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Madame wanda's torture dungeon

MaxConvex — Mon, 22 Apr 2019 20:26:09 UTC

Fetish boots and Bullwhip: Midnight with Madame Wanda
Picture this, a decaying manor house, grimly clinging to its former grandeur,standing isolated deep in the English countryside, and inside it a dominatrix called Wanda blew smoke rings and admired her skinny behind in the full length mirror nailed to the wall of her modest dressing room. Touching six feet in heels, late twenties, Wanda was a pale beauty with exquisite features, tall and willowy, hardly any tits, with her long black hair tied up into a bun, smokey eyes and crimson lips. She looked good, and felt hungry to inflict pain. Her pussy was already tingling at the thought of splitting flesh with her bullwhip, making the little bitch down in the dungeon squeal for mercy. The boxy windowless room, lit gloomily by a low watt bulb, was sparsely furnished and carpet less, containing a solid oak chest of drawers, crammed with bondage clothing, make up and sex toys, with an armless office swivel chair pushed against it. Mozart’s ‘Requiem’ played tinnily on a pair of little speakers connected to her smartphone, helping Wanda focus on the rituals of degradation she was to perform. She stubbed out her cigarette and checked her outfit, pleased with her minimalist choice of wet look leather thigh high boots with kinky heels, black studded body harness with straps covering her nipples with matching waist band and leather garter. The sound of footsteps on the stairs broke her self-absorption. A hard rap on the door.
“Mistress Wanda, it is midnight,” came the gruff voice of the Servant.
Wanda picked up her bullwhip and cracked it in front of the mirror, feeling her power, heels clicking on the concrete floor as she turned and headed for the door.

The cellar was dank and cavernous, used formerly to house a wine collection it had been transformed into an ersatz torture chamber, with a pillory, a wooden framework to secure head and hands mounted on a steel post drilled into the concrete floor, the centrepiece of the makeshift dungeon. Next to it a robust oak table covered with assorted BDSM paraphernalia including bondage mitts and cuffs, nipple clamps, speculums, floggers, butt plugs, spanking paddles and a strap on dildo. Some of the items were still covered with the shit, piss and blood of their previous victims. The cellar was atmospherically lit by half a dozen candelabras, whose long candles had been assiduously set alight by the Servant. A squat, bulky and powerful man with a shaven head, dressed in a white shirt with a Windsor cut and black tie, blood flecked white gloves, grey waistcoat and black trousers, the Servant had worked up a sweat preparing the Slave for Mistress Wanda and he had rolled his sleeves up his beefy arms.
“You have prepared the chamber well,” said Wanda, her accent cut glass aristocratic, honed at stage school years a decade earlier.
“Thank you ma’am,” said the Servant bowing.
She pointed the bullwhip at his bare arms, regarding him disdainfully, “I appreciate the prepping can be arduous, but really we must preserve our standards…”
“The paddle Miss?” asked the Servant hopefully.
Wanda rolled her eyes back theatrically, “Of course…”
The Servant shuffled over to the table and picked up a studded wooden paddle which he obsequiously presented to his Mistress.
“Well hold this,” Wanda said irritably, holding the bullwhip out. ‘And assume the position.”
The Servant took the whip and meekly bent over. Mistress Wanda gave his buttocks one mighty thwack, eliciting a moan that ended with a prolonged ‘Ooh…’
“That was a rather camp ebullition,” said Wanda, arching an eyebrow as they exchanged whip and paddle.
“Go and tidy yourself up. Return promptly in 30 minutes with a cup of Earl Grey.”
“Yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am.”
Mistress Wanda dismissed him with a waft of her free hand. She watched him ascend the stairs and exit out the cellar door. Now for the Captive, groaning on the far side of the chamber. She picked up a candelabrum and went over to meet the flesh.
The Captive was secured to a wooden St Andrew’s cross attached to the far wall, standing on the balls of his feet and facing frontwards in an x shaped position as leather wrist and ankle restraints dug into his meat, moaning softly and rendered mute by a ball gag the Servant had tightened into place. He was an unremarkable and hairy middle aged man running to fat with thinning blonde hair parted at the side. Mistress Wanda stood before him, bullwhip in one hand, candelabra in the other, her repulsion evident as she appraised him.
“Eeww.”
Antipathy wrinkling her perfect visage, Wanda coldly stated, “I am the hammer, you are the anvil.” She flicked his uncircumcised half hard cock with the bullwhip.
“You really are a ghastly little specimen.”
Wanda carefully placed the candelabra down to the side of the Captive so he was clearly lit and dropped the bullwhip on his feet. She took a candle and held the flame near the tip of his cock, just close enough so he feels intense heat but it doesn’t burn his cock. The Captive tried to cross his legs but succeeded only in pointing his knees at each other. Madame Wanda’s derisive laughter echoed around the chamber.
“I’m the best in breed, you know, and here I am with a frightful little commoner for company,” breathed Wanda into his ear.
“I’m beautiful aren’t I, almost flawless. Wouldn’t you love to kiss these full red lips,” said Wanda, licking his cheek and tasting a mix of cologne and moisturiser. The Captive shakes his head obediently, fear and excitement coalescing to create a curiously glazed expression.
“Kisses, bitch,” said Wanda, dripping candle wax onto his chest. She grabbed his cock.
“Aw, little man is hard,” said Wanda, gently masturbating his cock. The Captive looked dreamy eyed, at least until Wanda stretched his cock and trickled wax droplets on it. Eyes popping out of his head, the Captive gave an animalistic grunt. Wanda blew the candle out.
“Now where should I put this?” said Wanda, smearing wax on the Captive’s face. She jammed the candle halfway up his ass which made the Captive piss a bit; Madame Wanda took a burst on her smooth milky thighs. Recoiling, Madame Wanda spat in his face and uttered, “Scum.”
The saliva dripped from his eyebrows
“You’d love to lick that up wouldn’t you, sewer cunt.”
Madame Wanda picked up the bullwhip and retreated a few steps.
“You’re such a piece of shit; I cannot, even though I should, refer to you as my slave.”
She cracked the whip expertly; it had a relatively short thong measuring four feet, and the shock of the sonic boom made the Captive stiffen. The thong just missed his balls.
“The bullwhip originated as a pastoral tool,” said Wanda. “To keep cattle in line. In some ways this is a family heirloom,” said Wanda, almost wistful. She raised the whip and watched the Captive flinch in anticipation. Wanda was amused by this, suppressing her giggles as she shakily raised the whip. Then out of nowhere, crack, she flailed the whip and the thong split open his chest. Wanda stood frozen as she surveyed the deep weal leaking blood, the Captive annihilated but alert enough to sense Madame was surprised by the damage. She dropped the whip and approached him. They stood there staring into each other’s eyes and finally Madame Wanda felt connected, she stroked his face tenderly and whispered, “Slave.”
Madame licked up some blood from his chest and kissed his forehead, the blood mixing with the spit from before and running down his face. Wanda went down on her knees and breathed on his balls. Licking his cock, Wanda gathers his balls in one hand, the Captive writhing and shoving his cock in her face. Wanda bit his ball sac, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to engender a strangulated whimper. Wanda pulls the candle out of his arse and stands upright, scrutinising the mucus speckled with shit.
“I’d like to shove this down your throat but you’d whine like a bitch if I ungagged you. I’m not into a dialogue with a lump of faecal matter.” Wanda smeared the ass mucus on his face. This seemed to amuse the Captive despite his deprivations, his cheeks jiggling around the ball gag. Madame Wanda’s eyes burned red, incandescent with fury she stormed over the table and returned to the Captive with a pair of nipple clamps, two bull clips attached together with a chain. She attached the bull clips to his nipples and yanked hard. The Captive’s eyes rolled back, finding the pain exquisite. Wanda gave another couple of tugs and he twisted and turned like rag doll idly tossed around by a kid.
“So you think you are hardcore, eh, pig twat.”
There was a knock on the cellar door.
“Ah, refreshments. Enter.”
The Servant clumped down the stairs holding a silver tray, on which was a pot of Earl Grey tea, two china cups and a jug of milk. Dutifully he poured his mistress a cup.
She accepted it and sipped it cautiously; noticing the Servant had rolled his sleeves down and secured the cuffs with a lovely pair of gold cufflinks she had presented him with, almost a year to the day, for his loyal and proficient service. Mistress possessed the common touch.
“Excellent Milton, delicious and piping hot. Maybe our guest would like a drink.”
The Servant smiled broadly, “A splash of milk ma’am?”
“I am nothing but merciful.”
The Servant poured a cup and added a splash of milk. Wanda drained her cup and picked up the other.
“This will help revive you, a good old English cuppa.’
Wanda dipped his cock and balls into the brew and it was as if she had delivered an electric shock, the Captive stiffened, every sinew taut, head stretching upwards and his bowels emptying. Wanda observed the excrement hitting the floor with horrified fascination. The Servant looked on blankly; he’d seen it all before.
“Well,” said Wanda, “This is all getting rather distasteful. If only Marge was here, she would….elaborate. Scat is certainly not my bag. Never mind dear, what’s past is prologue. We begin again.”
Wanda kissed the Captive absently on the cheek and turned to the Servant, “Milton, you need to muck out the stable later.”
The Servant assented with a bow.
“Wipe the creature down and stick him in the pillory,” Madame Wanda was at the table, rummaging in a cosmetics bag. She dug out a lipstick and compact mirror.
“If he gets uppity yank his tit chain,” offered Madame.

The Servant undid the Captive’s restraints and he flopped to the floor like a puppet whose strings have been snipped.
“Crawl to the pillory, dog. On all fours like the bitch you are.”
She stuck the toe of a boot up his arse crack to guide him on the way. The Servant picked him up easily and secured his head and wrists in the pillory.
“Face down, ass up. What a sorry fucking spectacle you present. “
Mistress Wanda inspected him contemptuously with narrowed eyes.
“Milton, be a darling and give his arse a wipe, there’s some wet wipes on the table, just get the shit off and dab a bit of blood on,” said Wanda.
The Servant began his task.
“Leave them on the tray I know someone on craigslist who’ll buy them. You’ll be off to the post office with the old jiffy bags again.”
For a second Milton’s loyally sombre demeanour seemed to waver, offering a glimmer of a puzzled reaction shot, but he quickly knuckled down and cleaned the Captive to Madame’s satisfaction.
“Milton, go and wait outside the door. We are at the beginning of the end.”
The Servant nodded and ascended the stairs, crunching the door shut behind him.
“I do wish he wouldn’t bloody slam it,” said Madame Wanda irritably.
“Just I and you again, how the mighty fall, here I am, reduced to working with a recycled turd like your good self.”
Wanda lazily drew the word ‘bitch’ on his forehead in pink lipstick and loosed freezing laughter that resonated within the chamber.
“Look at you. Not quite the big man now are we.”
She showed the Captive his reflection in the mirror. He seemed oddly pleased by it, which irked Wanda and provoked a casual cruelty. Wanda held his nose between thumb and forefinger and watched his face go blue and felt her pussy moisten at the terror in his eyes that seemed eager to slide down his checks like so much melting wax. She released his nose and the Captive snorted air greedily. Wanda delivered a crisply executed slap across his face, startling the Captive and making him piss again, the blow hard enough to mark his left cheek. She turned her attention to his other end, lipsticking ‘SL’ on one arse cheek and ‘UT’ on the other.
“If only your mother could see you now,” mused Wanda. “I’m sure she’d be overwhelmed with pride.’ She picked up a spanking paddle and delivered a ferocious blow to his buttocks, then followed it with four more in swift succession. Wanda stepped back to admire the results of the thrashing, “Your arse is red raw, dear boy.”
Wanda sensed the Captive was near the cosmic connection extreme ritualistic pain and controlled humiliation compelled, spent physically his mind was lost to the stars, time to gently guide him home, to engineer a conclusion. She lubed his anus and slid a butt pug in, playfully wiggling. No real rough stuff now. His cock was rock hard, mind annihilated. Wanda put on her vampire gloves; black leather with metal tacks set into the fingertips, and dragged them slowly down his backs.
“Giving you goosebumps, baby,” breathed Wanda into his ear. She stood behind the Captive and reached around, wanking his prick with her right hand and massaging his balls with her left. Wanda knew silence was what he needed now, to fully process the pleasure after all the pain, to reconnect with the self through orgasm. Wanda felt his balls tighten and gripped his cock hard, masturbating it faster. The Captive was mewling softly and thrusting his cock and then it was all over, three hot spurts as he convulsed. Wanda clocked the decent wad of semen on the concrete floor and thought of another potential craigslist post.
“Milton,” screamed Madame Wanda.

Madame Wanda stepped out of the shower feeling cleansed and half human again. After towelling her hair dry, she slipped into a thigh length cream robe and flopped on the bed. Wanda was always drained after a session but the ridiculous midnight start time the Client had stipulated meant she could barely keep her eyes open as the clock edged towards two in the morning. He must have a gothic streak or it possessed something psychologically symbolic for him concluded Wanda. The Client had paid extra and handsomely for the late commencement of activities and in full up front, a stipulation of Wanda’s to avoid any awkwardness when the act was consummated. He had expressed immense satisfaction with the experience, telling her, once Milton had removed the ball gag, that it had been a mind blowing, transcendent experience and she was the greatest dominatrix he had known, and he had met many. Wanda had accepted the compliment with customary grace and self-deprecation. She had stuck to the bullet pointed notes he had emailed her beforehand scrupulously, with only a few minor deviations, necessary to instil genuine fear and gratitude for mercy, the main one dunking his nuts and balls in a cup of char. Wanda flopped on the bed. The Client was tucked up snugly in one of the guest bedrooms. She knew nothing about him, aside from he was high up in the oil industry and he was loaded. They had to be, you needed serious coin to secure Wanda’s bespoke services. Wanda needed them to be as anonymous as possible so she could treat them in the abstract, like the corporeal commodities they were. Milton had patched the Client’s wounds up, run him a hot bath, got him settled. The Client had declined the offer of beer and sandwiches, instead necking a large brandy and quickly drifting into a deep sleep. In the morning Wanda would breakfast with the Client, no doubt he would be urbane and charming, they usually always were, and after he had finished his buttered kippers and grapefruit Milton would drive the client to the train station in the silver Rolls Royce Phantom VI her father bequeathed to her. All part of the bullshit experience. Wanda yawned and turned off the bedside lamp, forsaking her usual nightcap of large gin and tonic and a cigarette through sheer tiredness and lay staring into the darkness, trying not to think about how genuine fear in the eyes of her Captives really made her wet, how one day she might just…Wanda pushed the thoughts away, selecting something lighter to ruminate on till the blackness swallowed her. One thing that had sincerely perplexed and amused her earlier was the first words the Client had uttered when Milton removed his ball gag. After gulping air, the Captive had asked, ‘Who is Marge?”
“Marge,” Wanda had replied, torching a cigarette, “Is a very dirty girl.”
Smiling to oneself, Wanda allowed the night to soak her up, and she enjoyed the sweetest of dreams, her heels clicking in phantom recesses.

Rough Sex for this Submissive School Administrator Part 1

spreadopen — Tue, 18 Aug 2015 16:22:15 UTC

Hello I am Jean, a 49 year old woman with a terrific body from exercising and eating right, an administrative worker for a local high school. I date regularly but for a few years now all of the men I have been dating have not fulfilled in me what I have always craved. When I was a younger engaged in a lot of sex to men who knew how to satisfy my sexual desire to be used and abused by them for their sexual pleasure. Using me for that purpose is something that really gets me off and is what is important for myself enjoying sex, the rough attention and doing what I am told to do.

I have been married when I was in my 30's, but divorced after a few years for several reasons. A couple being that of my husband’s, but I have to admit a weaknesses of my own concerning sex and the attention I need he did not always provide. What is it with men today? When I was younger I could easily find a man who could satisfy this sexual desire within me, a man with a strong sexual drive and was not apologetic about taking from me what he wanted. Today the men I'm dating seem more apprehensive, less aggressive in fulfilling this as well as my own desire. Is the American male becoming less a real man and more of a cowed individual with a cock he does not know how to use on a amorous woman that will encourage his rough masculine sexual drive within him from a woman like myself who enjoys a man being being that way.

In dating these days, I have had men who actually begged me for sex, which of course I never did being such a real turn off for me. Although I've been fucked and sucked a lot of cock on my dates with some men I have dated, they have not been fulfilling that strong need within me to be treated the way I like it, giving the abuse the humiliation I need so desperately as part of my own pleasure.

But things have changed for me after a few certain events took place at the school last winter. It started out as a rough day at work. Paperwork and my duties there were overwhelming, plus people were parading in and out of the admin office wanting something only made things worst. My headache I had was killing me and by lunch time I was not hungry and decided to get away from things for my half hour lunch break. Taking some pain medicine and going to my car for some quite time to relax from things I felt would be good for me. I knew It was cold and snowing outside on the cars of the parking lot as I grabbed my coat headed towards the car and getting in. I leaned my seat back and rested for a while keeping warm with my coat as my headache eased and I began to feel better. I must have laid there for almost the half hour before I begin to hear voices of some of the young students the school near my car.

Most of the time I don’t listen to them because their generation and mine have not much in common, but hearing a few choice words caught my attention. What I was hearing surprised me but was very exciting and begin to make me warm inside and hang on every word being said. Of the young men talking, one of them was discussing a sexual relationship he was having with one of my co-workers to the other two students, the young man was giving the others details of what both he and she had been doing loud enough that I could hear every word and what I was hearing definitely turned me on and made my pussy wet from his story. They had no idea I was there listening being we were the only ones out there in the parking lot for lunch and not knowing I myself was inside the snow covered car of mine.

Then the conversation began to fade and my curiosity of wanting to know who they were made me crack my car door open enough to see the young men walking away not knowing but now desperately i wanted to know more. I could see them heading into the side entrance of the building as I got out and hurried in the same direction. Entering the side door to my surprise all three were standing inside but stop talking and looked at me as I entered. I smiled at them, saying “Hello” as I continued on but getting a good look at each of them.

Three young handsome man, two of them about 6 feet tall while the other was some what shorter but seemed to be very well-built. But one them that was tall I found to be really attractive with blue eyes and dark hair. They smiled at me as I walked past them with me wondering what they were thinking. As I opened the office door my eyes glanced quickly seeing if they were still watching me, which they were. I returned to my desk but my mind and eyes were on my co-worker looking at her with envy and wanting what she had. All I could think about was what the young man had told his friends about the two of them and how rough the treatment he had given her. Hoping it was that handsome one with the blue eyes that my co-worker was fucking and how he did her. She was younger then me in her upper 30’s, an average body dirty blond female with a large rear and tits and a cute face

Of course the images in my mind of what I heard began to make me feel restless and I could feel myself becoming wet between my legs sitting there. So bad I wanted to touch myself as I agonized and squirmed in my chair for a long time. Finally I had to get out of the office and walking out into the hallway towards the restroom to which I found someone already there which left me frustrated not knowing what to do. I could not get the story out of my mind making me so wet and horny. I needed a place of privacy. Again the thought of my car came to me, quickly I headed back to get my coat. I just grabbed it without a word, which I don't think anyone had noticed and headed out to the parking lot where I knew my car would be a safe place of privacy.

Once inside I reclined the seat back and wasted no time opening up my coat, sliding off skirt and then my wet panties down exposing my hairy pussy to the cool air. As I laid there in the seat, the interior of car with little light I ran my fingers through the warm thick mound of my hair and began rubbing myself. My rubbing quickly got me excited maker me wetter, causing me to press myself into the seat hard as I opened my legs as wide as I could, while my other hand caressed and squeezed my inner thigh with my eyes were tightly closed I fantasized about being used as the subject of their sexual will.

Images filled my mind as I fantasied the young men pounding my ass hard as they fucked me, slapping me, pulling my hair, fucking my mouth with their cocks, slapping my face with them before shooting their hot gooey cum over it while calling me a cunt, slut and a fucking bitch. My fantasies seemed so clear in my mind of how nasty it would be, made my body aching to cum was now closer to reality.With my clit swollen and me ready to cum, I now pushed a finger into my asshole with my other hand fantasizing it a hard cock making me shift myself forward and backward in the seat. I was so hot and sweating as I rubbed faster, making my breath deepen and myself moan.

My thoughts of being used and abused so rough like a cheap fucking slut in serving their male sexual masculinity created a large orgasm for me that my pussy begin to squirt while my body tensed up and I let out a deep squeal. My eyes remained closed, my body feeling drained after my orgasam, that need to cum from what I had created in my mind was now satisfied enough to get me through the rest of my work day without going crazy.

I slipped my skirt back on but not my panties leaving them on the floor because I keep a fresh pair in a locker I have. Not wanting to be out of the office to long and getting out, taking off my coat I could see a large wet spot in the back, throwing it in the car I headed back into the building, no coat and panties with the cold air blowing up my twat, but the orgasm was well worth the exchange for the minute or so of cold weather as I hurried back inside.

My first stop was the facility locker room where I put clean panties on and washed my hands and rearranged my dress. I masturbate at home while watching pornography or reading stories of sex while on the Internet and masturbating in my car is something i have done before in my younger years. Masterbating is something that I do enjoy although to feel a man pounding deep inside of me, his balls slapping me as he shoots his cum inside when using me as his bitch is something I could have used at this time so badly. As I said I masturbate and when I got home this situation created those same fantasies in my mind for me before I went to bed that night. Some men I have dated look at me as being a prude or something because of how I am in public but don't know me and that I love to be a slut or nasty bitch while with men behind closed doors. I have had more then one cock in me many times while at the house parties I have been too over the years needless to say my divorce. But as I am getting older, men I seem to be attracting these days who i have been with have not been the best performers and have been tiresome to me, plus they seem to me more on the gentle side which I do not prefer.

As for the sexual relationship between the student and my co-worker that I envied and fueled my new fantasies was not going to be spoiled by me since I cannot blame her for capturing the attention of a young virile man who treated her as if I would love to be treated. Since I knew of this relationship and what she was up to, I began to notice on some days near the end of the work day, my co-worker would go to the restroom coming back makeup reapplied, perfume, her clothes straighten making herself more presentable at the end of the day. Also I noticed she was not ready to leave as the other women were, ready to go home to their family nor did she come out to the parking lot to her car as the rest of us did. I knew she was married to a man she never talked about. As I found out one day I finally waited for a few minutes outside before returning to the office and not finding her. I decided to wait in my car until she did. She had been inside for a little less then an hour before she came out. Where had she been? As she finally walked out to the parking lot I couldn’t see her face well, but I did not see the redness of her lipstick on her lips anymore that she had on before i had left and her hair some what a mess. I mention this because of what I discovered later.

All of this continued for about a month then I made the discovery which gave me the answer I was looking for. Sitting at my desk one day I leaned over hard in my chair and broke one of the cheap plastic wheels. But up on the second floor we have a classroom which is not used, but instead is being used for storage of desk, tables, chairs, along with a smaller attached room to it where we keep extra school supplies, like pens, pencils, stacks of paper, sticky notes, toner cartridges, some laptop computers, a spare big copy machine when we run out down here in the office. Both rooms locked with two different keys, one key being only for people of the administrative office who use those supplies and the other for the cleaning crew which they almost never entered.

It was about an hour before lunch when I broke the chair, so I got the keys from the filing cabinet to see what extra ones were available as well as some supplies I thought of. As I entered I saw several new chairs and many boxes stacked up high, along with tables turned upside down top of other ones almost creating something of a maze in this storage room. walking around this maze where I discovered a large old wooden desk hidden from view. Then I remembered some more paper, so I unlocked the supply room door with the other key. Turning the light on we had packages of paper stacked against one wall, the copy machine against another while there were shelves for the rest of the supplies.

Picking up a few pens before turning to take a package of paper from the stack I noticed some rolled up tissue on the floor and I could see it had makeup on it. Lipstick!, in my mind I thought of my coworker and her lipstick .This was not Proof she had been here because other female administrative people do come in here. However in my mind i wanted to be completely sure if i had found her secret place.

It was the end of the week that day and it would not be until Monday would I know this was the place my co-worker was using if I did not wait around after work. As the day ended and everybody had left the office she and I stayed behind and she began to become a little nervous, because I was still sitting at my desk acting as if I was doing some work. I didn't know exactly what my plan was so I was just was playing it by ear. Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed one of the tall young men of the parking lot was standing outside the office looking in, it was not the blue eyed one and I acted as if I didn't see him keeping my head down, but I could tell my co-worker had motioned to him.

Then he disappeared off to the right of the door out of sight. Which was down to the classrooms and stairwell. Knowing what she had planned I got up and put on my coat and told her good bye as l left. I walked out the door of the building turning the corner and just stood there for a several minutes only to return to the office finding her gone, I went over to the filing cabinet where we kept the keys for those two rooms believing her to have them. I was not surprised when I found them to be gone but excited, because i knew where spare keys were kept.

I walked out and over to the stairwell, I could hear some cleaning of the classrooms going on the first floor. But they rarely go into the storage room. Climbing the stairs my heart pounding as i also began to sweat i reached the second floor, I walked down the hallway quickly wanting to see what i had been fantasizing about. The storage room being at the other end of the hallway I set a brisk pace. As i got there i took a deep breath and I slid the key into the lock and turned the knob slowly, making sure to open the door quietly.

Looking inside, I saw no one and heard nothing. I slowly walked around the maze of the supply room, then i just stopped and remained quite and began now, heard some sounds. Looking over at the supply room I moved toward it. Sliding the other key in the lock I turn the knob pulling the door toward me opening it slowly with a small gap. There I was greeted with a view of my co-worker naked on her knees one young man behind her fucking her pussy as she sucked the cock of another while the tall blued eyed one watched and stoked his cock. The young man fucking her, his cock pumping hard and fast into her making her ass cheeks take a pounding. The young man his hands on her ass cheeks which were red as he slapped them which I knew she liked from what I had heard from the story as he referred to her in a degrading way about being an unfaithful wife. The other young man his hand around the back of her head holding her down to him as he fucked her mouth, pumping his hips as called her a bitch. My blue-eyed young man watching him fuck her with his cock out and stroking it as that and the scene I was viewing made my cunt become very wet quickly as my eyes stared at the sexual humiliation of her.

Then one noticed me, the young man she was sucking his cock motioned to the rest. She turned her head and saw me, looking at me in shock she put her hands to her face started to cry. I looked at her and played it cool, even though it was a hot fuck he was giving her i enjoyed watching it. “So the three of you having your own fun in here” I said. She continued to cry, and she got off the floor. Then she approached me and begged me not to tell anyone because she would lose her job and her husband would find out. ”Please don't tell anyone”. She continued to beg me while crying, it was then I told her I would not say anything and we would keep this among ourselves, she looked at me with relief, thanking me and telling me she would stop what she was doing. “Thats alright, I won’t tell”, I said. She gave me a big smile, reaching out and hugged me with great affection thanking me again. i told her" we will just keep this among ourself", as they all now understood something of my intentions.

I found out she has been fucking the young man for several months sometimes here at school and sometimes in her and her husbands own bed when he was not home. One was named Michael the other Steven being the ones treating her like a slut and calling her a bitch. “So you been fucking Michael and Steven”, I asked her. She told me it was the first time with Steven. "And who is this", looking at the blue eyed young man. He spoke and told me he was Chris as i looked at him and made my plan. My co-workers face was a mess because of her tears, I again assured her I would tell no one and she could trust me. She smiled at me again and even laughed before thanking me again. I didn't say anything to Michael or Steven. "You Chris i want to talk with outside", I said as he and I stepped into the other room and I closed the door to the supply room, it was not long before i could hear names again and the slapping of her ass.

“You young man, what am I going to do with you” I said to him, he apologized to me and asked me to not say anything about him being here “Well we won't get told on by me” I said, as I gazed up at him since he was a little taller. I gave him a sinful smile. “I like it Rough, do you know what I mean". As my hand reached out and I touched his crotch. Then I turned around and leaned over the desk my upper torso resting on it, "do what you want to me, treat me like the slut she was in there" i told him.

This is what I've had been waiting for, but would he know what I really wanted and satisfy my need for it rough. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands flip the back of my dress over me, running over my ass before pulling my panties down exposing it and using those hands spread my cheeks showing my asshole and cunt to him. I was on fire feeling the cool air across both my holes. My panties fell to the floor and I stepped out of them and placed my feet wide apart. With one hand on my ass, I then felt the head of his cock touch the lips of me, I was so wet as he pushed it in it in and my muscles of my cunt surrounded him. He began to pump it inside of me, quickly my breath deepened as his fingers of both hands dug in while he started to pound away. I was getting fucked but i needed more, "slap me, call me a cunt, a bitch" I said to him.Then I felt and a hard slap on the cheek and it hurt stinging me, but that only made me wetter and want more. “Yes” was the only word I could say when he slapped again as I began to arch my back with my mouth open and my eyes closed tight.

His fucking became faster and I knew he would not last long and I pushed back on to him, fucking myself with his cock too, the slapping against my ass felt fantastic, the pleasure and the pain from being fucked on and shoved into the desk was painful but it felt so good to me being used and in a rough way. My thrusting backwards and grinding himself onto him as he came close to cumming. My ass was hot and still stinging a bit from his slaps. He now grabbed my hair and begin to pull my head back hard as I felt his cum squirt inside of me “Oh shit“ came from my mouth as he pulled hard and painful, making me cum too. All I could do was make the sound of pleasure from my pain of being shoved hard into that desk and my hair pulled.

Then he let go of my hair as he just held me by my ass his cock pulsing inside me and cum oozing from it as he slow fucked me and ground himself against my cunt while his breathing became more normal. With my head pressed down and not moving, my cunt all sticky and wet and sweat from my body dripping as he then pulled it out and cum oozed from me down on to the floor.

I laid over the desk for only a few moments, as I could feel the pain of my body from the sexual abuse taken by me. Slowly I got up and turned to him standing there his cock semi-firm and I could see the slick gooey cum on the shaft from our rough sex. I did not hesitate at all and dropped to my knees and put my open mouth on to his cock while my other hand embraced his balls and sucked and licked around his cock head. He placed his hand behind my head and pulled me to him, pulling my mouth to its base., Oh Shit!… he was treating me like a slut that I was and I was enjoying myself so much sucking that cock and showing him how nasty I was I begin to lick and at his balls too and telling him I would be obedient for him.

