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[PhoenixPrime01]

P. Phoenix:

"I told you no playing with yourself didn't I Penny?
"Now get over here. Over my lap with your knees locked, ass high in the air and legs spread nice and wide.
"It seems you need to be spanked to teach you that rules are meant to be followed.
"I don't want you playing with yourself so you'll be in constant need and heat. If you pleasure yourself and climax that 'edge' is lost.
"Now move Pennyslut. Up and over my lap," he says as he unzips is pants and pulls out a very hard and impressively sized cock.

"Maybe, if I feel you're contrite enough I'll fuck you before we go for your first formal lesson with me slut to be."

 

[Azalea]

Missy agonized for hours over her outfit for their visit to Antoine's.
She knew it was a very expensive, classy place, and she wanted to please Doc by wearing something very special for him. He had given her permission to choose her own outfit, and she tried on several before deciding.

Finally, she selected a calk length peach silk, a simple gown, actually, very elegantly cut. It had "cap" sleeves and a reasonably low neckline, which revealed just a little cleavage.
The bodice clung to her bosom and then flowed down in a soft flare. The peach color was strikingly pretty on her light olive skin, with her dark hair. She wore a simple pearl choker and pearl earrings, a silver bangle on her wrist, and bone colored pumps.

The material was diaphanous but the rayon lining kept it from being see-thru.....still, her breasts were very attractively showcased. The bodice could very easily be tugged down to reveal them, and she had decided to go braless.

Missy decided to wear a garterbelt and stockings but no underpants....she couldn't wait to see the surprise on Doc's face when he discovered she was bare for him. She knew he enjoyed having what he called "easy access"!

When Dr. M. called for her, she came quickly to meet him downstairs, and he took one look at her and whistled, smiling.

"Missy, you look very sexy, my dear. It is a good thing that I have reserved a very private booth, because I have plans for us to make very good use of it."

Missy shivered in excitement, and he slipped his arm about her waist and led her to his limo, which was parked just outside the school's entrance. He opened the door for her, and as she climbed in he took note of how delectable her ass was draped in the delicate peach. He heartily approved of the dignity and grace with which she seated herself in the back seat.

He signaled to his driver to take off, and then turned to Missy, a gleam on his eye.

"My dear, I don't want to wait another minute to see and touch that sexy, slutty cunt of yours. Open your legs for me." And he moved to the seat across from her to get a good view.

Delighted by his sexy suggestion, Missy slid to the edge of her seat, lifted her gown above her knees, and spread her thighs wide open, revealing her cunt to him.

"Now I want you to touch yourself, Missy.....masturbate in front of me, right now......"

 

[KHAN-E]

Penelope

Penelope panted in heat when she saw Phoenix's prick. It was so big and thick. She wanted it in her hot pussy. She walked to him, hoping he would fuck her instead of spanking her.

"I'll be good, Phoenix. I promise. It's just that being here, knowing that I'm going to become a real slut makes me feel so horny. and having you, and Dr. Mabeuse, and Joe, and everybody else look at me just makes me even hornier."

Penelope bent over Phoenix's knee, raising her firm-globed ass in the air. It was an uncomfortable position, made all the more so by Phoenix's hot, hard cock pressed against her lower belly, almost touching her pussy. She tried to move so it would touch her cunt lips.

Phoneix stopped her.

"Hold still, Pennyslut! Have you ever had your ass spanked?"

"Not since I was a little girl."

"Well, you are about to receive a much-needed spanking. You need to learn that rules are made to be followed."

Phoenix began by massaging Penelope's ass. Cunt juice was flowing out of Penelope's heated snatch. Phoenix could feel the wetness dripping onto his leg.

"Ready?" Phoenix asked as his hand lifted from Penelope's ass.

"Yes, sir," Penelope responded in a very quiet, "little girl" voice.

 

[GeronimosGirl]

Re: A New Assignment

A few junk-mail calls, then one from Dr. M. A prospective student had called for information, a 19 year old woman named Olyandra. She apparently had gone through a troubling sexual experience and wished to speak to someone at the school about our program. Dr. M gave me her phone number.

Rather than risk the temptation of looking back at the inviting Kitsy, I dial Olyandra's number. A couple of rings, then a low and husky voice. "Yes?"

I explained that I was returning her call to the School of Sluts, and would like to schedule an appointment for her.

"Can I come in this afternoon?" she asked, in a slightly eager voice.

I sighed. "Well, I wish I could see you today, but right now I am 7,000 feet up in the air, on top of Old Baldy, and I won't be back until midday tomorrow. How about early afternoon?"

"Oh, you are an outdoorsman?" she asked.

"Yes, and I try to spend at least a week each month out here with my second best girl friend, Mother Nature. I just love her!"

Olyandra laughed. "Well, don't make a slut out of her, I like her just the way she is." We agreed that she would come to the school at 2 P. M.

"Do you have any particular questions you'd like to ask in advance?"

A long silence. "No," she said, "but I surely will have some when I show up tomorrow." We rang off.

I was at the address from the first call at 1:35.. no sense in being late. I wore a tight peasant girl blouse that draped off my shoulders and exposed my boobs and a tight red leather skirt.

Sure at first glance I dress like a slut but I don't act like one and when I do... I get into trouble. Go figure.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

P. Prime:

"As this is a first offense of this nature you'll only receive five spanks on each ass cheek Pennyslut to be.
"When I've finished I'll decide where and how I'll fuck you, for I shall fuck you be sure of that.
"Now it shall begin."

