Brandi Learns A Lesson

By Rod Ramsey

© 2003, all rights reserved.

Chapter 1 - Brandi Gets Caught

Michael looked up to the video screen when he heard the front door chime. A familiar looking dark haired young woman had just entered the shop. Carlie, his assistant was almost finished with a customer, so he decided to let the woman browse and Carlie could help her when she was finished. The young woman walked over to the display of crystal figurines the shop had. Michael watched her walk, trying to remember the face and where he knew her from. Mike had a thing for attractive young women and he was just about to go assist her himself when the woman, with a look toward the counter, slipped one of the figurines into her purse.

"Damn, another fucking shoplifter," Mike said. The woman had nonchalantly picked up a second figurine. "She wouldn't?"

Mike hit the real time switch on the time-lapse recorder, he wanted to get this. Into her purse the second piece went. Mike walked into the front of the store and stood by the counter as the girl headed out. Mike followed her out and gently took her arm.

"Excuse me miss, but I think you forgot to pay for some items. Would you come with me?" He said, leading the startled girl back into the store.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself," she said. "I can pay for them, honest. It's just that the bank doesn't pay me until next Friday."

The Bank, that's where he knew her from. "She's one of the tellers, well she was anyway," Mike thought. Leading her into the office he said, "The bank, a trusted employee of the town bank shoplifting. What is this world coming too? You know they will probably fire you when they find out you were arrested for shoplifting. Let's have them."

Mike held out his had as the girl reached into her purse for the crystal figurines.

"Please, don't have me arrested. I can pay for them, really I can," she replied with a whine.

"Sit," he said pointing to a metal chair. "What's your name?"

"Brandi Webster, Sir."

"What's your height and weight, Brandi?" Mike asked writing down the information.

"Five foot four inches, um, one hundred and ten pounds. Are you sure we can't work this out?"

"What's your age?"

"Nineteen, I'll be twenty in September."

"Humph, not even twenty and your going to jail. What's your address?" Mike could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Um, 280 Brookside, sir." Getting onto her knees the girl begged, "Please, I'll do anything. My dad's on the City Council and he'll kill me if I get arrested." The tears started.

"Anything?" Mike asked, maybe he could have some fun.

"Yes, anything. Just name it," the girl was looking at the floor.

"I have a video tape of you stealing. The bank will fire you and daddy will kill you. Are you sure you mean anything?"

"Uh hun, I'll do anything, I'll let you do anything. Just don't have me arrested," She replied as tears poured down the girl's face.

"I can punish you?"

"Yes Sir, anything, just don't have me arrested," The kneeling girl plead.

"Are you finished with work today?" Mike asked.

"I'm on lunch. If I don't get back soon I'll be late."

"What time do you get off tonight?

"Six or Six-thirty, it depends on how busy we are and how quickly I can balance my drawer."

Mike thought for a few seconds then said, "Give me your wallet. Be here at seven, no later, or I'll call the police."

"Yes Sir, thank you," the girl said handing Mike her wallet.

The rest of the afternoon Brandi fidgeted and squirmed. What would the man at the clothing store demand of her. She wasn't naive, he would probably want sex. Brandi knew that would work, her last boyfriend had taught her how to deepthroat and said she was the best at cocksucking.

Mike had let Carlie go home at six, the shop closed at six- thirty and he didn't expect any customers. He put out the closed sign and went in the back to get things set up. Getting the digital recorder set up took no time at all, hiding the four color video cameras to get the shots he wanted took the better part of a half-hour. Brandi arrived just before seven, Mike liked what he saw. She had changed from the bank uniform of blue slacks and green sweater into a mid-length blue skirt, white blouse and 3 inch pumps.

"Are you wearing pantyhose or stockings?" He asked, admiring the view.

"Stockings, I hate pantyhose. Um, what did you have in mind?" she inquired.

"I think we can start with a spanking. I take it you don't have anywhere else to be tonight?" Pointing the girl to the back as he lowered the blinds and locked the door.

"A spanking? Shit! He was serious about punishing me," ran through her mind.

"Can't we work something else out?" she asked.

"Oh, I think we'll work plenty out."

Sitting down in a high backed wooden chair, Mike patted his knee. One camera hidden at seat height should get an excellent shot of her rear end.

"Come over here and lay across my lap, facing the wall," he instructed.

"Please don't do this," the girl plead. "I'll let you fuck me. Just don't spank me."

"I'll probably fuck you anyway. Now, would you like to see the video of your crime, before I call the police?"

Taking small steps Brandi walked to the man's side and slowly lowered herself over his knees. Mike pulled the girl up so her thighs were against his leg. Flipping the skirt up over her back, Mike whistled at her white panties with cute little pink hearts.

"Did you wear these for me?" he asked, plucking at the tight material.

"No. They were just what I wore to work today. I didn't expect anyone to see them," the embarrassed young woman replied.

Mike started to rub his hand on the girl's ass. "Very nice," he thought, noticing the firmness of flesh and that the straps for the garter were on the inside of the panties. Obviously the girl had expected to remove the panties. Mike gave the girl a tentative swat on her butt. When he got no reaction he started the spanking in earnest. After five swats Brandi started to whimper and on the seventh let out a quiet "Oww." Mike had just reached ten when the girl started to squirm.

Swat eleven brought a vocal, "Ouch, damn that hurts." Brandi could feel Mike's cock, still restrained in his slacks, growing larger against her belly.

"Hold still or I'll start over," Mike responded with a quick double swat. "Just seven more to go for the first round." Swats fourteen, fifteen and sixteen were each accompanied with an "Oww, OWW and OWW." Mike paused for a few seconds, rubbing the girl's ass gently. Brandi was just starting to think it was over when Mike gave the last three swats hard and fast. Brandi tumbled to the floor as with the last stinging blow Mike pushed her off his lap.

Brandi stood up rubbing her sore butt. "Can I go now?" she asked.

"Go? Goodness no, we're just getting started." With that Mike turned on a CD, soft waltz music started to play, "Dance for me," he ordered.

Brandi started to sway her hip and move her feet slightly. She knew he wanted sexy, but right now she didn't feel sexy.

"You can do better than that," Mike said.

"Uh, yeah if I had some decent music to dance to," Brandi shot back.

"Well let's see. My assistant likes to listen to this while she cleans back here." Mike put a second CD on, this one was definitely danceable. Britney Spears started to sing and Brandi at least could dance to the music. Brandi swayed her hips and wiggled her butt to the music. As she danced she closed her eyes and instead of a dirty old man she pretended that she was dancing for, Dino, the cute loan officer at the bank. Dino had been the subject of Brandi's fantasies since he started two weeks ago. Mike didn't care who she imagined, he had to see more of that sexy young body. As the next song started he instructed her to undress as she danced. A sexy little striptease just for me.

"I don't think so," said the still wiggling girl.

"I could still call the cops and besides you offered to let me fuck you. Remember?"

"Oh, alright."

It couldn't be too horrible to do a strip for this guy. Besides she did offer to fuck him. Brandi thought about what the strippers on TV shows did, bump and grind, as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She started with the top two buttons then the bottom two, leaving just the center buttoned, she turned her back on Mike. Unbuttoning the last button, Brandi held the sides together as she swayed back around. Hips flowing she flashed her bra for the watching man before turning away once more.