After a minute or two I knew I needed to go from what was amazing and I had not had in a long time. Not wanting to be seen upstairs by anyone or get locked out of the office since my purse and coat were still there I got off my knees and I kissed him passionately and practically begging him to come home with me. Getting his pants up and fastened, I told him to go downstairs and wait near the side entrance, which he then left the room I went back to the supply closet and opened the door.

The three of them were on the floor, she was sandwiched between them, her riding one cock while another was fucking her ass. It was hot from what I was seeing, and i would have liked to be in her shoes at that moment but I knew I had to get out of there soon.. She looked up at me, never stopping moving her hips. “Lockup and be very careful” I told her, but she didn’t respond, her eyes rolled back as she continued to be fucked in both holes while I closed the door again.

I got my clothes on and using my panties I cleaned up the mess we had made because I wanted no one to have even a clue of what happened there before I closed and locked the storage room door and went back downstairs to the office. Unseen except by Chris who was standing near the exit I motioned for him to wait a moment. In the office I retrieved my car keys and then stepping out into the hallway and handed them to him. I told him of my car and where it was and to get in. I would come out in a few minutes because I didn't want anyone to see us together.

Back in the office, I put the keys away that I used to get in upstairs. Then straighten my clothes and combed my hair while I thought about what just happened. Grabbing my things and walking out the side entrance to my car, I again begin to think about myself tonight and what would be. Opening my car door Chris was sitting there and I could tell he had a hard on already for me. My coat was open as raised my skirt and showed him I had no panties on and my bush, smiling and excited about what had happened and what I was in for later. Getting in and sitting there for a moment I turned the ignition while looking at him with a smile and said “lets go home”, I closed the door and drove out of the lot leaving the school behind.

Emily Goes Abroad for a Semester

kevinw5766 — Wed, 13 Apr 2011 23:36:01 UTC

The following story is done as a series of emails. The participants are:

Peter Larson – a middle aged man living in the US. He is married to Julie and has two children, Sarah 17, and Lori 16.
Emily – a college student from the UK who comes to stay with the Larsons while she does a semester in the US. She is engaged to be married.
Pastor Andrew – Emily’s pastor at her church in the UK
Aunt Rachel – Emily’s aunt in the UK
Pastor James – The Larson’s pastor in the US

First, from Pastor Andrew to Peter:

Dear Peter

Finally we're there, and I'm sure Emily will have a wonderful experience while she stays with you, and I can also assure you that both her father and her husband to be are happy to leave the arrangements in our hands. Once more therefore, let's reiterate.

DISCIPLINE

Emily's discipline is handed entirely over to you, and you have the rights and duties that any disciplinarian has. She accepts that she will submit to whatever discipline you decide to impose as well as she is able. She is a lovely girl, but is used to very firm discipline and you agree to impose that discipline in the form of corporal punishment very regularly.

It is worth noting that like all girls who wish to be good submissive wives to loving Christian husbands, this is a time in her life when discipline needs stepping up in both regularity and intensity, both emotionally and physically. She is used to hard spankings, and severe punishment with a tawse on occasion, please do not underdo her spankings. She is also used to bare bottom spankings, and has often had to strip topless or naked as part of her spankings too. She has also been spanked in front of me and my wife, and family members including aunts and uncles.

TRAINING FOR MARRIAGE

Emily and her husband to be have been very open and honest about their emotional and sexual experiences together. They are both virgins, though their petting has gone as far as partial nudity, him fondling her bare breasts and using his fingers to enter her vagina a little and play with her clitoris. He has not yet induced an orgasm in her. Emily has, however, masturbated since she was a teenager and has had orgasms often, and her fingers have been used on her clitoris, labia and in her vagina, and anus. Interestingly, when she masturbates she usually thinks about being spanked, often by an older authority figure or her father. She has masturbated him to orgasm, and in her words 'kissed his thing' but not pleasured him properly using her mouth, breasts, or crack of her bottom; he has not properly worked her clitoris properly to bring about orgasm, she has not learned to submit nicely to fingers working hard in her bottom. She has not yet submitted her bottom to any form of penetration.

She is however, used to sexual activity in her life short of full vaginal sex and it is my belief she will still need the emotional and physical release that brings. It would also do her good to learn, from a loving wife and husband, as much as possible about men and how to submit to them and pleasure them.

Of course, she has much to learn, but I believe she is a naturally submissive girl and will learn well in the hands of a kind, loving authority figure such as you, as long as your discipline of her is regular and very firm, and any marriage preparation comes in the context of corporal punishment (ie before, during or after a spanking).

Therefore, I entrust you, with your wife's help, with the task of preparing her properly for marriage, with the obvious limitation that she will remain a virgin, defined by her not having penetrative sex with a penis in her vagina. I would hope that when she returns to marry she will know how to submit as a good submissive wife when she marries shortly after.

Lastly, both you and her have kindly agreed to email me (separately), detailed accounts of the discipline and training you undertake.

Thanks, once again, for agreeing to this loving and important task.

Yours, Pastor Andrew

Peter responds:

Dear Pastor Andrew,

After all the preparations it was nice to finally have Emily here with us. She arrived on schedule two weeks ago and she has gotten settled both into our home and into the university. My wife and I have been looking forward to this and will do all we can to follow the guidance you provided. As you know we are I total agreement with the discipline and training you have outlined. Our oldest daughter is 17 now and our hope is that Emily’s father may provide some similar assistance when she is older. Let me get you up to date on what has transpired since Emily’s arrival.

First let me say that Emily is really a delightful young woman and has quickly become a part of our family. The girls took to her right away and still seem to delight in her British accent. For the most part she has been well behaved but a few incidents have led to some correction and punishment. Let me add that I have spoken to her advisor at the university who has agreed to share with me any problems that might arise there.

Emily arrived midday on a Friday and my wife and I met her at the airport as the girls were in school. Things had gone smoothly on the flight over but I was concerned when I saw Emily speak rudely to an airline worker when she thought one of her bags had been misplaced. We straightened out the misunderstanding but I felt I could not let the behavior go unaddressed. When we got to our home I told her I was disappointed and decided to spank her right then in our family room. I felt it was important to set the right tone from the start.

With my wife in attendance I took her over my knee, lifted her skirt, lowered her knickers and gave her a sound hand spanking. I’m sure she was mortified and she protested quite strongly but I know it did her good. It was strictly discipline and there was no sexual aspect to it other than my wife and I getting a good look at her ample, yet still lovely, bum.

Things proceeded smoothly for the next couple of days until we left Emily with the girls while my wife and I attended a dinner engagement with a business contact. We had set up some dinner for them at home before we left but were surprised to see that the cleanup had not been completed when we arrived home. Recognizing the error, the girls quickly finished the work and then assembled together in the family room. I wanted them know there would be no special treatment so I told all of them to strip completely for a spanking. There was a lot of complaining but all complied. It was a bit funny to see the three of them naked together, nervous and embarrassed, but curious about each other too.

I gave each a spanking in turn and instructed my girls to stand in the corner as is our custom after a spanking. Instructing my wife that they could dress after fifteen minutes I took Emily to her room to finish her punishment and begin her training. Standing naked before me I told her, that as the oldest, I held her the most responsible and proceeded to give her some additional spanking with a hairbrush as she bent over the edge of the bed. She was quite upset and her bottom was very red. I gave her a hug to comfort her and told her that her punishments would also involve some training.

Pastor, I’m sure you know how attractive young Emily is and you can understand how seeing her naked, spanking her, and then holding her naked body against me would naturally lead to my arousal. I had he kneel in front of me while I undid my trousers and took my erection out. She was nervous and uncomfortable but with my encouragement and direction proceeded to first stroke me with her hand and then take me into her mouth. She did well considering her inexperience and I soon found myself coming on her very beautiful breasts.

Knowing that spankings can also be arousing to her, I had her lay on the bed after and took the opportunity to touch and caress her labia, vagina, and clitoris. I find her to be very sexy and loved the full, dark bush she has. My touching caused her great embarrassment at first but she did relax a bit and begin to enjoy the sensation of my fingers on her. I was not able to bring her to orgasm but I am sure she was able to do that after I left her alone. I think she has a very strong sex drive and with proper training will be able to give much pleasure to her future husband.

There is just one more incident I want to share with you. Two days ago I got a call from her advisor at school who said she was doing well but had missed one assignment in a class. I told her I would deal with it and asked Emily about it when she returned home. She tried to give me an excuse but finally admitted she had forgotten to do it. Again, wanting to make sure these things were dealt with promptly, I took her to her room, this time alone.

Telling her she needed to show more maturity and responsibility, I undressed her myself which was very humiliating for her and I’m sure made her feel like a little girl. I instructed her to get on all fours for her spanking. She presented quite a picture in that position with her breasts hanging down and all of her “charms” fully on display for me. I spanked her hard, first by hand, and then with a belt. Her bum showed the effects and she was crying almost uncontrollably when I stopped. I got her onto the bed but kept her in the all fours position. Once again I began to caress her clitoris and vagina which were wet from her arousal. She responded to my touch and not long after I pushed a finger into her tight anus her body shook with orgasm. I was happy to bring her the relief. Keeping her on all fours I rubbed my erection against her anus between the cheeks of her bum. I was pleased when she moved her bum against me in rhythm with my movements until I came.

All in all I am pleased with the first couple of weeks and feel this will be an interesting and successful training session for her. There is much work to do and I do want my wife to begin to share what she has learned in our happy marriage. If you have any questions or feedback, please let me know.

Yours, Peter

Emily writes to Pastor Andrew:

Dear Pastor Andrew

Its been great here and the Larson's are really nice and have all made me so welcome. I really like the girls and Mr and Mrs Larson have been very kind. I rally like the area and college is good.

Since my last email its only been a a few days, but on Sunday afternoon, Mr Larson asked me to go to my room and wait. In a little while he came in. and asked me a couple of questions about the sermon. Sorry, I couldn't remember either. He made me stand in front of him and he lifted my dress off, then he put his hand down my bra and pulled each breast out; then he pinched my nipples, it hurt. he then pulled me across his knee, pulled my knickers down and he spanked me, quite hard. He put his fingers in my bottom, and told me to offer it up; he moved them, it hurt, in a way. He kept doing it though. why?

Mrs Larson came in. She asked if I'd done well, he said good so far; she asked whether I wanted to say thank you.

Sorry, have to go, she's calling me!

Emily

A short note from Pastor Andrew to Peter:

Dear Peter

I'm glad Emily's settling in. I applaud what you are doing, don't be afraid to be firm. I love the way she is getting to know your girls.

She feels you were a bit harsh with her first spanking, I would challenge her on that. She will, I promise you, train well.

Great to hear

Andrew

Peter responds:

Dear Pastor Andrew,

I appreciate your correspondence and recommendations. Emily is a very interesting girl. I do think at heart she is submissive and will ultimately prove to be a wonderful wife to her fiancé. However, she can be stubborn at times and tries to express her independence by not doing everything she should. Let me highlight a few recent events.

I found Emily asleep in her bed one night. It was late and I had noticed her light was still on and thought she might have fallen asleep studying. To my surprise I found her asleep with her night gown hiked up, no knickers, and her legs spread. It was obvious she had been masturbating. I spoke with her and since that night I am requiring her to get my permission before masturbating. My objective is to reinforce her submissive tendencies and for her to realize that as a loving Christian wife the sexual needs of her husband must be met first and he will have some control over her sexual needs. I do think masturbation is a natural and healthy outlet for our sexual urges and we have let our daughters know it is acceptable but I believe this will help Emily in her training.

Unfortunately Emily was resistant to this new requirement and I found her two days later touching herself in the shower without my permission. I was quite angry and took her naked and still wet into my bedroom where I positioned her on all fours on the floor. She was chilled from being wet but I waited a good time before beginning the punishment. I spanked her quite severely with a hairbrush and then a tawse which I had not used before. The tawse left some very ugly and I am sure painful welts on her bum. I think the punishment not only caused great pain but really broke her spirit. She looked totally defeated after and I noticed her sitting very gingerly for days.

My wife, Julie, made some errors in our home finances and I decided she needed to be punished. Thinking this could demonstrate to Emily how a good wife submits and accepts punishment I brought her in to observe. Emily sat in a chair in our bedroom as Julie stood before me and told me her errors, how sorry she was, and how she deserved to be punished. She then undressed completely, handed me the hairbrush, and took her position on the bed. I spanked her firmly and her bottom showed the effects. Julie did her best to control herself but she did cry. When I finished the spanking I asked her what else she deserved and she offered me her bum for my pleasure.

With Emily still sitting and observing I undressed. I was aroused from the spanking and after applying a little lubrication to Julie’s bum hole I got behind her and pushed myself in. For Julie this really is an act of submission and I think she was happy to show Emily how a wife submits. I gave it to her with some vigor and enthusiastically ejaculated in her beautifully tight ass. I could tell Emily was aroused from watching so I cleaned up quickly and led her to her room. I explained that I and her future husband would be expecting similar things from her.

I put my hand under her dress and could feel that her panties had become damp from her excitement. I asked if she wanted to masturbate and she nodded yes. I instructed her to undress which she did. I pinched her hardened nipples and rubbed her between her legs and then told her to lie on the bed and finish. She hesitated but I could see she wanted to relive herself. I watched as she lay on her back fingering her vagina and anus and rubbing her sensitive clitoris until she reached her climax.

A couple of days later I was home with Emily and my oldest daughter Sarah. Julie had taken Lori shopping. Sarah had done a series of small things I was unhappy with and decided to spank her. Again I felt it would be a learning experience for Emily so I had her observe. Sarah came into the family room and undressed while I lectured her and explained what I expected in the future from her. Sarah is 17 and a pretty girl. She has dark hair, brown eyes, and is slender with small breasts. I spanked her by hand across my lap and then had her stand in the corner naked at the far end of the room facing the wall.

Whether it was the spanking or that Emily was watching I’m not sure but I was again aroused after the spanking. I brought Emily over to the chair I was sitting in and as she kneeled in front of me I took my erection out and told her to take it in her mouth. She glanced at Sarah but I said she will not look and Emily proceeded to do her best to give me oral pleasures. I held her head on me as I came and forced Emily to take it in her mouth. She did her best but clearly will need some more practice with that.

I look forward to any comments or advice you have.

Yours, Peter

Then Emily gets a surprise email from Sarah:

Emily,

I am so happy you are staying with us. I feel like you are a big sister to Lori and me. I wanted to ask you something but was kind of embarrassed so I thought this could be easier. I am always embarrassed to be spanked but it was easier with you watching the other day. Dad didn’t spank too hard and maybe it was because you were there. I know what you did for dad while I was in the corner. I didn’t look but I knew what was happening. I know spanking can make Dad get an erection. It has happened before. What I wanted to ask was if you ever get excited when you are spanked. It is kind of hard to admit but it happens to me a lot. The other day I wanted to touch myself as I stood in the corner and listened to you. I think Lori gets these feelings too. Maybe we can talk sometime. Thanks.

Sarah

Another note from Pastor Andrew:

Dear Peter

I'm pleased to hear you are all getting on well, and thanks for everything you are doing for young Emily. I wholly agree with your approach and I am sure her husband will reap a fine harvest in turn. I have often found that young ladies in her situation can learn a great deal from a loving husband and wife. I also agree that when she is stubborn or tries to be independent you must punish her, severely if need be. I know her father has always said she is a girl that needs regular spankings. I also feel it would help her if you further test her willingness to submit.

Yours

Andrew

Emily writes to her Aunt Rachel:

Dear Aunt Rach

I'm still enjoying myself here, and getting on great with them all; well, when I'm not being spanked (you're right though, I have deserved them). The thing is though, Mr Larson is starting to expect more and more of me. I told you how he made me suck him after he'd spanked his daughter. Mrs W said to me the next day that he thought I have a lot to learn about doing that. He also seems to like my boobs a lot, and he is quite often uncovering them and fondling them. Sometimes I have to even stay bare up there, even when the girls are at home. He also visits me in my room sometimes, and feels my boobs or my bottom.

This morning, after breakfast he came into the kitchen and made me take off my top and bra. He then spent ages fondling them, pinching them and kissing them. Suddenly he then bent me over the table. He flipped up my skirt, gave me two sharp smacks across my knickers and then told me to kneel. he pointed to his trousers and I had go get his thing and out take it in my mouth. Mrs W then came in and said it made a lovely sight, and she then started telling me what to do to do it better. She said I was doing well, but when he finished I couldn't keep it in and she said that was naughty. I was then put over the table again, this time he pulled my knickers down and he spanked me. I don't think that was fair, and the girls saw me in the corner after.

She said next time I musn't spill any, but she'll teach me more about how to do it nicely.

Sorry must run now.

Emily

Aunt Rachel responds:

Dear Emily

Glad its going well but you are a silly girl sometimes. Of course he's going to be baring your boobs, men love doing that, and when you're married you'll do it a lot. And you must learn to swallow. And you must not play with yourself unless he lets you. If you want pleasure, try and tempt him to give it to you; many men like to use their fingers after spanking a girl; arch your bottom nicely, show him, he may take the hint.

Learning to suck a man off nicely is a key to keeping a husband happy. They are right to expect you to do it properly, and practice often, and very right to punish you harshly if you don't improve.

You are a very lucky girl

Rach

Peter writes to Pastor Andrew:

My Good Pastor,

I do appreciate your support and feel things are going well here. This has been a lot to take on and it has had an effect on the whole household but I know it is the right thing to do. Emily is learning slowly and this may take much of the school year to get her to where we want her. She is a lovely young thing and I must say I am quite taken with her large breasts. My wife has is a pretty woman and has lovely breasts but not the size of Emily’s. After spanking her once a few days ago I put my erection between them and showed her how she could push them together to satisfy a man. I’m sure her future husband will get much enjoyment from that.

I have tried to focus on a few things recently. First, I have given her regular and sometimes quite severe spankings. I can see she needs this regular attention and the spankings are a reminder of her need to submit to me and to fulfill the obligations she has. I spank her both in private and in front of either my wife or the rest of the family. The severe spankings have been done in private and I have used the hairbrush, belt, and tawse. I know that she has a habit of masturbating after many of her punishments so I generally make her wait to reinforce her submission and my control. I fund that this heightens her need for a release and makes her respond more readily to my touch. As I remember she had not achieved orgasm from her fiancé’s touch and I wanted to correct this and make her more responsive to a man’s caresses.

One evening I spanked her in our bedroom with Julie watching. I left Emily naked on the chair with instructions not to touch herself and proceeded to have sex with Julie in front of her. It both showed her what a good wife does for her man and forced her to delay her own satisfaction. After Julie and I had finished, I had Emily lie on the bed and told her I wanted to bring her to orgasm much like her husband would do for her. I found that she was very wet with excitement and I touched, caressed, and then licked her until she experienced a strong and surprisingly long orgasm. Julie sat with her, giving her encouragement and even fondled her breasts and nipples as I brought about her climax.

The other thing we have worked on is her ability to satisfy a man properly with her mouth. This is, of course, a fundamental skill in any marriage. She is doing better and Julie has been a big help showing her all of her little tricks to provide me pleasure and how to swallow a man’s ejaculation. I have added a punishment if it is not completed without missing some. I know at some point we will have to begin working on anal penetration. She has used her own fingers there and I have done a little with my fingers during some spankings. She has a nice tight butt and I will enjoy taking her that way. I do have a butt plug I am considering to use to help her get used to something larger than her fingers.

As might be expected, it has been impossible to keep all of this away from my girls. We told them about Emily’s stay with us and they have some knowledge about what we want to accomplish while she is here. Lori has been busy with school and her soccer team so she has not seen too much but Sarah has been home for things more often. She is a smart girl, sees a lot, and I’m sure has a pretty good idea of what has been happening. I think in some ways this is good as I want both Sarah and Lori to be loving and submissive wives when they are older too. I believe Emily is talking to Sarah but I do not know how much she has shared.

Interestingly I had to spank Sarah a few days ago. It was not serious, just a hand spanking which I did privately in her room before bed. After spanking, I gave her a short corner time and then sat on the bed and held her to reassure her. Both Sarah and Lori like the hugs and cuddling that normally follow a spanking and it is a time we can usually talk about anything. We talked a little about Emily and then Sarah asked if it was normal to have feelings after being spanked. I asked what kind of feelings and she kind of hesitated so I asked if she had sexual feelings and she admitted she did. I told her many girls do and asked if she masturbated after being spanked. Again she hesitated but admitted she did. I told this was normal too. She seemed a bit relieved. As I left her I asked if she was going to masturbate and she just smiled and I said I would leave her alone.

Let me know if you have any feedback on what we are doing. I hope all is well there.

Yours,

Peter

The Pastor responds:

Dear Peter

I'm delighted to see things are going so well, and I so appreciate the commitment you have taken on. I have faith that you and your family will all benefit a great deal. I'm so glad your wife is getting involved too.

It seems to me you have exactly the right approach, and I wholeheartedly agree that regular and sometimes severe spankings should be at it heart. Emily is used to being spanked well, and it is at the heart of opening up her womanly submission. She cane be stubborn, and that must be well punished.

I know you will know the right time to begin the next stage, and how to accomplish that. My wife makes one suggestion, you can also help Emily by small acts of submission: baring her bosom, for example, for a short while (and you are right, she has lovely breasts).

I know Emily well, I'm sure she won't tell your daughter too much, nor make her afraid, but I believe her example will help your daughters too.

God be with you all in this important task

Andrew

Peter writes again to Pastor Andrew:

Pastor Andrew,

Thanks again for the kind words. I have become familiar with Emily’s stubborn streak. At heart, I do believe she is a true submissive and does feel comfortable in that role. But there is a part of her that still resists. My hand and hairbrush have become quite familiar with her bum. It seems that the effects of one spanking have barely had time to fade before I am adding some new ones. However, I might add that Emily has very healthy sexual desires that also seem to need regular attention. Knowing she may not be able to masturbate after a spanking, she sometimes will try to get my attention by positioning herself to expose her beautiful private areas. I’m sure you know the effect a young woman can have on men like us and I admit sometimes I give in to the temptation and will fondle and caress her to give her the orgasm she needs. It is very enjoyable to see her climax and I have her take me in her mouth after. Her oral skills are improving and she seems to take some pride in the pleasure she gives me and her ability to completely swallow my orgasm.

I have been pleased that Julie has been able to play an integral role in this process. She seems to be as determined as I am to teach Emily and I do enjoy seeing the two of them together. I think Julie also takes some pride in the progress Emily has made in oral sex and feels some of that is due to her tutoring. Most recently she has been introducing Emily to the butt plug to get her used to anal penetration. Julie feels that all wives should be willing to make their bottoms available to their husbands when they desire it and wants Emily to be comfortable with this. I’m sure her future husband will be appreciative. I’ve let Julie use the butt plug on Emily a few times after I have spanked her. She still shows some apprehension about it but I think Emily really does like anal stimulation. The last time Emily seemed to relax a bit and Julie even helped to masturbate her to a climax.

Your wife’s advice on using little things to make Emily submit is a good one. We have been making her bare her breasts quite regularly even when our girls are around. I like to give them a quick feel or pinch her nipples. It is a good lesson for all of them about Emily’s place here although we still have a few things to work out. In our family a nice Sunday dinner is still a tradition we try to maintain. Julie and I enjoy wine with these dinners and usually let the girls have a glass too. Last Sunday we had a nice dinner and some wine. I guess we were not paying a lot of attention and Emily apparently drank more than her share. With her inhibitions loosened she proceeded to remove her blouse and bra on her own saying she thought it was her place to do so. I may have been able to excuse this but she then encouraged Sarah and Lori to do the same who I guess in the spirit of solidarity removed their tops and bras too.

It was amusing at first and I did enjoy the display of the three girls but I realized I had to do something when Emily began to take her skirt off. I led all three into the family room and decided they all needed to be spanked. All three undressed completely and I spanked in turn from youngest to oldest with the others watching. I took some time lecturing Emily on the importance of taking her training seriously and gave her a more severe spanking than the other two. I did not fondle her but, once again, with my girls doing their cornertime I had her take me in her mouth and then required her to remain naked for the rest of the evening.

As always, I value your input and sharing anything you hear from Emily. Are you keeping her father and fiancé up to date on our progress?

Peter

Emily writes to Pastor Andrew:

Dear Pastor Andrew

Life is very busy here, college is going great and I am happy here. Mr W keeps me very busy in other ways too. he certainly believes in plenty of spankings, and has lots of energy in other areas too!

Take this week. On Monday, he said I'd been a bit abrupt, and he took me up to my room. There he undressed me, took me over his knee and spanked me with his hand, quite hard, before making me kneel and say thank you. On Tuesday he spanked his youngest girl in the living room with her nightie up. When her sister went to bed and she was in the corner her took my top and bra off, fondled me, and then had me give him my mouth again. On Wednesday I came home early to find Mrs W stood naked in the corner. He told me to take off my top and bra, and watch. He had her bend over, legs apart, and he gave her a beating with his belt before making her lie on the table on her back, legs open. He then took her lying there in all three places, before finishing over her belly. That night he came into my room and turned me on my tummy , lifted my nightie back and smacked me a few times. Then he used his fingers to make me happy.

On Thursday, when he came home he came straight into my room and stripped me to my waist, slapping my boobs a few times, then he made me kneel. I had just got to work, when Sarah burst in to chat without knocking. She went straight out again, but he pulled away, removed his trousers and went and fetched her. He stripped her and spanked with his hairbrush, while I watched. He felt all over her bottom for a minute of two before telling her to stand and face the wall. He had me do my job, but pulled out and finished over my boobs. When he had put it away, he told her to turn around and she could see his stuff on me.

And then, this morning, he came into my room, pulled my covers away and lifted my nightie off. He used his fingers until I was happy. He then turned me over, slapped me a few times and put his fingers in my bottom as far as he could. Mrs W came in.

"About ready." He said.

As they left I heard her say I'm sure you'll soon get a chance, dear, she's bound to need a good whipping and then, I think you should then...

I'm uneasy, but curious.

Love Em

Aunt Rachel write to Emily

My dear Emily

You can be a silly girl sometimes! Mr W has been given permission by you, and your pastor, and his wife to take his pleasures from you in pretty much anyway he wants, bar one, of course he's going to. And there's nothing wrong with you finding it all strange. Of course its scary sometimes, of course its often painful and even humiliating in a way, but it's also entirely natural for you to feel excitement sometimes, as well as a growing love and trust too.

Of course you can offer to do things for him, but he has every right to punish you if he feels you have got it wrong. That way you'll learn!

And yes, it seems to me he is looking to, when he feels it right, to take that last step.

Hugs

Aunt Rach

Peter writes to Pastor Andrew:

My good Pastor,

We have been busy here and I am sorry it took me some time to get back to you. It is becoming more and more comfortable to have Emily in our home and she has really become one of the family. I think she is making very good progress. As you know she came to us with strong submissive tendencies and we have just been building on that, trying to limit some of her stubbornness, and teaching her the things she needs. Her ability and her willingness to satisfy me orally have both improved markedly. I think she understands how important this is to a successful marriage and feels some pride in her ability now. She knows it is her place to do this for me when I ask and I think she gets some enjoyment out of it too. As I am sure you know some women have difficulty with the swallowing aspect of it but this seems to be no trouble for Emily.

Emily has also adjusted to not masturbating and relying on me for her sexual release. There is no doubt that she is a very sexual girl and I try to make sure she is taken care of in that area as much as I can. She now readily responds to my touch and I enjoy bringing her to a climax. Even though I’m sure she is still a little inhibited with me she can have very enthusiastic orgasms and is always thankful after. Withholding masturbation does seem to be an effective reinforcement of her discipline and submission. I had to spend a night in New York on business and Emily called me late in the evening asking if she could masturbate. Giving her permission, I kept her on the phone and she described her actions as she gave herself pleasure. As I said she has a very strong and healthy sexuality.

I have mentioned this before but the education of Emily has also led to the furthering of Sarah and Lori’s education too. It is pretty much unavoidable with everyone in the same house. For example, several days ago Sarah walked in on us while Emily had me in her mouth. I wasn’t so upset that she saw us in that position but that she did not knock first. I stopped what we were doing, brought Sarah in, stripped her, and gave her a spanking. Many times after a spanking I will rub the girl’s bottoms to comfort them. As I did this to Sarah and she began to relax I moved my hand lower and found that she was wet with sexual excitement. I know that many girls, including Emily, respond this way to a spanking.

I put Sarah in the corner and let Emily continue with the oral sex she had started. She was topless and rather than letting her swallow I finished on her breasts. I told Sarah to look and she saw the result on Emily. I then sent her to her room. When I left Emily’s room, I slowly opened Sarah’s door and found her still naked, face down on her bed with her fingers between her legs. She was fully occupied with her masturbation and unaware of my presence. I continued to watch until her body shuddered with orgasm.

A few days later I had to spank both girls and again had Emily watch. I lectured while they undressed and I took both girls across my lap. Sarah was first and after spanking I rubbed her bottom and then once again found that she was sexually aroused. Lori followed and after rubbing her bottom I found that she showed signs of wetness too. Since I knew they were both aware of what Emily was doing for me after their spankings I let then watch while Emily pleasured me orally and then sent them to their rooms.

Our pastor here is a wonderful man named James. He is in his late 30’s, married with two young boys, and has been in our church for about five years now. I have gotten to know him quite well through the men’s group in the church and the golf league. Emily has been receiving some more traditional pre-marriage counseling from James and the two have become good friends. I have confided in James about the arrangement we have with Emily. He was very supportive and he has offered his help if we need it. I mention this because as a fellow pastor I would value your judgment about this.

My last bit of news occurred yesterday evening. We had scheduled a dinner with some friends to introduce them to Emily. She had a meeting with a study group at school and ended up getting home late. This caused us some embarrassment and delayed the dinner. After the guests had left Julie and I took Emily to her room to deal with her tardiness. I admit I was upset with her behavior. I undressed her myself and put her on the bed on all fours. I spanked her quite hard with a hairbrush and belt. At this point she was crying and saying she was so sorry. Leaving her on all fours I told Julie it was time and she applied some lubricant and fingered Emily’s bum hole while I undressed. Emily was saying no, no as I pressed my hardness against her butt. I paused a few seconds before Julie told me to give it to her and I pushed myself fully inside her.

For a woman to give herself to a man this way is really an act of total submission. With all the work we had done I don’t think I caused her very much physical discomfort but I knew I was affecting her in other ways. I think part of her hated me and part of her had wanted this for some time. She was never really able to relax but that will come with time. I gave it to her pretty good and finished inside her. Julie held her after and comforted her. More and more this will become a part of our discipline and training. I will admit I got great pleasure from taking her this way and I’m sure her future husband will enjoy it also.

