misery.  “But you have to, Sal, dont you?  You have to be nice to him or hell make you leave the house, and you dont want that, do you?”


“No.”  She said, miserably.


“So youll carry on being nice to Richard.  In fact, youll have to do even more now, wont you?  He wont be happy just to take you like that again, he wants you to make it really good for him, doesnt he?”


“Yes.”


“And youre going to feel really dirty doing that for him, arent you?”


She nodded.


“But you like doing dirty things, dont you?”


“Not for him.”  She said sullenly. “I hate him.”


“But you will like it from now on, Sal.  Youll feel dirty and cheap and used when youre with him.  Youll feel ashamed and humiliated, but that will turn you on, wont it Sal?”


“I, er….”


“Of course it will.  You like being shamed and humiliated.  It turns you on, doesnt it?”


“Sometimes, I suppose …”


“What did you imagine in bed last night, Sal?”


She stiffened visibly. “I, er, well I.” She took a deep breath, then blurted out, “I imagined being caught by some young girls playing with myself in a toilet.  And then I imagined being in Mr. Wilkinsons office, and I wet myself, and he laughed at me, and then I imagined I was playing with myself in the living room and the window cleaners were watching me, and I couldnt stop, I had to carry on.  Oh God! I felt so ashamed.”


“But you liked it too, didnt you?”


“Well, I, er…”


“Did you play with yourself while you imagined these things?”


“Yes.”  She whispered.


“And you came?”


“Yes.”


“So you imagined doing those things, being humiliated like that, and it turned you on and you played with your pussy until you came?”


“Yes.”


“And tonight, when you go to bed, I want you to think of Richard looking at you, touching you, having you.  You will feel dirty and used, but youll find it very, very exciting too, understand?”


“Yes.”


“And the more you think about Richard using you, making you do all those rude, disgusting things, the more aroused youll become.  Over the next week, when youre with Richard, youll do whatever he asks of you, and more.  Youll shame yourself before him, give yourself to him completely, and youll love how dirty and ashamed it makes you feel, do you understand?”


“Yes.”


“Youll start to like the idea of being his toy, his plaything.  Its all youre good for, really Sally, isnt it?”


“Yes.”


“When I wake you, you will think about what you did with Richard tonight.  Youll feel ashamed, and youll want me to punish you, but you wont be able to tell me why.  Youll just want me to punish you really harshly.  Youll want me to use the cane on you, and youll want me to make it really hurt.  Then youll want to give me the best orgasm ever, just to make up for what you did with Richard.  Is that clear?”


“Yes.”


I told her to count to twenty and then wake up.  By the time she opened her eyes, I was sitting in the kitchen, reading the evening paper.  She stayed in her room for over half an hour, absorbing her new instructions, getting hotter and hotter.  She was entirely mine now, open to any suggestion or instruction I cared to give her.  She was ready for the next phase of my game, a phase which would see her taken to new limits.  Finally, she came down stairs.  She almost crept into the kitchen.  As I looked up she deliberately avoided making eye contact.  I smiled to myself.  She was suffering guilt now, and the next step was to seek absolution. Absolution and punishment!  She made us both coffee, then sat quietly opposite me at the table.


“Steve, I feel like Ive been neglecting you.  Are you ok, my love?”


“Im fine Sal, just fine.”  I smiled at her.  She blushed and looked away.


“You sure youre ok?  I mean, I havent spent much time with you today.  Havent really been there for you.  Id understand it if you were angry or upset with me, really I would, Steve, I wouldnt blame you at all.”


“No, really Sal, Im fine.”  I smiled sweetly at her again, “So what have you been up to today?”


“What? Me? Up to? Nothing, nothing I promise, Steve.”  Her anxiety flashed across her face.  “Are you sure youre not upset with me?”


“Im fine, honestly.  Whats the matter, Sal, you want me to warm your backside for you again?” I laughed. Her face was a picture!


“Yes. I mean no! No, not at all.  Er, unless you think I deserve that Steve?  That would be different all together.  I mean, if you think I deserve to be punished of course I wouldnt argue with you, my love!”  She smiled at me breathlessly.


“Jesus, Sal!  Anyone would think youd like me to take you to the garage and cane your arse until you couldnt sit properly!” I laughed again, noting how her face flushed pink.  She laughed too, unconvincingly.


“Would you like to do that, Steve?  Would you like to cane me like that?” She asked urgently.


“Well, I certainly enjoyed it the other night!  You have a very spankable arse, Sal, and it looks even better with some nice red stripes across it!”