Looking over her shoulder she asked demurely, "Am I doing ok?"

"Your doing fine. Turn around and let me see you."

Instead Brandi slipped her blouse off her shoulders and swayed her body back and forth. Still holding the blouse together Brandi bump and grinded her way around to face Mike. Getting into it more than she would like to admit, Brandi opened the blouse and let it fall to he waist, held on by her wrists. She wiggled her tasty looking tits at Mike and once more turning her back, let the blouse fall. Reaching behind her Brandi unhooked her bra, holding it up with arms crossed she turned to the front. Completely unaware that three cameras were recording her every move, Brandi peeled down the left side exposing the nipple. She did a pirouette, so fast Mike caught just the briefest glimpse of her nipple. All the time continuing to sway back and forth, Brandi peeled down the right side and with both nipples exposed turned. Mike was loving the show and watched enthralled as Brandi dropped the bra, letting it join the blouse. With a look that would do a professional proud Brandi reached up to cup her breasts and tease her hardening nipples. Horny now, Brandi slid the zipper of her skirt down and with little hesitation let it fall to the floor.

"Did you know this would get me so hot?" Brandi asked as she slid her hand down the outside of her panties and cupped her pussy.

"It'll make the rest of you punishment easier. Take off the panties and let me see your cunt," Mike said in the way of reply.

Brandi, needed no more encouragement. She once more turned away and with legs at shoulder width slid the pretty panties to her ankles. The lighting was perfect for the camera behind Mike to get a good shot of her cunt, hopefully the quality would allow for a digital zoom. Brandi stepped out of the panties with her left foot and turning around kicked them at Mike. The shot landed the panties in Mike's face, he reached up and holding them to his nose to in his first scent of this darling Womanchild.

"Good shot. I bet you couldn't do that again if you tried," he said. Lowering his hand and admiring her trimmed pussy.

"What's the bet?"

"If you make it, I fuck you and let you go home. If you don't make it you have to be my slave the whole weekend," Mike replied, tossing the panties at her feet.

"What do you mean by slave? I don't think I like that."

"I'll still finish your punishment for stealing the crystals, as well, you will do whatever I want until seven pm Sunday," Mike answered. "Is it a bet?"

"Your on." Four years of highschool soccer came down to this one shot. If she made it she would feel vindicated for the scholarship she didn't get. Brandi spun, the panties flew in a perfect arc, missing Mike's smiling face by a scant quarter- inch. He couldn't tell if the panties had touched his ear or if it was the air disturbed by it's passing.

"Fuck!"

"Maybe later. Right now come over here and let me get a good look at you," Mike said gently.

Brandi walked over to the seated man. Mike took Brandi's hip and moved her to the side. Running both hands up and down her hips, up to her stomach and finally to cup her breasts. The girl was shaking again in fear and anger, fear of what this man would now demand of her and anger for missing a chip shot. Mike gave her tits a squeeze then moved down her body, reaching around to cup her ass and pull her toward him.

"You missed on purpose, didn't you?" He asked. The girl's lust was obvious from the scent.

"No, I've played soccer for years. That should have been a easy goal."

"A pair of panties has different dynamics and flight characteristics than a soccer ball," Mike consoled the girl. "Now, lets see how wet you are."

With that Mike slid his hands to the front side of the quivering girl and rubbed his thumbs in her moist cunt. As Mike continued to fondle the girl, a gurgle sounded from her stomach, causing her to giggle and pull away.

"I didn't get lunch today. I was kinda indisposed," she said by way of explanation.

"Well, since your going to spend the weekend as my slave the least I could do is feed you. Lets see if we can find you some suitable clothes."

Mike got up and taking the girl by the hand started leading her to the front of the store.

"What's wrong with what I was wearing?" The girl asked.

"They're nice, but not appropriate for a slave."

The girl stopped suddenly at the door to the front.

"It's okay, the blinds are down. No one can see you."

Leading the girl to the school uniform section, Mike started looking at the plaid skirts. He figured that a sixth-grade skirt would fit this slim girl's waist and still be short enough for his plans. Picking out three different sizes he handed them to her and instructed her to try them on. Brandi could see that there was no way the first one would fit, even sucking in her stomach it was way to tight. Like the three bears, the second one she tried was too loose. The third one fit just right, at least for Mike, Brandi thought it was still a bit to tight. Now for a blouse.

"You're a B-cup right?" Mike asked.

"Yes, but the bras are over there," she said, pointing to the underwear section. "Along with underwear, if your not going to let me wear mine."

"No, no. No bra and no panties for my slave tonight. Try this one," he said, handing Brandi a obviously too small blouse.

Brandi slipped the blouse on and pulled it together to try and button it. "It's too small," she said with a smirk.

"Tie it. Let see how it fits that way," Mike replied, taking the bottom of the blouse he pulled the ends together and tied them below Brandi's tits. Rubbing the sides of her breasts Mike said, "Yes I think that fits just fine. Your shoes even match your skirt, besides I know we don't carry any that would look better. Lets go."

"I can't be seen wearing this. I'll die of embarrassment."

"It's dark outside, the shopping center is closed and no one you know will be where we're going," Mike assured her, once more leading her by the hand. He set the alarm and pushed the girl out the door.

Chapter Two - A Little Humiliation With Dinner

Mike pushed the girl against his Porsche and leaned in for a kiss. Brandi resisted as he tried to force his tongue into her mouth. Mike would have none of that and reached down to pinch the girl's ass. "Kiss me," He whispered. "The sooner you kiss me the sooner we can go."

Brandi could feel Mike pulling her skirt up, bunching it around her waist. She opened her mouth to his invading tongue as he pinched both exposed ass cheeks. Mike could feel the nineteen year old squirm as he probed her warm mouth with his tongue. After a couple of minutes of tongue play Mike opened the door for the girl and pushed her in.

"Don't sit on your skirt. If you get a wet spot on the back everyone will know what a slut you really are," he admonished as Brandi tried to pull the skirt down. Mike left the shopping center parking lot and maneuvered the sports car through Friday traffic, heading for the freeway. When not shifting Mike rested his right hand on Brandi's thigh.

"Um, where are we going?" the girl asked as Mike powered up the on-ramp.

"To dinner," Mike answered. "Remember, you get to be my slave for the weekend and before I take you home we're going to eat." His hand slipped up the girl's thigh to rest just touching her pussy.

"Ok, but where? The shopping center is on the edge of town and your heading towards the foothills."

"Yes, Foothill Estates has a great restaurant. I eat there almost every Friday."

Foothill Estates was a very exclusive Country Club housing development. Brandi was sure that she wasn't dressed appropriately for a posh restaurant and told Mike so.

"You're with me. They won't have any problems with the way you're dressed." With that his hand cupped her cunt and gave it a squeeze. "So warm and wet. Good thing your not sitting on your skirt, the back would be soaked."