Peter

The Pastor responds:

My Dear Peter

Thanks for telling me so much and it seems to me you are doing a fine job. It seems to me Emily's coming along very nicely.

I often assume a similar position as your pastor with young ladies before marriage. Some men in your position want to keep the whole business to themselves, some want me to play a role. I spank quite a few of them. I often use a lexan paddle, which has the great advantage of being hard but leaving no marks, thus enabling their guardian to spank them as much as they feel is right; many pastors nowadays use them for that reason. I do think it would be good for Emily to experience being disciplined in the presence of boys, often younger teenagers who would never be likely to marry a girl that age can be ideal. I have quite often had girls live in with us too. Of course, some things should be your alone, but some guardians have been happy for their girls to say thank you when I discipline them, using their hands (an important skill to learn). Perhaps your pastor could get in touch and we can talk about it.

Meanwhile, keep up the good work and give young Emily a big hug from me.

Andrew

Emily writes to her aunt:

Dear Auntie Rach

He finally did what you said he would, and it was horrible. It hurt a lot, it was humiliating, and he'd already beat me hard too. I hate him and I want to go home. Why would he do something like that to a girl? It's not right.

More later

Emily

And Aunt Rachel responds:

Ahhhh My Dear Emily

You can be a silly girl sometimes. You knew this was coming, and you knew it wouldn't be nice. He wants you to submit totally, and its very nice for him too. Just go with the flow, and see what happens. It does get easier.

Rach

Emily writes back:

Dear Auntie Rach

You were right, he came into see me and cuddled me, before doing very nice things with his fingers and then holding my naked body nicely for a long time. He was very nice to me today too.

More soon,

Now, an email from Pastor James:

Pastor Andrew,

I appreciate your resent correspondence regarding Emily, who is staying with one of the families in my parish. I have also spoken with Peter and his wife about Emily and have agreed to become more involved in her discipline and preparations for marriage. This apparently comes at an opportune time as Peter is doing some traveling for work. Emily is a lovely young woman and I have enjoyed getting to know her in our pre-marriage counseling sessions. Like you, I often play an active role in these situations and I think Peter and I have worked out the details of how I will be contributing with Emily.

Emily came to me last week for our session totally unprepared. I had given her a worksheet to complete and she claimed that she had too much school work to get it done. I was very stern with her and explained the importance of what I was doing and how she needed to give it her full attention. I then told her that a spanking was required to emphasize the point. She immediately protested but I assured her that any resistance would only make matters worse. I can see the independent streak that both you and Peter have talked about. It is important to get that as much under control as we can prior to her marriage.

I had to chuckle when you mentioned the lexan paddle because I have used one for several years now. Emily was in a skirt so I had her stand before me, lift the skirt, and lower her knickers to her ankles. I was pleasantly surprised by her dark and quite abundant pubic hair. So many young women I spank these days seem to either trim or completely shave and I do much prefer the natural look. I took her across my lap and gave her a sound punishment with the paddle. I know she was both embarrassed and in some discomfort when I finished. As she once again stood before me after the spanking I asked if she was thankful for the spanking. Emily quietly said yes and I told her I expected her to show her gratitude when I punished her.

I could immediately see Peter has been training her well because I think she was prepared to take me orally as she knelt down before me. I stood her up, unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra to see and feel her breasts before instructing her to use her hands on me which she did quite well.

Prior to the next session I got a call from Peter who informed me that Emily had been late with a school assignment and he asked me to discipline her for it. My sessions with her have to work around her school schedule and this day I was meeting her in the late afternoon. She arrived as I was finishing up with the junior youth group comprised of about six 16 year old boys. I sent them into the recreation hall so that I could speak with Emily. She gave me some backtalk and I realized I needed to make a bigger impression on her with my punishments.

I got the lexan paddle out and as she stood before me I instructed her to strip completely. Again she started to protest and I said I was in no mood for it. When she gave me a response under her breath I told her to stand still and called the boys into my office. I wanted them to observe thinking that this would not only increase her embarrassment but also give the boys a good example how a proper punishment is done. Emily realized she had pushed me too far as she slowly undressed before me and the boys. Once she was nude, I bent her over a chair in fill view of the boys and spanked her with the paddle. The boys got quite a show. I’m sure several of them had never seen a girl her age naked and I think they were all sporting erections by the end of the punishment. I’m sure you remember how it is to be that age.

After letting the boys go, I remembered Peter’s comment about Emily getting excited by her discipline and, as she was still bent over, I reached between her legs and found that she was indeed very aroused. I asked if she wanted relief and when she nodded I fondled her until she orgasmed and she then used her hands to thank me. I had to wonder if the presence of the boys made the punishment worse or better for her. Part of me thinks she enjoyed being exposed in front of them knowing she was arousing them.

Peter’s older daughter Sarah is preparing for her confirmation this year and I have been spending some time with her also. She is comfortable with me and I think it helps her to talk about some of the things that she has observed and experienced since Emily arrived. The other day she stopped in after school and I could see some concern on her face. We sat and after talking about school and some other things I asked what was troubling her. It turns out she was feeling some guilt about the sexual feelings she was experiencing during her spanking sessions.

Sarah shared with me that being spanked had been causing her arousal for some time and that she frequently masturbated after. I think that for her it is a combination of the act of undressing for her father, submitting to his punishment, and the close physical contact that leads to her arousal. She went on to say that the feelings have intensified since Emily’s arrival. This seems to be due to her increased awareness of Peter’s excitement during the spanking sessions and observing Emily giving him relief after. I did my best to reassure Sarah that her feelings were normal and something that was experienced by many young women but she still said it made her feel guilty. When I asked what I could do to help her she surprisingly asked if I could spank her.

As I am sure is the case in your parish, most of the families give me quite a bit of latitude in how I deal with their children and I have spanked many of them during my years here. I told Sarah that if it would make her feel better I would be happy to spank her. As I got my paddle Sarah quickly undressed completely and I took her across my lap and spanked her. I held her there when I finished and asked if she felt better. Through her tears she said yes and asked if I could rub her bottom like her father did. I softly caressed her for a few minutes and then out of curiosity reached lower and found that she showed obvious signs of arousal. She responded positively to my touch so I continued the touching until she climaxed.

I gave her a minute to relax and asked if she felt better. She got off my lap, nodded, and then asked if spanking excited me like it did her father. I was pretty sure the answer was obvious by the bulge in my trousers but I admitted that like most men I did get aroused by it. Sarah proceeded to kneel in front of me and tell me she wanted to do what Emily did. I was taken a bit by surprise but soon found my trousers undone and my full erection in this lovely young woman’s mouth. Her inexperience was obvious but she did her best and before long I found myself filling her mouth with my ejaculation. It appears Sarah has decided to begin her premarital training too.

Yours,

Pastor James

And one from Peter:

Dear Pastor Andrew,

I hope you are well. We continue to make progress with Emily in her training. I have taken your advice and enlisted the help of Pastor James. I think he will update you in a separate note. Taking Emily anally turned out to be a bigger milestone than I thought. I knew it would be painful and humiliating that first time but I think she really felt defeated after. I visited her later that evening and she needed a lot of reassurance and comfort. She was naked and I masturbated her to orgasm and then she just wanted to be held which is not usually the case.

Her behavior was much improved for a few days and I found very little to be unhappy with. I think she was trying to avoid a punishment and seemed to go out of her way to want to please me. I went into her room one evening and asked if she wanted to masturbate. She nodded and asked if I needed pleasure too. I agreed and lifted her nightgown off so I could feel her breasts and nipples. She then lay on her back and masturbated while I watched and gave me her thanks orally after.

Most good things don’t last and that was true with Emily’s behavior. She came home from class one day apparently frustrated with something that had happened and snapped at Julie which is, of course, unacceptable. When I got home later that evening Julie let me know what had happened and we went to Emily’s room. She knew she was in trouble and apologized immediately but I told her she needed to be spanked. With Julie’s help we undressed her and I spanked her as she bent over the edge of the bed with my hand and the hairbrush.

She was crying and upset after the spanking and I let her know we were not done which only upset her more. I had Julie lubricate her bum hole and position her for me. I pushed myself into her and once again pleasured myself with her bottom. It seemed to go a little better while still emphasizing her submission to me. She knows that I can take that liberty with her when I want. I must admit it feels very good to take her that way and I know her future husband will enjoy it too.

Not too much to report about my girls. Their behavior has been good for the most part. Our pastor let me know that he has been counseling Sarah and I gave him my thanks and support. I know Emily’s visit has been a change for all of us. I think the only spanking I gave was to Lori and it was during a weekend afternoon when just she and I were home. She undressed and I spanked her by hand across my lap and gave her a short cornertime. After she sat on my lap for quite some time as I comforted her. It is always nice to share those close times.

Yours,

Peter

And one from Emily:

My dear Pastor Andrew

I suppose its a new chapter, Yes Mr Larson is still disciplining me regularly, but Pastor James is now fully involved. I like Pastor James a lot, and I know it's right he disciplines me, but it is hard sometimes.

Last Sunday I let my attention wander during the sermon again, and Mr Larson sent me up to see Pastor James in his office. He made me undress, and preyed over me as he felt my breasts. I then had to lay over his knee for a spanking with that horrid paddle. Just when he had finished, he was comforting me and I heard the door open. It was one of the elders, and he and Pastor James had a chat about me, and the elder said I looked lovely. Pastor James made me get up, and the elder looked me up and down all over. The phone rang, and Pastor James just went into the other office taking the call. It felt strange to be talking to a man of about sixty, who was asking me about being spanked, when I was naked. He had just asked me to turn around and stick my bottom out a bit when Pastor James returned. He complimented Pastor James on a job well done, and patted my hot bottom.

When he left, Pastor James smacked me hard, grabbed my breasts roughly and I said thank you to him.

When I got home Mr Larson had me strip and bend over the dining table, then he gave me a few whacks with his belt. Then I had to kneel and say thank you too.

Be in touch soon

Emily

From an email to Auntie Rachael

....When he had finished, he was working his fingers in my bottom when I heard the door open. It was one of the elders, and he and Pastor James had a chat about me, and the elder said I looked lovely. All the time PAstor James kept moving his fingers in and out. Pastor James made me get up, and the elder looked me up and down all over. The phone rang, and Pastor James just went into the other office taking the call. It felt strange to be talking to a man of about sixty, who was asking me about being spanked, when I was naked. He fondled my breasts, and asked me to turn around and stick my bottom out and he let his hands run all over and between. When Pastor James returned. He complimented Pastor James on a job well done, and smacked my my hot bottom.

When he left, Pastor James smacked me hard, grabbed my breasts roughly and indicated that he wanted me to pull him off. Near the end he pulled me to my feet, pushed me over the desk, and put his thing in my bottom crack, thrusting along it until he came over my red bottom.

He then put me against the wall, until he let me dress.

When I got home Mr Larson had me strip and bend over the dining table, then he gave me a few whacks with his belt. Then I had to kneel and he thrust himself into my mouth and held me head, making me take him in and was quite rough, until he finished like Pastor James and, again, I stood in the corner with his stuff still all over me. The girls saw too. I thought he was going to do it in my bottom again.....

My dear Pastor Andrew

At Church on Tuesday, two boys and one of the girls had got into trouble at school and their parents had sent them to Pastor James. I was helping him with some paperwork, and when they came in he asked me to go and fetch the elder's wife. By the time we returned, the three were facing the wall, hands by their sides, naked.

All three were called to stand in front of Pastor James, and he indicated that we should stand where we could see. Each had to bend over in turn and take a hard paddling.

I 'm glad to see boys get spanked like we do.

Emily

From an email to Auntie Rachael

...All three were called to stand in front of Pastor James, and he indicated that we should stand where we could see. I was fascinated to see the boys. Both are 16. One is very well built, and his thing was quite impressive. The other smaller and younger. Before he paddled them, he prayed over them like he does us, but instead of talking about shame and submission as he does with me, he talked about manly pride and courage. Both still bent over in turn and got paddled very hard, and both did cry. The girl is 18 and he fondled her breasts and bottom he does with me. She was spanked hard too, and made quiet a show as she was made to open her legs for it.

What I suddenly did notice was both boys had full on erections. Pastor James then sat down, and put the girl over his lap and worked his fingers until they were damp, and slipped his fingers into her bottom hole. As he worked her, the boys erections just grew. Suddenly, the elder's wife went to the bigger of the two boys, who was very impressive when fully up, and began to pull him off as if conducting a medical procedure. It didn't take long and when he finished she caught in in her hands and smeared it over his bottom. She did the same for the other boy who took even less time. The elder's wife then put the boys in the corner, and the girl knelt and used her hands to thank Pastor James, who finished over her breasts....

A note from Pastor James:

Dear Pastor Andrew,

I would imagine that discipline is as big a part of your work there as it is with mine. Some parents are just more comfortable having me handle the punishments and others feel it carries more weight coming from me. At any rate, it has been a busy time here. With Mr. Larson’s more frequent travels I have taken over more of the discipline for Emily and Sarah. Last week Emily came to me one evening just as I was finishing a meeting with some church deacons. Knowing that the embarrassment and humiliation aspects of a spanking need to be greater to have an effect on her these days, I invited the three men to stay for her punishment.

Emily undressed and all three admired her naked body as I lectured her. I instructed her to bend over a chair with her legs slightly spread to give the men a good view as I paddled her. They enjoyed not only the look at her private area but the swaying of her breasts as I spanked her and all three were erect by the time I finished. Emily was upset and crying at this point but I kept her in the position and allowed the men to touch and fondle her breasts, bottom, and private area. I told Emily she needed to thank the men for using their valuable time to help with her spanking and she proceeded to take them one at a time into her mouth.

Deacon Smith was pretty quick and finished his thank you in her mouth which she was able to swallow. Next was Deacon Wright who took a bit longer and left his thank you on Emily’s lovely breasts. While she worked on Deacon Quinn, who is quite well endowed if I do say so, my wife, Mary, came in and she was able to see him decorate Emily’s face with his very ample thank you. The men said their goodbyes and I asked Mary to help me finish with her. Mary bent her over the couch and fingered her bum hole making sure she was ready and then helped guide me into her tight bottom. I must say I appreciated all of Peter’s efforts as she took me easily and I very much enjoyed the feel of her bum. I gave her a steady rhythm for a couple of minutes and then with Mary’s encouragement deposited my thank you deep into her bum. Mary actually fingered my bum hole just as I got close to finishing which really heightened my pleasure.

The next night was confirmation class and was disappointed when Sarah and three others disrupted the class by talking among themselves as I was trying to cover some material. I asked them to stay after class and led Sarah, Susan, Zack, and Tom to my office while the rest of the kids left. I was quite angry and let them know in no uncertain terms what I expected from them during our classes. I grabbed my paddle and told them all to strip for a spanking. They hesitated, looking at each other, until I yelled and they all proceeded to undress. I could see they were self conscience but I got right into it and paddled the boys as soon as they were naked.

I took a little longer with Sarah and Susan, showing the boys how a young woman should be punished. After spanking I fondled them and played with their bum holes. I’m sure both were embarrassed in front of the boys but they showed some arousal. Zach and Tom both had full erections at this point and I told Sarah and Susan to take care of them. Sarah knelt in front of Zach and started stroking him with her hands and Susan followed her lead with Tom. As Zach’s excitement grew Sarah took him in her mouth where he soon climaxed and Sarah was able to take most of it. When Susan attempted the same with Tom, his sudden release gagged her and most of it ended up on her face and breasts.

I kept Sarah behind as the others dressed and left. I felt her breasts and fingered her bottom before having her take me in her mouth. She is getting better at it and before long I gave her another thank you to swallow. As you can see things have been busy here. I hope you are well.

Pastor James

And another from Peter:

Pastor Andrew,

Although I have not been able to provide as much guidance to Emily as I would like do to some travel I can assure you Pastor James has done very well filling in for me. He is also working with Sarah which has been good. Emily is doing well and I am happy with her progress.

I returned home on Friday and found that my wife and I had dinner plans with some friends. Lori had gone to a friend’s house for the night leaving Emily and Sarah alone for the evening. When we returned around ten we found that Emily had opened a bottle of wine and shared it with Sarah. Both girls were more than a little bit tipsy. I was angry and quickly ordered both girls to undress for a punishment. They both got on all fours and I gave them my hand, the hairbrush, and a few smacks with the belt. Still angry, I pinched Emily’s nipples and used her wetness to push my fingers into her bum. Julie was watching the whole scene and encouraging me. I was erect and I could tell she was excited by it as well. I told Sarah to sit the chair and watch.

Wanting to increase Emily’s humiliation I had Julie remove her panties, hike up her skirt and sit on the couch with her legs spread. Emily knelt in front of her and I told her to pleasure Julie with her fingers and tongue and give her an orgasm. As Emily got into it I pushed into her bum from behind. As Julie’s arousal grew I pumped a little faster and when Julie began to cum I let myself go in Emily’s bum. Sarah was rubbing herself as she watched the three of us.

The next morning, to show that all was forgiven, Julie took Sarah and Emily shopping. Lori got home after they had left and I was disappointed that she had not slept much since she had a soccer game that afternoon. I sent her to take a shower and to come to my room after. She came in wearing a robe and I told her she needed to show more responsibility and a spanking might help to remind her. She slipped the robe off and positioned her naked body across my lap. I spanked her firmly by hand and she was soon sobbing and telling me how sorry she was.

Being my youngest I’ve always had a soft spot for Lori and I think she knows it. After I finished spanking her she climbed into my lap and gave me a hug while I comforted her by rubbing her back and bottom. As her crying subsided I checked to see if she showed signs of arousal and found once again some wetness. I could feel her responding to my touch so I continued and was a little surprised when I felt her body shudder as she orgasmed. I continued to hold her and we talked. She actually asked if I wanted her to do what she had seen Emily do for me but I told her that could wait.

Yours,

Peter

And finally Emily’s reflections after returning home:

Emily had plenty of time to think on the plane ride home. She was going back after her first term and she reflected on all that happened during her stay in the US . It had been an educational experience to say the least, both in school and at the home of her hosts, the Larson family. The question of what she would find back in the UK also made her think. Emily knew she was different but she wondered how it would affect things at home.

Her parents were waiting for her and the welcoming at the airport was warm with lots of smiles and hugs. The ride home went fairly fast and soon Emily found herself in the comfortable and familiar home she had grown up in. The first few days were quiet as Emily got some much needed rest. The end of the term had been hectic and the time difference from the travel took some time to get used to. Her mom cooked some of her favorite foods and in some ways her time in the US seemed almost like a dream.

Good things never last forever and it did not take too long before she found herself on her dad’s bad side and she knew she would be spanked. Some things do not change. As she went to her room she felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. There was some comfort in this routine she had experienced her whole life yet a part of her wondered if things had changed. She knew her father was aware of the things that had happened at the Larson ’s.

Emily’s dad entered the room as he usually did, quickly explained what he was unhappy with, and directed her to undress. So far, nothing different. Emily felt his eyes on her as she slipped out of her clothes and she glanced up several times to see if there was anything different in his look. She felt embarrassed as always when he saw her but there was that level of comfort too. In spite of all that had happened she knew she was still his girl just as she always had been. She knew what pain lay ahead but there was also the beginning of another feeling in that most private area between her legs.

Her dad got her positioned across his lap and it all felt so familiar. The feel of his clothes, the way he smelled, his voice, and the one hand resting on her bottom. She knew she was exposed to him but there was not too much time to think before the spanking started. It was harder than Mr. Larson had done it and before long tears welled up in her eyes and she felt the stinging pain all over her naked bum. It did not last as long as she had expected and then she heard the familiar voice telling her it was over as he lightly caressed her bottom. Emily stood and then he was gone and she was alone, naked, and fully aroused.

Emily crawled into bed and wondered how many times she had done this as her fingers reached down to touch herself. There was no need to ask if it was ok. She thought about being across her father’s lap, how safe and secure it was. His strong hands holding her, knowing she was on display for him. Before long the wonderful waves of pleasure washed over her as she climaxed. So good to be home.

The REAL Cinderella

Firebird_to — Sat, 12 Feb 2011 11:20:50 UTC

The REAL Cinderella
by Firebird (firebird_to@yahoo.com.au)

Let's see. Where do I start. I'm completely naked. My ankles are bound and so are my wrists. My upper arms are pulled backwards to force my head down further onto my husband's cock. It smells and I think the only time he washes his cock is when it's in my mouth. His second wife lies beside us on a wooden bench. She takes great delight in holding our husband's cock up for me. I feel fingers taking strands of my hair and grasping ever so tightly. My Lord feels I've had enough time to get my breath and forces me to suck him off some more.

Not exactly the story you'd read to kids. Before I was simply know as Cinderella. You know, nasty sisters, flaky fairy-godmother, big pumpkin, glass slipper, yadda yadda yadda. What happened after my handsome Prince took me away to his castle you might ask. Well, this is part two of my life.

Once my prince had found me and returned my lost glass slipper to my foot, I thought I had found pure happiness. For the next five days it was. I was wined and dined. I lived in the palace in the tallest tower. I could see green land for miles. I swear I could even hear the sea. My Prince would come and kiss me every night. I knew he wanted to make love to me but I said not until our wedding night. He just smiled and left. Then on the fifth night when I had said no to sex once again, my prince asked me to follow him downstairs to the dungeons. Being innocent and naive, I did as he asked.

Little did I know my prince was a sadist, and quite an impatient one.

Once I was in the dungeon he spent the next month whipping, spanking, raping and torturing me. Only a select few of his guards knew of the Prince's thirst for sadism and they also enjoyed raping and buggering me while the prince stretched and burnt my sore tortured breasts. I do not know how I survived that month. It seemed like years.

Then one day the prince simply tired of me. In the dead of night I was bound, gagged and put into the back of a coach. There I travelled with three of the Prince's soldiers. For weeks we were on the road. During the day I was bound and gagged, at night I was their play-toy. The Prince had left instructions that I was to be whipped every night, fucked and buggered with the local weeds. Stinging nettle was preferred. The soldiers followed the Prince's orders to the letter.

Finally we arrived at my new home. Lord Ordan, a friend of the Prince in the far South East had paid for me to become his slave. I was carried into the throne room by the soldiers and dropped heavily onto the stone floor before the Lord. I was untied and my gagged removed. The Lord looked me over for several minutes. Finally he descended from his throne and stood beside me. He took my hand and held it tightly. I watched as another man appeared. He was all in white with a funny hat. Later I found out he was the local priest.

In a language I didn't understand I watched and waited. Finally the priest etched a symbol in the air between him and I, then the Lord kissed me on the lips.

"You are mine now." he hissed. With a nod from the Lord two of the guards from the room took my arms and escorted me to the Lord's bedroom. My wrists were tied to a rope in the ceiling and I was suspended three feet off the ground. There with my arms aching and no one to hear my cries of pain, I waited. Six hours later the Lord finally appeared. He then ordered the guards to whip me until he was satisfied. The guards were good at following orders. I screamed with each lash. I lost count after the first thirty but I could guess it was close to a hundred.

The Lord looked my tanned body up and down. He liked the red lash marks on my naked flesh. He massaged his cock beneath his clothes.

"Do you know what happened before in the throne room?" he asked. I shook my head.

"You and I are now married. We have a silly law over here in our land where men are not allowed to beat any women apart from the ones they own. Since you are now married to me, then I can do whatever I like to you."

The Lord took a grape from his selection of fruit. "You'll find that your tongue is no use here. The language you speak is only spoken by me and a couple of teachers. I've already ordered the teachers never to speak to you. But I'm sure you'll pick up on our language as we go along."

The Lord looked over to the guard and said something else. The guard then proceeded to whip me from neck to toe for the next five minutes. After I had finished screaming I felt myself being lowered. The Lord decided he must have his new wife. I fell forward onto the bed puffing and groaning. There the Lord removed his clothing and sodomised me from behind. His cock wasn't long but definitely wide and hard. He fucked me like a pig for a few minutes then cummed. Once he pulled out I was lifted back up into the air again. With cum dribbling down my leg the Lord ordered all light to be extinguished so he could sleep.

Three times during the night the Lord woke up. The first time I was simply whipped for his amusement. The second time I was lowered and face-fucked. The third time the Lord allowed his honour guards to gang-rape me. He laughed as I had three cocks fucking into me at the same time. Once all his men had cummed I was suspended above the bed again. I was given twenty more lashes before the Lord fell asleep.

The following morning I awoke to find no one in the room. My arms were stiff and had no feeling. My body was an artwork of lashes and pain. I was lowered a few minutes later. Two guards picked me up and lay me on the Lord's bed. Without even thinking I automatically opened my legs to allow entry ... and received a slap across my face.

"None of that whore!" spoke a lady. I opened my eyes and saw two women. One scowled at me angrily. I heard the second speak to her in their language and with a huff, the first left. The second lady came forward and started to wash my body. Thankfully she spoke my language. She told me her name was Harmony and that she too had been kidnapped and married by the Lord. She was the second wife to him while I was the third. Apparently the Lord didn't know his wives could speak my tongue and instructed me never to tell him. Harmony also gave me another warning, beware of the woman who I had just met. She is the Lord's first wife. Her name was Bella ... and she was as evil as him.

Once Harmony had finished cleaning my flesh and soothed some of my lash marks, her next duty was to give me food and water. I ate and drank quickly. When I was replete Harmony ordered me to follow her. My wrists were tied behind my back and the guards followed closely behind me. They leered at my naked body but no one we passed seemed to care about my condition. Harmony led the way to the Lord's Harem. When I entered I saw a simple room with a large bed in the middle and many curtains covering the walls. Harmony told me this is where we all sleep but as Bella obviously didn't like me, it would be best if I slept on the stone floor for the time-being.

The guards untied my wrists and left the room. I immediately went to the window to look for escape. Apart from being nearly fifty feet from the ground, the window was barred. There was no escape. Harmony seemed to sense my disappointment.

"Don't fret. You'll get use to this life. It's not all pain and humiliation."

I looked mournfully into her eyes before being distracted by the door opening. A woman walked in covered in nice clothes and expensive jewels. She stopped as soon as she saw me. It was Bella.

"Is this her?!" she demanded.

Harmony replied for me. "Yes Bella. This is our Lord's third wife."

Bella stared me up and down for a few seconds. "Keep the cunt out of my sight!" and promptly left the room. Harmony just rolled her eyes.

"Why does she despise me so?" I inquired.

Harmony smirked. "Because last night was the Lord and Bella's anniversary, and he preferred to whip and fuck you instead of spend anytime with her. She knows she's on the way out. Our Lord maybe a sadist but at least he respects people, even us. He has heard of many complaints about Bella and things she has said and done. He won't stand for it and if Bella isn't careful, she'll find herself without a head before too long."

My head was a daze. I couldn't believe they took death and torture so easily here. Harmony found a tunic for me to wear to cover my nakedness. She brushed my hair and dressed it up a bit. When she finished she sat on the bed. I sat on the bed beside her and in that instant, lost all control. I cried for what seemed like an hour but Harmony didn't move. She held onto me and rubbed my back until I had finished. I would have stayed there longer but Bella returned with the two guards. Harmony and I stood up when she entered the room.

"Right bitch!" spat Bella, "Came with me." she instructed. As usual I didn't have any choice. The guards took my arms and quickly secured my wrists. They then led me out of the room. I felt Harmony's mournful eyes on my back as I left. We walked through many corridors and passageways. I was easily lost. Finally we descended down a stone stairwell and by it's depth I felt we were under the very earth we stood on.

We entered in through a large steel door into a large chamber. It was a torture chamber. Bella instructed the guards to remove my clothing and to tie me to the vertical rack. This they did easily. One took a single swipe at my tunic and tore it in two. The pieces fell to the floor. My breasts bounced from the movement and the guard eyed them off before securing me to the metal structure. Once completed the guards moved over to stand by the door.

Bella came over to me and took my chin in her hand. "I don't like you little one. You caused me much humiliation yesterday."

I tried to protest but Bella just backhanded me across the face. "You will listen, not talk!"

Bella moved to stand beside a table. It was covered in many different tools of torture and pain. She took a long metal pin from a table and inspected it's end. She came back over to me and took hold of my left breast.

"I don't give a fuck what you were before you came here. You're mine now and you'll regret it for the rest of your life." and with that said, she shoved the pin deep into breast. I screamed as it entered and screamed again when she pushed it all the way through. I moaned in pain and Bella stared deep into my eyes.

"Don't cry little one, at least not until I've inflicted some real pain. My Lord won't even want to look at you when I've finished."

Bella slowly withdrew the pin and twisted it on it's exit. I screamed for her pleasure and cried. Bella dropped the pin back on the table.

"That's a nice start don't you think? Let's try this." and she picked up a second pin, but this one had a nasty looking hook on the end. She fiddled with it trying to decide something, once her decision had been made she bent down and took a hold of my left vagina lip and pierced it with the hook. No amount of screaming and crying persuaded her to remove it. I watched on in fear as she found another hooked pin and put it through my other vagina lip.

Bella smiled and wiped away some of the spittle from my mouth. "There there child, it will be over soon." with that she reached her arm back and punched me square in the jaw. I was temporarily stunned and felt blood in my mouth.

Searching the table Bella found another tool for her work. I recognised it as a pineapple. The Prince used it on me from my homeland. However Bella was a little more aware of what pain a woman could take. She heated the pineapple up by the brazier and summoned the guards. I didn't understand their orders but quickly found it was to move me onto the wooden horse. My arms and legs were tied to each of the horse's legs. This fully exposed my ass, cunt and back. The horse's back was rough and it bit into my belly and chest. My boobs hung either side, nipples fully erect.

I heard more chatter in their language and one of the guards tossed a coin. He growled as he had lost the bet and the second guard started to remove all his armour and clothing. Bella ordered the clothed guard to strike my back. He chose a strange tool. It was like a large piece of black leather with a handle. When it hit me the first time I was completely winded. I didn't feel pain as such but my back certainly tingled.

As my back was being slapped the naked guard took up residence behind me. He pried open my ass cheek and proceeded to bugger me. With barely enough air in my lungs, my ass being buggered and my position lying on the slim side of a thick piece of timber, I wasn't in the best condition to even scream, let alone plead for mercy. I think Bella knew this. The guard buggering me didn't last long. Bella scowled him for his quick withdrawal. She ordered him to get a large thick dildo and bugger me with it until she was ready.