His hand rubs your taut ass and down one thigh and then up the other, each time it slides up the insides of your thighs his hand cups and squeezes your pussy.

The hand leaves your body for a moment then returns with a *Smack!* onto an ass cheek. Again it leaves and again it returns with another *Smack!*. Now both cheeks are decorated by red hand prints right in the center of each, but just a bit below their vertical mid point.

As he listens to your reaction and watches your reaction his hand returns to caressing and rubbing your inner thighs then onto your spanked cheeks to spread the wetness his palm and fingers had gathered over the two hand prints he's left on your smooth skin.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"Masturbate? Right here?" Missy asks.

They're sitting in the soft leather seat in the back of the limousine, the driver, although screened off by a smoked glass window, is right there, and they;ve started moving through traffic.

"Yes, Missy. Right here. Right now." the Doctor says. "What? Are you worried about James? Believe me, he's been my driver for two years. He's seen much more than a woman masturbating."

Missy cautiously puts her hand upunder her skirt and begins to touch herself.

"No, Missy." he says. "Not like that. Sit back in the corner. Now lift up your dress. All the way up so I can see everything. Now spread your legs. Wider. Yes, like that. Now go ahead."

Missy sluimps down in the corner and spreads her legs, her dress up around her waist. The Doctor takes her leg and places it in his lap so he can idly run his hand up the inside of her thigh as she begins to rub herself in little circles. She's wearing no panties, and her garter belt and stockings make a charming little frame for her as she works at herself.

She's very self-conscious and she doubts whether she'll be able to excite herself under these cirumstances, but the lewdness and obscenity of what she's doing is terribly exciting.

When thecar stops for a light at a busy intersection, though, Missy stops and looks nervously out the window.

"Why did you stop?" the Doctor asks her.

"Those people." she says. "What if they look in?"

"What if they do?" he replies. "So they get to see a beautiful woman masturbating in the back seat of a limo. The doors are locked."

Missy looks at him anxiously.

"Do it." he says with quiet firmness.

When Missy touches herself again, she's wet. Being made to masturbate in semi-public like this is exciting the hell out of her, despite her embarrassment, or maybe because of it.

"Ohhh!" she moans. Her fingers with their red-lacquered nails push her pussy around in little rapid circles, and the Doctor's hand, sliding up and down the inside of her leg and keeping her cpread open has her very hot. She feels her own lubricating juices on her fingers.

"Spread your pussy, Missy." he says. "I want to see just what you're doing."

"Nnnnggh!" Missy groans, knowing how lewd she must look, how very slutty. She can see the pedestrians looking into the smoked-glass windows of the limo, trying to see who's inside. She uses her other hand to spread her pussy lips apart. exposing her hot pink flesh to view.

"That's it, Missy. Now you look like a good little slut. Let everyone see that juicy little pussy. Be proud of what a slut you are."

She is getting very hot now, and she begins to plunge her fingers into her pussy as her other hand frigs her clit. She's aware that they've stopped for a light again and people are streaming around the limo as they cross the street. One of a group of teenage girls looks into the window, boldly cupping her face and pressing it against the glass right next to Missy's face, and Missy sees her recoil in a look of sheer horror and shock. Then the limo pulls away.

"Oh Doctor! Oh! I think I'm going to come!"

"Oh no." he says. He pushes her hands out of the way, leans over her and plunges his middle finger into her soaking cunt, making her hiss with pleasure.

Missy grabs her ankles to keep her legs spread as the Doctor methodicly finger fucks her. Her nipples are hard and poking through the fabric of her dress, and she's aware of how totally depraved she must look, but she doesn't care.

"Please, Doctor! Faster! Faster!"

He laughs. "Sorry, my dear. Here's Antoine's. I'm afraid we'll have to finish inside."

 

[KHAN-E]

Penelope

"OUCH!" Penelope cried as Phoenix began his spanking. He wasn't gentle at all.

After a couple a swats he reached down to feel her wet pussy. Penelope tried telling herself it was just wet from the prospect and promise of being fucked. But it grew wetter with each "smack" of his large hand on her ass. As her butt cheeks heated from the spanking, that warmth seemed to spread and concentrate right in Penelope's pussy. She couldn't remember spankings ever being like this before.

"OOOooohhh!" She cried as Phoenix spanked her cheeks yet again. But the cry sounded much more like pleasure than pain.

Again Phoenix felt her pussy. Could he tell how much this was turning Penelope on?

 

[JarringJoe]

Olyandra's Interview

"I was at the address from the first call at 1:35.. no sense in being late. I wore a tight peasant girl blouse that draped off my shoulders and exposed my boobs and a tight red leather skirt.

"Sure at first glance I dress like a slut but I don't act like one and when I do... I get into trouble. Go figure."

Olyandra proved to be an extraordinarily attractive young woman -- she had told me she was 19, and if anything, she looked a year or two younger -- with flashing dark eyes. As is usual with first-time interviewees, she was visibly nervous as she came into my office. But a swift look at her body showed me that she had great potential for being schooled as a slut -- a blouse cut low enough to reveal the swells of tanned breasts, with more than a hint of cleavage, the hint of aroused nipples pushing against the thin fabric. Her leather mini-skirt hiked up her legs as she sat, giving a glimpse of her thighs far above her knees.