Brandi had to agree with that assessment. Ever since the little striptease back in the shop she had been wet and horny, his probing finger wasn't helping the situation any. Mike drove the car with skill, passing trucks and cars as he sped toward the onrushing hills. Soon he was taking the exit for Foothill Estates. Three miles off the freeway Mike took his hand from Brandi's sopping cunt just long enough to hit the remote. The gate opened smoothly and Mike didn't even take his foot off the gas as they went through. Pulling up to the restaurant Mike finally removed his hand from between the girl's legs.

As soon as the car stopped a liveried doorman opened Brandi's door. She almost squealed when she realized he could look down and see her exposed brown muff. Standing up quickly and pulling down the skirt Brandi stepped away from the car. The valet drove off with the car, Mike took her arm and walked her toward the door. As the doorman stood holding the door open Mike turned to Brandi and bent to give her a kiss. Without thinking Brandi pulled away. Mike just turned and led her into the restaurant without saying a word.

The Maitre'd met them with a smile and said, "Ah, Michael I had just about given up on you for tonight and was about to give away your table. This way please."

He turned around and led them passed two elegantly dressed couples that were waiting for Mike's table. The Maitre'd led them to a booth in the back, well away from the kitchen. Brandi slid into the booth relieved to be hiding her short skirt from all the men who had watched her walk through the diningroom. Mike had slid in all the way as the Maitre'd asked if they would like a drink from the bar. Mike ordered himself a whiskey sour and the young lady a glass of the house white.

"I can't drink wine," Brandi informed him. "I'm not twenty-one. You could go to jail for buying me wine."

"And you can still go to jail for shoplifting. Now slide over here next to me." Brandi slid over, before he continued.

"Your sitting on your skirt, lift it up around your waist." Mike turned into the squirming girl and slid his hand up her thigh as he kissed her.

Brandi closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation as Mike diddled her. She was startled when the waitress, a blonde woman little older than Brandi, arrived with their drinks.

"Good evening, I'm Amanda and I'll be your server tonight. We have salmon with chipotle' chile salsa and a nice macadamia nut seared tuna on special tonight. Do you need a few minutes to look at the menu?" The waitress asked looking at Brandi.

"What do you think Brandi, the salmon?" Mike asked, Brandi embarrassed at being caught by the woman just nodded.

Mike smiled before turning to the waitress and gave the order, "The young lady will have the salmon and I will have your filet mignon."

"An excellent choice sir." Then looking at Brandi once again she asked, "Miss, what kind of dressing would you like on your salad?"

"Um, ranch. If you have it," the still embarrassed teen responded.

"We have ranch, Dear. I'll be right back with your salads." Giving the girl a wink, she turned and walked away.

"Oh my god, she saw what you were doing."

Tuning back to the girl, Mike replaced his hand on her thigh and said, "It's ok, she won't tell anyone. I'm sure she's seen more than this. Now kiss me again before she gets back with our salads."

Once the salads arrived Mike left Brandi's body alone. They talked about the weather, hot, whether Brandi had a boyfriend, no, and why Brandi wasn't away at college. It turns out that Brandi's parent's were too rich to get her financial aid, yet too stingy to pay for her education.

"Um, Mike can I go use the restroom?" Brandi asked as she finished her salmon.

"Sure, it's back by the kitchen entrance. To the left before you get to waitress station."

Brandi walked to the restroom, there weren't as many customers in the diningroom now and only a few heads turned to watch her. One of the heads that watched was Amanda. Amanda loved to embarrass girls and Brandi acted embarrassed every time Mandy would check on their table. Giving Brandi two minutes she walked into the ladiesroom. Brandi stepped out of the stall and gave a startled squeak when she saw Amanda at the counter checking her makeup.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come in and you surprised me."

"That's okay, are you enjoying your dinner?" Mandy asked. Before Brandi could reply she continued, "Michael sure seem to be enjoying his." Running the back of her fingers across Brandi's cheek, "Of course he has such a lovely young dinner partner."

"The food here is excellent, I can't believe Michael eats here every Friday though, it's sooo expensive."

Laughing Mandy informed her, "He can afford it. Just like he can afford you."

"What?" The now blushing teen cried, "It's not what you think. I lost a bet and part of it is to dress like this for dinner."

"So you lost a bet, and now you have to go to dinner dressed like a slutty little schoolgirl?" Pressing Brandi against the wall she slid her hands under the teen's skirt. "Your not even wearing panties. What was the bet?"

"Let me go," Brandi whispered.

"Not until you tell me what the bet was," Mandy whispered back.

"I played soccer in highschool so the bet was I couldn't hit a target with a soccer kick twice. I Lost," Brandi told her. "Can I go now?"

"One last question. Is Michael going to fuck you tonight?"

"God I hope so," Brandi responded as she slid out of the older girl's grip.

Brandi slid into the booth sullenly, pulling up the back of her skirt as she did so.

"Why the long face all of a sudden?" Mike asked, she had been coming out of her shell all evening and now she had reverted to the quiet girl. Dejectedly she told Mike what Amanda had done and said in the bathroom. When Amanda came to ask if they wanted dessert Mike asked Amanda if Brandi had said what the target was. No, she hadn't, so Mike explained. Brandi was mortified, Mike was telling this stranger that she had kicked her panties at him while doing a striptease and hit him in the face.

"So the little slut lied to me? Making me think it was a soccer ball. You know she should be punished," Mandy said as Mike finished the story.

"Oh, she will be. Brandi, apologize to Amanda for lying to her," Mike told the girl, lifting her face by the chin.

"I'm sorry for lying to you," Brandi said to Amanda. Then turning to Mike, "Can we go now."

"Amanda, was that a sufficient apology?"

"Well since I can't spank her myself I guess it will have to do. Do you still want dessert, or shall I get the check?"

"Brandi, would you like some dessert? They have an excellent chocolate cake," Mike asked the sniffling girl.

"No, I just want to go," Brandi pouted, trying to keep the tears from falling.

"A piece of the chocolate cake to go and the check will be all. Thank you Amanda."

Chapter Three - The Real Punishment Begins

After Mandy had brought the elegantly wrapped cake and bill, Mike took out a business card and wrote something on it. Leaving it with the signed guest bill, he held Brandi's hand as they walked out. The valet had already brought the car around and the grinning doorman held the door for Brandi as she got in. Mike put the car in gear and drove out of the lot, heading away from the front gate. Brandi was just about to ask where he was going when Mike punched a second remote and pulled onto the grounds of the largest estate in Foothill Estates. Parked in the garage Mike went around and opened the door for the still confused girl.

"This is your place?" Brandi was finally able to ask. "It's huge."

Looking around the formal livingroom complete with a full sized grand piano.

"Yes. My father did rather well in clothing and real estate. I took over where he left off and built it into a very tidy sum. I keep the shop as a tribute to my father," Mike explained, leading the girl into a dark paneled office.

Mike placed the girl in a corner and went about getting ready for the next step. Once he had everything arranged he sat down in a high backed wooden chair, surprisingly similar to the one at the shop, and called the girl over.

"Down, lay across my knee, just like before." Brandi complied with his instructions. "Now, you've earned three additional punishments in addition to what you were to get for shoplifting. Are you ready?"