When the pineapple was a dull red Bella removed it from the coals with a large pair of tongs. She brought it over to me and quickly ordered the naked guard to remove the dildo. The pineapple wasn't going to fit into my asshole no matter what Bella tried. I quickly found out it wasn't my ass she was after. The guard pulled my vagina lips apart and Bella inserted the thin pineapple into my vagina passage. The heat and pain was intense but not enough to burn. With my back still being slapped I felt the guard twisting the pineapple's knob. Quickly it expanded in size and engulfed my vagina passage. Then it became uncomfortable and quickly unbearable. I screamed for release but the guard was under orders.

Bella watched me scream and jerk on the wooden horse for a couple of minutes. The guards continued to slap and bugger me. However Bella was already onto her next idea. She removed a very bright red piece of coal from the fire. The guard stopped his dildo fucking of my asshole and following Bella's ordered, pried my ass cheeks apart. Bella lodged the piece of coal at the entrance of my asshole and the guard pushed my ass cheeks together. This was more pain than I had ever had to bear before. I kicked and spat to try and release the coal but to no avail. I couldn't handle it. I remember screaming for a few seconds then passing out.

Cold water was used to wake me up. Once my grogginess had faded I realised I had been moved into a new position. I was on a horizontal cross. My arms tied to the crossbar. My legs were tied to a vertical V shaped structure. This again allowed full access to my cunt and ass. I looked around and saw the guards back by their posts at the door. The pineapple had been removed as well as the hooked pins from my vagina lips.

Bella didn't waste anytime and started whipping at my pubic mound and vagina with a cat-o-nine-tails whip. The steel balls bounced cruelly off my tender flesh. I cried and pleaded for mercy. It was a good few minutes before Bella began to tire. She eventually dropped the whip and looked around for something to use on me.

She walked to the corner of the room and picked up a pipe. She nodded to one of the guards who came over to her. She instructed him and I watched as he pushed the pipe in between my vagina lips. He tilted it slightly and held a funnel at the other end. Bella came over with a large bucket of hot steamy water. I didn't like the looks of this. Bella slowly poured the water into the funnel. It entered me with such heat and shock I nearly fainted again. I sincerely wished I did. My vagina had to deal with hot scolding water while Bella laughed. Water burned my pussy lips as it escaped from around the pipe. It dribbled down my ass cheeks singing my asshole and tender flesh. I banged my head again the cross to faint but it was no use. I screamed until my throat was hoarse.

A few minutes later after I had quieten down and finished panting. Bella stood beside me. "Are we having fun yet? ... No? ... Well, let's try this."

Bella took out a long piece of twine with a needle hanging from the end. She placed a seat at my ass and sat down. She pulled out one of my labia lips and pushed the needle through it. I moaned in pain. I was so tired I barely felt Bella stabbing me with the needle. After ten minutes or so she had neatly sewn my labia lips together.

But she wasn't finished there. She walked over to the table laden with tools and took a large bat. It was covered in mean looking curved spikes. She rolled it along my breasts and rubbed it into my belly and nipples. It left small cuts on my torso. Bella smiled at my torment then moved to stand in between my legs. She placed the lower of the spikes at my vagina entrance and slid it down until the first spike caught the twine. I pleaded with her to stop but to no avail. She ripped the bat down harshly. I screamed anew. The pain was horrendous. She did it again and again until all of the twine had been severed. I couldn't see my genitals but I knew there must have been a lot of blood. Bella yanked out the ends of the twine to serve me more pain. She happily tore out the last piece and looped it around her finger.

"I don't know about you Cin ... but I'm having so much fun!" she chuckled. Tears welled in my eyes. I wanted to die. Bella took a large knife from the table. "I think it's time we said bye bye Cin."

"Hold." came a voice from the shadows. So out of place was it that even I turned my head to look.

"Who dares stop me!?!" demanded Bella. "My Lord will kill you for stopping me following his orders."

I inwardly groaned. In the short time I was with our Lord, even I came to recognise his voice. The Lord stepped forward from the shadow. He had a grim look upon his face. Another figure appeared beside the Lord. It was Harmony. My heart leapt.

"I did not give you permission to torture anyone Bella. Harmony has informed me that you've already tortured her in the past. Now I see you doing the same to Cinderella. What say you?"

As slow as Bella was, she wasn't anyone's fool. She fell to her knees to plead for her life. "Please my Lord. Forgive me."

The Lord nodded to the two guards who were just as surprised to see him as Bella was. They came over and took Bella's arms and tied her down on a brick structure. She was tied face down with her arms stretch before her, and her legs stretched wide behind her. The Lord ordered Harmony to release me from my position. I thanked Harmony profusely. She held her index finger to her lips to silence me. Once was I released the guard who buggered me lifted me up and cradled me in his arms.

While I was being released the other guard was whipping Bella's back and thighs. Bella's face was red from screaming. The Lord watched on for many strikes then ordered a halt. He took a taper from the table and lit it. He stood before Bella and said something which I didn't recognise. Harmony did and steadied herself. The guard took a large container. It was filled with a loose tar. He smeared it into Bella's vagina and ass area. The Lord then walked over to the side of the brick structure which I came to recognise was a fireplace. There was a faggot in the fireplace and the Lord set it ablaze. Directly below Bella's belly and genital area was a large hole. I watched as the flames eventually grew and very soon started to engulfed Bella's lower body. The tar then burst into flame. I watched on as Bella screamed and pleaded for mercy as the flames licked her body. The tar prolonged the agony to her genitals.

The Lord turned to us and told us to leave. We did so quickly. Harmony told me later that Bella might or might not die. The Lord was going to remove her reason for being with him, her sex. Once the fire had destroy her outer appearance, he would then use a tiger claw (which I later found out to be a glove with knives on the finger tips) to remove her genitals and love passage.

I waited with Harmony in the room. After many hours our Lord came to see is. All he said was, "What needed to be done is done." He never said anymore on about Bella, but I've heard stories and rumours later on that she survived the torture and was now a beggar on the streets.

My wounds were treated and I was allowed to rest for three days. Later that week I am happily tied up sucking my husband's cock with Harmony lying on a wooden bench helping me. Our Lord loves fucking a woman when she's tied up and that is how it will remain for the rest of my days. Occasionally he whips and tortures both Harmony and I, but such is life.

Everything turned out okay ... until a new girl arrived, but that is a story for another time.

The Weekend

btmspace — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 07:29:10 UTC

A WEEKEND AT HOME

Saturday morning arrived and Gary woke around 6:00. Diane was still sleeping as he got out of bed and crept out of the bedroom. Making the coffee he settled into his chair, watching the morning news. The morning was like so many others as he watched the news, checked the E-mails, and just relaxed thinking about how he missed being at the farm. It was the first weekend he was home since spring and he wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t looking forward to spending the day clothed and stuck in and around the house. Diane on the other hand was happy to be home as she has many plans to get the house cleaned, windows washed, and generally getting things in order for the change of seasons.

She came downstairs and asked Gary if he wanted to go to the market with her since her arm was sore and she needed help. Gary agreed and, that was that. Little did he know of her plans. Finally around 7:30 Diane called down to him stating that she wanted Gary to come upstairs and get ready for the day. Gary went up, headed to the bathroom for his daily ritual of shaving, brushing his teeth, and showering. He shaved, brushed his teeth and started to run the water for his shower. Diane appeared at the door and asked what he was doing. He replied that he was going to shower to which she replied, I told you that I wanted you to be clean! Confused, he looked at her. She said to turn off the shower and get into the bedroom. He did as she demanded and when he entered the bedroom he was immediately smacked on the ass and told to get up on the bed on his hands and knees. Thinking that a spanking was going to happen, he jumped up on the bed and assumed the position that she instructed. Diane walked over next to him and lightly spanked him for a few moments and then she put her hand on the back of his neck and made him lower his head onto the bed. Just stay still she instructed and she reached for something under the covers. Gary knew something was different but didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know what to make of it until he felt something slender being inserted into his butt. He felt the cool rush of fluid being squirted into him. An enema!!!! What are you doing he asked and her reply was, "today we are cleaning and I am starting with cleaning you out first", was her reply. As Gary knelt there the pressure started and after a few minutes of squirming he begged to go to the bathroom. Not yet, was her response and then he felt more fluid being put into him. After what felt like an eternity he was allowed to go and expel what was in him. When he finally was done he told her that he was ready for his shower. Not yet she said as she approached him with a well lubricated hand. "Bend over", was her command and he did as he was told. She probed him rather roughly explaining that she wanted to be sure he was completely cleaned out. After a rather thorough exam Diane was satisfied and removed her fingers and sent him to the shower.

After his shower Gary headed for the family room to get dressed for the trip to the market. When he got downstairs he noticed that his clothing was set out for him, something she had never done before. Waiting for him in the chair, she called him over to stand next to her. She roughly took hold of his manhood, pulling his balls downward, he had no choice but to sink to his knees next to her. She looked him square in the eyes and announced that his ass belonged to her today. With that being said, she got up, still holding him and led him to the dressing table. "Bend over", was the next words he heard her say and he did as he was told. She lubricated his anus and he felt her pushing the clear butt plug into his ass. She deftly tied string through the holes in the plug, pulling the strings up around his waist and tied them off. There you go she uttered, now you will have a reminder of who is in charge today. Next she spun him around and tied up his balls with twine and cut off a piece that left about 3 feet of extra twine hanging. She handed him a pair of shorts and told him to put them on. He did as he was told and the string now dangled out of the pant leg. As Gary put his money in his right pocket it passed through and fell on the floor. Curious as to why, he reached into the pocket only to discover that the bottom of the pocket had been cut open. Diane stood next to him and reached into the pocket pulling the twine up through and let it hang out of the opening giving it a tug as she did. Gary winced as he felt the pull but stood his ground. Diane instructed him to pick up his money and put it in the other pocket. As he bent over to retrieve it he felt another hard smack on his ass. Ã¢â‚¬Å“NowÃ¢â‚¬Â, she said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“ we are going to the market and it you misbehave, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll give that a good hard pull and I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care where we are.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Off to the market they went, Diane smirking at her new found control and Gary feeling the effects of being plugged and bound. On the way there, Gary was driving a little too fast for her pleasure so she reached across and yanked even harder than before, sending waves of pain up from his balls. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Slower Brat or IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll really pull on themÃ¢â‚¬Â, she commanded. And so it went for the trip to Park St. Once at he market she put the twine back in his pocket and left just a little end of it hanging out. The pullover he wore concealed it nicely, she thought. While shopping Diane saw a ring she wanted but Gary, always on guard for frivolous spending announced his displeasure at the thought of the purchase. The man at the counter asked her is she liked it and she said she did. Here, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll get you the money she said as she reached into GaryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s right pocket as his hands were full of produce. Finding the twine she firmly but subtly pulled the twine more and more. Gary was almost ready to drop to his knees from the pain when Diane giggled and said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“oh, it must be in the other pocketÃ¢â‚¬Â and released her grip. Gently reaching into his left pocked she extracted the cash for the purchase and handed it over to the vendor. She smirked at Gary and said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you love shopping with me?Ã¢â‚¬Â Gary nodded yes and they went on their way. Once back in the car Diane again retrieved the end of the twine, gave it a tug and said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Be careful on the way home, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d hate to become alarmed at your driving and really have to hurt youÃ¢â‚¬Â, knowing secretly that another tug or two would only serve to reinforce her new control over him.

After arriving home and putting things away Diane told Gary to remove his clothes and prepare to spend the day inside helping her clean. Gary removed his shirt and shorts and started to untie the twine around his balls. Diane, seeing this, swatted his ass and then his hands. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t tell you to remove that tooÃ¢â‚¬Â, she said. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You will keep that on and the plug too, until I decide that it is time to come offÃ¢â‚¬Â. Gary protested that while he didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mind the ball restraint, his butt was getting sore from the plug. Diane instructed him to bend over so she coulg get a look at it. As she examined him she noticed that the KY had indeed been absorbed so she removed the plug, got the KY and squeezed a generous amount into his anus. Pushing her finger in, she made sure that he was well lubricated. She examined the plug and noticed that it was nice and clean, secretly congratulating herself on the cleaning out that she had performed earlier in the morning. She then applied a little more KY to the plug, pushed it back in, an secured the harness she made so that it would continue to stay in place. She stood him up and had him turn towards her so that she could get a look at her work. She instructed him to get moving as there was much to do and that he could start downstairs on the windows and work his way up. She told him that just because she was not there supervising, he was supposed to stay on task and not to even think about touching himself. She said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I can see that you are already dripping so if to get off when I am not looking, I will tie your balls to the vacuum cleaner and make you clean every room in the houseÃ¢â‚¬Â. Gary nodded and uttered, Ã¢â‚¬Å“yes MaamÃ¢â‚¬Â.

Once done with all of the windows except the big one upstairs, Diane told him that she wanted that one done right, meaning that she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t expect to see the little spot that he always says he canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t reach. She allowed him to put on shorts for that task as he had to hang out of the side windows to reach all of the big window. When he put them on Diane reached into his shorts pulling the twine so that it hung over the waistband at the rear of his shorts. Gary was perched on the window ledge doing the best he could but was unable to reach that last spot. As he explained to Diane about not reaching the spot, she reached behind him and pulled the twine firmly, causing his balls to be pulled through the crack of his ass and up the back. Gary winced in pain but to no avail as Diane pulled even more insistently. This action caused him to pull himself up further to avoid more pain and the result was that he was now in a position to reach that last little area. Pleased with her control and the fact that her window was now the way she liked it, Diane eased off on the tension and Gary finally felt some relief. Diane grinned and thought to herself, Ã¢â‚¬Å“ I think I like this Topping stuffÃ¢â‚¬Â.

When the housework was completed Gary went downstairs to watch the race. As he settled into his chair he thought of how well he had adapted to wearing the plug all day and was not in any discomfort. As the race got underway, Diane appeared at the door and asked what he thought he was doing. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I thought the cleaning was done and I was going to watch the race,Ã¢â‚¬Â, he said. Diane announced that there was still some things to do and walked over pulled him by her little twine leash. Gary obediently stood and followed her as she went upstairs, still pulling him along, as if he had a choice. She led him to the bathroom and told him to sit on the toilet while she bathed and shaved. Of course, Diane made him shave her and wash her back. Once done with the bath Diane stood and glared at him for a moment and Gary realized that he was supposed to dry her as well. Upon completing that task Diane told him to get into the bedroom and lay on the bed with his head at the foot of the bed. As Gary entered he noticed that most all of the towels that they owned had been laid out on the bed right where his head was supposed to go. Curious but not wanting to rile Diane, he did as he was told. Diane then said that he had two last thing to clean before he was done. That being said, Gary got on the bed and laid as he was told. Diane then climbed up on the bed and squatted over him, bringing her freshly shaved pussy within inches of his face. Ã¢â‚¬Å“NowÃ¢â‚¬Â, she saidÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ Ã¢â‚¬Å“I want you to use that tongue of yours to bring me to orgasm while you lick me clean on the insideÃ¢â‚¬Â. Ã¢â‚¬Å“And as long as you are down there I was my butt cleaned inside and out with your tongue as wellÃ¢â‚¬Â , she instructed. Gary loved doing that anyways so he went right to work. After some teasing and a good rimming of both of her orifices he concentrated on the clitoris and found just the right angle to bring her to a screaming orgasm. Gary felt that he did a great job, not knowing that Diane was so wet and so horny from her day of Domination of him. Diane hunched over, catching her breath and rested like that, keeping Gary pinned beneath her. She thought to herself, Ã¢â‚¬Å“he really pleased me today and even though I really donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t like what I am thinking, I should at least give him a little reward for his obedience. She wanted to do something for him but she also wanted to retain control so she decided to go forward with her plan. She never liked urine play and didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t really understand why he did and although she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want to, she decided to give him a little treat for the sacrifices he made today. She rose back up on her knees, looked down at him, and told him to lei still. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Open your mouth Brat!Ã¢â‚¬Â , she commanded. Gary did as he was told and Diane said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I have to pee and I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want it dripping all over me so get your mouth openÃ¢â‚¬Â. She lowered herself on to his mouth and once she felt that his lips were secure and sealed on her vagina she was ready. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Brat, you will take all that you can and the towels are for the excessÃ¢â‚¬Â, she said. Gary was ready, mouth open and sealed on her. Diane started to pee and pee she did! Gary tried to keep up but some of the excess ran down either side of his face, which he loved, and was absorbed in the towels. Once relieved Diane told Gary to lick her nice and clean and he gladly did. Diane got off of his face, turned and looked at him laying there naked. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Would you like to get off Brat?Ã¢â‚¬Â, she asked. Gary was so horny he immediately said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“yes please.Ã¢â‚¬Â Diane bent over, took him in her mouth and started to suck him. She stopped after a moment, looked at him and said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“good, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d like you to as well so if you are a good boy, I might let you get off in the morningÃ¢â‚¬Â. She then gathered her clothes, got dressed and told him, Ã¢â‚¬Å“see you in the morningÃ¢â‚¬Â She left the room with him still on the bed and called out over her shoulder, Ã¢â‚¬Å“you had better get busy washing the towels!Ã¢â‚¬Â Diane sat at the table, grinning ear to ear and thinking, I LOVE POWERÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â¦
To be continued if weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re luckyÃ¢â‚¬Â¦.

Jack is Chastised

backbeauty — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 17:00:11 UTC

Now removed from this site

My daughter is my sex slave Part 1

fuckfuckking — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 13:58:08 UTC

First some backround: Im 6''7 dark brown hair and im very musceluar. I have a stunningly beautiful daughter who I haven't been able to see because of my ex-wife. But she had a crash in her car and now im getting my Kristy back! I drove to the airport and hugged her when she wasn't looking "Daddy!!" she cried out. She spun around and hugged me hard rubbing herself some on me. "Come on, let's go home" i said to her as we got in the car.
On the way home we talked about what had happened to us since last we saw each other. I had gotten a new job as a writer and she was the head cheerleader. I told her how proud i was of her as we went inisde. She marveled at how much my home had changed. It was already close to midnight so i sent her off to bed and climbed into my own and i slept peacfully knowing i had my Kristy back.

I woke up to a woman's moaning. *i walked around till i found Kristy on the coach 100% naked fingering herself and moaning. "KRISTY!!" She looked up and moaned again. "d-daddy i w-w-want you!" she said this in between her fingering motions. I blinked dumbly "what?" I asked unsure. "I want you to dominate me as your sex slave!" she cried out. What the fuck i thought to myself? What happened to my sweet innocent Kristy?. Her body was amazeing though, near-perfect C-cups, perfect curves, and a pussy that would make a man drool.

I was hard before I knew it and she got on her knees infront of me. "I-it's so big master!" I had around two feet of cock. "Are you sure u want to be my slave Kristy? Never haveing an opinion in anything?" I asked. "Totally" she replied her face set. "Then lick my rod you wench!". She did as she was told, licking me all over her tongue running little circles all over my dick.

The Red Thong

Knuffelberin — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 20:04:45 UTC

His hand landed on her ass cheeks.. repeatedly.. with great force..
"I'm not gonna stop until your ass is as red as that cheap, ugly thong of yours, you slut!"
She was sobbing, but her thong was getting soking wet too.
"You didn't really think I would like that hideous piece of fabric, now did you?"
He pulled the thong deep inside her slit.
"I have to punish you for your stupidity.. you fuckin' whore.."
He ripped the thong from her body and forced it inside her mouth. Then he continued slapping her red-spanked ass. It was exciting tasting her own juices from the soaked thong in her mouth, but it felt like the skin of her ass was burning and she couldn't fight the tears anymore. They dripped down her cheeks and her body started shaking.
"Goddamn.. I haven't even started yet.. you whining bitch!"
He dragged her to the bathroom and put her under a cold shower. Even the waterdrops were hurting as they landed on her ass. She started shivering from the cold, but he wouldn't let her get away from the water just yet.
"Now clean yourself up, you filthy slut! You look hideous with that run-down make up!"
She quickly tried washing off all the make up.
As suddenly as she was dumped in the shower, the water stopped. "I'm not gonna waste any more water on you, you're still disgusting!"
He decided she wasn't worthy of using one of his towels, so he said he would hang her to dry.
In one of the rooms he had a bondage apparatus with big black ropes strong enough to lift an elephant. He wrapped the ropes tightly around her arms, legs and torso, leaving her unable to move. Then he slowly started lifting her up, making the ropes carry all of her weight, making them hurt even more. But he wasn't done yet. From a closet he took a basket filled with clothespins. He took his time carefully placing several pins on her inner and outer labia. Then he placed clothespins on her nipples, which hurt much more than on her cunt. The thong in her mouth could hardly muffle her screams anymore. He pulled the thorn thong (which was now totally soaked with her saliva) out of her mouth and replaced it with a big dildo. "I guess you're more used to sucking on this, aren't you.. you fucking slut!"
He put another dildo in her asshole and had to remove a few clothespins to be able to push one deep inside of her cunt.
Then he just left her hanging there.. with a tortured cunt and nipples.. with every hole filled. He left the room and she heard the tv. She wondered how long he would let her hang there. The ropes were almost cutting into her flesh and the longer the clothespins stayed on her, the more she felt her blood throb in her tortured cunt and nipples. Yet she also felt horny as hell. She tried to imagine it was his cock she was sucking on.. his cock buried deep inside of her cunt.. his cock forcing it's way inside her tight ass.
It felt like she was drifting away in some kind of dream-like state. Her body seemed to get numb from the pain. She had no idea how long he had her hanging there.

Finally he came to check up on her. First he removed the dildo's and then slowly let her drop to the floor.. as she was lying there, he removed the clothespins. Removing them hurt even more than placing them, but in this state of mind she could bear it better. He softly carressed her tortured cunt and placed careful kisses on her nipples. She felt totally hot as he started pushing his finger in and out of her wet cunt. She started rocking her body forward onto his hand, to make his finger go in even deeper. This was the sign for him she was ready to get fucked. He carried her to the bed and placed her on her stomach. Then he forced his hard cock inside from behind. Her cunt and nipples felt more sensitive than ever before, because of all the torture. He fucked her hard and let her scream. Her body started shaking as she reached her orgasm. And at that moment she decided: she would buy more of these thongs first thing tomorrow morning!

He owns me... part I

Knuffelberin — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 19:21:10 UTC

It all started 6 months ago, when my boyfriend broke up with me.. suddenly I had to pay all the bills by myself. I really wanted to stay in our apartment, since it's hard to find housing in the city, but the truth is that it's too expensive for me alone. Bills started to build up and I ended up deeper and deeper in debt. Just when I thought I had to give up, my landlord offered me a way out. He had found a guy willing to pay my bills. Of course this sounded too good to be true, there had to be a catch. After discussing the terms I decided to sign the contract he offered me. This guy now owns me.. my body and my soul..

I "pay" him once a month. The first weekend of each month I spend at his place. From Friday 22:00 until Sunday 22:00 I am all his. If I don't come, he won't pay my bills and I'll be on the streets that same month. If I behave bad or don't obey, I'll have to spend more time with him to make up for my mistakes.

Weekend no. 1
I hadn't even met him yet. He knew who I was and what I looked like, but I didn't know anything about him. Just that he's dominant, rich and horny.
I rang the bell of his enormous mansion. The speaker told me to enter and the door automatically opened. He had a low compelling voice. In the hallway I found a note showing me the way to the bedroom. With trembling knees I made my way up the stairs. The bedroom door was open. He had a huge bed, but my eyes were mainly focused on the lot of sex-toys lying around. I entered the room and looked around, but he was not there. There was, however, a note on the mirror. It said I had to open the drawer of the cabinet. Inside I found a sexy lingerie set: long black stockings with red frills, a matching garter belt without thong and one of those bra's which only push the breasts up but don't cover them. Also I found a blindfold and a note telling me to put all this on, then go and sit on the bed.
I took a deep breath and removed my clothes, trading them for the sexy outfit. Then I moved over to the bed and sat down, putting the black blindfold over my eyes. I waited.. I couldn't see a thing but I dared not peek. It felt like he made me wait for hours, but suddenly I heard footsteps in the hallway. I held my breath to be able to listen more closely. He was in the room now, I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore because of the carpet, but I could sense he was nearby and every now and then I could hear the fabric of his clothes move as he was walking around. I heard him open closets. All this time he didn't say a word. I kept quiet too because I had learned to only speak when spoken to. He was my Master now and I had to obey all of his commands.
I felt the matress move, he was sitting right behind me. My breathing excellerated as his hands moved over my breasts. He just barely touched them, moving his hands up and down slowly. Then he switched his attention to my nipples. Gently squeezing and massaging them at first, but quickly moving on to hard pinches and pulls. It hurt a little but made me wet too. His hands started exploring my body. He soon went straight towards my cunt. He pushed my legs open and started penetrating me with his fingers, while his other hand continued grabbing my tits. I still felt a little nervous about the whole thing, but untill now I had nothing to complain about. It had always been a fantasy of mine to be used by a strange man. To surrender my body to him and loose all control. To just let him fuck me whenever he wants, whereever he wants, however he wants. Treating me like an object, like his personal whore.

My body temperature had risen and I think he also noticed more foreplay would make me explode. Yet he continued teasing me with his hands. I could only moan to let him know I was ready for more. I wanted to let myself slide onto the floor and throw myself at his feet, begging him to satisfy me. Eventhough I had no idea who he was, but that itself made the whole situation so exciting.

The first time he spoke: "Your body is mine now. To claim it I will deposit my semen in every one of your holes. But I'm in a generous mood, so I'll let you decide. In which hole do you want to get fucked first?" I felt scared. His voice sounded stern and harsh. And I didn't know what to choose. To be honest I found it kind of cruel to make me choose. Since I didn't really have a say in it anyway.. he was going to fuck me in all 3 holes anyway, no matter what I'd say or do! I was scared of anal penetration. My ex and I had tried it, but didn't succeed because it hurt me too much. But I knew I wouldn't get out of it this time. I should just grid my teeth and hope the pain won't be so bad. Still I decided to save the worst for last. But I still had to choose between my mouth or vagina. "I asked you a question bitch!" he roared as he smacked me in the face. Because of the blindfold I didn't even see it coming and the force almost pushed me off the bed. With tears in my eyes I sobbed "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.." "Quit your whining and just choose!" was his response. "My..uhm.. ... my.." I stumbled, but he was not the patient type. He pushed me onto my belly and started spanking my ass with his flat hand. "You want it in your ass, your cunt or your mouth?" He continued beating me as I tried to answer. The fright made me say the first thing in mind, which was the last thing he said. "My mouth.." He stopped spanking me and pulled me upright again. "You want what in your mouth?" he asked smirking. "I want your cock in my mouth please.." I answered politely. He put his hands around my face and said "So you like sucking cock, eh?... You like the taste of a big fat steaming cock?" I opened my mouth a little to answer "Yes Sir.." but he immediately pushed his cock against my lips. I put my tongue out to lick his dickhead, but he pulled back. "You want to see the cock that is going to fill up all your holes?" I nodded "Yes Sir.. please Sir.." Following that he slowly removed my blindfold. The first thing I saw was his huge swollen cock. I then looked up to his face but he hard-handedly grabbed my jaw, automaticly opening it to slip his cock inside. I closed my eyes and started sucking. I had caught a glimpse of his face however. He was pretty old, around 50 years old judging from the wrinkles. His hair was dark with grey and he had a stern face. He violently shoves his cock deep inside of my throat, firmly pushing his hands at the back of my head as counter-pressure. My eyes spread open wide as it feels like I'm choking. I see the entire length of his cock disappear inside of my mouth. As he pulls back I sputter saliva all over it, but it all immediately disappears back into my mouth again. This isn't just a blow-job, this is a real face-fuck. I'm scared he will suffocate me but just when I think I'm done for, he shoots his spunk deep down my throat. I collapse next to the bed, coughing and spewing out semen mixed with saliva and mucus. When I just barely have caught my breath he pulls my head up by the hair and orders me to lick everything from the floor. "My sperm is too valuable to be wasted on the floor, so lick it all up!" It's gross but I do what he orders me to. Most of it has already sunken down into the carpet and my tongue gets full of tiny hairs. I don't dare to complain though and continue licking 'till I think he'll be satisfied. I'm kneeling on the ground in front of him.. practically naked, humiliated and defeated.

1 down.. 2 to go..

Painting the Roses Red Part 2

beagle9690 — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:43:59 UTC

"Get on your feet you miserable wretch.
I commanded, grabbing her hair and then pulling her to her feet and then putting her face close to mine.
What is the Shylock's name and whom is he collecting for?
Remember, things will go badly for you if you lie to me!"

"He said his name was Frank.
I owe him ten thousand dollars."

"Whom is he collecting for?"
I asked, giving her head a jerk.

"I don't know.
I met him in a bar with some bleached blond.
I think that her name was Mary or Martha; something like that."

"Rose my love, please go upstairs to our bedroom and wait for me.
Your sister and I are going to have a little chat.
Do not come back downstairs for any reason.
I do no want you to know about or be exposed to this dirty affair or the people involved."

"Yes sweetheart, I am sure you know what's best."
I laughed to myself at the expression on Clarette's face as Rose walked away.

"Now there goes a kind, sweet Lady and I love her dearly."
Turning my attention back to her I jerked her head with her hair.
"Let me get this straight, Clarette.
You expect me to believe that you met a strange man in a bar.
His name was Frank, a complete stranger to you.
Frank loaned you ten thousand dollars?
But you don't even know his last name...you expect me to believe that?"

"I'm telling you the truth, I swear to God!"

I let go of her hair and then shook my head, sighing.
"It is a shame that you are not more like your sister.
You are either lying or not telling me the complete truth.
Obviously you have no idea what you may have gotten yourself into.
Shylocks are not nice people.
I removed her handcuffs.

And if you continue lying to me...................................."

I punched her in the stomach taking care to pull the punch and knocking the wind out of her doubling her over.
Clarette sank to her knees gasping for breath.
I hoped that I wouldn't have to hit her that hard again with my fist.
The implied threat that I would do it again should be suffice.
Rose was sweet and kind.... truly good person.
Clarette was not, she almost let the punk break Rose's arm.

In order to get Clarette to comply and change her ways, I had to first break her.
I would make her totally dependent on me for everything.

