I got an email from him last night. I knew I would when I didn't log in to chatmate when I got home. Kept checking my webmail and there it was, about nine o'clock. I was too scared to open it, but too worried to leave it.

Opened it about three o'clock this morning.

From: str8guy [str8guy@frea.cc]
Reply-To: str8guy@frea.cc
To: mollyhadley@emailaccount.com
Subject: Punishment
Date: Tue 05/11/04 21:12 PM

Dear Molly

To add insult to injury, you fail to appear tonight. I am very
cross with you. Just when it was going so well, and you were
rising to the challenge. Your session with the stranger was
magnificent - a thousand times better than I had imagined.
You orchestrated it perfectly, and I felt honoured to watch
you in action.

And now this.

It's so disappointing.

You will have received the card in the internal mail by now.
You know what to do, I expect, but I will spell it out.

You are to phone the number and ask for Madame Juliette. You
are to explain that your Master wishes you to be punished.
You are to invite her to your house at 2pm. You will go round
the office at 1.30 and tell everyone - I mean everyone - that
you are going out on business, and are contactable on your
mobile phone. By speaking to everyone, you know you will
have spoken to me. I wish to know you are on your way, and
wish to see your face as you approach your punishment.

As for the punishment itself, you are to ask Madame Juliette to
spank you fifty times. You are to be completely naked while this
happens. You are to be draped over her legs. Your webcam will,
of course, capture the action for posterity. You will pay whatever
charge Madamee Juliette levies for this privilege, and thank her
profusely for her instructive action.

You may be interested to do a Google search for "Molly Hadley."
I think you'll be interested by the results.

Rest assured, your fuck website will be similarly prominent by
tomorrow evening unless you comply fully with my instructions.
It's simply a question of applying the appropriate metadata, very
easy to facilitate.

Of course, if you obey me, I will remove the metadata and your
sites will fall back into obscurity once more.

Simple, isn't it?

Don't worry about Madame Juliette, by the way. Prostitutes are used
to this sort of thing. You'll probably find she won't bat an eyelid at
your request.

I think you know you deserve this, Molly. Not just for your childish
tantrum today, but for all the things you've been doing recently. I
think you know you deserve to be punished, don't you?

love and kisses

str8guy

I haven't slept since.

Can you blame me?

I'm sat at work and Tess is gibbering at me, and I have no fucking clue what she's saying. str8's email is whizzing through my brain, I can't stop thinking about it. I think you know you deserve to be punished, don't you?

Fuck him. Why did he have to say that? It's kind of hard to argue with it. I've been a complete slut. I fucked one guy for no reason other than that str8guy told me to. And I fucked another one simply because str8guy tried to tell me I couldn't. And in between them I gave another one a blow job because I was too embarrassed not to.

I think you know you deserve to be punished, don't you?

Yes. Yes. Yes. I know, I don't need to be told.

What the fuck is happening to me?

He's right. I do deserve punishment. I'm a slut and I deserve to be punished. Not like this though. This is just pandering to his perverted mind. It's more of the same, something else I shouldn't be doing, something else I would deserve to be punished for.

But of course if I don't do it the websites will all go public. But then again, they already are, aren't they? But he could take off the metadata and make them obscure again. But would he actually do it? But half a chance is better than no chance. But is it really half a chance, or is he just toying with me?

But but but

Fuck fuck fuck

Tuesday, May 11th 2004, later

This has just arrived in the internal mail.

A note was attached from my beloved blackmailer...

Knocked this up this morning. Going out this afternoon to get 500 copies printed. I'll be charging it to your Clowes Manor code. E3843, I think it is, isn't it? Interesting explaining that to the school's auditors...

Alternatively, Madame Juliette could absolve you of all your sins.

Your call, Molly Wolly.

I'm going for a walk, somewhere quiet. Taking Madame Juliette's card and my mobile phone. Just in case. Don't know yet whether I'm going to do this or not. I feel like I'm about to puke.

Tuesday, May 11th 2004, 1pm

I did it. I phoned her quarter of an hour ago. Spent the last ten minutes in the toilets, throwing up. Literally.

I've actually done it. I phoned a prostitute. I made an appointment. In my own house. In an hour's time. I'm going to be spanked.

I'm going to throw up again...

Later

I'm on automatic pilot. My head is buzzing, I feel like I'm floating. I don't feel real. I feel like I'm made up, like this isn't actually happening. Like I'm a character on film, going through the motions. It's 1.30. I have to go through the office now and tell everyone I'm going out.

str8guy is going to see me. He's going to see how I look. God knows how I do look - shellshocked, I expect. Forget everything that's gone before. This is the most humiliating thing I've ever done. Ever. Ever. Ever. I think I'm going to die.

I'm going out on business now. I'll be available on the mobile if anyone needs me...