"Why three more? I"ve been doing what you want all evening," the girl cried as she lowered herself onto Mike's lap.

"One, you didn't kiss me at the shopping center." Swat. "Two, you didn't kiss me outside the restaurant." Swat. "And three, you had to be told to not sit on your skirt at dinner. That's thirty swats total and they won't be by hand."

Mike lifted the schoolgirl skirt up exposing Brandi's fine young ass. Starting by massaging the flesh he suddenly swung his hand and gave the girl three hard swats on each asscheek. Picking up the leather covered paddle Mike rubbed the girl's ass with it, then told her to count the strokes.

"If you miss one, it doesn't count," he informed her.

WHACK, Brandi heard the sound then the burning sensation in her ass started.

"Oww, one."

WHACK, "Oww, two."

WHACK, "Oww. Shit that hurts."

WHACK, "Oww , four."

"No, Brandi that's three you didn't count. Let's try three again."

WHACK, "Four."

"Brandi, three comes before four."

WHACK, "Three."

WHACK, "Ouch, shit, four."

WHACK, "OWWIE, five. Please no more that hurts."

"Just five more to go then you can take a break."

WHACK, "OWW, six." Tears started flowing from Brandi's lovely eyes.

WHACK, "OWWW, seven."

WHACK, "OWWW, eight."

WHACK, "OWWWW, nine."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"Nine, it was NINE."

WHACK, "OWWWWW, ten." Brandi was sobbing as Mike put down the paddle and started rubbing her abused ass.

"So warm, I love to give naughty schoolgirls a spanking. The red glow of a well paddled ass is so attractive," Mike said as he massaged her tender butt. "Now, dance for me. Just like you did back at the store."

"There's no music," the sobbing girl protested.

"Pretend there's music."

"I suppose you want me to strip like at the store?" Brandi asked.

Mike just nodded his head as Brandi started to sway to the music only she could hear. Brandi could feel that tingle in her loins again almost as soon as she started to untie the blouse. There would be no bra or panties to hide behind or extend the dance this time. Brandi dropped the blouse with hardly a thought, her hard nipples sticking out tantalizingly. Mike was captivated by the young woman's resilience. From sobbing, punished schoolgirl to sexy strutting slut, just like that. Brandi fondled her breasts then reached down and flipped up the front of the skirt to flash Mike. She slowly lowered the zipper on the schoolgirl skirt and let it fall to the floor. Naked except for the garter, hose and heels. Brandi was unprepared for what happened next.

Mike picked up a flogger and gave it a swing. The whip hit Brandi full on the chest and she almost collapsed as her hands went to cover her breasts.

"Stand up straight, arms at your side," Mike said commanding her, with a swat to her already punished ass. "Stand up I say!"

Not sure what she was more afraid of Brandi stood up straight and lowered her arms.

"Please don't. I was doing what you said."

"Stand still, keep your hands at your side or it'll only get worse," Mike said.

Brandi didn't think it could get much worse as Mike gave the whip an gentle overhand swing and hit the top of her tits. Mike kept up a steady rhythm, working the whip all over the girl's lovely breasts. Brandi's tits were a nice shade of red and tears flowed freely down the teen's face when Mike finally stopped. Sitting back down Mike ordered her to sit on his lap. Brandi gingerly sat, the pain from the paddling had mostly dissipated, until she put pressure on her backside. Reaching around to fondle and pinch Brandi's tits, Mike found that the nipples were still rock hard.

"You only have one more punishment to go for being naughty at dinner. Where do you think it should be?" Mike asked sliding his right hand down through the girl's trimmed brown muff and onto her cunt.

"No more. Please haven't you punished me enough?" Brandi whined.

"If you take this next punishment like a good girl, I'll put off the rest of your shoplifting punishment until tomorrow," Mike said, still rubbing her sore tits and fondling her cunt. "Now, walk over to that chest."

Pointing to a huge wooden chest in front of the window. "Inside you will find some cuffs, put them on. Then come back over here."

Brandi opened the chest and found sitting on a tray four black leather cuffs. Placing one on each wrist she started to stand when Mike informed her that the other two were for her ankles. Brandi complied not sure what Mike had in mind. As she walked back to the desk, Mike patted the edge just in front of the seat and told her to sit on the desk. Sitting she was then instructed to lay back so her head hung over the far edge. Mike picked up some short pieces of rope and began to secure Brandi's wrists to the decorative metal rings that festooned the desk. Arms stretched out and tied Brandi started to get worried, before she could have run, now she was trapped. Mike walked to the other side and lifting the left leg secured it to the desk, repeating the action for the right side. With the way her legs were tied Brandi strained to close her knees to hide her pussy from his view. Mike put a hand on each knee and spread the girl open. As soon as Mike let go Brandi immediately closed her knees. Not to be denied Mike used the last two pieces of rope to tie her knees apart.

"Oww, that's too tight," Brandi complained.

"You had your chance to hold them open."

"Wh-what are you going to do to me now?" the frightened girl asked straining her neck to look up at Mike.

Sitting down in the chair, Mike just told her to lay back and enjoy it for the time being. Mike ran his hand over Brandi's exposed cunt, feeling the moist warm flesh. Sliding a finger inside her snatch, Mike slowly started to finger fuck his new toy. As Brandi's breathing changed Mike leaned in to lick the girl, running his tongue along her pussy lips and flicking her clit.

"Well he said to enjoy it. Uhm, he eats pussy better than Meghan," Brandi thought to herself, giving in to the sensations.

Mike could tell the girl was getting close to cumming when he stopped licking and pulled his finger out. He stood up and undressed quickly down to his boxers. Brandi could see his cock straining at the thin material. Picking up the tawse, Mike gave the insides of Brandi's thighs a few swats. First some soft ones to her exposed cunt, then continuing a little harder. Brandi was feeling the pain mixed with something else when she realized that she was about to cum.

"NO, ugh, ugh, no," Brandi was crying trying to fight the sensation. "OH GOD NO! PLEASE NO!" she begged, unaware of her own voice. "GOD I'M COMING!" Brandi convulsed on the desk as her orgasm hit.

Mike softened his strokes and slowed down the pace as Brandi came down from her orgasm. Sitting back down, Mike had just started to lick up the juices flowing from Brandi's tortured cunt when the door bell rang. Smiling down at the tied girl he said, "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." With that he walked out of the room.

Brandi closed her eyes when Mike walked out of the room. She was still trying to decide if she was hurting from the pain of being whipped or enjoying the pleasure of her orgasm when she heard a voice. Brandi opened her eyes to see Amanda looking at her.

"Well, well, well. Looks like Michael's little subby slut is being punished," Mandy said as she kneeled down to look in the girl's eyes. "I bet you thought Michael had forgotten to punish you for lying to me." Mandy kissed Brandi on the nose.

"I was getting ready to fuck her when you arrived," Mike said from the door. "Would you mind if I got off before you punished her?"

"I think I can amuse myself while you fuck your subby slut," Mandy replied, reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties off.