"While we are on the subject of God.
You are not to lay hands on your sister ever again.
God help you if you dare even to raise your voice to Rose.
No matter how smart and clever that you think you are you will never be your sister's equal
The sooner that you learn that the happier you will be."

I made her crawl on her hands and knees to the basement and then I handcuffed her hands behind her back with the cuffs they brought.
I then tied a rope around her neck and to the jack post.
Using my serrated Spiderco Cricket I cut off her tube top blouse.
Then I fashioned a gag from her blouse.
I wrapped a bar of Ivory Soap in it before placing it over her mouth and I tied it snuggly behind her head.

"Perhaps now you will think twice before lying to me or leaving out information.
I will be back later for the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."
I then cut off her bra and black Capri pants, leaving her in panties only.

I needed to watch Clarette carefully over the next few weeks.
I could not afford any distractions.
My friend David has connections, knowing many powerful influential people.
Although soft-spoken, David is no pushover.
His wife Laura is classy and confident and he loves her dearly.
David enjoys spoiling her.
Behind the scenes, Laura always defers to him.

We sent Laura and Rose to a very exclusive spa and resort.
We wanted them safe and out of the way for the next few weeks.
Both of our ladies were excited about the prospect at getting away to do girl things.
David would be available to help with the Shylock if things got ugly.
The girls were going to be safely tucked away.
I can always count on David being discrete.
He didn't ask why I needed to be alone for the next few weeks.... or longer.

Clarette spent the rest of the day and the following night secured to the post.

I checked on her early the following morning while Rose and Laura were being driven to the airport to catch their plane to Colorado.
Clarette had soiled herself and then in an effort to get comfortable managed to get her feces on the floor.
That was to be expected.

"How dare you crap on my clean floor like some kind of ill mannered puppy?
I said, feigning anger.
Obviously you were never properly house broken."
I removed her gag noticing the dissolved soap that she managed to spit and drool down the front of herself.

I removed her soiled panties.
Then I made her kneel by the floor drain.
I then hosed her off with cold water an the floor, followed by mopping with a solution of bleach and water.
And while doing so I was formulating a plan in my mind to further break and humiliate her.
I let her drink from the hose, first allowing her to rinse her mouth.
I made her spit into the floor drain.

"Lets start over puppy."
I offered, removing her handcuffs.
Get on your hands and knees... good girl.
Exactly how much money did Frank give you in the bar?"
I asked, pushing her wet hair away from her face.

"Frank gave me one thousand dollars, Sir"

"You told me it was ten thousand yesterday."

"The other nine is the interest.
Please let me go.
I promise..."

"Save your breath and save my ears."
I interrupted, by slapping her ass hard with my hand.
"What's in it for no last name Frank and why did he loan you the money?"

"Frank told me that he was tired of the bitch.
Then he laughed and pointed to the bleached blond sitting next to him.
He said it right in front of her, Mary or Martha, whatever.
He said that we should go to Los Vegas for the weekend and party."

"Did you go to Los Vegas with the Shylock?"

"No, I never went with him, he makes my skin crawl.
I just blew him off.
I didn't know he was a Shylock."

What is the name and location of the bar?"

"The Golden Key on Mix Place, Sir.

"I know of the place.
It's a scumbag bar that is frequently raided by the police."
I said in disgust.
"You had no business being there in the first place.
You have most likely involved your sister and I as well.
The Shylock is likely to push up on us for your debt.
Do you hate your sister that much, puppy?
Did you tell the Shylock about us?
Do you know his last name?"

Clarette hesitated before answering, and I knew she would lie.
"No, I swear to God." "I..."

Grabbing her hair, I pulled and forced her over to a chair and sat down I sat down.
I put her over my knee as if she were a disobedient child.

I spanked with my right hand holding her easily in place.
"You are lying to me and if you continue acting like a untruthful child, I shall punish you like one."

I spanked her until her buttocks were beet red.
Clarette was pleading with me to stop... admitting that she lied.
I continued until she was merely whimpering, and went limp, accepting her well-deserved punishment.
I then handcuffed her in the front this time.
I secured her neck with the rope and tied the other end to the jack post.
I then placed a clean gag in her mouth followed by spreading newspapers on the floor for her to sleep on.

Leaving her I drove to a pet shop to pick up some supplies.
Next, I went to Radio Shack for a wireless camera and monitor.
On the way home I saw a small plastic child's wading pool put out to the curb as trash.
It was a silly thing but no doubt a treasure and delight to a small child's imagination on a hot summer day.
It was bright yellow with cartoon sea horses, octopuses and fish.
Growing up on farm money was tight.
As a small child I remember my submarine.... an old galvanized sheet metal watering trough with a slow leak.
My Dad would get in with me to cool off, especially when he just came in from the fields.

God bless him, Dad would make me paper hats from newspapers.
He carved boats for me from small blocks of wood for me to sink.
Dad was an old navy man, a submariner.
What are your orders little Admiral he would say to me.
Afterwards we would sit on the porch and share a double Popsicle broken in half.
It made me rather melancholy weighing the things I was missing...well.... back on subject.
It was undamaged and without holes so I put it in the back of the truck.
I then took a detour to pick up some extra- large bags kitty litter.

After I ate breakfast I carried the wading pool down to the basement and put it near Clarette.
She was cowering by the jack post expecting another beating.

"Please, I have to pee!!

"Please I have to pee, Sir."
I corrected Clarette, observing that the newspapers were dry and unsoiled.

"Please, I have to pee Sir. " She repeated, "May I please use the bathroom?"

I ignored her going back upstairs to the truck to get the kitty litter.
I made several trips until the wading pool was half full.

"Your rope will reach the litter box."
I advised her taking off her handcuffs and pointing.
"You will do your business in the litter box you plump little puppy."

I made her crawl on her hands and knees into the pool.
"Good girl! " I told her, patting her head.
"Go pee- pee and pooh-pooh, puppy.
When I am convinced you are housebroken, I may allow you use of the toilet.
That privilege is contingent upon how your obedience training goes."
I patted her head as she peed in the kitty litter.
Clarette the puppy was crying quietly in her humiliation.
I stood over her with my arms folded looking down at her in the litter box.

"Look at me puppy.
I do not care how Rose addresses you.
No matter how things turn out between us, as Blanche became my sweet Rose, you shall be my Puppy.
Perhaps I may even grow to like you... perhaps not.
For now I hold you in contempt and you will obey me!
Obedience is you only salvation."

I went back upstairs and returned with her wire mesh dog kennel.
I assembled it while Puppy watched.

It was high enough for her to be on her hands and knees.
It was not high enough for her to sit up.
The kennel was perfect for her to assume the posture of a bitch dog.
I again left and returned with the surveillance camera which I set it up to watch her small section of the basement.

Next, I placed an army surplus wool blanket in Puppy's kennel.
I made her crawl in closing the door the door behind her.
I then locked her in and secured the cage with a padlock.

"Can I have something to eat, Sir?"

"It is may I have something to eat, not can I have something to eat college girl.
You will be fed twice a day and I will feed you in one hour."

I returned in an hour with a bowl of dry puppy chow and a bowl of water.
"Here you go Puppy.
You may not use your hands to eat".
I put the bowls down and opened the kennel door.

It was not my intention to make her eat dog food for the next two weeks.
I intended on purchasing the smallest bag available.
Fortunately I took advantage of a promotion and brought home one free sample.

U.S. law requires that pet foods be processed, and a high quality product like Purina is a processed food.
It is required to meet the same strict standards as food processed for human consumption.
While not particularly palatable, Puppy will eat it when she is hungry enough.

That will be the first mental shackle I will place on her.
The second, making her beg for dog food and be glad to get it.
When she eats it, and she will, I will move on to another mental shackle.

"Are you going to eat, Puppy?"
I asked as she crawled out of her kennel.
She looked down at her bowl of Purina Puppy Chow.
She just shook her head, tears forming in her eyes.

"Suit yourself, Puppy."
I immediately removed the bowl putting out of her reach.
I left her bowl of fresh water.

"It's time for your bath and haircut."

Puppy crawled up two flights of stairs to the bathroom.
She crawled into the tub staying on her hands and knees.
I purchased Sergeant's Flea and Tick Shampoo and Crazy Dog Apple Conditioner for Puppy's hair.

The Sergeant's contains insecticide.
I dumped it out and then rinsed the bottle well before refilling it with Suave Green Apple Shampoo and it matched the color of the original perfectly.
Puppy didn't know that and I made sure she saw the bottles to read the labels.
Taking my time and using my hands I washed her with Rose's castile soap.
As I was washing her I was also questioning her.

"Think hard Puppy, what is Frank's last name?"

"Abzug, his name is Frank Abzug, Sir."

"Good girl." I praised her, patting her ass.
You need to trust me or I can't help you.
In the short time that I have known Rose, I have grown to love her dearly.
Did you know that your sister Rose does not hate you?
She has forgiven you for everything.
Before I sent her away to be safe Rose told me to tell you that
I'm not as forgiving as she
Rose is everything to me and you have put her in danger.
Your own flesh and blood, your sister!
Have you no shame?
Have you decency?
When you meet your maker and he weighs your soul... your immortal soul, Clatette.
Do you know what he will find, I shall tell you; green ink on paper?"

I was becoming genuinely angry with her.
My sublimated rage and resentment were coming suddenly to the surface.
I was remembering her father's wake and funeral.

Then after, how Rose cried as I tried to comfort her.
Rose cried, not for her father... not for herself...but for her sister.
The sister that she loved, the sister that she cooked, cleaned, and cared for...sacrificed for.
Clarette, the sister Rose protected from their drunken abusive father.
The sister that my Rose, my dear sweet Rose............ "God damn you woman!"
I shouted angrily and then suddenly stood up.

I kicked the cast iron tub hard enough to hurt my foot making her shriek and cower with fright and cower at my outburst.
The pain helped me master my anger.
I left the bathroom to stand in the hallway to calm down and l left her sobbing in the bathtub.

When I returned, I started washing her hair.
"One way or another I will settle with this Shylock, this Frank Abzug!"
I said calmly.

"Are you going to beat me again?"
Puppy asked, sobbing.

I just ignored her and started rinsing the shampoo from Puppy's hair.
While I was rinsing out the conditioner she was still sobbing,

"Are you going to shave me bald?
Please, I told him and he knows where you live.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I must pay him! He said he has people.
I'm afraid, I... I didn't know what to do."

"You could have asked your sister to help.
You could have gone to the police."

"I can't go to the police. I can't snitch. She sobbed. I'll go to jail.
"I have shoplifting warrants in three states.
He said that if I didn't pay him by the end of the month I would owe him fifteen thousand.
Frank said he would make a prostitute to pay off my debt to him."

"I will check out your story and give you the benefit of the doubt for now.
If you are telling the truth I will not beat you or shave your head.
I finished by brushing Puppy's teeth for her and then let her spit the used toothpaste into the bathtub drain.

I could have easily forced myself on her but I put those carnal thoughts aside.
Perhaps she was not the hard case that I thought she was.
Perhaps there was hope for her after all.
So far Puppy was quite compliant and she was not really bad to look at despite the extra pounds.
Puppy's bath was very impersonal and business like and so unlike the baths or showers I share with Rose.
I really should fence in the backyard and put in a hot tub...but I regress.

I toweled her off in the same business like manner while she was still on her hands and knees.
I wrapped her hair in a towel ordered her to stand.
I put her hands behind her back and held them there.

"Stop blubbering and feeling sorry for yourself.
Because you are Rose's sister and she loves you I will help you.
I give my word that I will protect you from the Shylock.
Stand straight and keep your hands behind your back.
I want to get a good look at you.
You do not have permission to speak.
I have all the information I need from you for now.
From this point on if you speak without permission I will beat your for disobeying me.
Do you understand, Puppy?"
She nodded yes.

Puppy had the same thick and well cared for hair as Rose.
The difference being Puppy's hair color was a rich shiny jet- black.
It was cut in long layers falling to the middle of her back.
Puppy had a round face and no dimples.
Although her lips were not as full as Rose's they were nice.
They had the same small ears and they shared the same nose.
Puppy's eyes were a darker brown, so brown as to appear almost black in the right light.
She had the same long eyelashes as Rose.

"Open your mouth I want to see your teeth."
I ordered, removing my Surefire ED2 flashlight from my pocket.
I stuck my fingers in Puppy's mouth, pulling her lips back.
Puppy had good teeth and healthy gums, excellent.

I did not approve of her long nails painted nails.
Many of her nails were now broken from crawling on the floor.
I cut them short and sensible and removed the nail polish.

Slightly plump, Puppy had a small belly and her hips were wider then Rose's.
Puppy's breasts were larger with pinky brown areolas and larger nipples.
Tight clothing really didn't suit her figure.
Puppy would be curvaceous upon dropping 10 to 20 pounds.

Puppy's pubis was covered in thick black hair.
I stroked it with my hand making her shudder.

"Your day's in the tanning booths are over.
Don't you realize the damage you are causing to your skin not to mention the increased risk of cancer?
You have the same beautiful skin and complexion as your sister, why ruin it?
Go downstairs to the kitchen, Puppy.
I will give you your haircut there and you may walk for now."

I made her sit on the bar stool and then removed the towel from her hair.
I combed her long hair out smoothing it down her back.
Picking up the scissors, I separated a section of her hair in the front with my fingers.
I slowly chopped it off just below shoulder length.
l let Puppy see each severed lock before dropping it to the floor.
I continued this all the way around, from right to left until the last snip.
I wet her hair again and combed it out.
Next, I divided her hair into sections.
I twisted them up and clipped each section on the top of her head with plastic butterfly clips.

I brought the first section down, and used the comb to cut it straight across exactly to shoulder length.
Then bringing each uncut section down using the cut sections as a guide.
After I blow-dried Puppy's shorter hair I checked for any stray pieces.
I cut them with my scissors until the bottom was cut perfectly straight and even.
It was now shoulder length with a good blunt cut: almost all of the layers gone.
I planned on cutting it shorter as part of her punishment until Puppy was left with a short, boys haircut.

I played with her hair fluffing it about her shoulders.
It felt much thicker and fuller without the layers.
I parted her hair in the middle and then divided it in two sections.
Then, I fixed Puppy's hair into pigtails.

"Do you have to pee or poop?"
Puppy nodded her head for yes.
Walk down to the basement and use your litter box.
Remember, I can see everything you do on the monitor.
I will be recording everything on my laptop.
If your training goes well and you please me I will not show anything to Rose.
Your punishment will remain strictly between us.
After you do your potty you will find baby-wipes in the red covered trashcan.
You will wipe your bottom with the baby wipes and you will clean your hands with several others.
Put the soiled wipes in the can, and then come back to the kitchen.
After you return you have permission to speak."

Puppy ran down the stairs and defecated and urinated in her litter box.
I watched the look of relief on her face as she was going because she must have been holding it for a while.
My best guess was that when Puppy returned she would be more cooperative.

When she returned I said, "You will find a broom, dustpan and trashcan in the closet."
Sweep up the hair and dispose of it properly and then put everything away.
Wash your hands in the sink and then get on the stool and put your hands behind back."

I dumped Clarette's oversized purse on the kitchen table.
I removed her Drivers License, Social Security Card and credit cards.
I scanned them into my desk top computer and sent them to David as e-mail attachments.
David would use this information to have one of his many contacts run a background check.
I followed it up in a telephone call to him and I made it right in front of her.
During the call I updated him of the unfolding events.

We planned on bringing Puppy to David's and hiding her if necessary.
This was contingent upon the outcome of the meeting with the Shylock.
Nobody can enter David's property undetected.
Trespassers would be shot and killed.... survivors would be shot again.
The Shylock was a threat to my family and fortunately I now had the Shylock's name.
David would provide me with a detailed report about this Shylock, this scumbag, Frank Abzug.

After I finished my telephone call, Puppy asked.
"Are you really going to help me Sir or are you are just saying that to get what you want."

"I am going to give you a pass Puppy to speak your mind and I will make allowances for your cynicism, however do not doubt my veracity.
I tugged sharply on one of her pigtails to emphasize this point.
I then stood behind her and took a pigtail in each hand.
I stood behind Puppy holding her pigtails and continued talking quietly.

Just come out and say it, "what's in it for you."
The answer is nothing.
I really am going to help you with the Shylock.
I value honesty, loyalty and friendship.... family.
I imagine these are concepts that are hard for you to grasp.
They come to me as naturally as breathing.
The people I surround myself with breathe the same air."

"All men want something."
She stated, matter fatally.

"To a certain extent, yes.
I admitted.
Don't judge all men by your father or with the men you keep company."

"My father was a drunken bastard, I hate him!"

"Yet you didn't refuse your inheritance as spelled out in the will, did you?"

"That was different!"

"Why was it different, Puppy?"

"Because he is my father.
I was legally entitled to it."

"I see...you were legally entitled to it because he was your father and you hate him.
You took the money or to be precise sold his things to get the money.
It all makes sense to me now.
You didn't attend the funeral or wake nor did you help your sister with the incurred expenses.
You sure showed him.... didn't you Puppy."

"You are twisting my words!!"

"Am I, Puppy? You cleared out the house taking everything of value.
You even took sister's bed and dresser.
You certainly showed him."

"But Blanche got the house."
Puppy said defensively.

"Did she?" I asked.

"Well she got the ruby anyway.

"Did you know the house had three mortgages?"

"How could I possibly know that?"
She answered, looking as if she wanted to cry.

"I don't know Puppy how could you possibly know that?
I asked, sarcastically.
"Perhaps you could have at least attended the funeral.
By not attending you broke Rose's heart not your father's.
It was an opportunity to put aside your differences, to heal."

"I never made Blanche stay with father."
She said, tears now running down her face.

"That is true, you didn't."

"Blanche could have left at any time."

"That is also true."

"But if Blanche didn't have any money how did she pay for the funeral and headstone?"

I didn't answer her; I let the silence do the talking.

"You must have paid for them then."

"Rose talked to me about selling the ruby but I wouldn't let her... how could I possibly let her?
Did you assume that Rose sold her birthright to pay for the funeral and headstone?
If it came to that Rose would have, Puppy...my sweet Rose would have.
Totally selfless on Rose's part; leaving her penniless."

Puppy didn't answer.

"Then by chance you ran Rose in the restaurant and you know the rest.
This is the woman who protected you from your father, the father you admitted hating.
You were seven when your mother died and Rose was twelve.
Rose cared for you until you left for college at seventeen.
She wore second hand so you could wear new.
Rose worked two jobs to help put you through college, frat girl.
Eight years of college... and you never even graduated with a two year degree."

She was openly sobbing now as I continued to berate her.
She tried to wipe her face with her hand.
"Keep your hands behind your back or I will spank you for disobeying me."
I again tugged on her pigtails.

"You still have permission to speak, Puppy."
"Jump in at any time."
She continued sobbing, afraid to move her hands and wipe her face.

"When your father was bedridden and helpless Rose gave up the better paying of the two jobs.
She stayed home to care for him because he was family.
Even then he was verbally abusive to her.
On his deathbed he asked for you, before the priest took his confession.
He was still lucid and begged God for forgiveness.
Rose forgave him and comforted him and she assured him that you forgave him too.
Perhaps Rose no longer loved him, but she forgave him."

"Your father died assured that his daughters did not hate him and had forgiven him.
As for the rest, God will sort that out.
I talked with Father Dennis in private.
He is the priest whom performed your father's funeral mass and heard his confession/last rites.
He was humbled by your sister's compassion to the mean old bastard.
Those were the priest's words, mean old bastard."

"From the time you left home up until your father's death, who was there for Rose, green ink on paper?
Get on your hands and knees and crawl down to your kennel.
I'm done with you for now."
I let go of her pigtails and followed her down to the basement.

Puppy was crying and shaking as she crawled to her kennel on her hands and knees.
She crawled into her kennel refusing to look at me.
I put her water bowl in with her before I padlocked the kennel door.
Before I left I pushed one of her father's Mass Cards through the bars.

I left Puppy in the kennel for three days.
I allowed her out twice a day for water and to use her litter box.
Puppy refused to eat her puppy chow when it was offered.
Each time I immediately removed the bowl.
Puppy was not allowed to speak until she ate her puppy chow.
I was not speaking to her as well.
When she tried to speak I put her over my knee and spanked her as before and then I put her back in the kennel and left her there.

The background check on Clarette Rousseau came back first.
Puppy did have arrest warrants in three states for shoplifting.
She had multiple traffic violations in numerous states; further difficult situations to deal with.
In addition to this she had managed to accumulate several hundred thousand dollars in credit card debt.

I had every bit of conceivable information available.
Starting with her from birth to the present: birth certificate, baptismal certificate, etc., credit reports, medical and dental records
I had all her school records from kindergarten through high school as well as her college transcripts, everything about her available.

Puppy was an honor student with a near perfect grade point average all through public school.
In college she did fantastic her first and second semesters being accepted by Mensa with an IQ of 180.
At first her scholarships covered the costs of everything except for spending money.
Then her grades started slipping when she was admitted to a highly desirable fraternity, as fraternities go comprised of mostly wealthy spoiled girls.
From there, everything was downhill.

Frank Abzug was another matter entirely because we didn't have much of anything on him.
It was if the Shylock suddenly appeared on the scene five years ago.
Everything previous to that was erased from the system.
Perhaps the man was an illegal foreigner.
As my father used to say, "I hope you haven't bit off more then you can chew, Adam."

All we had was his last known address and all real property was listed in his wife's maiden name.
We did manage a recent set of photos of the bastard.
We also had information on his motor vehicles: A red 1965 Corvette Convertible and a black 1973 Lincoln Continental.

The last day of the month, October 31st. was fast approaching and I had eleven days to get the Shylock his money.
Even if I paid him, there was no guarantee that he would leave us alone.
The Shylock might look upon it as a weakness and try to extort more then interest from me.
Right from the start I would have to convince him that he had bitten off more than he could chew.

By day seven, Puppy had to be starving.
I gave her bath early that morning and then I brought her to the kitchen and made her sit on the stool with her hands cuffed behind her back.
I styled her damp hair in twin braids tying the ends with a red ribbon bow.
I deliberately waited eating breakfast until after I bathed her and I gave her permission to speak if she wished.

All that Puppy ingested the past seven days was water, therefore; I started with the coffee beans.
There are few things that smell a good as a newly opened can of coffee.
Better yet, grinding the coffee fresh from beans.
Next was the bread.
I bought fresh Italian bread dough to bake in the oven.
Another marvelous smell, freshly baked bread, hot from the oven...slathered in butter.
Rose makes bread from scratch.

Tomatoes were on the menu that morning.
Red and juicy tomatoes and sliced half-an-inch thick.
I drizzled them with cold pressed extra virgin olive oil and sprinkled them with freshly chopped basil.
If you wish, add sea salt or fresh ground black pepper to taste.
But the bacon, never forget the bacon sliced thick right from the butcher.
Cold hickory smoked bacon with a touch of maple syrup frying in the pan.
Following the bacon, poached eggs, round and perfect.
The combination of all these delicious delights, intended as visual and olfaction overload in the kitchen.
Puppy's bowl of Purina Puppy Chow was on the floor by the stool.

I started to eat breakfast.
"Please Sir, may I please eat my puppy chow."

"Do you promise to be a good girl?"
I asked, taking a sip of coffee.

"Yes Sir, I promise to be a good girl."

"Are you my Puppy?" I asked.

"Yes Sir, I'm your Puppy."

"You didn't lie about your warrants and that's a good start, Puppy.
I will never punish you for telling the truth."
The traffic tickets were a surprise however."

I took out a handful of the puppy chow out of her bowl.
Then I started feeding her one piece at a time and sipping my coffee until she ate about a dozen pieces.
"Are they good, Puppy?"

"No Sir, they are terrible but I am so hungry.
May I have some water please?"

I put my coffee cup up to her mouth allowing her a few sips and then I took one.

"How is the coffee?"
I asked kindly.

"It is delicious, Sir."

I took another sip and gave her one.

"I don't hate my sister."

"If you say so, Puppy?"

"I still hate my father."

I didn't comment.
I refilled my cup from the pot and to gave her another sip.

"I am terrified of the Shylock and I thought that I didn't have a choice.... I was desperate."

I took another sip and then let her take one.
"Do you normally drink your coffee black?"
I asked, taking a sip.

"Yes, especially when it's this good, Sir"

"This is one thing we have in common, Puppy, preferring our coffee black."
I walked back over to the table with my coffee cup and sat down.
"Come over here and kneel by my chair."

I sat there and shared my breakfast with her.
I fed her by hand, letting her sip out of my coffee cup as before.
When I was done eating I let her lick and suck on my fingers.

I put the plate on the floor next to my chair.
From a kneeling position and Puppy leaned forward with her hand still cuffed from behind.
Puppy greedily licked the plate clean.
As with Rose, my first connection with Puppy occurred in the kitchen.
Under different circumstances, but both of them in need of my help.

"I will give you a chance to redeem yourself in my eyes, Puppy."

"I will do anything you say, Sir."

"Good girl.
Don't disappoint me."

I took her face in my hands.
"You will start by cleaning the kitchen.
You do know how to clean house, don't you, Puppy?"

"I know how to clean house, Blanche taught me."

"Good girl."
I said, removing her handcuffs.
"We will make it a contest between you and Rose."

Puppy worked non-stop until early evening glad to be out of the basement.
In all honesty she did do a very good job and she followed me room to room while I was critiquing her work.

"Very nice work Puppy... very nice work.
Every room is clean, neat and tidy.
Rose could not do better."

"Thank you Sir."
She said, smiling and looking relieved.
"Is there anything else I can do to please you?"

"Your obedience pleases me, but no nothing specific for now.
Go upstairs and wait for me in the shower.
You may walk from this point on.
Consider it a reward for a job well down and you may also use the toilet."

After a time I joined her in the shower.
I washed myself while she watched and then it was her turn.
Using my hands instead of the washcloth I was gentle with her.
I soaped her down paying particular attention to her breasts and vagina, my hands, lingering and probing.
Of course I had a hard-on during the shower what normal man wouldn't.

Puppy was certainly aware of it.
I debated to myself about asking her to give me head in the shower.
Puppy would have to spare herself a spanking.

I was content to caress her breasts and arouse her, proving that my theory was correct.
The Rousseau women had marvelous sensitive nipples.
I ended her shower by shampooing and conditioning her hair.

I allowed Puppy to dry my back with a towel.
I then toweled her off, followed by blow-drying and brushing out her hair.

Puppy brushed and flossed her teeth while I watched.
I observed that Puppy was fastidious about her teeth and very thorough in caring for them.

"Sir, may I use some mouthwash please?"

"Don't push your luck, Puppy."

"Yes Sir, I meant no disrespect."

"Perhaps not.
I will wait for you downstairs.
Use the mouthwash if you wish and be sure to tidy the bathroom before you leave.
We have much to talk about."

I was sitting at the kitchen table when she came downstairs.
I pointed to the floor by my chair and Puppy knelt down next to me.
I handed her a stack of papers, her background check.
"This is you Puppy from birth to the present."

As she was looking through the papers, she said.
"I don't understand, Sir.
How could you possibly get all this information on me in such a short period of time?"

"I too have people. With an IQ of 180, you are obviously are an intelligent women and should realize by now I meant what I said about helping you if only for Rose's sake.
Up until now you have been misdirected, greedy, coveting and intellectually lazy and certainly lacking discipline."
But you still have much potential and your obedience is the key to unlock it."

"This is what we found out about Frank Abzug."
I handed her his background check.
"Not much but in the end my gut tells me that this will be to our advantage.
If he were to disappear suddenly who would be there to mourn him?"

His wife?"
She suggested.

"If you mean the bleached blond you described to me in the bar, not likely.
I bet Martha would be glad to be rid of him."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes please, Sir?"

"We are having a light meal this evening."

I again fed her off of my plate, as would a Master with a favorite bitch dog.
Afterwards we shared a pot of chamomile tea drinking out of the same cup.
Puppy was sitting at my feet.

She was forthcoming with much information about her perspectives growing up and about being raised by her sister.
Puppy was jealous and resentful of Rose.

I allowed her to talk with me about a whole host of subjects.
I came to understand her as an intelligent woman.
Puppy was very knowledgeable on the subjects of art and classic literature.
Her greatest passion.... she loved to paint.

She expressed her passions, as I would have for my own: rod-building, fly tying and fishing, with Rose now being my first.
Rose encouraged her to study math, chemistry, biology, physics, and anatomy.
Rose also insisted that she enter the field of medicine and become a doctor or surgeon; resentful, Puppy rebelled.

This would explain much, but it didn't justify all the bad things that she did.
The shoplifting or the scenario with the Shylock leading up to her submission for example, but as I said, it explained much.

In essence I was her confessor that evening and I was now her disciplinarian as permanent.
I was the soon to be mediator between Puppy and Rose.
Then Puppy became silent and sat there looking at me.................................

I touched her face gently.
Puppy did not cringe or pull away.

"It's bedtime and well past two in the morning.
Go and get your handcuffs."

When Puppy returned with her handcuffs.
"Please don't hate me, I can change."
She uttered quietly, and looking down.

"Put them on."
I told her firmly, but not unkindly.
Puppy put them on and then I double locked them.

"I believe I said it was bedtime."

Puppy got up and headed to the basement to sleep in her kennel.
"No Puppy, upstairs, the second bedroom to the right."

The second bedroom to the right is my bedroom.
Not the former guest bedroom that I share with Rose, our bedroom.
I refer to this bedroom as my minimalist room.
It contains a Twin Mission Bed.
No pictures are on the walls no rugs, nothing.... just the bed.
There are heavy curtains and shades on the windows to block the light.
I always found the room to be very peaceful and restful.
This is where I have been sleeping after Rose left.

"You will be sleeping here with me, not in the bed but on the floor.
I have provided you with a blanket."

"Thank you for giving me a chance, Sir."

"You are welcome, Puppy
Don't disappoint me."

"Goodnight Sir."

"Good night, Puppy."

In the morning I let her use the bathroom.
After I washed her, Puppy fastidiously cleaned her teeth not having the opportunity before bedtime.
I fixed her hair in a simple ponytail.
Then we ate breakfast and I feed her from my plate while Puppy was kneeling at my feet.
We shared two cups of coffee drinking from the same cup.

Then it was time for Puppy to forge her own collar.
Although not forged from red-hot iron with hammer & tongs it will be a mental binding no less secure.
I am speaking metaphorically of course.