"I liked what you said about loving the mountains," she said, her voice low -- still reflecting her nerves, I thought. "Nature returns whatever love you give to it. When I stand on the top of a bluff and close my eyes, I can almost hear the entire world saying nice things to me." She dropped her eyes and smiled demurely. "In fact, I'll tell you one of my secrets. I like nothing better than to go to a grassy meadow on top of my favorite mountain and take off my clothes and let nature sweep over me. I can lie there for hours, feeling as if I am in communion with the spirits that were on the same spot centuries ago, or even before time began."

I understood what the young lady was saying. "Perhaps," I said, "that since you are so comfortable with nature, part of your training could be done in the outdoors. But that is something we can discuss later. Fiirst, though, I want to tell you something about Dr. M's School for Sluts, and what we hope to accomplish."

Olyandra shifted in her seat. This man in his mid-40s -- twice her age -- was about to talk candidly about a most intimate subject. But his manly bearing somehow inspired confidence that she was in safe and caring hands. (Besides, she thought, his upper body suggested the strength that she had associated with good lovers. What would be it like fucking him, she thought? She shoved the idle thought aside and listened.)

"We start with the premise that sexuality is one of the major driving forces in a person's life, and the ultimate source of the greatest physical and psychic joy which you can achieve. But with most persons, sexuality is also a source of constant conflict. On the one hand, you want to satisfy the urges that are almost always tugging at you -- to do something sexual that pleases both you and whatever person happens to be on your mind at the moment.

"But something else is tugging in the opposite direction -- the notion that you must control these sexual urges, and not let them dominate your life. You were probably told from an early age that 'nice girls' did not do certain things before marriage, or ever. Is that right?"

Olyandra nodded. For sure, she said; indeed, had she listened to everything taught to her over the years, by family and teachers, she would not even be sitting in this office, much less considering training to be a slut.

"Let's think back to what you have done today. You take your shower when you get out of bed. You are alone in your apartment. But nonetheless, you automatically closed the bathroom door, right?

Yes, she had.

"You were thinking about this interview, and you felt sexually aroused at the prospect of coming here, correct?"

Yes, of course.

"And although you were alone, behind a closed door, you turned your back to the shower door when you began washing your....ah, your private parts, so that you faced the tile wall, didn't you?"

Olyandra had to think back on that one. "Yes," she finally said, "I hadn't really thought about it, but you are right." (My god, she thought, did Dr. M's school have a hidden surveillance camera in my apartment? How did he know such a thing?)

I sensed your confusion. "Let's walk through that one," I said. "You have been told all your life not to play with your pussy, correct? Doing so is 'bad' in both the physical and moral sense. So, even though you are now an adult, and free to do what you wish to please your pussy, your instinct is to hide when you do something even as casual as rubbing soap on yourself.

"Of course, the more you rubbed,and the more you thought about this interview, washing more or less became masturbation, correct? And you continued until you got yourself off, right?"

God, Olyandra thought, this man Joe is a mind-reader. All she could do was nod affirmation.

"Let's continue on with your day." I waved at your clothes. "From what I see, you have a great body, and you decided to show it off, but within limits. You wear that low-cut pleasant blouse that puts a good deal of your upper breasts on display. But I can tell that you also exercised restraint: you are wearing a bra. That is what I mean by a conflict of sexuality -- you want to show yourself off, yet you put a limit on yourself. Tell me the truth: wouldn't you be more comfortable not wearing a bra, not only today in this office, but everytime you go out of the house?"

Yes, in fact she would, and yes, in fact she frequently did NOT wear a bra. Why today? She did not know.

"So you leave your apartment, and you encounter people on the street." I shoved a pad and a pencil across the desk. "I want you to think back to what you did, who you saw. And everytime you had a sexual thought about one of these persons, stranger or not, I want you to jot down a note about them."

"Sexual thoughts?" Olyandra asked. "I mean, isn't that pretty broad? I see a good looking guy. Does that have a sexual meaning?"

"Let me give an example. When you came into the offiice you first talked to Ms. Johannsen, our receptionist in the lobby. Remember her, the woman in her late 20s with long blonde hair and....well, an incredible set of boobs under her tight sweater?"

A grin from Olyandra. "Yeah, those things would be pretty hard to miss."

"Did you think what it would be like to see them, to touch them, maybe even to kiss her nipples? Just a fleeting thought perhaps?"

That blush again. A nod. Yes, Olyandra had felt a certain fleeting attraction to the receptionist.

"OK, my dear, go ahead and start your list. But first, let's take the first step on your training. You admitted that wearing a bra is not your first choice, yet you did so today anyway. I want you to stand up and turn around, and take off your blouse and then get rid of that damned bra. Then you can put your blouse backon again and do your list."

Olyandra stood. Oh oh, she thought, here we go, first stage of becoming a slut. She turned so that her back was to Joe and quicklly pulled her blouse over her head and reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. As her bare breasts tumbled out she noticed that her nipples now were fully erect.

"Olyandra, stop right there," Joe said. "Is there something wrong with your breasts? Is there anything about them that shames you, or makes you want to hide them?"

"No," she said, "they are perfectly fine, and in fact I've been told they are one of my better features."

"Why, then, turn away from me? Don't you think that a man of my age has seen uncountable breasts? Why hide something of which you are proud?"