As Mike peeled his boxers off Amanda kissed Brandi full on the lips, surprising even herself, Brandi kissed back. Mike slid his cock home into the waiting snatch and started fucking the young woman. Mandy stood up as Mike sawed in and out of Brandi. Straddling the girl's face she reached around back and grabbing the teen's hair pulled Brandi up.

"Lick my pussy, bitch," Mandy demanded. "Come on, be a good subby slut and lick Mandy's cunt."

Brandi couldn't resist, with Mike fucking her and Mandy rubbing her pussy in Brandi's face. Brandi started licking, at first tentatively then with more enthusiasm as Mandy humped her hips in rhythm with Mike's pumping. Mandy let go of Brandi's hair and started tweaking her nipples. She could still see the fading red marks from Mike's whipping. Brandi's nipples responded immediately to the attention, getting even harder as Mandy pinched.

"Are you going to pierce your little subby's nipples?" She asked Mike, as she continued to play with them.

As he pumped Mike responded, "No. I don't want to do any permanent damage to the girl."

"You should pierce them anyway. I love my pierce tits, they're soo sensitive," Mandy replied reaching up to cup and pinch herself through the material of her sweater.

"Let me see them."

Mandy complied, pulling her sweater off and exposing her hard pierced nipples. She leaned forward so Mike could continue to pump Brandi's twat as he fondled her tits. Leaning a little more they kissed, Mike playing with Mandy's tits while Mandy fondled Brandi's. Breaking the kiss, Mike told Mandy he was ready to cum.

"Do you want me to cum inside her or on her tits?"

"Cum inside her, so I can taste you both," was Mandy's reply. Without need for further encouragement, Mike let loose a torrent inside the girl's pussy. Not saying a word Mike and Amanda swapped ends. Mike pressed his jism covered cock against Brandi's mouth as Mandy knelt between her legs. Brandi dutifully licked Mike's cock clean of the mixed juices.

"Umm, yummy," were the first words Brandi had uttered since Mandy had walked in. "God, that feels so good. Lick me Amanda, swallow all of Michael's cum."

"So, you are a little subby slut. Just like Amanda said," Mike said looking down at her.

"Yes, I'll probably hate myself in the morning. But right now it just feels s-so g-gooo-od. I'm gonna cum again." Brandi's second orgasm of the evening was just as intense as her first.

Amanda crawled up and over Brandi, looking down at the girl looking up at her she let some of Mike's cum slip from her mouth and into Brandi's. When Brandi opened her mouth to receive the gift, Mandy lowered herself and kissed the girl. Tongues playing they kissed for a few minutes.

"She's being such a good little subby, it's a shame I still have to punish her for lying," Mandy said as she broke the kiss.

"No, please I'll do anything, don't hurt me anymore," Brandi cried, wondering if she sounded as unconvincing as she thought.

"Sorry subby. You still have to be punished," Mandy said as she got off the teen. "Mike, what would you suggest? I don't know what you've already done to her."

"I think ten strokes with the cane should do it. Untie her legs while I lower the winch." Mike replied.

Brandi had seen the winch and spreader bar above her but hadn't realize what they were until Mike started the motor to lower them. Mandy had her knees and left leg loose, so she grabbed the end of the spreader and hooked the ankle cuff to it. Untying the right leg, Brandi soon found herself spread with both legs in the air.

Chapter Four - The Girls Feel the Cane

"Not too hard with the cane," Mike instructed Amanda. "I don't want any broken skin."

Amanda started lightly swishing the cane against the back of Brandi's thighs. Pulling her arm back to the shoulder she let fly the first real stroke. Brandi heard the whoosh of the cane, she paused a second after it had landed before letting out a blood curdling scream. Never before in her young life had she felt such intense pain. The whippings Michael had given her were nothing compared to the sting of the cane. Brandi was drawing a breath after the first scream when she heard the whoosh as Amanda gave her the second stroke. Screaming continuously, gasping for breath as Mandy finished the last eight strokes in quick succession. Brandi was sobbing uncontrollably when she felt Mike's hands on her face, wiping away the tears.

"Sssh, just relax it's over now. As long as your good and do as your told no more punishments tonight," Mike whispered.

Looking up at Mandy he instructed her to let Brandi down. Reluctantly Mandy did as she was told, she wanted to have more fun with the spread girl. Mike unbuckled the wrist cuffs from Brandi and set them on the desk. Tenderly he helped the girl to her feet. Brandi rubbed her tender ass, still crying from the cane. Mandy had come around to hug Brandi and didn't see him pick up the wrist cuffs. The first she knew it was her turn was when Michael started to fasten her arms behind her back.

"You know Amanda that you earned a punishment too?" Mike said, clipping the cuffs together.

"Why?" Amanda asked. Not that she was going to argue. She could see Mike was hard again already and maybe it was her turn to feel his cock inside her.

"You molested Brandi in the ladiesroom and then when you got here you rubbed your cunt on her face. You did both of these things without asking my permission," Mike explained.

Brandi stood still without saying a word, watching as Mike bent Mandy over the desk. He used his feet to spread her legs, then inserting a finger into Mandy's moist cunt, told Brandi to get the ankle cuffs and secure Mandy's legs to the desk.

Completing her task of securing Mandy, the girl started to rise. Mike placed his hand on her shoulder and informed her that good little subby sluts kneel with legs spread unless told otherwise. Brandi leaned back to sit on her heels and spread her legs.

"Watch closely now Brandi, your going to get your turn," Mike said as he picked up the cane.

Mike used short flicks of the wrist to land stinging blows all over Mandy's ass and thighs. Mandy impudently gritted her teeth to keep from crying out.

"See how her bottom is getting red? With the proper stroke you can keep this up for some time without breaking the skin. The pain just grows and grows," Mike explained to the attentive teen. "Amanda is being stubborn by not crying out."

Turning to look at Mandy he said, "You can cry out anytime now."

With that he gave a harder stroke, finally getting a squeal out of the tied young woman.

"Practice makes perfect, they say," Mike told Brandi. "With enough practice you can land the cane on any target you want, with just the force you desire. Watch."

With that Mike landed the tip of the cane twice right on Mandy's puckered asshole from two different angles. Mandy didn't have to be told it was ok to scream this time, letting out a heart wrenching wail.

"Would you like to try?" Mike asked Brandi.

She just nodded her head, afraid her voice would fail her if she tried to speak.

"Stand up and come over here." Brandi was there in a flash. "Now, take the whip and just using your wrist flick it against Mandy's fat ass," Mike instructed. Brandi started giving short little flicks. "Move your aiming point, you don't want to concentrate on one spot too much."

"Why? Won't it be more painful to hit the same spot?" She asked, working the cane up and down Mandy's ass.

"No, if you concentrate on one point it goes numb and the effect is lost. Now start using your arm as well," Mike gripped Brandi's wrist and pulled her arm back about four inches before bringing it forward again.

Brandi worked the cane with more enthusiasm, her ass and thighs were still stinging from the Mandy's use of the cane.

"Work her thighs too. Not just the ass. The crease between the ass and thigh is very tender, see if you can hit that." As Brandi kept up a steady stream of strokes, Mandy kept up a steady wail.

"I want to make her really scream. How hard do I hit her to get her to scream?" Brandi asked.