She smiled nervously.  “Well then, why dont you?  I could go to the garage now and wait for you, and you come in when youre ready and do whatever you want to me.  Shall I do that, Steve?”


“You really want me to cane your arse, dont you?”  I grinned at her.


She had gone pale, she was avoiding eye contact again.  “Maybe I deserve it.”  She said quietly.


“Oh really, and what awful crime have you committed now, Sal? Come on, I want to know.”  I was thoroughly enjoying teasing her.


“Nothing! No, really, I havent done anything at all.  I just thought you might like to do that to me, thats all.  You know how turned on I get by all that stuff!”  She flashed a nervous smile at me, then looked away again.  I decided to put her put of her misery.


“OK Sal, you take yourself off to the garage and wait for me there. I want you stark naked when I get there, and have the cane ready, understand?”


“Yes Steve.”  She said breathlessly as she practically bolted for the door.  I smiled again, then resumed reading the paper and drinking my coffee.  Twenty minutes later I made my way to the garage.  I opened the door to see her standing there, waiting.  She was completely naked, her clothes folded neatly and stacked on a shelf.  She held out the cane to me with both hands, her head bowed.  I took it from her slowly, deliberately, then gave a few practice sweeps.  She flinched as it sang through the air.  I reached out and played with her nipples, which had become stiff in the cold air of the garage.  She shuddered at my touch.


“Now then, where would be best to have you?”  I mused.  Sally shivered.  “I could make you bend over the workbench there, or I could have you over the bonnet of the car.  Yes! That would be nice, wouldnt it?  You bent over my car while I punish you.  What do you think Sal?”


“Its up to you, Steve.  Ill do whatever you say.”


I walked behind her, cupped each cheek of her arse in turn.  “Its going to hurt this time, you know? Last time was just for fun, but tonight I think well take it a little further.  OK by you?”  She nodded.  I looked around the garage, found an old wooden chair and pulled it into the required position.


“Right then, bend over that.  Feet apart, on tip-toe, and stick your bum as high up as you can.”  She obeyed at once, sticking her pretty arse up at me.  She looked round at me with fearful eyes as I took up position.  “I think Ill give you six of the best tonight, Sal.  And youre going to count each and every one, got that?”


“Yes Steve.” Her voice trembled.


I placed the cane against the smooth skin of her arse.  She flinched at the touch, but didnt move.  Then I raised it and brought it down swiftly, catching her right in the middle of each cheek.  She gasped with shock at the sudden hot pain but made no effort to get up.


“One.  Thank you Steve.”  She said in a thin voice.  I smiled again, then brought the cane down hard for the second stroke.  She gasped again, then held her breath, trying desperately to compose herself.  I lifted the cane and examined my work.  Two bright red welts lay across her arse.  “Two, thank you Steve.”  She said, close to tears.


I stepped forward and ran my hand across her cheeks, feeling the heat beneath the welts.  She shuddered again.


By the time I had delivered number four she was wriggling her hips trying to alleviate the stinging, her breath was coming in ragged sobs and tears were flowing freely down her face.  She could hardly speak to call out the count, but somehow managed it.


I positioned the cane for stroke five, took aim, and hit her with my hardest stroke yet, catching her right at the top of her thighs.  She shrieked with pain as it connected, her hands clutching at her tormented skin, dancing around from one foot to the other, her tits jigging beautifully!


“Call it, Sal.”  I ordered.


Still dancing, she sobbed, “Five, thank you Steve.”  After a moment or two she draped herself back over the chair and waited for the punishment to continue.  I delivered the final blow right across the cheeks of her arse.  Her head flew up in response to the blow, and then dropped again as she sobbed bitterly, “Six, thank you Steve.”


She stayed on position for several moments, seemingly unable or unwilling to move.  I ran my hand across the hot flesh of her arse once more, savouring the heat and the feel of her shudders.  Finally she stood up and turned to face me.  Her eyes were bloodshot, and tears and snot covered her face.  As she turned to me she wiped her face with the back of her hand, then wiped her eyes.


“You sure you enjoyed that?” I grinned.  She managed a weak smile in reply.


“I wouldnt say I enjoyed it so much as I feel better for it!”  She smiled again.  “Thank you Steve.  I love you so much, you know?”


“I know.”  I smiled.


She dropped to her knees in front of me and began to open my trousers.  “Would you like me to suck your lovely big cock now?”


“That would be nice, Sal.” I grinned.  In moments she had brought my cock out and was sucking hungrily on it whilst cupping and stroking my balls.  In moments I was stiff and throbbing.  I looked down at her as she sucked eagerly on my shaft.  If I leaned forward slightly I could clearly see the angry red welts on her arse.  She looked up at me, wide-eyed, then pushed my cock to the back of her throat.