Oh. She got the point. Olyandra tossed both blouse and bra onto another chair and turned to face Joe, naked to the waist. "Give me the paoer," she said, "and I'll do my list"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

P.Prime w/ Penny:

"Two finished and three to go Pennyslut to be." he says as his hand cups and squeezes your pussy again.

"My, my. It seems that your slutty pussy is getting wetter and wetter as the spanking progresses Pennyslut." *Smack!* *Smack!* - two more spanks just below the last two and growing closer to where the cheeks of your ass meet your thighs now.

"I wonder if this is turning you on Penny. Do you like having your bare ass spanked you slut to be?" he asks as his wet hand once again rubs the hot, red hand prints on your ass... and his other hand finds a dangling nipple to pinch and roll, roll and tug at the same time as he's rubbing your lovely and fuckable ass.

 

[Azalea]

Missy

"Sorry, my dear. Here's Antoine's. I'm afraid we'll have to finish inside."

The Doctor had withdrawn his fingers and pushed her leg off of his lap, with a slight laugh at the predicament he thought he had gotten her into.
But the librarian had surprise for her teacher.

"Just where do you think you're going?" she demanded loudly and imperiously.
With unexpected strength, Missy pushed the Doctor back against his seat and straddled his lap, pinning his head to the back of his seat with one of the hardest kisses she had given him yet. She ground her lips into his, biting his lower lip and pressing her body into his with everything she had.

When she released his lip and sat back a little, she thrust her hand down under his cumberbund, in a harsh quick, demanding manner that brooked no interference, and her other hand grabbed his lapel. Looking steadily into his shocked eyes, she snarled, "You started something, and now you're gonna finish it! Stick your fingers back up my pussy......my big handsome stud!"

Dr. M. was totally thrown off balance by Missy's sudden boldness.
He took a few seconds to decide she was, after all, just being the slut he was striving to train her into. And what a pushy little bitch she was turning out to be. he decided he would let her get away with it....this time.

KNocking on the window leading to the driver's cab, Dr. M. said loudly, "We'll be a little while, James." Then he took one of her wrists in his hand, hard, and yanked her arm to her side, leaving the hand reaching down his pants just where it was.

"You think you're gonna make me fuck you, bitch?" he snarled. "What makes you think you have what it'll take to keep me in here, serviceing your cunt?"

While he was talking, she had found what she was seeking, and she squeezed his balls, harder than he might have liked, and growled back at him in a husky, deep voice, "I think I have exactly what it takes, Doc......lying here in my hand. " And with that, she tugged the neckline of her peach gown down over her nipples and ordered, "Suck on these, stud!"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

With his balls in her hand there wasn't much the Doctor could do. Missy watched him, her eyes on fire as she thrust her breasts out for his mouth. With a hot moan the Doctor leaned forward and took her tits in his hands, thumbing and pinching one nipple while he sucked hard on the other. Missy started caressing his balls, rolling them gently in her hand as he sucked her breasts.

"Ow! Christ!" he yelled suddenly, doubling up in pain. Missy pulled her hand from his pants, afraid that she'd hurt him. The Doctor quickly slid his hand up up under her dress and shoved two fingers hard into her sopping pussy. With his thumb on her pubic bone he hooked his fingers around inside her, pressing hard against her G-spot, and yanked her ass up off the seat. He spun around so that he was kneeling on the floor and held her suspended by his fingers in her pussy, only her shoulders and head still on the seat of the limo while she grabbed at his arms, crying out in pain and surprise.

"You fucking bitch!" he said to her, squeezing harder in her pussy. He grabbed one of her arms and dropped her to the floor of the limo. He knelt on top of her with his knee in her stomach, then put his hand on her neck and started squeezing on her carotid artery.

Missy couldn't breath and things started to get dark around her. From far away she heard his voice. "Who the fuck do you think you are, cunt? You're giving me orders? I don't think so!"

He let go of her throat and she gasped for air but he was still kneeling on her stomach. He whipped off his tie and quickly bound her wrists together, then he sat back on the seat, wiping his hand off, panting and furious.

"Back to the school, James." he said to the driver, straightening his jacket. He kept one foot on Missy's neck as they drove.

"You make one move, cunt..." he warned.

The limo stopped in an alley around back and the Doctor got out. He pulled Missy to her feet and shoved her roughly into the school, then kept doving her down the hall till they got to an excercise room. He opened the foor, grabbed her arm and threw her to the floor.

He looked at her for a long while, his face still red with anger.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he said. "What are you, some sort of gutter trash two-bit whore? Some fucked up rough trade skank? I take you out to a decent restaurant to show you off and this is how you act? Like a fucking tug-boat annie with genital warts?
"I'm trying to show you how to be a high class slut, a woman of sophistication, and you end up grabbing my balls and giving me orders?!?! You don't give ANYONE orders! Pig! Fucking cow!"

Here his fury rose to such a pitch that Missy was sure he was going to kick her, but he didn't. He paced to the barred window and back, there and back.

"If this is the way you want it, I can go down the street and get some syphilitic winos who'll teach you all you want to know. Is that what you want? You want to be blowing bums on a piece of cardboard in the alley for a quarter a throw? Is that what you're here for?"

He paced to the window and back, window and back. Then he went to the door and stood with his hand on the knob.

"Well?" he said. "What's it going to be?"

 

[KHAN-E]

"MMMmmm!!!" Penelope moaned as Phoenix pinched her hardened nipple.