While Puppy was cleaning house yesterday, I received an overnight package from FEDEX.
The package contained the materials for Puppy's collar.
The raw materials: 6mm deep gem quality red carnelian round faceted beads.

Puppy sat on the kitchen floor and gave her a piece of quarter inch rope.
I showed Puppy how to tie the type of knot between the beads.
This would ensure that if the cord did break all the beads would not spill to the ground.
Puppy soon mastered the knot with the rope.
I then gave her the appropriate red silk cord to string her necklace.
Or if you prefer.... collar, Puppy practiced with this first, trial and error.

She was a quick study and enjoyed the challenge completing the 42-inch necklace by late afternoon, finishing with a 14kt. gold clasp.
It was obvious that Puppy enjoyed creating beautiful things with her hands and she had natural aptitude for such.
I made it a point to complement her on a job well done.
I was now certain in which direction to encourage her to pursue.

"Well Puppy, besides preferring our coffee black we have something else in common.
We have the ability to create beautiful things with our hands.
Some day I look forward to seeing you paint.
I also look forward to learning about art, your bailiwick.
Obviously all the Rousseau women possess abilities and attributes unique to themselves although no less valuable.
Things upon which money cannot weighed, money having no spiritual weight or value."

"Stand up and put your hands behind your back..........
Good girl, now close your eyes and keep them closed.
Excellent, don't move from this spot or open your eyes until I tell you."

I put the necklace around her neck.
I took Puppy's face in my hands.
I then kissed her mouth.

"Do you know what kind of gems stones you are wearing?"

"No Sir?"

"They are carnelian a form of translucent red agate.
It is sometimes referred to as "cornelian" rather then "carnelian", the "cor" to the Latin meaning "of the heart."

"The Romans believed that the stone protected one from evil.
They further associated this stone with emotional warmth, creativity, and rebirth.
Your second chance to set things right... of being born again... your rebirth.

This necklace is of your own making, a talisman if you will for the good and for the future.
To pass on to your heirs much like the ruby and no less valuable.
The real value of the ruby lies not for what it will sell for on the open market.
The real value is spiritual and what it represents.
It represents tradition.
For the love of mothers for daughters, of family, passed from generation to generation...priceless.

"Open your eyes Puppy."
Why are you crying?"
I asked, even though I knew the answer.

"I'm so ashamed of myself.
Of what I have done and failed to do.
I have thrown my life way.
How can I ever face my sister after what I have done to her?"

"One step at a time.
When you are free of the Shylock and safe I will send for Rose.
First and foremost you need to forgive yourself.
Then you need to forgive your father."

"But how can I face Blanche after our falling out?
I refused to talk to her for years.
Where do I begin?
What will I say to her?"

"Do you love your sister?"

"Yes.............." and she started crying again, softly.

"And blessings on the falling out."
"That all the more endears.
"When we fall out with those we love."
"And kiss again in tears."

"You know Lord Tennyson?"
Puppy exclaimed.

"Yes, we brutes are often surprisingly literate."
I wiped the tears from her face with my hand.

"You are a strange man, Sir."
Puppy said, smiling.

"Am I?"

"I don't mean that in a bad way.
You were ruthless with Duke.
Good riddance to my final mistake in worthless men.
You could have killed him by striking his carotid artery.
Fortunately for him you managed the brachial plexus origin rendering him unconscious.
Followed on awakening by disorientation, nausea, loss of fine motor skills and a probable pounding headache.
I was terrified that you might do the same to me, or worse."

"And that makes me strange?"

"No, not that."
Puppy answered.

"You absolutely mean what you say.
Then you do what has to be done regardless of the consequences.
You love my sister Blanche with a passion I never thought possible."

"I envy her that, Sir.
Even though I am still afraid of you, I feel safe with you.
You came charging in with such unbridled rage.
What really scared me was how quickly you mastered yourself."

"Then Rose.... may I call her Rose?"

"Yes, if you like." I answered.

"Rose put her hand on your shoulder...and the way Rose looked at you and you her, the love was almost tangible.
No man has ever looked at me like that
I thought you hated me.
Puppy said, wrapping her right hand in her necklace and pressing it to her heart.

"And now?"
I asked.

"I want to breath your air."

"We shall see, Puppy"

"I understand, Sir.
I shall be patient and accept my penance without complaint.
I know now that you don't hate me."

"You assume much, Puppy."

"Yes Sir, but in my heart I know what I say is true.
This may sound strange but I just know, as if I sense it.
You are a strange man but a good man, Sir.
I do not believe that you would waste your time with hatred as I have.
Just look where it got me.

"Are you familiar with Sylvia Townsend Warner?"

Not at all, Puppy."
.
In her diary she wrote in part.
"One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid."
"The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on hating."

"Next I suppose you will assume that I like you."

"Perhaps you may grow to like me, Sir."

"Do you have anything else to confess?"
I asked.

Yes, even though I doubt that you will believe it."

"Try me."

"Are you familiar with the Stockholm Syndrome?"

"Yes I am."
"An entire study devoted to one incident."

"I thought as much.
She replied.
"I have been thinking about that and how it applies to me.
At first I made excuses to myself, fear for one and convenience for another.
You made me eat the dog food and I actually begged you for it.
I was so hungry and it tasted terrible.
I rationalized that it had to be the Stockholm Syndrome."

"You shared your coffee with me.
We drank out of the same cup and you fed me from your plate and I liked it.
Then there was the Mass card from the funeral home with my father's name on it.
I hated you for that... I hated you!
You forced my thoughts inward and about myself.
I didn't like what I saw."

"And the Stockholm Syndrome?" I asked.

"Just an excuse, just so much Psycho Babel.
I have come to a conclusion, Sir."

"And that conclusion is?"

"I actually enjoy being dominated and being submissive to you.
I want to breath your air.
The necklace was the final key to unlocking the last mental door I placed in the way to deny the truth.
A priceless gift on your part to be sure; how can I possibly refuse such a gift?"
I will gladly embrace a second chance under your terms."

"Do you trust me, Puppy?"

"I trust you, Sir."

"Why do you trust me?"

"When I cleaned the house from top to bottom I knew I did a good job.
You said; "Very nice work Puppy, very nice work."
You didn't find fault where there wasn't any and then use that as an excuse to punish me.
You genuinely appreciated my honest efforts.
You have told me what to expect from the start and when I comply or disobey you act accordingly."

"You are not verbally abusive and you do not curse at me... well maybe once, almost.
When you kicked the bathtub.
"You started to curse but stopped and then left the room to calm down.
This alone told me so much about your character.
When you punched me, and even though it hurt, I knew you held back, thank...."You may finish, thank God." I offered.
I deserved to be spanked and I am certain that you would never beat me out of cruelty, only to correct and then only as a last resort.
You have not tried to force yourself on me, and I have been naked this whole time.
I was actually annoyed that you didn't find me attractive."

"Just annoyed?"

"More then annoyed."
Puppy looked down and then into my eyes.
"Then we showered, and well.... you know what I mean.............but yes I trust you."

"Will you please take me to the cemetery to see my father's grave?
"I have something to tell him."

"You want to go now Puppy?"

"Only if it is convenient, Sir."

"Permission granted."

"Then you do believe me!"
Puppy exclaimed, smiling.

"Trust has to begin somewhere and confession and penance is good for the soul.
I can provide you with panties but none of Rose's bras will fit you properly.
You are about the same size as Rose, although your bosom is larger and you have wider hips.
Not to mention having lost weight since you have been here.
I believe that the uniform will fit you though it may be a little tight.
Shoes are not a problem, size 7, right?"

"Size seven and one-half Sir, what kind of uniform?"..............................................

There are two entrances to the cemetery and both entrances would be open this time of year.
David went on ahead and secured one of the gates chaining it closed.
He would remain out of sight and watch the open gate to monitor traffic in- and- out, just in case.
When Puppy and I leave the cemetery David will unlock the gate and leave things as he had found them.
Samantha would be sitting in her Jeep watching my house from the street.
Grace did the same for me when I went to the pet store to get supplies.

While she was in her Jeep, and just before I left, Samantha called me on my cell phone.
"Adam, you will be careful won't you?"

"Yes don't worry."

"Of course I will worry.
If something happens to you, I will have to find a new lunch partner on Tuesdays."

"I love you too, Sam."

"Adam."

"Yes, Sam."

"Please be careful!"

As I was pulling out of the driveway, I received another call.

"Adam, this is Grace."

"Yes Little Brat, I will be careful."

"Good, I wouldn't want anything to happen to my Bogeyman.
Good hairdressers are hard to find.....................

The trip to- and -from the cemetery was uneventful.
Puppy was unaware of the extra precautions.
She had enough to deal with making peace with herself in regard to her father.
It would serve no useful purpose to have her worrying about an early confrontation with the Shylock or the ex-boyfriend.

My gut told me that I we had not seen the last of Puke.
I gave her my word to her that I would protect her and I was prepared to take on grizzly bears this evening if necessary.

It was starting to get dark when we arrived.
The cemetery would be closing for the night in approximately two hours.
This should give her plenty of time.
I got out of the truck first and opened her door helping her out as I did helping her in...my mother taught me to be a gentlemen....I guess I am a strange man?
Then, taking her arm. I escorted her to the gravesite.

"Do you want me to wait for you in the truck?"

She turned to me and said.
"No, please stay with me... Sir."

"Adam will suffice this evening."
I offered, squeezing her hand.

"Thank you, Adam."
She said quietly, squeezing mine back.
"Please stay."

I stood next to her while she prayed silently as she had been taught.
She remembered her Catholic upbringing as it came flooding back to her, as her tears flooded her face and fell to the ground.
Puppy's grief was genuine; I could sense it and borrowing a few words from her." it was almost tangible".
And then, I held her letting her cry on my shoulder as I did with Rose.

Puppy was very quiet on the way home.
When we arrived I went upstairs to use the bathroom.
When I came back down she was waiting for me in the kitchen.
Puppy had completely undressed except for her necklace.
She doubled it and was wearing it like a loose choker

"Put the panties back on.
Tomorrow we will see about getting you some appropriate clothing.
You did a very good thing this evening."

"Please put this on for now."
I said taking off my green flannel lined canvas shirt and helping her into it.

The shirt came down to her thighs and was large and loose on her.
I asked Puppy her bra size and she told me.

"We could just go to my apartment and get some clothing."

"Your ex-boyfriend cleaned the apartment out a few days ago."
Everything is gone including all of your clothing."

We both sat at the kitchen table sharing a meal.
She sat across from me at the table this time.
I explained that I was arranging a meeting with the Shylock to settle her debt.

"Will I be going with you?"

"No, you will be safe with a friend.
David has a huge piece of property and his house has an unrivaled security system.
He is also a crack shot.
And then there is Socrates."

"Who is Socrates?"

"You will see him when you get there, if not sooner.
Don't be surprised if he ignores you though he is like that."
I have to make some telephone calls.
Pick up the kitchen and straighten up the house where it is needed.
I will be in my bedroom."

"Yes Adam. May I take a shower?"

"Yes, you may take a shower."

You may sleep anywhere in the house you like except for Rose's bedroom."
Puppy just smiled and gave me a look before she got up to clear the table.

First I called Samantha and I thanked her for her help.
Then I talked to Grace thanking her as well.
Grace was quite descriptive with what she would to do for me before during and after her next trim.
I also made arrangements with Grace for Puppy's clothing.
Grace would drop everything off tomorrow afternoon.

Then I called David.

"Did you tell her about her apartment, Adam?"

"Yes I told her."

"How did she take it?"

"She took it well, considering...."

"Then you didn't tell her everything."

"I didn't tell her about the graffiti Duke left on the walls about her... the profanity.
How Duke destroyed and defiled her personal belongings.
That would serve no useful purpose.
I should have broken both of his thumbs."

"Anyway."
David continued.
The painters are finished and they will be putting down the carpet down tomorrow.
Clarette's landlady has agreed not to press charges but she is keeping the security deposit.
You are stuck with Clarette and the bills for all of the damage.
Are you sure she is worth it, Adam?"

"I promised Rose."

"That's not what I asked you.
I wasn't talking about Rose and you know it.
Stop being obtuse!
You know what I mean.
Are you sure that Clarette is worth it?"

"I am absolutely sure."

"And you, Adam, how are you holding up?"

"I'm ready for bear."

"You are a stubborn bastard! "
He said, laughing.
"I wish you would let me go with you when you confront him."

"This something I have to do on my own, David.
If things go sour you may have to post my bail."

"Nevertheless, your note was delivered.'
David advised me.
"The meeting is for three in the afternoon at Salvatore's on the 30th, one day early.
I have made arrangements for you to have a friend's private corner booth.
The booth is away from the public and they will be closing off that section.
You will be able to get your back to the wall and watch both entrances.
Now for the bad part and you are not going to like this, the ex-boyfriend is back in the picture.
Duke was the go-between for the Shylock."

"It's to late to change my plans.
I want you to know that you have been a good friend.
Give my love to the girls."

After my shower I was lying in bed.
I was going over in my mind about the upcoming meeting with the Shylock.
What I would say, what I would do, and I was trying to figure every angle.
I had to plan for every contingency.
I heard Puppy come upstairs and go into the bathroom.
I was nodding off when she came into the bedroom fresh from the shower.
She was wearing my Kelly- Green shirt with the silk panties underneath.
That was a good sign, Puppy keeping her word to me and not trying to leave.
I left the truck keys on the kitchen table.
My back up was the hidden switch for the electric fuel pump to which she was unaware.

"The hot shower felt so good.
I was hoping that you would join me."
Puppy said, taking the towel from her head and finger combing her hair.
"Do you shower with Rose?"

"That is a very personal question, Puppy."

"Yes it is, Sir.
She said smiling.
But so has everything that has happened between us been personal.
I have confessed everything to you."

"What do you think, Puppy?"

"I believe that you do shower with Rose.
"May I ask another personal question?
Could you love more than one woman at any given time?"

"It's bedtime Puppy, turn off the light and get some sleep."

"Yes Adam.........................

"Puppy!"

"Yes Sir."

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Trying to get some sleep, Sir."
"Good night, Adam."

"In my bed!
I did not give you permission to sleep with me."

"Excuse me, Sir.
But I respectfully disagree.
You said that I could sleep anywhere I liked except for Rose's room."

"That is not the same as giving you permission to be in my bed and you know it.
Stop being obtuse, Puppy."

Puppy rolled over and looked at me.
"You didn't exclude your bed so technically here is part of anywhere I like.
And you were very specific with only one room."

"You are too smart for your own good do you know that?"

"Do you want me to sleep on the floor?"
She asked, innocently moving closer.

I could smell her clean skin and hair.
Puppy was a woman with a woman's smell.
Many of her mannerisms were the same as her sister's.
More then I liked to admit.

"No." I replied honestly aroused and wanting her body.
I wondered if one of the additional properties of carnelian is mind reading.

"May I kiss you to thank you for the necklace, Adam?"
Puppy asked, getting closer. I could smell her sweet breath.
She was now close enough to feel my erection.

"You may kiss my cheek."

Puppy kissed my cheek and said.
"Do you like me just a little bit?"

"Perhaps a little bit."

"Do you know what I think?
Or should I say, what I used to think?"

"Tell me Puppy."

"That all men are the same.
God gave men different faces so that we women could tell them apart."

"Why did you think that?"

"I was required to take two semesters of woman's study courses in college to remain in good standing in my fraternity.
I was on probation for two semesters before they allowed me to be sworn."

"You did join the fraternity, Puppy."

"Yes, they allowed me to join.
As part of my initiation my pledge sister Megan took me to an upscale salon for a makeover."

"Tell me about your makeover. "

"My natural hair color is black, as you see it now.
I wore my hair much longer in those days.
My hair was blunt cut all one length and parted in the middle just touching my butt."
Puppy said, touching her hair and sighing.

I am sure your hair was quite beautiful."
I told her, reaching over and stroking her hair.
Puppy moved closer to me.

"I used to braid it just like Rose.
I was naive and innocent then and I suppose you may find that hard to believe.
But I was happy in those days too."

I didn't comment and she continued.

"First, the stylist cut my long braid off at the nape of my neck.
"Even though I was wearing clothing, I felt naked without my braid.
It was a comfort to me.
I can still remember sitting on the bed in mother's bedroom with Rose.
Mom would brush and braid our long hair calling us her special girls.
My mother had such beautiful long red auburn hair.
I have a picture of her in my apartment.......................
Are you sure Duke took everything, Adam?"

"Unfortunately yes, the bastard even took that."
I replied, telling a little white lie.

Moving closer still, Puppy asked.
"Have you ever cut Rose's hair?"

"I keep it trimmed for her if that is what you mean.
As is my preference, Rose's hair it is blunt cut all one length to her waist.
Rose will wear her hair any way I tell her; she is my woman.
My sweet Rose is obedient and submissive to me all of her own free will."

"Then you like Rose's hair color, you don't think it makes her look old?"

"I love the color, Puppy.
It makes her look exotic and sophisticated.
You were saying about your makeover?"

"My pledge sister Megan had her stylist cut my hair 6 inches all the way around.
Then it was time for the color.
While the color was working we drank espresso and I was given my first manicure and a pedicure.
Then came my perm; I left the salon with a mass of platinum blond curls."

"I was required to keep my hair like that.
Megan paid for my monthly salon visits for six semesters.
She was very wealthy you know and at the time I thought Megan was my friend.
When Megan got tired of her outfits she always gave them to me, things that I could never afford.
Megan was always buying new outfits.
Megan introduced me to her older brother, Sean.
He was my first love.
We were inseparable item for three years.
Sean was blond like his sister Megan; he was so handsome.
Sean had his own apartment off campus and drove a Porsche."

"It is not that Sean treated me bad.
He took me places; Hawaii for example and the Virgin Islands another.
But Sean never took me home to meet his parents.
Sean bought me expensive jewelry.
During that time my grades started slipping.
I rationalized why study I had to look good for Sean.
When he married me I would show everybody, especially my father.
I planned on having Rose move in with us and caring for her for a change."

"Rose took the bus to see me during my second semester, the bus....
I was ashamed of Rose, my own sister.
What would my friends think.... what would Sean think.
About the way Rose looked and the way that she was dressed.
Rose's hair was the color that it is now; silver white.
My fraternity sisters, all spoiled rich girls made fun of Rose behind her back.
In retrospect, I am sure that Rose was aware of it.
Megan and Sean were very gracious to Rose; they took us out to dinner?
Afterwards, Sean offered to pay her plane fare home; Rose took the bus."

"I drove Rose the bus station in Sean's Porsche.
We waited the station for her bus to arrive.
Rose was carrying a small beat up carry-on bag.

"I have something for you honey."
Rose said to mmm.... and then Clarette paused.
She started crying softly.
I held her close stroking her hair until she stopped.

"I am fine now."
She said softly, touching my face with her hand.
I feel so safe with you, may I finish my story now?"

"Of course you may."

She gave me two small gift bags.
My gifts were wrapped in tissue paper.
She looked so happy, Adam, looking forward to me opening them.
Rose knitted me a hat, scarf and mittens."

"They are made from real cashmere yarn."
The ungrateful bitch that I was I didn't appreciate them.
"A beautiful Kelly Green, I know how much you love that color." Rose said.

But that is not the worst part."
Rose had another small package for me, a bag of root beer barrel candy."

"Rose loves root beer."
"Why was that bad?"
I asked.

"I was angry with her, Adam.
She didn't say anything about my hair, my jewelry or my new clothing.
That my boyfriend was allowing me drive his Porsche.
What a jealous bitch she is, I thought.
How dare she refuse Sean's generous offer to pay for her airline tickets to fly home.

"I was thinking: Blanche almost spoiled everything the old frump that she was.
Do you know what she told me?
I should have listened but I didn't.
She said: "Honey, don't let that flash in the pan turn your head.
I am not telling you that you can't see him.
You and Sean are from different worlds.
You worked so hard for your scholarships and you are a member of Mensa after all."

"Then I blasted her Adam.
I knew I was hurting her and I just didn't care.

"You are just jealous, Blanche!
What rich handsome man would ever want you?
Or any real man for that matter.
You act and dress like an old lady."

"Someday the right man will come along for me, Clarette
He shall accept me and love me for who I am.
Not who I pretend to be."

"Well Sean is the right man for me so get used to it.
You are not my mother so fuck-off, Blanche!
Die a barren, dried up old woman and spinster for all I care.
All the romance novels in the world can't take the place of a real man."

"You are merely an expensive toy to Sean, much like his Porsche, Clarette.
When his toys wear out, or Sean tires them, he will drop them and walk away.
He will buy himself another toy to amuse himself, until he is tired of that as well.
Grow up for once in your life!"

"Then I left her there, Adam. Waiting alone for her bus...I also left the gifts."

"What about the candy root beer barrels, Puppy?
You said that was the worst part."

"When I was a little girl Rose always walked me home from school.
We would always visit Mrs. Meyer.
Mrs. Meyer was a widow with no children and was as poor as we were.
Mrs. Meyer had terrible arthritis in her hands and Rose would help her around the house while I watched television.
Father never replaced our TV after he kicked the screen in.

"Then we would all sit at her kitchen table together.
We would have a glass of milk and a sandwich.
Sometimes we had a hot meal with a piece of fruit for dessert.
We would always take a vitamin, Mrs. Meyer insisted.
Mrs. Meyer kept a kosher house.
Yet she always insisted that way say grace before our meal.
Mrs. Meyer was never offended when we made the Sign Of The Cross at the beginning and end of grace.
People are so intolerant these days about such things."

"I agree, today those type of intolerant people call themselves liberals."

"Every day before we left Mrs. Meyer would give Rose a small waxed- paper bag.
In the bag were three candy root beer barrels, always three.
Rose would take one from the bag and put it in her mouth, a look of pure joy on her face.

Rose would give me the other two.
I would chew up the first one quickly and then slowly suck on the second.
Mrs. Meyer would stand there and look at us nodding her head and smile.
She would say; "Good things always come to those who wait."

"You were only a child."

"I was a child."
Puppy agreed.
"A greedy and grasping child."

"You never married Sean, what happened?"

"Sean was starting in his father's law firm in the spring as an intern.
His father bought him a new Porsche.
Sean signed over the title of his old one to me.
I was absolutely elated.
Who in my old neighborhood could imagine me owning a Porsche?
During our third year together I missed my period.
I thought I was pregnant.
When I gave Sean the good news he turned and walked away.

"I was devastated and I turned to Megan for help.
Megan would talk to him, Megan would help me; we were fraternity sisters.
Megan was very supportive at first telling me that she knew a doctor...

"Was it a false pregnancy, Puppy?"

"Yes, Adam, how did you know that?"
"I would never agree to an abortion, to murder my baby!"

"Never mind, finish your story."

I told Megan in no uncertain terms that I would never consider an abortion.
She told me that she understood.

"I will talk to Sean for you, he will listen to me.

Megan was lying to me, Adam.

"I know what will make you feel better, Clarette." Megan told me.
We shall both get a facial at the salon, then a manicure and pedicure."
I will call for an appointment.
I am sure they will take us right away."

"The fool that I was, I went with her."
They opened the salon especially for us.
We were the only ones there.
They must have put something in my espresso
I woke up the next morning in an abortion clinic.
I didn't remember a thing.
Megan paid them hush money to give me makeover while I was asleep.

"My platinum curls were gone.
Sean loved to run his fingers through my curls.
My hair was cut in a short pixie style.
It was very choppy and purposefully cut on top to bring out my cowlicks.
They gave me short, choppy uneven bangs.
Whoever cut my hair to great liberties with thinning shears, especially on my crown?
They took greater liberties with electric clippers on the sides and back?
My hair was also dyed a ridiculous bright carrot orange."

"I awoke dressed like a cheap whore.
I was wearing a short, tight, red-sparkle vinyl dress and a thong.
I was wearing black fishnet stockings and red-sparkle platform shoes.
My eyebrows were shaved off and thin arched ones were penciled in.
My face was heavily made up to look garish and sluttish."

"May I ask another question, Sir?"

"Of course you may."

"Are you angry with me?"
You seem tense all of a sudden."

I took a deep breath and sighed, unclenching my fists.
I wasn't angry with her.
I was angry what Megan and Sean did to her and was able to get away with because of their wealth.

"I am not angry with you, Puppy.
Roll over and get some sleep."

"But..."

"No buts."
I interrupted.
"Do you want a spanking?"

"No Sir."
She rolled over but remained just as close.

"Am I still your Puppy, Sir?"

"Yes, you are still my Puppy.
Now, not another word, get some sleep."

I lay there watching her until her breathing became slow and deep.
When I was sure that she was sound asleep I whispered in her ear.
"If you were my daughter heaven help the two of them.....................................

I slept in late the next morning and woke up to her lying next me.

"Good morning, Sir."

"Good morning, Puppy"

"May I ask a question, Sir?"

"You may."

"Do you like the color of my hair?"

"Yes Puppy, you have beautiful hair."

"Then you like my natural color?

"Yes, as matter of fact I like your color very much."

"If I were your woman how would you make me wear my hair?"

"You are not my woman you are Rose's sister."

"I know. That was a hypothetical question."

I was thinking to myself and it was a tempting thought.
Why not two women, two lovers and why not sisters?
Rose as much gave me her tacit approval.
In other parts of the world it was not frowned upon.
There is such a marvelous contrast between the two of them.
One sister with silver white hair like a beautiful white rose.
The other sister with black hair, black as polished onyx.
I would absolutely have to add another bathroom.

"Hypothetical questions have their place, Puppy.
My Dad had a saying; "If a frog had wings it wouldn't bump its ass every time it jumped."

"Therefore, I would much prefer to show you by example."

"Get closer to me Puppy and I will answer your question.
Very good...now close your eyes."
I said putting my arms around her.

"Now, put your arms around me.
Wonderful, isn't this nice?
I kissed my Puppy's mouth and then kissed her mouth again.

"For the remaining days until the meeting, and if you agree we will pretend that you are my woman.
I doubt that the Shylock will bother us now that the meeting is set.
In any event, I am ready for bear.
For the next few days we will be lovers.
Open your pretty eyes and look at me before you answer."

"Will you close your eyes first, Adam?"
I closed my eyes.

Puppy kissed my mouth twice as I did hers.
"Please and thank you, Sir, I agree."

"You understand the implications?"

"Yes Adam?"

"No Stockholm Syndrome?"
I asked.

"No Stockholm Syndrome."
Puppy hugged me.
"And yes I understand the implications, Sir."

"As my woman I would never allow you to dye your hair another color.
Nothing in a bottle can improve upon what God and nature have wrought, much like your cornelian.
In addition no perms for you as the chemicals used will damage healthy virgin hair.
I said, as I was running my fingers through Puppy's hair.
Tanning booths are definitely out, long painted nails; never, sensible manicured nails absolutely."

"Adam you were not going to allow me any of those things even if I were not your woman."

"You are absolutely correct my dear.
Tell me my precocious Puppy.
Tell me as my woman, or lover, or neither, how will you be wearing your hair in the future?
"What will be my preferences?
I unbuttoned my shirt that Puppy was wearing.
Then I stroked her nipples and felt them instantly respond to my touch.

"You will make me wear it long and.... mmmmm, God, that feels so good."

"You have such marvelous sensitive nipples.
I said, licking them.
How long, Puppy?"

"Waist length and blunt cut all one length."
"Don't stop, that feels sooooo good!"

"Marvelous, you are reading my mind, what else?"
I ripped her panties and pulled them off, making her gasp, then smile.

"You will make me to wear it pinned up most of the time.
Especially when I leave the house alone.
I may wear it down on occasion when it suits you.
I also believe that you like braids, pigtails and ponytails.

"Do you suppose that carnelian makes it possible for you to read my mind, Puppy?"
Because those are my thoughts exactly."

"I know what else you are thinking, Sir."
Puppy was moving her hips as I stroked her Labia Majora, now plump and swollen with arousal.

"What am I thinking?"

"You want me to go down on you.

"Now I am sure that your carnelian necklace is enabling you to read my mind."
I continued licking and sucking on her breasts while pushing past her Labia Majora with my fingers.
I probed her flower, her clitoris with my fingers making her moan and squirm even louder.
Just before her orgasm peaked I rolled her over on her stomach.
I rammed my rock hard penis deep into her now dripping vagina pinning her to the bed.

I pounded her thrusting hard and deep.
Her was face was buried in the pillow, and she was biting it as her orgasm washed over her.
When I got off of her she rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed next to me.

She was crying but smiling.
I kissed her face and wiped her tears away with my hand.
This caused her to cry even harder, turning into intense sobs that wracked her body.
Puppy let everything out; pent up grief, anger, gratitude, and resentment...remorse.... love, everything.
Unfortunately, to her great embarrassment the sobs turned into violent hiccups.

I sat with my precocious Puppy, with my arms around her, my woman for the next few of days.
"Take a deep breath and hold it.... good girl."

"Hic...Hic...I'm...Hic sorry...Hic His, I...Hic...sorry...Hic

I was thinking what I told David me on the phone.
I said that I was pretty sure.
I was now certain that she was worth it.
I was seeing her through Rose's eyes now.

"Stop saying that you are sorry.
You needn't be embarrassed about the hiccups."

"But.... hic...I...hic, want to.... hic...I want to go...Hic, Hic...

"That can wait.
We have the rest of the day for that.
I'm not going to get blue balls waiting for your hiccups to stop."

"Hic.... Hic..."

"Is that a smile I see?
You have a beautiful smile."
I kissed her cheek.
Let's get you a glass of cold water."

I took my Puppy's hand and walked her to the bathroom.
Once there, I made her sip the water slowly until her hiccups stopped.
I filled my old fashion cast iron and porcelain claw footed bathtub with hot water.
"Get into the tub Puppy, I will be with you in a moment."

I went to Rose's bedroom, our bedroom.
I removed the false bottom in one of the wardrobes to reveal a small fireproof safe.
I removed one of the three carved wood boats that my father made for me when I was a child.

While I was in college mother passed away suddenly.
Dad never remarried.
I moved back home to care for him years later, when he was in the early stages of Alzheimer's.
Over time Dad was got progressively worse; he was forgetting everything and he had a tendency to wander off.
I converted one of the barns into my workshop.
I kept Dad occupied with busy work so that I could keep an eye on him.