She pulled back for a moment and looked up at me again.  “Oh God Steve! Oh I love you so much.  Id do anything for you, Steve, anything!  How would you like to come, my darling?  Would you like to come in my mouth, or do you want to put your lovely hard cock in my pussy?”


“Where would you like me to put it, Sal?”


She shuddered and groaned softly, “Oh you know where Id like it Steve!  You know I love it when you put it up my arse! Oh Jesus! I get hot just thinking about it!  Shall I tell you a secret?”  She asked with a smile. I nodded, amused and fascinated.  “Sometimes, when I play with myself I put a finger up my bum and pretend youre doing it to me!”


“Nice, Sal!” I grinned.  “Have you ever put your vibrator up your arse?”


Her eyes widened and she shuddered again. “No.”  She said breathlessly, “I dont know why its never occurred to me to do that, but I will now, I promise you!  Would you like to watch me doing that?  Ill do it for you if you want Steve.  Id do anything to please you, I promise I would Steve.”


“Maybe another time, Id love to watch you do that to yourself.  Would you like the girls to watch too?”  She groaned at the thought, then said softly, “If you want me to, I will my darling.”


“I think that would be fun, Sal.  But right now I want to sit down on that chair and have you slip my cock up your arse. Would you like that, Sal?”


“Oh God, Steve! Oh yes please!”


I sat in the chair, so recently used to punish Sallys pretty arse while she ran back to the house to fetch the Vaseline.  She reappeared in moments, breathless from her run to the bedroom and back.  As I watched she began to smear the gel onto her puckered hole, then applied some on my cock.  Then she turned her back to me and lowered herself into position.  She took hold of my shaft and placed my glans at the entrance to her back door, then with a series of sighs and moans she lowered herself onto my cock.  I amused myself by tracing the hot welts on her flesh with my fingers, making her groan and gasp.  She continued to lower herself on to me until I was in her up to the hilt.  And then she began to whimper as she rocked back and forth.  Within moments she came, a shuddering climax, which rocked her entire body.


She paused for a few moments to recover, then turned and looked over her shoulder at me.  “Oh my God, Steve! Every time I feel your cock up my bottom I just come so powerfully! Oh! Its just wonderful.”  She shuddered once more, then began to rock her hips and push them back and forth, fucking my cock eagerly. She reached between her legs and began to stroke my balls. I put my arms around her and began to play with her tits, making her gasp with pleasure.  Then I leaned forward and said in her ear, ”Would you like me to play with your clit?  I bet its crying out for a bit of attention!”


Her entire body shook and she let out a sibilant hiss of pleasure, “Oh yesssssssssssss! Oh yessssssssssssssssss, Steve! Oh please.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”  Then she drove her hips down onto mine, burying my cock deep in her arse.  I reached down and quickly found her button, which was stiff and slick with the juices from her pussy.  She froze in position as I started to play with it, then put her hand over mine and pressed my finger hard onto her little nub.  “Ohhhhhhh! Oh Jesus Christ!  Thats just fantastic!” She wailed, then began to fuck me with even greater urgency.


“Oh Christ Steve! Oh this is so good! Are you going to come in me, Steve?  Shoot your lovely hot stuff into my arse?  Oh do it Steve, please do it. I love it when you come in me Steve. I love to feel your cock shooting your lovely hot jism into me.  Do it to me Steve.  Please. Please. Please. Oh yesssssssssssssssssss!”  She came again, leaning back against me and driving down on my cock with all her weight.  I pushed my hips up to meet her and started to shoot my load deep into her.  She shrieked as her climax intensified, pressing my hand down onto her clit and rocking her hips against it.  My cock pumped spurt after spurt of jism into her.  I could feel her sphincter gripping my cock, squeezing tightly, my orgasm seemed to go on forever.


Finally, we both subsided, gasping and panting for breath.  After a few moments she stood up slowly, her legs shaking visibly, then she immediately fell to her knees, still gasping for breath.  She turned to look at me.  “Was that good for you, my darling?”


I nodded.


“Really?”  She asked, a note of concern in her voice.


“Really!” I chuckled.  “You really put on a display tonight, Sal!  That was great!”


She smiled happily, “I only want to make it good for you, Steve.”


“Well you certainly did that!”  I grinned, then I leaned over and gave her arse a playful slap.  She squealed in surprise and alarm.


“What was that for?”  She laughed.


“Just for fun, Sal.  Just for fun!”


She giggled, “Thats ok then!”  Then she picked up her clothes and disappeared back to the house.


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