"Yessssss!!! Spankings were never this much fun at home!! I feel hot all over!" Penelope was almost ashamed to admit her arousal, but she knew she couldn't hide it from Phoenix. Lying would do no good. He knew she was enjoying it.

Did enjoyment of such debasement make her depraved?! Did it mean she was becoming a slut?!?! She so wanted to be a slut!!!

Phoenix reaches around and pinches her other nipple.

"OOOooohhh, not so hard, sir!" Penelope pleaded. But she knew immediately it sounded much too much like a command.

How would Phoenix respond?

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

P. Phoenix:

The just pinched nipple is flicked repeatedly as he says in a low voice, "It's works better if you ask and not demand fucktoy. Remember that next time or it'll hurt even more.
"I will hurt you to add to your pleasure and if you let me know properly if it's too much I'll back off a bit Penny."

*Smack!* *Smack!*

Two more spanks just at the crease where ass cheeks meet thigh, that tender and protected area on either side of your drooling cunt.

Again your pussy is rubbed and kneaded, again the area just spanked is rubbed by a wet hand.

"Would Penny slut to be prefer two hard ones to her ass or four lighter ones to her dripping pussy instead?"

 

[KHAN-E]

"Yes, sir!" Penelope squealed. "Please don't really hurt me! Just make it hurt good!"

Realizing she was being demanding once again she added. "Please make it hurt good, Phoenix, sir!"

"OOOooohhh, please Phoenix, spank my pussy! But not too hard!"

Penelope's clit was standing up hard, hot, and throbbing. If Phoenix spanked it, she'd cum for sure. She hoped he would. Even if it would mean more punishment. She wanted, needed to cum.

She spread her legs widely, hoping Phoenix would spank her wet pussy well. Then she got an idea.

"Should I turn over so you can spank it more directly, sir?"

She hoped he would allow that. She knew she would really feel each spanking blow if she were on her back, her legs spread and raised. And that would be such a slutty pose.

Would Phoenix agree?

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

P. Phoenix:

"A good idea Penny slut. On the floor on your back cunt. Arch your back and lift your pussy.
"I think I'll fuck your ass as I spank your pussy, tits and nipples at the same time.
"I'll drive my cock up your ass and fuck it 'til I cum in you.. slut to be."

 

[KHAN-E]

Penelope quickly gets into the position Phoenix demanded.

"I I've n-never had m-my ass fucked, Sir." Penelope says quietly, not even sure herself if that was a note of fear or excitement in her quivering voice.

She spread her legs widely. Phoenix could see just how wet her pussy was. Her juices were flowing out of her.

Phoenix stuck three fingers into her wide-open cunt.

"MMMmmm!!!" Penlope groaned and began to hump his fingers.

"I'm just getting some of your cunt-slime to lube up my cock, little Pennyslut."

He rubbed her juices all over his big, thick prick. Then her stuck his fingers back in for more and began to rub it around her little rosebud asshole.

Penelope quivered at the feeling of his fingers on her ass. She was ready for anything this demanding man wanted to do to her. She had never felt so powerless, so much at the mercy of another person, so much at the mercy of her own lust.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

P. Phoenix:

He smiles down at her when she says her ass is still virgin, "Good to hear I'll be the first to use your ass Pennyslut. It'll be all the tighter then and will hug my cock even better.
"Sluts need to be prepared to take a cock in all of their fuckholes, ass included, so we'll begin your preparation for ass fucking right now."

He rubs and presses onto your asshole over and over until it relaxes enough for one slick finger to push two knuckles deep up your ass. Then a second and finally a third finger are used to spread her cunt juices up her ass and loosen it a bit even though the three aren't quite as wide as his cock head they're about the size of it's shaft.

In and out, back and forth he fucks your holes as you lay arched on the bathroom floor. As your eyes flutter closed *Splat* your open pussy and the hairless lips receive their first spank. It stings, it burns a bit, but is far, far lighter than any your red ass received.

In and out of your fuck holes each time a bit deeper, a bit faster as he smiles and chuckles at your reactions to the finger fucking and pussy spanking.

 

[Azalea]

Missy sank to her knees, her wrists still bound tightly with the Doctor's tie, held in front of her, resting on her thighs. Her peach dress was terribly rumpled, a spot or two of dirt here and there from her being thrown on the floor of the limo and onto to the floor of the exercise room. She hung her head down, sobbing, her pussy sore from where he had grabbed and pinched her, her throat hurting from his hand choking her.

"Well?" he said. "What's it going to be?"

She said in a very tiny, very subdued voice, somewhat hoarsely, "I thought that was how you wanted me to act."

Her head spun in terrible confusion. She apparently had totally misread what Doc had been trying to get across about becoming a true slut. The way she had acted in his limo hadn't been like her at all...it was an act, an attempt to impress him with how bitchy and slutty she could be.

Dr. M. stood eith his hand on the doorknob, his anger still pretty hot but beginning to simmser down. She dropped her forehead to the floor and her shoulders racked with sobs, her body trembling. He didn'take a move to comfort her. Here he had thought she was different, a classier broad than he generally got to work with....but she had come on in that limo like a two-bit whore, and he was both furious and disappointed in her.

"What the hell gave you that fucking idea?" he asked in a low sort of growl.

Missy lifted her head enough to stammer out an answr.
"I just.......thought you wanted me to......to be more....demanding." she said. "I thought I was supposed to be more like a slut.......like a woman who goes after sex...." and with that she collapsed again and continued sobbing.