One evening when we were sleeping, I forgot to lock his bedroom door.
To make a long story short Dad managed to set the house on fire.
We lost everything before the volunteer fire department arrived.
Bad roads, heavy snow and cold temperatures hampered their efforts.
The fire truck that arrived first through the blizzard, a pump truck soon ran out.
We had to chop a hole in the ice of the pond to get water.
The two fire trucks that arrived afterwards were too late to save anything."

I placed Dad in a nursing home after the fire.
I lived in my workshop until the insurance money came through.
Then I bought my house, the house I am living in now.
The small fireproof safe was in Dad's bedroom at the time of the fire.
Dad forgot the combination but for some reason it was a comfort to him.
I cleared away all the charred remains of the old farmhouse by myself in the spring.
My grandfather and great grandfather built our farmhouse.
The fieldstone foundation and basement remained sound and intact.
I found Dad's old safe in the soot and ashes.

I felt guilty about putting Dad in the nursing home and moving away from the homestead.
Dad always hoped I would take over the family business and live on the farm.

I was home for the holidays my first semester of college.
Dad and I got into a heated argument.
I said terrible things to him.
I refused any help or money from him after that.
I didn't return home or speak to my father until after my mother died.
Even today I still carry some of that guilt with me.
I made my peace with Dad before the funeral.

I returned to the bathroom.
I floated the wood boat and then got into the tub behind her.
Leaning back I put my arms around her pulling her close.
I kissed the back of my precocious Puppy's neck.

"Who are you?"
I asked.

"I am your precocious Puppy, Sir."
She said, snuggling closer and squeezing my hands.

"You have shared many things about yourself with me, Puppy.
Now I will share something with you about me.
Something that even Rose does not know about.
Something I have not told to anyone."

I told her the story about my relationship with my Dad.
I told her about the old galvanized tub with the slow leak.
I told her about my newspaper hats and carved wood toy boats, plus sharing the Popsicle on the porch.
I made her laugh when I pushed the boat at her making pretend motorboat noises.
"Watch out for the octopus!"
I pinched and tickled her under the water, making her laugh and shriek.
Puppy was as ticklish as Rose.

Replenishing the hot water, I told her about the falling out I had with my father.
I told her about the fire, the nursing home and finally.

"The safe remained unopened until I moved here, Puppy
I cleaned it up a bit and then took it to a locksmith to have it opened where we discovered my father's treasures.
The three toy wood boats and a black & white photo my mother took of Dad and I together sitting in our submarine.
I had the safe totally restored although a new safe would have been cheaper.
I keep these treasures in my Dad's old safe."

We sat there soaking for a while not talking.
I reheated the water several times from the faucet.
After our soak, we drained the tub and showered.
We soaped each other down washing each other's hair and then we then finished by toweling each other off.
While we were toweling off I asked her.

"Puppy have you ever had a man go down on you?"

"No Adam. I was with Sean for three years.
The only oral sex we had was when I went down on him.
Men that I have been with since were only concerned with their own pleasure.
Much of the time Sean had been drinking when he made love to me if you could call it that?
We never cuddled afterwards.
Sean always insisted our lovemaking be in the bedroom with the door locked and always at night.

""Rose was right.
I was just a toy to him, a doll to dress up and decorate."

"Sean was often impatient with me and he wasn't interested in my opinions.
Especially when I wanted to talk with him, to share my thoughts.
Sean only pretended to listen to get what he wanted.
Sean was a user, as Megan was a user, as I... "

I put my hand over her mouth, interrupting her.
"You are no longer that person and we shall never speak of it again."

I removed my hand and kissed her mouth while stroking her pubis mound.
"Besides, it is time for your haircut down there!
Go fetch the electric hair clippers."

Puppy stood on a large bath towel.
I plowed the clippers through her thick bush of black pubic hair.
I made several passes with the electric clippers leaving short stubble in its path.
Next I applied generous amounts of shaving gel rubbing it in well.
I shaved her pubis smooth exposing her sex to my fingers and tongue.
I lathered and shaved her a second time until Puppy's pubis was completely smooth and hairless.
I rubbed cold baby oil chilling in the fridge over her bald mound to sooth and minimize any razor burn.

I put Puppy's necklace around her neck and said.
"You will shave your pubis mound every day from now on.
Tell me why, Puppy?"

"As a reminder of my submission and obedience to you.
Because it pleases you and so I can breath your air."

"As you are now?"

"As I am now."
"As you make Rose obey you."
Puppy put her arms around my neck.

Then the doorbell rang.
"That must me Grace.
I have to answer the door."

"But I want to go down on you, Sir."

"Later Puppy."
I said as I put my black silk robe on.

"Grace brought you some clothing and it is impolite to make her wait.
You will be a gracious hostess and cook for the three of us.
Then we shall have lunch together."

"But what shall I wear?"

"Put my shirt on for now.
Believe me Grace won't mind a bit."

I had already started the coffee when Puppy came downstairs.
She had pinned her damp hair up in a small bun, a few stray hairs escaping to caress her long neck.
She was wearing my Kelly Green flannel lined shirt and her necklace with nothing underneath.
Grace and I were sitting at the table and when Puppy entered the kitchen.
I stood up and made the introductions.
Then I pulled a chair out for her to sit down.

"I brought everything you asked for, Adam and the rest of her clothing is in my car.
Grace said, handing me my credit card.

"I bought three pairs of walking shoes for you to try on Clara."
Keep the pair that fits you best.
I will return the other two pair and have them credited to Adam's credit card."

"My name is Clarette, not Clara, Grace."
"Thank you for the walking shoes."

"I'm sorry, dear."
"Of course it is."
Grace replied sweetly.

While she was trying on the shoes, Grace got up and poured me a cup of black coffee.
Grace loved to flirt with me especially before, during, and after her haircut.
And Grace did so this morning as I knew she would.
Grace stood behind me and massaged my neck and my shoulders.

"I will be glad when everything is back to normal, Adam
My hair could use a good trim.
It's going on seven weeks since you last did it."
Grace stopped to pour herself another cup of coffee and added her usual cream and sugar.
She then returned to continue with my massage.

Puppy tried on all three pairs before she made her selection.

"May I pour one for you Claries?
Grace asked sweetly walking over the cupboard and taking out a coffee cup.

How do you take your coffee?

"Black, the same as Adam thank you."
Puppy replied, picking up my cup and taking a sip.

"My name is still Clarette, Grace."

"Sorry, why can't I remember that?"

"May I offer you some lunch, Grace?"
Clarette asked just a sweetly.
Taking over massaging my neck and shoulders.

No thank you dear, some of us girls always watch our figures, Clarita."
I felt Puppy's hands squeezing my shoulders harder at this remark.

"I really must be going.
"It was nice to meet you...uh?"

"Clarette."
I offered, thinking." what a little brat Grace was this afternoon."

I stood up for Grace to take my arm.
"Adam, will you see me to my car?"

I walked Grace to her car, carrying the extra pairs of walking shoes.
I opened her door and put the shoes on the passenger side.
Before she got in, Grace leaned forward and kissed my cheek.
"Sam sends her love and told me to tell you to be careful."
Then my little brat put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth.
"That kiss is from me.
Please be careful, Bogeyman."

"You are such a little brat, teasing her like that."
I slapped her ass and making her yelp.
I then kissed her on the mouth twice and said.
"One is for Sam, thank you, I promise I will be careful."

I went back into the house with Puppy's clothing and I found Puppy naked, wearing her necklace.
She was standing by the floor mirror located in the foyer by the front door.
This was the perfect place for her to go down on me.
I put my arms around waist and rubbed her tummy.

She had lost a good 10 to 15 pounds since she had arrived.
She was now delightfully buxom and curvaceous with larger breasts then Rose.
She also had wider hips and a larger frame (medium) then my sweet Rose.
She was also approximately two inches taller then Rose.
Buxom, voluptuous and curvaceous complimented her overall figure.
Dad would say. "The perfect shape for bearing children."

I also approved of her figure.
I disdained the gaunt & ghoulish and emancipated look so popular with the fashion runway models of today.

"I can read your mind, my precocious Puppy.
Don't ask me the question, the question that most men dread from their wives or lovers.
Now as to your figure, as nature intended: voluptuous, curvaceous, buxom and delightfully bosomy to my eyes.

"May I go down on you now, Sir?"
Puppy turned and put her arms around my neck.

"You may right here in front of the mirror."

I took my robe off, dropping it to the floor.
Puppy got down on her knees and started by kissing my stomach working her way down.
She began by licking the shaft and then my balls.
She used her tongue in circular motion on the glans, watching herself in the mirror as I knew she would.

I removed the hairpins from her bun and unwrapped it letting it fall into a small ponytail.
Then I stroked her ponytail as she licked, feeling the weight and thickness of her well cared for hair, so soft and silky.

"Look at me Puppy, look into my eyes and keep licking the tip.
"Now take all of it into your mouth and suck.
Be sure to use your little tongue as well.
Very nice that feels wonderful.
You are a marvelous little cocksucker.
Suck harder...that's it.
I controlled Puppy's performance by using her hair, as I do with Rose and Grace.

Rose likes to go down on me best when she lying on her side in bed together.
Rose will caress my face, neck, and chest with her long silky hair while sucking on my cock.

Before I achieved my orgasm, I pulled out slightly just before I came.
Puppy's hair was now out of the ponytail and my hands were buried in it.
I did not have to ask her to swallow.
She cleaned me thoroughly with her mouth and tongue.
She did that on her own watching herself in the mirror.
I could smell her arousal, the clean musky smell of a woman.
I felt the wetness between her legs.

I took her hand and lead her into the kitchen.
I picked her up and put her on the table.

"Adam, what are you doing people eat here!"

"Yes, we certainly do."
I pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Lean back and spread your legs so that I can eat you out."
I sat stroking her bald pussy with my fingers while I finished my coffee.
I started licking and sucking, probing her flower with my tongue.
Soon I had my Puppy squirming and moaning on the kitchen table.
I was holding onto her to keep her from sliding off.
Her orgasm was incredible.
She covered her mouth with her hands to muffle her loud screams of pleasure.

I helped her down from the table.
Puppy walked over to pour the last cup out of the pot and sat on the floor next to me.
As was now our custom we shared the cup, passing it back and forth and each of us taking a sip.

"It is rather late for breakfast and lunch will soon be over.
I know a little family dinner that serves super 1/2 lb. sirloin hamburgers and killer onion rings.
That will give us plenty of time for your haircut.
Go upstairs and get your hair wet and bring down my kit."

As she started up the steps, "Puppy."

"Yes, Adam."

"We won't be needing the electric clippers."
"Be sure to get your hair wet before you come back down."

There wasn't any real reason now to cut her hair in a short boys or pixie haircut now.
I would prefer to see it much longer down to her waist now that the layers were gone.
I was curious to see what she would look like with bangs (a fringe).

If I liked her with bangs and if I changed my mind her bangs would eventually bangs grew out.
Puppy's hair is very thick and heavy.
Even with bangs, her ponytails, braids or buns would be thicker and fuller then most women's without them.

She dutifully got up on the stool while I combed out her shoulder length hair.
I then parted the hair in the front and then combed this section of hair forward covering her face.
I took the rest of her hair and fixed it in a low ponytail to get it out of the way.
I divided the hair covering her face into sections, twisting and clipping each section to the top of her head with plastic butterfly clips.
One by one I brought each section down.
I carefully cut the bangs into her hair stopping just to the front of her ears.

Puppy now had thick, blunt cut eye framing bangs just caressing her eyebrows.
I blow-dried her hair and brushed it again.
Then pulled it back into a medium high ponytail.

I went back for the final trim, tweaking the bangs until they were perfectly straight, blunt and full.
I was right about her ponytail, still thick and full.
And those bangs framing her face, they were perfect for her
The bangs really brought out her beautiful dark eyes as well as making her look much younger.
The Rousseau women needed little or no makeup to look beautiful.
I noticed that she was studying me as if reading my mind.

"My pretty and precocious Puppy."
You have no idea how much younger and sexier they make you look or
the way your bangs frame your face and bring out your eyes.
You have such beautiful intelligent brown eyes, a brown so dark that they appear obsidian black in the right light."

"Do I really look that good in bangs, Adam?"
You have a way of looking at me and your eyes never lie.
You take such pleasure in simple things.
And you can be so gentle.
Our bath for one; you were so silly with your boat.
Sharing a meal or a cup of coffee or tea at your kitchen table for another
Nevertheless you are far from simple.
Did you ever take the test for MENSA while in college?"

"Yes."
I answered, kissing her mouth.

"Did you pass?"

"Yes I passed". Kiss. "

"What was your score?"

"You're smarter then me; you scored higher." Kiss.

"Adam, stop being silly, I'm trying to be serious."

"I know you are." "Stop being serious, be silly." Kiss, Kiss..."

"Adam!" She exclaimed, getting frustrated.
"I have something important to tell you!"

"I'm going to get dressed for dinner, just jeans and a flannel shirt, nothing fancy."
I took her hair out of the ponytail and fluffed it about her shoulders arranging it around her face.
I will tell you my test score during lunch, please get dressed and fix your hair nice for me"

"No, I won't get dressed!"
Puppy exclaimed, annoyed and getting angry.
"Why are you smiling at me, Adam?"

"Your eyes just turned darker.
They must do that when you get angry.
You are so cute when you are angry.
What do you want to tell me?"

"I would much prefer to show you."
Puppy put her arms around my neck.
Put your arms around me, Adam, isn't this nice?
Please close your eyes, Sir."
I was happy to comply.

Puppy put her mouth to my ear and whispered.
"If you were my daughter Clarette, heaven help the two of them.
Thank you Adam.
You are cute too.... don't be embarrassed."

I was dressed and waiting in the kitchen when Puppy made her entrance.
She was wearing light- blue stone washed Levis, snug but not skin tight and the white Nike walking shoes.
On top, she was wearing a pale green silk-blend peasant tunic.
It had 3/4 sleeves with smocking and lace at the neck and cuffs with a grosgrain ribbon belt and one at the neckline.
She had fixed her hair in a simple braid knowing that I would approve.

Intuitive as well as intelligent,she guessed or perhaps read my mind.
Puppy brought me the spool of Kelly Green ribbon that Grace bought it at my request along with Puppy's clothing.

"Adam, would you tie this ribbon on my braid?
I just can't seem to get the bow right."

"It will be my pleasure.
Turn around please.... there all done.
You look lovely this afternoon, so fresh and youthful."
I complimented her and offered her my arm.

We arrived at the restaurant and seated ourselves.
Nancy our waitress brought us menus and two glasses of ice water with lemon wedges on the side.
"Good afternoon, Adam, you too Miss, what will be your pleasure."

"Nancy this is Rose's sister, Clarette.
Clarette, this is Nancy."

Nancy was a plump little blue-eyed blond, about Puppy's age.
Being a very competent waitress and a part time substitute teacher.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Clarette."
Nancy said, shaking her hand.
"Adam never mentioned that Rose had a such a young sister.
You must be a senior this year.

The pleasantries aside, I placed our order.
"Nancy, how do you like your new contact lenses?"

"Are they that noticeable, Adam? "

"No, not at all.
I love the way the slight tint brings out the blue in your eyes."

"Then how did you know?"

"Well for one, you are not wearing your brown tortoise shell glasses and they are not in your apron pocket.
When you are not wearing them you hold the order pad closer to your face when writing?
Further, you have stopped lightening your hair since I was here last.
Your natural honey blond is so much nicer.
I'm glad to see that you are finally growing it out."

"I wish Roger noticed these things."
Nancy sighed.
When Roger gets out of work all he does is to go drinking with his buddies.
Or will stay home and watch sports on TV."

"That's because Roger is a roosterfish.
I would bet the roosterfish does not know the color of your eyes.
Let alone that you are wearing a different eye shadow.
Are you still a part-time assistant teacher, Nancy?"

"Yes, but I am starting full time in the fall"

"When you get your full time teaching job in the fall, do yourself a favor, Nancy.
Dump the roosterfish!

Nancy brought our order returning from time to time to replenish our water and root beer.

"How is your hamburger?
I asked.

"Delicious, but I won't be able to eat all of it, I have to watch my figure now.
Adam did you ever date her, I mean before you met my sister?"

By her, do you mean Nancy?"

"Yes, Nancy, did you ever date her?"

"I was Nancy's escort for her cousins wedding."
Nancy's present boyfriend, Roger the roosterfish went to Miami for a football game.
Roosterfish went his hatchling roosterfish buddies the weekend of the wedding.

"The roosterfish's friends no doubt talked him into it.
They made references about his manhood, saying stand-up to her, don't let her boss you around.... that kind of nonsense!
Hence the roosterfish reference, nether fish or fowl, man or boy, but perpetual adolescence.
When I found out I insisted on taking Nancy to the wedding.
I rented a black tuxedo for the occasion.
I danced just about every dance with her.
Then I took her out for coffee & dessert afterwards.
We had a wonderful time.

Then the roosterfish saw the photos from the wedding and us dancing.
He became jealous and then angry.
Roger accused her of cheating on him with me and then tried confront me.
He told me that he was going to "kick the shit out of me".

Did you fight him?"

"The idiot confronted me outside of the Ace Hardware Store.
He was loud, drunk and obnoxious and there was no reasoning with him.
He threw a haymaker at my head and I moved to one side.
Roger punched the building instead of me and broke his hand in three places.
I left him in the emergency room."

"Did you.... "You know what I mean?"

Did I what, Puppy?"
"Did I make love to her, the answer is no."

"Are you going to tell me what you scored on your MENSA test?"

"One-hundred-seventy-five.
But it doesn't matter, I didn't join?"

"Why wouldn't you want to be a member of MENSA?"

"When I was in college, I was tentatively accepted into a fraternity.

"What fraternity, Adam?"

"It doesn't matter.
At the time I didn't know what I was getting into to.
I wouldn't cooperate or take part in the hazing.
What they wanted me to do and what they wanted to do to me was demeaning."

"What happened when you refused the initiation?"

"I got arrested and spent the weekend in jail for fighting but not so my almost fraternity brothers.
They had money and connections.
One had a broken hand.
Another had crushed testicles.
The third couldn't whistle Dixie between his missing front teeth."

"Why couldn't he whistle through his teeth?
Puppy asked laughing.

"Because he was the one holding the paddle.
He attempted to hit me with it before I took it away from him.

"Did anything happen in jail, Adam?

"While I was in my cell, a rather large gentleman with a shaved head and many tattoos was put in with me
But had to leave in a hurry because the Correction Officers rushed him to the prison hospital soon after."

"What happened to him?"
Puppy asked, sliding closer to me, our legs now touching.

When we initially sat down, I helped her into the corner booth and then sat across from her.
Over the course of the meal and conversations she kept inching closer to me.
It started with the fried onion rings.
When I reached for one so did she as an excuse to touch me.
I noticed in the bathtub sharing my boat story how she cuddled closer
The same when Puppy was telling me about herself in the bedroom.
Especially when I asked her questions.
Confirming to her that I was listening and had her undivided attention.

I also noticed that she got excited and perhaps aroused by the violent account of my actions.
Which was why I narrated the way I did.
To hold her interest and have her ask questions.
I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer yet.

"It was a pre-emptive strike.
Nobody bothered me after that.
I was segregated to my own room in the infirmary.
The down side was that I could have been charged with assault and battery.

"I will assume that you won that fight.
Where you charged for your pre-emptive strike?
What happened next, Adam?"

"Yes and no, I will get to that shortly."

I talked softer now, making Puppy lean closer to listen
While I spoke to her I played with her thick, silky braid.

"There was an internal investigation conducted by a old crusty Correction Sergeant.
He was a 25 -year man in his sixties.
He had hash marks and stars on his sleeve.
I was brought into his office, a dingy room painted institutional gray.
The room contained a battered wood desk and two chairs in the same condition.
I was told to sit down, which I did.
The desk was between us.
The Sergeant took off his uniform jacket.
He hung it on the back of his chair and then sat down.
I noticed his single tattoo; the Marine embalm and below that, "Semper Fideliis."

"Always Faithful."
Puppy added solemnly.

The Sergeant told me that the thug, a known rapist and pedophile refused to press charges against me.
In order to draw me out he asked about my family and home life."
I answered everything truthfully.
A man of his caliber would easily detect lies or half-truths."

"He asked if I was checked out at the municipal hospital after my fight."

"Were you checked out at the hospital, Adam?"

"No the campus police turned me over the Sheriff Deputy.
They said I refused treatment forging their paperwork and I was brought right to the county jail.
The Sergeant then asked me to take off my shirt and then he said.

"Son, you did a number on those boys.
No doubt in my mind they got what their hands called for.
In the end it is their word against yours and they are the haves and you are a have not.
Life isn't fair but there you have it.
Where did you get those bruises on your back and stomach, son?"

"How did you get the bruises, Adam?"

"I didn't tell him, Puppy, which told him everything."

"But how did you get them?"

"A young sweet thing like you still in high school.
I can't tell you that; It would corrupt your tender sensibilities."

Adam!"

"The campus police worked me over with sap gloves.
Sap gloves are cowhide gloves with fine birdshot sown into the palms and knuckles."
I took a sip of root beer from my frosted glass mug, as did the same.

"The bastards.... did you eventually get medical treatment?"

"After my interview.
The Sergeant personally escorted me to the infirmary.
I had cracked ribs and was now pissing blood."

"They bruised your kidneys didn't they?"

"Yes they did, both of them.
I passed out a couple of times while they were wrapping my cracked ribs."

"They don't treat cracked ribs that way now, Adam."

"Yes, I know, Puppy."

"The old Sergeant was angry.
I stayed in the jail's hospital until Monday."

I had a cell with a real mattress and fresh sheets and I could watch television in the dayroom.
The Sergeant called the PA at home and had him return to the jail infirmary.
I had pain medication that night instead of waiting until Monday morning."

"There was an old black orderly working on the ward, a trustee and his name was Shaky McDaniel.
He told me that he overheard the old Sarge talking.
"Listen to me boy, that old-timer is a good hack.
You do what he tells you.
"Sergeant McMahon is a tough old bastard.
Don't take shit from anybody.
He's tough, but he's fair.
He was talking to the Captain.
Told him he did some checking on you.
Told the Captain that you took one hell of a beating.
Didn't make a sound except to grunt.
Pissed your pants and everything.
But kept your mouth shut; wouldn't give the crackers the satisfaction."

"Did your father post your bail?"

I'll get to that in minute, let me finish telling you about the interview first."
I took a sip of root beer and then Puppy the same."

"If the Sheriff Deputy did it, I don't want to know, but I doubt it."
The old Sarge said.
"If it were somebody else, you would still be smart to keep your mouth shut.
I can tell by the bruises on your wrists the handcuffs were on tight when you took your beating.
The Deputy who brought you here is a good man.
If you file a complaint he will be suspended for 6 months or more without pay pending his investigation along with those who did it.
Mark has a family to support?"
He will close ranks and keep his mouth shut; we all will.
You keep your mouth shut and I will squash the pending charges for assault and battery in my cellblock.
You have my word on it."

"I can't help you with the outside charges, son, for those you will need a lawyer.
That God damned piss-ant Dean of Student should have kept everything in house.
He took the side of those rich spoiled sissy boys, those roosterfish!
You have been railroaded son."

"Then we both stood up.
Sarge extended his hand for me to shake looking straight in the eye and I took it meeting his gaze."
I nodded my head and squeezed his hand
The Sarge nodded his head and squeezed back."

"Protocol dictated that I be handcuffed when he walked me over to the infirmary and I wasn't wearing any.

"Why weren't you wearing handcuffs, Adam?"

"Because the Sergeant and I had an unspoken understanding."
I squeezed her hand.
She squeezed mine back, much harder.

My root beer was gone now and we started on hers.
Nancy quietly brought us 2 fresh frosted mugs, no need for asking.

"Sergeant McMahon asked why I refused my arrival telephone while I was there call to notify my folks.
I refused to answer.
Did you have a falling out with your father, son?"

"We don't have a telephone, Sergeant.
We use the neighbor's up the road."

"Then why didn't you call the neighbors?"

"I didn't answer him."

"Did you have a falling out with your father, Adam?
Because if you did this is no time to be stubborn.
You need an attorney Adam.
An attorney that is damn sight better then your family can probably afford."

"There is the public defender."
I said, breaking my silence.

"Those roosterfish have the best lawyers that money can buy.
Their motions are already filed and I will bet you a brass- monkey's left nut that there is already a deal in place.
Their lawyers have already met with the public defender and the district attorney.
Which leaves you with the right nut.... nothing and frozen out.

"Then I will have to defend myself."
I told him, defiantly.

"Son there is an old saying about a fool for a lawyer with an ass for a client.
I hope you change your mind."

I paused to sip my root beer.

"What about your father, Adam?
Did he bail you out?
Hire an attorney?
Did you defend yourself in open court?
What happened?"

"Pro per as in the Latin, "propria persona".
I paused to let her finish.
I could tell by the look on her face that she wanted too.
I sipped my root beer.

"Propria persona, by ones self."
Puppy translated, enjoying the discourse and taking a sip of root beer from my mug.

Puppy is a delightfully intelligent woman, as is my sweet Rose.
I have already started Rose on some of the classics, Jane Austin and The Bronte sisters.
Anne, Charlotte and Emily to name a few; to read when sitting in my workshop, on her stool, by the window.

I raised my hand to get Nancy's attention.

When she arrived, Nancy asked.
"Are you ready for desert?"

"No, just the bill and a take out box please, Nancy."
I handed her cash that included a generous gratuity.

It was a quiet ride home.
Puppy was sitting close to me listening to the radio.
When we arrived home I took her to my workshop.
I explained step by step the anatomy of building a split bamboo fly rod from start to finish.
Then we went into the house.
Once there, I put a classic music station on low.
I invited her to snuggle on the couch with me.

I took the braid out of her hair letting it fall loose about her shoulders.
Soon Puppy was all over me and just could not get enough kisses.
I let her go down on me.
She gave me a wonderful blowjob while I played with her beautiful hair.
Then I went down on her causing an even more violent orgasm then before in the kitchen.
Afterwards, all Puppy wanted to do was to cuddle with her head on my lap.

"What happened, Adam?
What did your father do?"

"Sergeant McMahon took off the next two days.
He was a complete stranger and he went out of his way to help me."

"He hired a lawyer and bailed you out, didn't he?"

"No, Sarge and his wife Mary drove to my Dad's farm.
It was a 16 hour round trip for them.
He drove 16 hours so that he could tell my father where I was and what happened.

"Then it was your father who bailed you out, right?"

"Nobody bailed me out, my precocious Puppy."

"But your father found you an attorney, right?"

"Wrong."

"Adam!"

"Puppy!"
I held onto her hair to keep her from sitting up.
"Please remain still so I can finish my story".

"Yes Sir."

"But first, tell me who you are?"

"I am your Puppy and you are my lover, Sir.
Do you think that you could ever love me, just a little now that you like me, Sir?"

"Perhaps, Puppy, perhaps.
Quoting Mrs. Meyer: "Good things come to those who wait."

"Yes Sir."
Puppy kissed my hand and snuggled back down.

I was thinking that after I settled with the Shylock a second bathroom was definitely in my future.

"On Monday morning they simply let me go.
All the charges were dropped and I have no idea why.
My scholarships were still in place.
I met with the Dean of Students and he did everything but kiss my ring and as you can see I don't wear one.
He offered me special privileges and I turned him down."

"There must be something I can do, Mr. Richards." The Dean said to me.
The Dean seemed nervous as if he was afraid of something or somebody."

"What did you tell the Dean, Adam?"

"I will continue to live in the common dormitories, Dean.
I will work hard to maintain my grades and keep my scholarship.
I don't need your help or your money, free housing or free meals...nothing, except?"

"Of course Mr. Richards anything you want, just name it."

"Don't ever talk to me again in your lifetime?
That is exactly what I told him.
Then I turned and walked out of his office.

"What happened to the roosterfish, Adam?"

"Do you like that word?"

"Yes, it's very descriptive."
Puppy replied, laughing.

"All three of them transferred to a different college."

"What about those cowards who beat you when you were handcuffed."

"Only one of them beat me, the older of the two.
The other stood by and watched and was afraid to interfere.
He was still on probation and not much older than me.
For some reason, he transferred immediately into housekeeping and became a janitor.
Then when his probation was up he took a 1 years leave of absence to do volunteer work in a homeless shelter and food pantry."

"And the one who beat you?"

"They found the one that beat me naked and he was wearing his department disapproved sap gloves.
He was handcuffed with his issue handcuffs to the flagpole on the football field.
Whomever did this to him made him swallow his own handcuff key."

"Really! They made him swallow the key!
Who beat him up?
Did he have a gag in his mouth?
Serves him right!"

"He was beat much worse then I was, Puppy and with his own sap gloves.
At first, I was a suspect, but the State Police cleared me right away.
I was home for my Mother's funeral and my alibi was rock solid.

"Did they ever find out who did it, Adam?"

"Never, the poltroon was so scared he refused to participate in his own investigation."

"And Sergeant McMahon?"

"He is doing well and we still keep in touch.
John is in his eighties now and is working as a school crossing guard.
The children at his elementary school crossing love him, especially the little ones.
He teaches them how to cross between the yellow lines.
John marches with them, left right, left right and all that.
The children call him Sergeant Grandpa.
The old Sarge will never retire; he is too obstinate.
Just like me."

"Oh no, Sir."
"Don't say that; don't sell yourself short with obstinate."

"What do you mean by that remark, Puppy?"

"You are not merely obstinate, Sir, you are stubborn, headstrong and stiff-necked.
I should also include bullheaded, pigheaded, mulish, dogged, and pertinacious.
But most definitely you are not a roosterfish."
She sat up and putts her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth.

"You will be sleeping on the floor in the bedroom this evening unless you take it back."

"I take it back, Sir.
You are a roosterfish."
Then, she kissed my mouth twice.

"Such impertinence.
I said in mock outrage.
I'm shocked, absolutely shocked I tell you!"

"Not just impertinence, Sir." Kiss Kiss. " But, impudence and cheekiness." Kiss kiss.
Insolence, crust." Kiss, Kiss. "Freshness, gall, rudeness." Kiss kiss and kiss.
"And discourtesy, chutzpah, disrespect." Kiss, Kiss.

"My turn Puppy. Sauciness & pertness." Kiss, Kiss.
I kissed Puppy's mouth back.
"Perkiness, and playfulness." Kiss, Kiss "Fun."
Didn't I say you were smarter then me, you know more words?"

