CONDITIONING

Melissa watched him watching her. Her fingers were buried deep inside of her, pumping in and out as she finger-fucked herself. His cruelty had heightened her senses, turned her on in a way that would've shamed her before tonight. When he'd twisted her breasts, she'd been shocked at first. But then she had wanted him to continue, to twist and pull them. The pain had added a delicious edge to the pleasure. And she wanted more.

She felt herself building to an orgasm. Should I continue? Or will he stop me right when I get to the edge? His eyes betrayed nothing. She let herself go full out, just as she had earlier in the week, when the anticipation of this night had almost made her crazy. With one hand she pulled and stretched the full lips around her pussy. With the other she found her clit and began lightly rubbing it.

He seemed to devour all of her with his gaze. All at once she realized how she must look, her fingers frantically working at her cunt, watched out in the open by a complete stranger. She began to moan and writhe, but still he made no move to stop her. She could see his hard cock poking from the top of his shorts, and felt an incredible urge to beg to be fucked. The very thought caused waves of pleasure to pulse from her pussy. Her tits ached for a strong hand.

He still sat unmoving, not indicating that he would stop her. He could stop me, she realized. And I'd have to stop because he said so. Because he's in charge. Because he owns me. That thought sent her over the edge. She moaned and panted audibly. So, so, so, so good. Oh, god, the pressure and pleasure flowed out in waves. She felt free...really free.She opened her eyes. Still he sat and watched.

She continued to rub herself, though the orgasm had taken nearly all her strength from her. Would he have her keep doing this for the rest of the night? All she really wanted, right now, was to go to the bathroom.

"OK," he said, "that's enough. Before we do anything else, I think it's time for a pee-pee break."

My god, he can read my mind, she marveled. But wait? He'd said pee-pee. Grown men didn't talk that way. He meant PP. Punishment points. How many did she have? Seven, she thought. Or eight. No, seven.

At his command she dropped to her forearms and knees on the floor, her butt canted high in the air. She felt a sharp tug on her hair and he directed her to put her hands flat on the floor. This, he explained, was the proper spanking position. She searched her memory. How many? Seven? Or eight?

"So cunt, how many swats do you have coming your way?" he demanded of her, his hand slowly caressing her butt.

"Nine!" she fairly shouted, deciding to err on the side of caution.

She felt him squeeze her butt painfully. "No, cunt, nine is how many you'd be getting if you could remember to give me the respect I deserve. But since you can't remember to call me Sir, we'll be adding a few more, and give you twelve to help jump-start your brain. Now, how many are you getting???"

"Spank me twelve times, sir!" she nearly cried to him. Twelve! And her bladder was already close to bursting!

Thwack! The sound echoed through the room like a shot, and the pain in her butt felt just like a shot. Thwack! She tried to focus on counting down, but she could feel the heat quickly spreading over her entire ass. Thwack! His hand hit her on the backs of her thighs, and the heat shot up into her pussy, where she could imagine it turning her wetness into pure steam. Thwack! The sensation bit deeper into her skin. Thwack! She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Thwack! His palm caught her ass cheek square, nearly toppling her onto the floor.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Three in succession brought ragged gasps from her. He paused to squeeze both sides of her ass, then...thwack! On the right side. Thwack! On the left. Another pause, while she clamped her eyes shut to keep the tears from flowing. Thwack! Harder than the rest, it caused her whole body to jerk forward, the sting shooting through her like lightning.

He pulled her head onto his lap and stroked her face, wiping the tears from her eyes. It stung so much! She opened her eyes to see his cock just an inch from her nose. His aroma penetrated her dismay. She wanted to gobble him up, to show him that she'd learned her lesson, that she would remember everything. But she knew enough not to do it without permission, though she wanted him inside her cunt so bad it was making her crazy.

"Time for a potty break," he announced, to her great pleasure. "Take five minutes, do your duty, and clean yourself up." As she started to rise he said, "No. From now on, your mode of transportation is to crawl. So crawl on into the bathroom. And make sure you leave the door open."

Crawl? And leave the door open! She thought about using the "Blazer" word to call a halt to this. But really, what more harm did it do? She crawled all the way into the bathroom, the tile cooling her hands and knees. The chill of the toilet seat even felt good enough against her hot butt that she hardly even noticed the loud splash of her bladder emptying.

Melissa closed her eyes and leaned back against the slick porcelain tank. The spanking didn't turn her on so much as it gave everything else a certain edge and urgency. The positions...those made her feel like a kept woman. She was now totally at his mercy, and quite frankly, happy for it. Even more strangely, she felt that she really wanted to please him, to show that she was worthy of his attention and all his hard work with her. If only she could remember to call him Sir.

She jumped as her high heels clattered to the floor. "Put these on, wash your face, and get your jacket on," he ordered, smiling as she instinctively and unnecessarily tried to cover her nakedness. Had he been there long enough to watch her pee?

He stood behind her as she washed up, her image reflected repeatedly in the many mirrors. For some reason she felt more exposed than when she'd spread her legs for his inspection. After slipping the jacket on, she checked herself in the mirror. The front cut far enough down that most of her breasts were exposed. The bottom edge ended just below her crotch, and looking at the back she could see just the very bottom of her ass.

He held out the room key and an ice bucket. "I want you to go get some ice. The machine is three rooms down and to the right. You'll probably want to hurry." He leered at her, and she could feel a blush warming her face. Go out like this? If anyone saw her like this, she'd die of embarrasment!

He propelled her out the door, which shut with a definite finality. At least it was dark out. She walked quickly down to the ice machine, noting that nobody seemed to be in the room next to theirs. Naturally, to get the ice she'd have to bend down. She tried to squat down, but that just caused her coat to ride up and expose her butt. Bending over did the same thing. This was taking too much time! Finally, she just squatted there, pushing the button several times to get enough ice.

She stood and spun, planning to head back to the room, but instead nearly fell into an older man. Had he seen her? If not, he was certainly seeing enough now. She gave him a stupid grin and quickly walked back to the room, feeling his eyes drill into her back. He had seen a lot of her skin. A small thrill rippled through her. She'd done it.