Dr. M. realized, through his anger, that she had gotten her wires crossed somehow....gotten the wrong notion of what being a sexually liberated slut was all about. He was not sure what to do with her. She obviously had had her heart broken, and was deeply humiliated and even hurting from his rough treatment.

He walked over to her and crouched down, lifting her chin off the floor. She raised her head in obedient response, but could not lift her eyes to meet his.

"MIssy," he said in a tired voice. "I thougth you were different, Hon. No, let me rephrase that....I know you are different.
That's why I wanted to show you off tonight, because you are a lady. A lady who is learning to openly express her sexuality."

She lifted her head a little bit more, but still kept her eyes down.

"What you did back in that car...that's not you. Is it?"

She shook her head no, her tears falling to the floor.

Dr. M. found to his surprise that his heart was softening a lot quicker than he expected. He stood and reached a hand down to her.

"Please get up," he said quietly. "Can we replay the last half hour?"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

He helped her up off the floor and took her in his arms. Now Missy was so upset that she started crying freely. His violence had been really scary, and here she had thought he was doing what he wanted, had gone out of her way to be what he wanted.

He held her for, rocking slowly back and forth until she stopped crying. He laughed. "Christ you scared me when you grabbed my balls! I thought you had just lost your mind."

"I'm so sorry." she said.

He smiled and rubbed her back, then looked at her. "There's a time for that kind of passion. There's a time when it's okay to demand what you want. But your lover's got to be there too. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Okay. Listen. You go find another outfit. Something just as sexy. I'll call Antoine's and see if they'll hold the table. Okay?"

Again, Missy nodded. She started to leave when the Doctor grabbed her hand and pulled her back. He took her in his arms and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. His fingers found the crack of her behind and he held one buttock tightly and pulled her hips against his so that she could feel his cock pressing into her stomach.

Then he let her go.

"Hurry up." he said.

 

[Azalea]

Doc had told her to hurry up and she was anxious to please him. It hadn't been her intention to hurt him when she'd grabbed his balls. She thought she had really screwed things up for good, from his violent reaction to what she ahd done. But here he was, giving her another chance......she was determined to make things right, to show him she had some style and class.

The wardrobe room was dark, Mr. Maurice had long gone for the day. She turned the lights on and went over to a rack full of pretty dresses and gowns.She fingered through the selections, rejecting one because it was too plnging in the neckline, another because the material was too heavy, until she came across the perfect dress.

A deep rose color, of a softly shimmering silk, with short bell-shaped sleeves, a fitted lace-up bodice, which draped lossely from under the laces to about calf length. Missy knew the color would bring out her fair skin and dark features dramatically. And the dress was utterly feminine; she prayed that Dr. M. would find her sexy in it. As she slipped out of the soiled peach gown and into the new one, she imagined him smiling when he saw her, and felt her confidence beginning to rejuvenate.

When she got to his office, where he had just made arrangements with Antoine's, he took one look at her and whistled.
"Very nice, my dear, come over here and let me kiss you.....oh, one thing....when we get to Antoines, you will do exactly as i tell to, no questions asked. Deal?"

Missy nodded, saying "Sure thing, Doc, anything you say."

He laughed softly and said, "That's my girl," and gathered her into his arms for a long kiss. His lips on his, he fingered the laces on her dress, and Missy knew it would be all right.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"My mistake was that I wanted you aroused, but not that aroused." The Doctor sais as the limo pulled away from the curb. "You should always be in a state of, let us say, readiness, a mild horniess, more like a stste of contant sensual awareness of your body."

As he spoke the Doctor opened his pants and pulled out his cock. Missy stared at it in surprise as it lolled in his lapm flaccid but slowly throbbing.

"Take it in your hand, Missy." the Doctor sais, watching her coolly. "Beat me off."

Missy was on his right. She crossed her legs and reached over to take him in her right hand, her breasts pushing against his shoulder.

By the time she trook his cock he was already semi-erect and filled her small hand. She thrilled when she felt him throb and expand as she moved her hand lightly up and down his shaft, and her breath started coming faster.

In a few moments he was very hard, his cock standing two hands high, thick and meaty. It felt warm and alive and surprisingly heavy in Missy's hand. It was hardly what you could call pretty, being thickly roped with veins and ridges, but her knowldege of what it was capable of made her thrill at its wieght and urgency in her hand.

"Harder." he said. "Once it's hard, you can't possibly squeeze it too hard. And now take down your dress and give me your breast."

Missy pulled down her bodice. She still wore no bra, and her breasts crowded together over the elastic neckline of her dress. The Doctor took her breasts inhis hand and began licking her nipples, which sent a thrill of pleasure through her body.

His hard, insistent cock in her hand, her breasts in his mouth, soon had her throbbing with desire, her pussy filled with juice.

"Oh Doctor!" she moaned as she frigged his cock. "I want you to come. Come and let me drink it!"

He laughed softly against her breasts. "No, Missy. Not now." He released her breasts and pulled his swollen cock away from her.
"Fix yourself. We're almost there."

Missy pouted. She was very horny now, but knowing she was still on probation she didn't argue. By the time the limo puylled up to the curb, she was reasonably presentabale. She could still feel his living cock in her hand though, as if she'd been branded.