"It is bedtime Sir."
And I can think of one more word.... well, maybe two."

David arrived at my house at 5:00 AM in the morning.
It was the day I was to meet with the Shylock and Socrates was with him greeting me warmly as ever.
He walked up and smelled me and then lay down on the ground and ignored me.
He wagged his tail once for Puppy and that was a good omen.
Socrates is a huge brindle colored Bull Mastiff with four white feet.
He has been trained to attack on command.
He absolutely loves Laura and likes Rose, allowing her to pet him; he merely tolerates me.

The last thing I told my Puppy before she left with David.
"Everything will be fine, my one root beer barrel candy girl."
An unspoken understanding passed between us.
David gave us a funny look, serves him right.
Socrates wagged his tail.

I showered, shaved and dressed carefully for my meeting with the Shylock.
I did not want to give him the wrong impression.
Being that I was afraid of him or that I had lost sleep worrying about him.
I slept well these past days.
Puppy was a precocious little bed partner.

First, a freshly pressed white shirt with the top button left undone.
Next, dark gray wool slacks with a 1 3/4" double leather black belt with a sturdy brass buckle.
I can't have my pants falling down or have anything print.
Next, I put on a Navy Blue Blazer.

I hate tight restrictive clothing and I always prefer my clothing a little loose and comfortable.
I put on my dark socks and a pair of steel toe black brogans.
I left the house ready for bear.

I arrived at the restaurant one hour early.
I met with the staff first and then waited in my booth for the Shylock.
They were instructed not to enter the area unless I called for them.
They didn't know why and I had tipped the entire staff well beforehand.

I just didn't want anyone to get hurt or be in the line of fire as a manner of speaking.
There was no telling what kind of weapon the Shylock might be carrying, a gun perhaps.
My steel toed shoes were no match for that.
It was safer to give the Shylock what he had coming.
I was certainly carrying enough with me for that, taking it out of the safe before I left.

The Shylock, Frank Abzug came sauntering into the restaurant 2 hours late.
Frank acted like he owned the place and was puffing on a big cigar.
The Shylock was a big man, about six foot tall and approximately 260 lbs.
He was wearing a black sharkskin suit that had seen better days with a black shirt and white tie and had Italian loafer on his feet; good I had him there.
The Shylock first went to the bar and ordered a drink, tipping the bartender a ten spot.
He sat and finished that drink and then ordered another tipping the bartender the same.
The Shylock deliberately took his time getting to the booth, cheap showmanship.

He then walked over to the booth, smiling and offered me his hand to shake.
I didn't take it.
I looked at him and sipped my coffee.

The Shylock sat down and turned the coffee cup over at his place setting to use as an ashtray.
He glared at me and took a puff on his cigar blowing the smoke in my direction and sneering.
I leaned forward with my face expressionless returning his stare and this was not what he expected.

He was first to speak.
"Your girlfriend's sister owes me fifteen grand.
Fortunately for her, I have a kind heart and I will settle for ten grand, cash.
You are a business man same as me you can afford it."

I was nothing like him.

"I checked you out, Richards.
Three-thousand dollars for a lousy fishing pole, and they call me a Shylock."
He laughed as if he just scored a point.
I took sip of my coffee.

"My understanding is that you loaned her one thousand dollars less then a year ago.
I am prepared to settle her debt to you."

"That's right Richards, the other nine are for pain and suffering if you get my meaning, If I don't get paid what's coming to me?"

He laughed again, as if he had just scored another point
Then he took another puff on his cigar.
The man was a hyena in a sharkskin suit.

"Unfold your napkin."
I said, taking a sip of coffee.

Unfolding his napkin he said "There is just three grand here, what gives?
Do you know who I am, Richards?"

"You are a business man with a kind heart.
One thousand is for the loan and two thousand in interest which is a much better return then the stock or futures markets."
I advised him, sipping my coffee and then refreshing my cup from the carafe.

Frank the hyena put the money in his suit pocket.
He removed silver .25-caliber semi- automatic handgun with mother of pearl grips.
The he flashed it for me to see before putting it on the table and palming it with his large ham hock hand.

"That was just the down payment, Richards.
When can I expect the rest, the other fifteen thousand in interest for you for being a smart ass and I know about the ruby.
It is not like you are married to the bitch.
Why don't let me borrow your girlfriend for the weekend.
Blanche could use a good makeover, to much hair on that one.
Is she a good fuck, Richards?
Does she suck cock and take it in the ass?
I bet the bitch gives a good rim job.
Do you kiss her afterward?

He was trying to goad me, to get me to react and make a mistake.
Instead he got a deadpan expression.

"Are you a voyeur, Richards?
"I will let you watch while I am doing your cunt girlfriend.
Followed by his mocking hyena laugh.
I sipped my hot coffee.

"I'll even let you use my wife until I'm done with Blanche.
Then I will bring her back to you nice and bald and well broken in and I'll even take a dollar off your bill for wear and tear.

"No thank you, I decline your generous offer, Mr. Abzug"
I sipped my coffee.

Haven't you heard anything I have said to you, Richards?
How can you sit there and drink coffee?
What kind of man other then a coward or a fool would just sit there and take it?

"Obviously you don't like coffee, and as to what type of man:
One that is at a disadvantage after being out maneuvered and doesn't want to get shot."
I was not being entirely truthful.

"You got balls; I'll give you that.
Your expression didn't change even when you saw my piece.
You're out of your league and you know.
Don't like coffee, that's a good one.
But you got balls and I admire that.
Business is Business, Blanche or the ruby, your choice?
Your money is no longer good."

The old Sergeant taught me well.
Not just about tells and how to really read a man.
I learned how to bluff, when to back down and when to strike hard and fast.
I thought that I was tough as hell.
In his sixties he could throw me around like a rag doll.
I learned from him that there is always somebody tougher or more ruthless.
It is best to be prepared to conquer, negotiate, or retreat.

I was taught to maintain the perfect poker face, no matter what.
I was seething inside about how he was talking about Rose and Clarette.

But a man has to do what a man has to do no matter how distasteful."

"Then you will settle for the ruby ring?"

"That's what I said, I'm thinking about starting my own tradition with Clarette afterwards anyway.
It's not like you can stop me.
Even though the cunt is nothing but a cheap whore as are all women, especially yours."
He announced, still smirking.
I wanted to kick him in the face with my steel toe shoes.
But he had a gun.
That was not going to happen.

"It's under the coffee cup to your left."

The Shylock removed the cup and said.
"What the fuck is this.
Why is my name on?"
He picked it up from the saucer to look at it, momentarily distracted.

This gave me time to reach underneath my blazer.
I removed my Gary Reeder Alaskan Hunter from the Mernickle pancake holster.
I pointed five more of them at his groin.
I was ready for bear.

"I suggest that you don't move."

For the first time, I saw fear in the Shylock eyes.
My dear friend, the old Sarge, God Bless him, taught me how to negotiate.
Always negotiate from a position of strength, Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum.
The Latin, If you wish peace prepare for war.

"I will gladly answer your question, but first, slowly remove your hand...very reasonable."
I covered the pistol with my cloth napkin as not to alarm anyone.

"No doubt this gun is illegal and covered with your fingerprints.
Thank you for providing me with leverage.
I have a customer, an assistant Deputy Director of the FBI.
He works of Phoenix Arizona Office.
He owns three of my lousy fishing poles.
Need I say more?"

"I prefer to handle my own affairs without outside interference, Mr. Abzug.

"What you have in your hand is a .454 Casull 300 Grain XTP Jacketed Hollow point round.
It has twice the muzzle energy of the best 44 magnum round.
It will exit the barrel of the revolver that I am pointing at your testicles at 1650 fps, with muzzle energy of 1814 ft lbs."
I said this calmly and matter of factually...taking a sip of coffee...
"As opposed to your round; the .25 acp with a 50 Grain round nose bullet at 760 fps with 64 lb of muzzle energy."

I carry this handgun salmon fishing in bear country.
It was custom built for me on a stainless Ruger Bisley Single Action Revolver and it is simple, rugged, and reliable.
I chose the black micarta grips they being durable and practical.
At my request, Gary installed a 5" octagon barrel with folding rear express sights, and then I chose a 14kt. gold bead Elmer Keith style front sight."

"Which brings us back to the here and now, Mr. Abzug.
I could have shot you in self- defense and without warning, but like you I am a businessman with a kind heart.

Just one round will shatter your pelvic bone and possibly your spine, and will most likely sever your femoral & iliac arteries.
Assume my aim is just slightly off.
If you are unlucky enough to survive, if not a paraplegic, you most certainly will remain an impotent cripple with a colostomy bag.
Not at all good for business."

"Under the circumstances, and as one business man to another; you have made a very good return on your money.
Perhaps you didn't make the expected profit, but you didn't lose money either.
Clarette's debt to you has been satisfied in full and I suggest that relinquish your lien on her person and the ruby... Don't make this personal."

The Shylock slid out of the booth and slowly stood up.
His eyes never left mine as he put the round in his pocket.

"Business is business Richards.
Our business is over."
He nodded his head and I mine.
We had an understanding.
Then he turned and walked out of the restaurant.

The old Sarge was right, leave him an out and allow him his dignity.
If possible let him walk away.
I couldn't wait to see him and thank and him.
I didn't have long to wait.

"Mr. Richards, there is an older gentleman at the bar that wishes to buy you a drink." "What shall I tell him?"

"Nothing, I will tell him myself, Vito."
Vito is a friend of David and the owner's nephew.

We walked over to the bar where my old Sarge was standing and I made the introductions.

"Vito this is Sergeant Major John McMahon, twenty years in the Marines.
Followed by thirty years in Corrections and retiring as a Sergeant.
Sergeant Major and then a Sergeant, Sarge this is Vito Salvatore.

"An honor to meet Sir." Vito said, smiling and shaking Sarge's hand.
"Thank You Sir for your service to our country."
I could tell by the look on his face that Sarge was pleased.

"Pleased to meet you son, you ever serve."

"No Sergeant Major. "I never afforded myself the privilege."

Now pleased and impressed with Vito's manners and show of respect
"Can I buy you a drink son?"

"I'll be done work in 15 minutes, then I will gladly have a drink with you Sergeant Major.

"You do anything but tend bar?"
Sarge asked.

"I tend bar part time for my uncle.
I am a County Sheriff Deputy with 10 years of service and with the rank of Sergeant."

"I knew it, a fellow Officer and Sergeant to boot!
"Why don't join us for dinner, son, I am sure that Adam won't mind and we can swap war stories...................................

After dinner, I insisted that Sarge spend the night and get a fresh start in the morning.
He was getting on in years.
I knew he was disappointed when I declined his offer to help out with the Shylock.
At 83, I couldn't chance him getting hurt.
But I promised to call him for advice if things went sour.

We were sitting in the kitchen when I gave him the full story
"I'm sorry that I wouldn't let you help.
"But I'm sure you understand.
No hard feelings, Sarge?"

"No need to be sorry on my account.
Somebody had to cover your flank.
I wasn't about to stay out and miss all the fun."

"What do you mean Sarge?"

"Son remember when you told me about your meeting with that piss-ant Dean of Students after all the charges were dropped.

"I remember, Sarge."

"Afterwards, what did I tell you?"

"You said that I was the second most stubborn, headstrong, stiff-necked, bullheaded, son of a bitch that you ever laid your eyes on." "Then you took me home to meet your wife and Mary cooked me dinner."

"Well, you are looking at the first.
I took care of a little potential problem in the restaurant parking lot.
I met two Lady friends of yours ready to help as well."

"Do you mean Samantha and Grace?"

"Fine women, especially the big one with the black hair?
I asked her out to dinner."

"Did Samantha accept?"

"Of course she did."

"Where are they now?"

"With the Schlock's wife.
The wife was sitting in his car with that roosterfish, Duke."

"Why would the Shylock's wife go anywhere with them?
That just doesn't make sense"

"Because Duke was unconscious in the trunk."

"How did Duke get in the trunk in the first place?"
I asked, laughing, thinking how much I loved this old man."

"Well, It was my idea.
I banged his head on the doorpost of the car until he stopped talking.
You were busy with the Shylock and that roosterfish had a dirty mouth.
He was sitting in the car playing that rap music with a woman old enough to be his mother, no respect.
That's not music just a bunch of dirty talking.
Now, Old Blue Eyes, that's music.
Must be one of those new breed of roosterfish."

"That's wigger, Sarge, Duke's a wigger."

"I thought we weren't supposed to use those kind's of words anymore, not being politically correct and all."

"That's the other word."
I answered.

"Then I can say one word, but not the other one, and some people can say both?
It seems like a double standard to me.
"I will stick with roosterfish....................................................

Sergeant Major John McMahon was across the street watching the restaurant with his binoculars an hour before I arrived.
Never one to take chances, Sarge always carries his Thunder Ranch Colt 1911 .45 acp pistol everywhere.
He completed and passed their defensive firearms and tactical training classes for the first time in the mid 1970's.
Then he took a refresher course every two years until he turned 78 having to stop because of the arthritis in his knees.

While I was in the restaurant with the Shylock, he walked up to the car where Duke and the battered wife were sitting.
He told Duke that he should be ashamed of himself for playing that profanity in front of a lady.
He knew full well who they were and he was greeted by a string of profanities.
When Duke tried to get out of the car he pinned Duke's arm behind his back.
Then banged Duke's head on the doorpost rendering him unconscious.

Sam and Grace were already in the restaurant parking lot waiting.
Sarge told me they were well prepared with aluminum baseball bats, rope, and duct tape and a large first-aid kit.
They had .410-gauge double shotgun loaded with buckshot in the trunk, everything but the kitchen sink.
He said he said that wasn't too sure about the sink, only getting a quick glance in their trunk.
Grace helped him tie the roosterfish up and put him in the trunk.

He told me that when Duke came to Samantha was prepared even for that.
Sam threatened to break Duke's other thumb.
Sam forced him chew and swallow some pills that soon put him to sleep.
They gagged him and locked him in the trunk.
Then Sam and Grace drove the Shylock's wife Martha to a battered woman's shelter and then to a safe house.
They left him to take care of the rest.

Sarge said that when the Shylock came out of the restaurant and found them gone he was fit to be tied.
Adding, no pun intended.
He said he bet that the Shylock thought the roosterfish might have run off with his wife.
In any event we both agreed that the Shylock was done with us, adhering to a warped sense of honor.

What satisfaction that he didn't get from me he would take out on Duke.
It didn't matter that he would find Duke later tied up in his trunk.
Frank Abzug the hyena on two legs would blame Duke for failing him.
In the end he would blame Duke for everything that went wrong.

The next morning after he had eaten Sarge left for home.
I sat in my kitchen feeling somewhat uneasy.
Everything had gone so well, yet my dreams were troubled from the night before.
They were totally disconnected.
I dreamt of fire and things burning, a house.
Rose was outside watching it burn and was literally swimming in a sea of tears and sobbing.
Rose was unable to stop the house from being consumed.

In the dream I knew that Rose was safe from the fire as long as she remained in the water.
I dreamt that Puppy was naked in a long low corridor made entirely of doors.
She was searching for the right door and upon opening the door she dove into the sea of tears to find her sister.
Her carnelian necklace was a compass to help her find her way.

And finally, I dreamt of two little boys, twins and the boys no more then 4 years old.
They were playing hide- and -seek in a barn full of hay and they were laughing happily in their innocence and one of them was my father.
Then they were angry grown men.
They were arguing and harsh words were said.
My mother was in another room, crying and was sitting in her rocker next to my crib.... I was just a baby and then I woke up.

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I called Rose to make sure that she was safe and we talked on the telephone for hours losing all track of the time.
Rose asked about Clarette.
I told Rose that she was fine and the three of us had much to talk about when she got home.
Marie and her husband Miguel had joined them and Rose had just met them for the first time.
Rose asked to stay three extra days to visit with them, saying.

"Marie is such an elegant Lady, Adam.
Marie reminds me so much of my mother."

"Of course you may stay my love.
I still have some loose ends to tie up."

Sam and Grace were not answering their telephones and I figured that they still must be busy with Martha Abzug.
I went to get Puppy from David's place.
When I arrived I told Puppy that we would be going camping.
She was excited at the prospect of camping having never gone before.

I packed the back of my truck with the basics.
She and I would be roughing it in a place that nobody knew about except for Rose, or so I thought at the time.

Water wasn't a problem as there was a small artesian spring.
It was 300 yards from my circle and the water is cold and pure.
All of the food I brought could be eaten cold and the only real downside was no hot coffee.

We parked the truck and backpacked in.
There was no point bringing my cell phone because it wouldn't work; nor would my watch or even flashlights would function once we were safe inside.

Perhaps it was my imagination but as we entered the thorny bushes and sumac seemed greener and thicker.
They appeared more overgrown and impassable the closer we got to the circle.
I could have sworn that is was closing in behind us, growing and closing ranks to keep us safe.

Once in side Puppy looked around while I started unpacking things and
I was setting up our tent.
I had intended on sleeping out in the open with her unless that it rained.
The tent was for just in case.

"Adam, didn't you say that there was a spring near here?"

"Yes, that is correct."
I answered, not bothering to look up, intent on setting up the free- standing round dome tent.

"Why walk that far when there is a spring inside the circle?"

I followed her to the spot.
Sure enough there was small artesian spring flowing from the circumference of the circle outward into the thorny hedge.
I cupped my hands and dipped into water pooled in the small depression in the rocks.
The water was cold and pure and it tasted fabulous.
I let Puppy taste it.

"Adam, this is delicious, I have never tasted water this good."

"I remember the rocks being here but there was never any water, Puppy.
Do you know what this means?"

"Yes, a fissure must have opened here in the bed that overlies the aquifer thus creating a fissure spring.
This is such a strange place that you have brought me to, Adam, but strange in a nice sort of way, like you.
Perhaps it is my imagination, but I would swear that I could feel a magnetic field of concentrated energy.
Well anyway some kind energy emanating from the ground and swirling around us.
Quantum physics is something I never studied."

"Yes about the fissure spring, yes about the strange place, isn't it wonderful?
I wish you would stop calling me a strange man."
I grabbed her around the waist, picking her up and spinning her around.

"Rose thinks of the circle as a fairy ring while you are more analytical in your assessment but no less correct.
I have no idea what it is.
You, Rose and I are able to feel and perhaps even tap into the positive energy somehow."

"Adam, What are you doing?"

"I am undressing of course."

"But you haven't even got the tent up yet and it is chilly out.
"Before we left I checked the temperature it was 45 degrees!"

"That should do it my dear now you."

"Let me at least unroll the sleeping bag first, Adam."

"The grass and clover is quite soft and warm if you wish them to be.
I started to undress her and kissing her mouth I said.
"We are going to play a game my precocious Puppy."

"We are going to use our imagination and suspend analytical scientific thought.
Somehow this place defies conventional logic although I sense a pattern, an order of sorts.
Did you notice as we were approaching how green and lush everything was and it is the last day of October!"

I now had her almost completely undressed."

"I noticed, Adam. That is why I called it a strange place."

"Why do you suppose that the grass and clover are warm as if they were kissed by the late morning sun?"
I removed her shoes and socks.

"There must be thermal pockets heating the water table?"
Puppy suggested.

"That would affect your cold fissure spring."
Are you cold?"

"No, I am surprisingly and pleasantly warm."
She put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth.

"How hot would the ground have to be to affect the air temperature?"
I asked.
And look, the sky is overcast and it is getting windy.
See how fast the clouds are moving."
I pointed up to the sky and then took her hand.

"Where are we going, Adam?"

"We are going outside of the circle my dear."

As I suspected, the air temperature was easily 40 degrees colder.
And because of the cold wind the ground was cold on our bare feet.
We ran back in shivering and laughing.
Puppy was starting to understand.

I made slow gentle love to my Puppy in the warm sweet smelling grass and clover
Our sexual energies, our passion were mingling with and adding to that of the circle.
I timed my orgasm with hers and I swear that during our mutual orgasm it felt as if we were both on fire.
It felt as if we would be consumed in flames by our passion.
Yet afterwards we lay there in the clover untouched and unhurt

We napped together in our peaceful sanctuary, oblivious to the outside world until late in the afternoon.
We then ate a light cold meal sharing our spring water from our only cup and debated about the circle.
We certainly had much to discuss with Rose.

We spent the next two days making love, relaxing and just talking.
We brainstormed in the spirit of the great authors of science fiction & fantasy.
Touching upon, religion and parapsychology, extra-terrestrial power sources.
Of ancient civilizations and their beliefs or mythologies.
We ran the gambit of possibilities.
Our debates were often heated, but never contentious.
Neither of us was willing to back down.
Our lovemaking was more passionate because of our debates.
Where she submitted to me, totally.

We did agree that we had feelings for one another.
Puppy told me that she loved me.
I finally relenting, and admitting to my precocious Puppy that I could possibly love two women equally, but she must be willing to share me with Rose.

I would require her to complete her Degree in Library Science and she still wanted to pursue a minor in Art to satisfy her need to paint.
Rose and I would help her is these endeavors; but first her debts and criminal charges must be addressed.

"Adam, do you remember what you told me about my necklace?
And the properties the Romans attributed to the stone?
I have it with me in my backpack."

She went to get her necklace and then walked to the center of the circle putting it on and closing her eyes.

"Adam, I need you for this, please come here and hold my hands."
I walked over taking her hands and closing my eyes.

"Oh dear God Adam we have to leave immediately, your house is on fire."
"Can you see it?"

I nodded, too shocked to answer, thinking." Not again!" " Duke!" "I wouldn't wish that on anybody."

We dressed quickly leaving everything behind except my revolver and her necklace.
It was starting to rain when we got to the access road where my truck was parked.
We stopped not believing what we were seeing.
How were we going to get home now or even get to the airport to pick up Rose.
My truck was trashed: the tires were slashed and all the windows broken and the lights smashed
There was a large rock next to with paint from the truck on it.
Duke had smashed everything in frustration, unable to find us.

I found empty shotgun hulls.
They matched the gauge of the slug holes in the doors and body panels where he had shot the truck.
Then Duke had set it on fire.
My cell phone was gone, burnt or stolen and we couldn't call for help.
We both were wondering how long that Duke was looking for us and wandering aimlessly, in circles with murder in his heart and prevented from finding our Sanctuary by the Sanctuary itself.

It was raining heavily by the time we reached the main road.
We were getting soaked and our rain parkas burned up with the truck.
Puppy was sobbing and was worried about her sister Rose.
Not knowing where Rose was or if she was safe, no doubt assuming the worst and lamenting that she might not ever get to apologize or make peace with her sister.

I spotted headlights in the distance coming at us.
As it approached the vehicle flashed its lights and stopped.
It was a white 1960 Rolls-Royce Phantom V White Limousine.
The rear passenger door opened and my sweet Rose stepped out before the chauffer could exit the vehicle to help her.
Before I could think, Puppy rushed past me crying out her sister's name.
I watched them embrace and Rose now starting to cry as well.
The clean, cold rain washed over them, and adding to their tears and keeping them safe.

An older man dressed impeccably in a classic chauffer uniform with a red carnation in the lapel stepped out of the limo.
He carried an umbrella and ushered the girls into the back seat.

Walking over to me he said
"Good afternoon, nephew"
He opened the front passenger door for me to get in.

"It seems to me at 41 years, 6 months, 3 days...." and then removing a pocket watch on a chain.
"Oh yes 7 hours, 3 minutes and 39 seconds old, that you still don't know enough to come in out of the rain.
"Please get in."

After we were both in, he turned me and said.
"I am sorry, if I had know the trouble that Frank Abzug was causing I would have neutralized him sooner."
He handed me the .454 Casull round, the round on which I had engraved the Shylocks name.

"On the other hand, it worked out for the best and it does my heart good to see family making up."
He smiled, glancing back at them.

"Frank told me everything, not that he had a choice.
I am proud of the way you faced him down, Adam.
You choose your friends well."

"Obviously you don't like coffee."
My Uncle said, laughing.
"There is a thermos of black coffee on the seat between us."

"I gave your mother my word that I would watch out for you, Adam.
I promised her that I would help you.
Not that you need my help any longer.
You have not needed my help since the unfortunate incident at college.

"Up until now, I have not interfered with your life."
"You are stubborn like your father, Adam.... as I am stubborn."

"Even after our falling out, I loved your father.
We were twins you know.
I visit my brother often in the nursing home but Samuel does not recognize me or know who I am.
I talk with him, but he does not understand.
Your Dad has always refused my help."
To his credit he allowed me to help you if I agreed never to contact you.
You see, he loved you more then he hated me, little Admiral.
You were almost three years old when your father and I argued, we...

I interrupted him.
"You were arguing in the kitchen over my grandfather's wedding band.
Dad was the oldest son by a matter of minutes and because of that the ring went to him.
Isn't that so Uncle Micah?"

"How could you possibly know that Adam, even your mother did not know that?
I see, the circle, Clarette & Rose, they must be empathic as well?
Did you channel through the ring, Adam?"

"I do not have the ring, Uncle Micah.
Dad buried or lost it, he can't remember."
"Then you know of the circle, Godfather."

"Yes, I have been to entrance and it would not let me pass.
There are two others like it, a trinity of circles.
One is located at Stonehenge.
It is permanent but is now dormant.
It was dormant to me, is dormant to all except in times of great need.
I have always suspected Churchill to be a powerful empath.
Churchill used it to his great advantage in the defeat of Hitler.
I have consulted with people who know of such things.
Even then, never directly, always second and third hand.
There are secret societies of men and women, archivists whom know of such things.
Merlin was said to be the greatest empath of all, the only man to truly know of their origin.

Perhaps that it why the one at Stonehenge is permanent, Merlin was able to anchor this circle to one place, Uncle.
I offered.

"Perhaps, Adam...perhaps. I am still looking into that."

"Your head stone is in the family cemetery Uncle Micah and my parents told me that you were dead.
I know you are blood because I can sense it and now I know much about you that I will not speak aloud.
You too are an empath and strong enough to hide your thoughts and sense the emotions of others." I thought to him.

"You will of course keep my secret, nephew?
Yes, I see... this is amazing.
You are able to break through my defenses, easily and I can't even put a dent in yours unless you let me.
You need not answer me out loud.
I understand perfectly." He thought back.

"It is not Grandfather's wedding band that you need to channel through, Uncle Micah, but my father, your twin." I thought to him.

Grandfather's wedding band is merely a symbol, a crutch.
Rose was willing to sell her Ruby ring to bury her father."
I said, out loud.

"What about my necklace, Adam."
Puppy asked.

"Give me your hand Clarette.... now take Rose's hand."

"They are my channels Micah, the two women that I love, who love me as well." I thought to him.

"What is Micah's great secret Adam, why won't you share with us?"
They both said out loud.

"Because it is not for you to know." I said.
"We men are entitled to our secrets just as....

Adam, No!"
They both exclaimed.
Clarette let go of my hand and pulled it back quickly and letting go of Rose's as well."

"Did you just do what I thought you did nephew?
Or, should I say, did you just think what I thought you did?"
My uncle said laughing.
You are such a strange man, my new found nephew."

"Not that again." I thought.
"I heard that thought, Adam."
Clarette thought back, laughing.

"What are you two thinking about?"
Rose thought to both of us.
"Never mind." I get it, Rose thought, to both Clarette and I together.
"Adam is not strange." Rose thought.

"Fascinating," Said my newly found Uncle Micah. "Simply fascinating."
"Would you consider...no, I don't suppose you would.
I do not have to read your mind to know that.
You only want the life you are leading and to be left alone as you always have.
You value family and friends above all else just as your father, my brother Samuel did.
Thank you for keeping my secret Adam.
Thank you for reading the mental sign on the locked door and not forcing your way in."
There is no doubt in my mind that you could have easily done so."

"You are welcome.
I might still be in prison if it were not for you uncle Micah.
We are family after all."

"Your home has been burned to the ground a second time, Adam."
"This is the second time you have lost everything, but nothing, nothing that you really value."
Uncle Micah looked at Rose and Clarette.

"The Fire Marshal estimated over 30 gallons of gasoline was spread throughout the house.
Everything is gone, Adam, including Duke.
I would not wish such a death on anyone, to be burned alive."

I have a helicopter waiting and I insist that you stay at my estate at Martha's Vineyards, we have much to talk about.

"Only on one condition." I insisted.

"What condition is that?" He asked.

"First we need to go to the nursing home, you have some loose ends to tie up..........................

The girls waited in the car while Micah and I went inside.
We were standing outside my Dad's room and Micah hesitated.

"Are you sure we won't need your Ladies, Adam?"

"I'm sure, we don't have much time and we need to go in soon."

"My father was sleeping peacefully in his bed, and his breathing slow and regular.
I took my father's hand in mine and motioned for Micah to take the other.

My Dad opened his eyes, looked at me and then at his brother.
In a strong, clear voice he said.
"Micah, my dear brother.
We have played hide-and-seek from one another for most of our adult lives.
Now we have finally found each other again."
Then they shared their thoughts, both of them crying and then laughing and then I allowed them to include me............................

We buried my father on the farm that he loved in our small family cemetery next to my mother.

Micah, as Arthur, made Clarette's credit card debt and police records disappear.
I do not know how Micah did it, nor did I ask.
I got a quick enough glance through the keyhole to realize that too much curiosity could kill the Cheshire cat.

I rebuilt the farmhouse on the original foundation laid down by my Grandfather & Great- Grandfather.
I made it much larger and spacious, adding an extra story and of course and three bathrooms all with extra large claw foot tubs.
There was a price to pay for my father. Many men have stared Death in the face.
Few have talked with him or delayed him.
I didn't talk to death exactly, and it was more like telepathy.

Death always demands his due.
Clarette, my one root beer candy girl offered to pay Death's due.
Then my sweet Rose, second, and then finally I offered to pay.
We are no longer empathic and the circle is dormant again.

It is said that Death is without compromise.
He is after all part of the natural order of things, as is Chronos and I met him as well.

Chronos was quite annoyed with me for making extra work for him.
The Moirae, the Fates, three sisters robed in white; Clotho, Lachesis & Antropos were smiling.
They were greatly amused with the trouble I was causing their cronies and the fates overruled everything on this plane of existence.
They nodded to each other with knowing looks on their beautiful faces.
Nevertheless, delaying the natural orders of could cause irreparable damage.... however, business is business and I am after all a stubborn man.

Our children and heirs have no liens on their empathic abilities should they choose to use them.
The big question is how do I handle two women in the same household?