"Just keep increasing the force until she screams," Mike told her. "She'll probably try to take more than you can give. So you may have to hit quite hard. I should warn you though, if you break the skin I'll have to punish you again."

Brandi paid no attention to that last part, increasing the force until Mandy screamed. Unfortunately for Brandi the stroke that forced the scream, tore a small cut into Mandy's thigh.

"Give me the cane," Mike demanded. "I told you not to break the skin. Now climb on top of Mandy. I want both your asses even."

Brandi was almost ready to cry as she straddled Mandy's ass. She had just wanted the other girl to feel the same pain she had, now she was in for another caning. Mike flicked back and forth between Brandi and Mandy, eliciting small whimpers from each girl in turn. Mike enjoyed watching the two squirming asses before him. So delectable and soft.

"I think one of you should get fucked in the ass. Who wants it?" Mike asked.

"I do," both girls cried in unison. Each wanted to feel Mike inside her.

"Humm, I thought you would both be begging for it. So, how to decide," Mike wondered out loud, still flicking the cane against their tender asses. "I know, the first one to cry out loses and the other gets fucked."

Starting with Mandy, Mike alternated the cane between the two girls. Wanting to enjoy Mandy's ass, Mike made sure he gave harder strokes to Brandi. That didn't guarantee that Mandy would win, she had gotten a most severe beating from Brandi. Finally after seven strokes luck held and Brandi started begging for Mike to stop.

"No more, please no more. I can't take it."

"Get down," Mike told Brandi. "Now lick Mandy's asshole for me. Get it nice and wet for me."

Brandi scurried to comply. Licking Mandy's ass she slathered the older girl with saliva. Forcing her tongue into Mandy's pucker she worked to make it ready for Mike. Brandi was lost and she knew it. Never before had she gotten off by being whipped and now, here she was on her knees licking another girl's asshole. Not that she had never been with another girl, but the thought of degrading herself with this one, while Mike watched, made her almost cream herself just thinking about it. Mike stroked his cock as he watched Brandi ready the blonde's ass for him, he could tell she was getting into it by the way she wiggled her own ass. Mike pulled Brandi off by the hair and approached Mandy's saliva soaked ass. Brandi watched from her kneeling position as Mike slowly penetrated Mandy's butt. Even with Brandi's saliva Mandy's ass was painfully resisting his entrance. Mike pulled out and inserted his cock into Mandy's wet cunt, then back into her ass. Once more into the blonde's cunt then Mike was able to enter her ass fully. Completely buried in Mandy's ass Mike started pumping, pulling back till just the head of his cock was inside. Sliding back in, Mike could feel his balls slap the girl's pussy. For her part Mandy was pushing back into Mike's thrusts, her clit was rubbing on the edge of the desk and she knew it wouldn't be long before she came.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard. I need it. Come on fuck my slutty ass," Mandy cried as she felt the big O approaching. "Yes, Yes, YESS."

Obligingly Mike pumped his hips in time with Mandy, slamming into her ass. He grabbed her hair and pulled as he and Mandy reached climax together. Without pause he pulled his cock from the panting girl and turned to Brandi. For her part Brandi knew what was expected of Mike's new subby slut. She opened her mouth for his cock, sucking and licking the shit and cum covered member clean.

"Now clean Mandy's ass," Mike instructed once his cock was clean.

"I want you to suck my cum from her ass."

Brandi was only too willing to do as instructed. Diving in she buried her tongue in Mandy's ass, sucking for all she was worth. Brandi held as much of Mike's cum in her mouth as she could while licking up the remnants around the edge. Once done she stood up and looking at Mike opened her mouth so he could see his cum. Brandi walked around to where Mandy's head hung limply and getting on her knees in front of the girl, lifted her head by the hair. Kissing Mandy hard on the mouth she forced Mike's cum into Mandy's mouth. Mandy accepted the gift and kissed back. Brandi should have expected that, Mandy was as depraved as Mike. Mike was returning from the chest when Brandi broke the kiss with Mandy. He had in his hands two hard latex collars and two metal leashes. Setting them between Mandy's shoulders he pulled Brandi to her feet.

"Do you accept your position as my slave for the rest of the weekend?" Mike asked looking the girl in the eyes.

"Yes."

"Yes what, Brandi?"

"Yes Master, I accept my position as your slave," Brandi replied, unable to look Mike in the eye.

"Very good. Place one of those collars around your neck and then put the other one on Mandy," Mike instructed.

"Hey, I didn't agree to be your slave for the weekend. I have to go to work tomorrow," Mandy protested.

"You will make it to work just fine. I still need to control you tonight," Mike said, clipping a leash to Brandi's shiny new collar.

He handed Brandi the other leash, she clipped it to Mandy's collar without being told. Brandi helped Mandy off the desk as Mike loosed her bonds. Both girls immediately dropped to their knees, spreading for Mike.

"It's just about bed time," Mike told them with a yawn. "Lets go take a shower and get ready for bed."

Chapter Five - Wake Me for Breakfast

With a tug on the leashes, Mike walked out of the office. Climbing the stairs proved problematic for the two girls crawling on their hands and knees. Mike briefly wondered why they hadn't stood up and walked behind him. He didn't order them to crawl, but then again having not said they could stand both stayed down, not wanting another punishment. Mike led the girls straight into the giant walk in shower and turned on the water, drenching both girls in cold water.

"If you have to pee do it now. Once in bed you're there for the night and if you piss in my bed you'll be sorry," Mike told them, walking to the toilet himself. Both girls immediately released their bladders.

"Brandi, Mandy soap each other up," Mike told the girls.

The girls picked up soap from the dish and began to lather each others bodies. Up and down. Mike stepped in between them and instructed them to wash him with their soapy bodies. Fun was the only way Brandi could describe this, rubbing soap slicked bodies up against each other. Brandi found herself getting hot.

"Oh, I love this," Brandi said, kneeling to rub her soap covered tits on Mike's groin.

Not to be outdone, Mandy kneeled to rub her larger tits on Mike's ass. Making sure that her nipple ring rubbed across Mike's asshole, Mandy reached between his legs and stroked his cock. Mike took a spray head from it's holder and hosed himself off. Stepping from the shower he turned the water cold and hosed off his slaves.

"Mandy come here and dry me off. Brandi dry off Mandy."

Both girls picked up big fluffy towels and went to work. When he was dry Mike instructed Mandy to dry the other girl. As Mandy dried Brandi, Mike took out two new toothbrushes. He brushed his teeth then went into the bedroom, the girls quickly brushed their own teeth then followed. Mike was laying on his back in the middle of the bed. One girl crawled on each side.

"Brandi, suck me off. See if you can get me hard again," Mike instructed, pulling Mandy up to suck on her tits.