James opened the door for them and they walked inside and past the crowds waiting for tables. "Stand up straight and letthem see what a beauty you are, my dear." The Doctor whispered to her, and Missy pulled herself erect. She knew her nipples were visible through the dress, and she felt that everyone could tell what they'd been up to and sense her state of sexual arousal.
Women and men--especially men--stared at her as she and the Doctor were shown to their table.

"I decided against the private room," he said as they were seated, "As one of the purposes of this dinner is to teach you how a slut acts in public. I've brought you this."

He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a small plastic egg-shaped object, no larger than the tip of his finger.

"This is a vibrator. A remote-controlled vibrator. I want youto go to the ladies' room and put it inside you."

She took it from him and looked at him with surprise. As she looked, he reached casually into his pocket, and Missy felt the liuttle egg come alive in her hand, shuddering back and forth. She clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh my!" she said.

He smiled at her. "I have nothing against your being as hot as you were before in the limo." he said to her. "But only in private. In public, you are always a lady. You may be beating me off under the table, or I might have my finger up your ass, but as far as anyone else can see, you're a perfectly respectable young lady. That is the secret of a sophisticated, upper tier slut. She knows how to be a lady, and she knows how to be a whore.
Now, go into the bathroom and take care of this and I'll order dinner."

 

[Azalea]

Missy took the small obeject into the ladies' room, thankful that no one else was there, and she entered one of the stallls and locked the door. It was a simple matter to insert it into her vagina, as she was wearing no panties. She placed on foot onto the commode seat and lifted her skirt, inerting the little white egg into herself, wiincing at its coldness. Then, she smoothed her dress back down, and wondered what Dr. M. had in mind.

Returning to their table, she was delighted when he stood and pulled her chair out for her. He really is a gentleman under all that rough facade, she thought. After all, I guess I did hurt him when I squeezed his balls so hard.

She sat gracefully, and he pushed her chair in and sat across from her. He had taken the liberty of ordering her a glass of merlot, and she took a sip.

"I have ordered for us, my dear," he said. "I hope that is all right?"

Missy smiled and nodded. "Yes, of course, Doctor. May I ask what you have selected for us?"

"I wish you to be surprisd, Missy," he smiled, "but I will tell you that our meal will include some very fine seafopod, which Antoine's is noted for."

Missy sat back in her chair and felt the merlot warming her, as well as her teacher's smile and pleasant attitude. What a difference from the furious violent man she had seen only an hour before. He looked so debonair and elegant in his evening suit, and she felt proud to be seen with such a distinguised looking man. She felt confident about her own appearance, knowing that the rose gown displayed her best attributes in a most fetching manner.

Then Missy jumped a little.....a distinct vibrating sensation had just tickled her pussy, and she stared at Dr. M. her eyebrows raised. He smiled back and said, "Tell me how that felt, dear."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"Well, I'm not sure..." Missy said, her eyes still wide with surprise.

The Doctor smiled with a gleam in his eye. "Forgive me. I shouldn't tease you. Let's just enjoy our dinner for now. You know, those men at the table against the wall are looking at you. You are the most beautiful woman in the place, but even so..."

They had raw oysters ("Good practice for you." the Doctor told her) and then a very rich gratin of maine lobster ("I do prefer the tail, broiled, but I refuse to wear a bib in public." he said.) with a chilled Riesling, salad, and shoestring potatoes. For dessert, he order a cheese plate, walnuts and port, and for Missy, stravberries in dipping chocolate.

Throughout dinner he had been pointing out people to her, and when several patrons stopped by the table to say hello, he introduced Missy to them but didn't encourage them to stay.

"Now," he said, leaning towards her, "I think we should talk about the rest of our evening. I want to take you back to my apartment, Missy. I want to bring out the women who appeared earlier today. Do you think that's possible?"

Missy paused with a strawberry between her lips as she suddenly felt a lewd buzz between her legs. She had almost forgotten the device was there, and the reminder took her quite by surprise. It buzzed on for a second or two and then stopped.

"Well I... I'm not sure..."

Buzzzz

Now she was ready for it, and she had to admit it felt rather nice. But it was over too quickly.

"Because I want to see what you're like when you let go of yourself, Missy. I want to see you when you turn into an animal."

Buzzzzzzzzzz

Missy gripped the edge of the table and pressed her lips together. God, that felt good! And so nasty! For a second it was as if they weren't in a restaurant at all, the voices had faded out and there was just that delicious feeling inside of her.

The Doctor sat back with a smile on his face. "Show me how you eat those strawberries, Missy. Slowly."

Missy raised a ripe berry to her lips, and just as she had it between her lips, the vibe went off again, making her freeze, and it stayed on. Instinctively Missy started to run her tongue over the strawberry between her lips.

"Bite it, Missy!" the Doctor whispered hotly to her. "Bite it!"

Her body melting in the maddening buzz, she closed her white teeth on the plump berry and felt the juice squirt into her mouth. The buzzer stopped and she shuddered.

"More?" the Doctor asked her.

Missy was very aroused now. She looked around to see if anyone was looking, but no one seemed to notice. She nodded her head vigorously to him, and the buzzer went off again inside her.

Missy grabbed on to the bottom of her chair and let her head fall back, a look of ecstasy on her face. Her nipples stood out clear beneath her dress and the Doctor could see her stomach trembling. He kept it on, his eyes boring into her as if he had his own cock inside her, watching her every twitch and quiver.

The business of the restaurant went on around her. Waiters carrying trays, people talking and laughing, but for Missy time stood still as that wicked little vibrator filled her body with pure pleasure.

When the Doctor turned it off this time, Missy's head fell forward and she gasped for breath, beads of sweat on her brow. The Doctor looked at her with a look of pure lust and desire. Clearly he loved having this power over her. It excited him almost more than it did her.

He called their waiter over impatiently and asked for the check, told the waiter to have his car pulled around the front, then he took Missy by the arm and pulled her from her chair. He threw her coat over her shoulders and steered her out of the restaurant.

Missy's legs were weak, and she could feel the vibrator as she walked, but he did not activate it until they reasched the foyer of the restaurant. Then the Doctor pulled her close to him in the shadows and turned it on again. Missy pressed herself against him as he held her up, feeling her tremble at the delicious waves of pleasure that coursed through her body.

"You gorgeous slut!" he whispered in her ear. "I am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked. Do you understand?"

Missy could only nod.

"This is the way you should always be." he said. "This is the way all women should be!"

The car pulled up, the doorman opened the door, and the Doctor pushed her in. They sped away into the night.

 

[Azalea]

When DR. M.'s limo pulled up to the curb, the driver got out and opened the door for the couple to climb in. Dr. M. gestured to Missy to preceded him and took her hand to help her in, then stepped inside after her. The driver closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. He started the engine and sped off for the doctor's apartment........the doctor had never before asked him to drive a student home with him, and James was duly impressed with the little lady in the rose dress.

Missy settled back into the seat, but before she could get comfortably, Dr. M. had taken her into his arms. He pulled her astraddle him, and, taking her face into his hands, first kissed her long and tenderly, his tongue just barely darting between her lips.
Missy moaned andtried to put her arms around him, but he firmly took hold of them and dropped them to her side.

"Missy, I want you to let me do as I please, without doing anything in return," he said. She breathlessly nodded her head.

The doctor began untying the laces securing the bodice of her gown. Missy had envisioned him doing this the moment she ahd set eyes on the dress, and she closed her eyes and began pantign softly. He took his time, deliberately and carefully undoing her French knots and laying the laces aside, one by one, until he had hem all undone and her breasts were beginning to push through the opening created.

He gently extricated her breasts from the bodice, and cupped them, kissing her mouth as he did so, probing her with his tongue as he rubbed his thumbs in circles around her nipples.
Missy's moans increased in fervor, and she was clearly struyggling to keep her hands off him as he pleasured her tits so exquisitely and patiently.

Then, he bent his mouth to her nipples and suckled eack one in turn, softly at first, then tugging them as bit harder.
"Oh God, Doc, that feels good!" she gasped aloud.

"That is just to get you started, Missy," he said, and then began loosely retying the laces. She blinked in frustration, her panting quite audible.
"Why did you stop?" she whispered.

"Because James has just pulled up to my apartment building, dear, and I don't wish to embarrass you by having your tits hang out in public," he said with a wry grin.

As Missy got off of his lap, his erection grazed her thigh, and she caught her breath.......she could hardly wait for his huge cock to thrust inside of her again. James stopped the limo, and came around to open their door again. Dr. M. climbed out first and helped Missy step out. She was feeling light-headed and weak, so aroused she could barely keep her balance with her strong impulse to cross her legs. Dr. M. led her into the building and up the first flight of stairs to his apartment. He unlocked the doorm ushered her in, and locked it behind them. Turning to face her, he saw a lovely vision if soft rose, literally trembling with lust for his body. that was just the way he wanted her......

 

[dr_mabeuse]

He walked up to her and took her face in his hands, kissing her tenderly, running his tongue around her lips while his thumbs caressed her ears. The lights were still off in the apartment and the only light falling on them was from the street outside.

When she began to breathe faster, he broke the kiss and stepped back, then his hands went to her breasts and he began undoing her bodice again, his eyes locked on hers.

"Open my pants." he told her softly. As he unlaced her bodice, she fumbled with his belt and his trousers.

He soon had the bodice undone and took her breasts in his hands. Her nipples were still erect and wet with his saliva, and he went right to them again, his toungue swirling circles around them and then licking them with thick swipes of his tongue.

Missy's hands fumbled inhis pants, trying to extract his cock without hurting him, and finally she got it out and in her hand. He was slimey with pre-sum from hie earlier erections, and used it to grease the tip of his tool, hearing him groan as he nursed at her breasts.

He quickly rose to full length in her stroking hand, and they stood there toe to toe playing with each other. The doctors kisses and caresses got rougher and more demanding as he began squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

He let go of her breasts and reached behind her, lifting her dress until he could get his hands on her naked buttocks. He pulled her hips against his and squeezed her ass, spread her cheeks and slid his fingers down over her anus and beneath her to touch her pussy, making her groan.

Their lips met again and she had to let go of his cock. She began to unbutton his chirt, kissing his chest as it was exposed, and all the while he teased her pussy with him fingers, smearing her wetness around her ass.

"Take off your dress." he said to her as he stripped out of his own clothes. Missy quickly took off her dress, then turned to face him, naked but for her garter belt and stockings and shoes.

He went to her and grabbed her hair, holding her face inches from his. His other hand sought her pussy and he began to play with her.

Suddenly he was like his other, rougher self, his face dark and almost angry with desire, but his touch on her sex was still gentle and teasing.

"Now, Missy!" he said. "Now's when I want to see what you really want."

He picked her up bodily and carried her into the bedroom. He put her on the bed and pressed his naked body against hers.