Brandy did as she was told, taking Mike's soft cock in her mouth she worked his member. Kissing, licking and sucking Brandi was slowly working Mikes cock to stiffness. Mandy looked down at her progress and told her to suck his balls, she found that almost always got guys hard. It worked, Mike's cock was standing at attention when he pulled Brandi off. Brandi was disappointed that she wasn't allowed to finish when Mike guided her to straddle him. Brandi started to ride his cock, doing all the work as Mike moved Mandy into position over his face. He could feel the younger girl moving on his cock, working her hips, sliding his cock in and out. He work Mandy's pussy, licking her labia and flicking her clit. Mandy grabbed Mike's hands and moved them up to her tits, he started to pinch and twist them as she reached for Brandi's. All three were connected now, Brandi on Mike's cock, Mike eating Mandy's pussy and Mandy pinching Brandi's tits. As three neared orgasm, Mike wasn't sure if Brandi would cum before he did. Mandy was already having a mild almost continuous cum, her fluids filling Mike's mouth.

Brandi came almost explosively, screaming "YES, YES, YES" at the top of her lungs. What Mike couldn't see was Mandy twisting Brandi's tits viciously, Brandi was again getting off on the pain. Mike's cum was a disappointment to the girl as well as himself, three little spasms and he was done for the night. Mike gently pushed the girls off and rolled over to go to sleep. Brandi beat Mandy by half a second to lay down snuggled up against him, leaving Mandy to snuggle Brandi.

Alone in bed Brandi woke from the strangest dream. She had been whipped and forced to fuck and suck a strange man. She tried to turn over but something was wrong, trying to open her eyes she realized that she was blindfolded and tied spread eagle on the bed. Oh no, it wasn't a dream. She struggled to get loose when she felt a tickling sensation on her left tit, she tried to move away from it. The tickling moved to her right tit and worked it's way to her underarm.

She giggled and said, "Stop it."

Mike just continued to torture her with the giant feather, lightly touching her skin. Giggling uncontrollably as Mike ran the feather across her stomach, Brandi tried to plea for mercy. The feather ran down the top of her left leg and up the inside of her thigh. Twisting to avoid the touch, Brandi could feel herself getting aroused. At last the tickling stopped, only to start up again on her tits.

"No." She cried, "Please anything else."

"Anything?" Mike said, finally revealing that it was him.

"Yes anything. Use the cane on me, but please no more tickling," she plead.

"Too bad. I'm having fun," Mike started to tickle her ear.

"I'm gonna pee myself, if you keep that up," Brandi giggled hysterically.

That got Mike's attention. Some people were into piss play, but not on custom made beds. Releasing the girl's bonds he guided her into the bathroom and onto the toilet. When she moved to remove the blindfold, Mike took her arms and pulled them back down. Brandi relieved herself before Mike let her arms loose. Mike wiped the girl and then led her to the sink, turning on the tap and washing her hands. He then pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed the wrists together. She felt the bristles of the toothbrush and let Mike brush her teeth, just like I'm a baby or something.

"Where's Amanda?" Brandi asked, as Mike lead her out of the bedroom.

"In the kitchen fixing breakfast," he said. "Watch your step we're at the staircase."

Stepping down to the first steps Brandi gained confidence that Mike wouldn't let her fall. Mike led the blindfolded girl into the kitchen and stopped by the table admiring Mandy's ass sticking out from the apron strings. Remembering her place Brandi knelt down and spread her legs as soon as Mike let the leash loose.

"Good morning, Master," Mandy said. "How's your little subby slut this morning?" Walking over to pour Master a cup of coffee.

"She's fine," Mike replied, adding a dash of cream. "What's for breakfast?"

"I fixed hashbrowns, sausage and eggs. How do you like your eggs?" Mandy asked.

"Over medium. Brandi how would you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled please, Master," Brandi replied, the easier to eat if Mike kept her handcuffed.

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Yes please. Um, no. Uhm, Master how am I to drink coffee like this? Brandi asked.

"Stand up and let me take off the cuffs. Do you promise to be good?"

"Yes, Master. I'll be good," Brandi said as she stood up.

"I'll let you stay free for a while as long as you do as your told and don't resist. Is that acceptable?"

"Yes Master," Brandi replied.

Mike removed the handcuffs and blindfold. Mandy walked over to pour Brandi some coffee, her hands and ankles secured by short lengths of chain. The apron barely covering her bush. Mike explained as he pointed to a chair for Brandi to sit in.

"It seems Mandy decided to leave this morning without saying goodbye. I caught her trying to sneak out of bed. Claims she was just going to the bathroom. After breakfast I think you can spank her, would you like that?"

"Oh yes, Master," Brandi almost gushed. Last night it seemed that Mandy was Master's favorite, now she was. "Are you going to keep her here all day?"

"No, she has to be at work at Two. Colin, the manager at The Lodge, would be most disappointed in me if I delayed her. Being a favorite customer has its perks, but making an employee late just to play with her isn't one of them."

"Two, lets see its almost ten now, that gives us almost four hours to punish her," Brandi replied.

"No subby, you get an hour. I have to go home and get cleaned up. Put on fresh makeup and a clean uniform. Besides you should want me to leave. The sooner I'm gone the sooner Master can have you exclusively," Mandy answered, bringing over three plates of food, "Master, may your humble slave sit at the table?"

"Yes, you may. First grab the coffeepot and bring it here."

Mandy filled Mike and Brandi's coffee cups before joining them at the table. Brandi fought to keep from wolfing her food down, she was ravenously hungry. Mandy just picked at hers and Mike ate like a man who was at peace with the world.

"Master? May I come back this evening?" Mandy asked. Brandi hoped the answer would be yes.

"Mandy, you really are as submissive little thing aren't you?" Before she could answer, he continued, "This weekend I have plans to punish Brandi. I also have work to do and really don't have the time or energy to be controlling two young subs."

"What about next weekend then? I can spill your drink to give you a reason to punish me?"

"Next weekend won't work either. When I want to see you again and I'm sure I will, I'll find a reason to punish you," Mike answered letting the girl down easy.

Mandy picked at her food a little more before getting up and starting to clean up the breakfast dishes. Brandi finished her breakfast and went to help, but Mandy just pushed her back to the table. Master was finished and Brandi picked up his plate after refilling his coffee. Brandi took Mike's plate and placed it in the dishwasher, she could see Mandy was nearly in tears. Looking at Mike imploringly, Mike just shook his head and pointed to her chair. Mandy sullenly finished cleaning the kitchen before walking over and kneeling beside Brandi's chair, on the side away from Mike.

"I'm ready for my punishment now Miss," the unhappy woman said.

"Mike, what do I do? I hate seeing her like this," Brandi said.

"Do you think that not letting her come back tonight is wrong?

"Yes, but I'm torn. I don't like her being sad but I am suppose to be the one being punished," Brandi replied, not sure if what she just said made sense. Did she mean that, did she really want to be punished?

"Mandy look at me," Mike commanded. "You're a very attractive, sexy, submissive young woman and I find you very desirable. However, I cannot handle two highly sexed women two nights in a row. Hell I barely survived last night. Today is Brandi's turn, she is being punished for a very serious violation and I will not let her off easy. Next weekend I have business plans and cannot have you over. I'm sorry that you're hurt, but be assured its not because I don't want you."

"I'm sorry Master. It's just that I haven't had anyone strong in my life for so long that I, well I guess I just latched on to you," Mandy was crying, her tears flowing down her face.

Brandi slid out of the chair and hugged the older girl. Both were crying now and Mike was fighting them himself, wouldn't do for the Master to break down. If he did they might just defeat him and he would surely die from exhaustion.

"Brandi, when you two are finished, please release Mandy's cuffs and help her find her clothes. I'll be in the pool, out the doors from the office," Mike said as he left the table.

Brandi and Mandy hugged tightly. Kissing the older girl Brandi pulled her to her feet, and picked up the key to the cuffs releasing her from bondage.

"Come on, lets find your clothes. They should still be in the office where we left them," Brandi said, taking complete charge.

Chapter Six - All Alone with Master

Mandy was gone and Brandi was starting to realize that here she was, nineteen years old and willing to let a man that she didn't even know two days ago do anything to her body. She knew that she would be punished and that the pain would be intense, the thought just made her wet. Walking naked out the door into the backyard, Brandi was relieved to find the yard surrounded by a high brick wall. Mike was naked as well, swimming laps. She kneeled down at the edge of the pool and spreading her legs waited for her master to notice. When he did, he swam over to her and simply pulled her into the warm water. She came up beside him and was embraced in a long kiss. Mike was tweaking her nipples before the kiss was broken.

"Relax. Swim a little, I still have twenty laps to go." With that Mike broke away and continued his swim.

Brandi watched him as he completed each lap. For an old guy he was in excellent shape, well toned muscles showed clearly little fat. Brandi had climbed out of the pool and was enjoying the sun on her naked skin, if she stayed out too long her breasts and crotch area would sunburn. Brandi had never sunned herself in the nude. Mike finished his laps and lazily swam over to the side where Brandi was splashing her legs in the water. He swam right between her legs and before she could react started to eat her out. Brandi leaned back and spread her thighs to give Mike better access.

"If this is punishment I'll be his slave forever," Brandi thought to herself. Then outloud, "Master, shouldn't I be pleasuring you.?"

Looking up from her snatch Mike said, "You are pleasuring me sweety."

He then went back to eating her moist cunt. Brandi could feel herself getting close to cumming when Mike suddenly stopped. Climbing out of the pool he took her hand and led Brandi inside.

"Your dripping water on the floor. You know your slave could have dried you off," Brandi said as they walked.

"A little water isn't going to hurt them. I just have to get your hot little cunt down to the game room," Mike replied, turning to lead the girl down a dark narrow set of stairs.

Mike flipped on the lights at the bottom to reveal a dungeon, complete with rack and pillory. One wall was covered with implements of torture, some Brandi recognized, the whip, tawse, paddle and a selection of canes. There were many she had no idea what they were, items of leather, wood and even metal. She stood staring at the wall until Mike pulled her to the pillory. Brandi didn't resist as Mike positioned her head and arms in the padded stock and closed the top, securing it with a clasp.

"Now we can get started with your punishment. Do you know how much the crystal figurines you stole are worth?" Mike asked, slapping Brandi's rump.

"No sir, I just liked them. I was gonna pay for them honest," Brandi replied.

"LIAR!" Mike yelled, startling the girl. "You took two very expensive hand made crystal figurines and had no intention of paying for anything." Giving Brandi a swat while taking a breath he continued, "So tell me thief, how many others have you stolen?"

"None. Mike please, your starting to scare me," Brandi whimpered.

Now Brandi was really scared, with that comment he had grabbed her hair and lifted her head back and was just staring her in the eyes.

"Your in no position to complain slave," Mike finally responded. "If I remember the deal correctly, in exchange for not having your sorry ass tossed in jail, I can punish you in any way I see fit. Punish you I will, by the time you leave here you will never steal again."

Mike dropped her head and walked away. Brandi tried to watch him but the pillory didn't give her much freedom. Mike returned and stood next to her hip. He swung his arm and Brandi's ass exploded in pain. Mike moved behind the girl and began whipping her back, ass and thighs with the heavy leather whip. Brandi was twisting and squirming trying desperately to avoid the whip.

"Spread your legs, slave," Mike ordered with a final stroke of the whip. When Brandi failed to obey, Mike yelled, "NOW SLAVE!"

Following the command with a swat of the whip. Crying, Brandi spread her legs as far as she could, as quickly as she could. The pain increasing even after Mike had stopped whipping her. Mike positioned himself behind the teen and placing one hand on each asscheek, began running his thumbs from her cunt to asshole.

"You're not as wet now as you were earlier. Are you not enjoying yourself?" Mike teased.

"No, Please Mike let me go. I've learned my lesson. Honest," Brandi cried between sobs.

"I don't think you've learned anything yet slave," Mike said, with a slap to her ass. "You still insist on calling me by my first name. A slave never uses her master's proper name. You will call me Master. Is that understood?" Mike had followed each sentence with a slap for emphasis.

"Yes Master. I'm sorry Master," Brandi cried.

Mike went back to lubing up Brandi's ass with her pussy juice. The teen would have to learn proper behavior toward her Master before Mike let her out of bondage. Sliding his cock into her cunt to lube it up he then placed the tip against her asshole and started to push. Brandi grunted, closed her eyes and tried to relax, it would go easier if she relaxed. The head of Mike's cock popped through the anal ring and Mike started pumping, entering a little more with each thrust.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"No Master," Brandi said, then went on to explain. "Well my girlfriend, Meghan, once stuck her vibrator up my ass."

"You like girls don't you, slave?"

"Yes Master," Brandi replied, "but I like men more."

Keeping up a steady rhythm, Mike leaned over the girl and reached under her to grab her tits. Mike pumped her ass as he pinched and pulled on the girl's tits. Brandi's back and shoulders were starting to hurt, bent over as she was. Her shoulders banging into the wooden side of the stocks. Mixed feelings were confusing Brandi, pain from the pillory and Mike's, no Master's, pinching of her tits and yet that warm gushy feeling from being fucked. The warm gushy feeling won out and Brandi could feel herself getting wet. Mike wasn't ready for Brandi to enjoy herself, so pulling out he gave her ass a few more swats with the whip. Mike walked to the front of the pillory and brutally shoved his cock down Brandi's throat. Brandi taken by surprise barely swallowed in time to keep from gagging. Violently raping Brandi's mouth, Mike used the whip to good effect covering her back all the way down to her upper thighs. As Mike came he aimed the whip directly between Brandi's spread legs, flogging her asshole and cunt. Without another word Mike pulled out and left the dungeon, turning off the lights on the way out.

Brandi lost track of time in the dark dungeon, was it one hour? Two? More? Her shoulders, back and legs were killing her. The pillory didn't give her much choice of how to stand and being stuck in one position was causing cramps. The lights coming on blinded her for a few seconds. Blinking to see Brandi tried to see what Mike was doing. Mike walked over to the bound girl and ran his hands over her body.

"Please let me down Master. It hurts and I'm cramping up," Brandi plead for mercy.

Not feeling merciful Mike used a spreader bar to secure Brandi's legs before lifting the top of the stocks. Brandi had to be helped to an upright position, her back and shoulders were so cramped. Mike picked the slight girl up and carried her to the middle of the room, laying her on the cold concrete floor. Mike had already lowered the winch cable and clipped it to the center ring of the bar.

--Fin--