Attitude Change

Synopsis

After being found drugged and near dead in a field, Jenny’s parents employ a security guard to look after her 24/7.

Attitude Change

by obohobo

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF Spanking

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2008

“Uuuugh! Wha?” The warm, wet tongue on my face caused a shiver to pass through my body and I started shaking freely for while.

“Yap, yap, yap.” Through slitted eyelids I glimpsed the blurred image of the small, brown dog. Moments later, in response to the insistent yapping, heavy footsteps approached and, still not able to open my eyes fully or move my head, from my prone position I saw the toes of a pair of green wellington boots.

“Are you alright dear?” Had I been able, I would have given a sarcastic reply but having lain inert in the field for the whole night in clothes covered with the frozen remains of my vomit, my body so numb and cold that I’d almost stopped shivering, barely conscious, words wouldn’t come. An elderly man’s face appeared in front of mine. He spoke into his mobile. I drifted off again. Vaguely I sensed other people and being wrapped and moved. Hours later I awoke and found myself in bed with tubes and wires connecting me to various machines. My head throbbed terribly and I again resolved not to drink so heavily but then recalled that I limited myself to a few glasses of wine at the party. As the day wore on, my senses returned and I could take in my surroundings; the hospital ward, the nurses who came to check on me every so often and the policewoman at my bedside. She left when nothing I said made sense and promised to return in the morning.

Daddy arrived with her. “How did he manage to get off work?” I wondered, he never was anywhere around at that time of day even if he was at home at not abroad. “How are you Jenny?” Remarkably, he enquired about my health.

“Fine, full of the joys of spring, except that it’s December.”

“No need for that Jenny, Kate Poole here needs to take a statement from you and I want to know what happened too, so you might as well tell us both together. You know I banned you from going to adult parties after the last time you got yourself sloshed and had to be brought home and was ill for a few days after.”

“You’re not there to stop me and…”

“Okay, okay,” Kate interrupted quietly, “Miss Rutterford, and you too Sir, before this degenerates into a mass of bickering and recriminations, can we get to the facts please? I need to find out how you came to be in a field miles from your home. You obviously didn’t walk there. Can you remember anything?”

For a few moments I closed my eyes and tried to remember. “I think I only had four small glasses of wine but it may have been more because the bottle was on the table and my glass may have been topped up when I danced. Yet I felt really high and on top of the world and the boys were paying me a lot of attention and I wondered which one would take me home. After another dance my head began to thump and I sat out the rest of the time, then Michael Hawkins offered to take me home. As soon as the cold air hit me I felt dizzy and a bit sick but Michael had his arm around me and guided me to his BMW. The smell of new leather and cigarette smoke made me feel worse and it wasn’t long before I started to heave. I remember Michael stopping the car and dragging me out and saying something about not spewing on the seats. There wasn’t much light except from passing cars, but he opened a gate and said I could walk across the field to get home. I didn’t get far before I tripped or just fell and was too dizzy to get up. Don’t remember much more except I shivered a lot, until that dog found me.”

“If you’d have stayed at home like you were supposed to, or even gone with a friend, this would never have…”

“Sir, please save your comments for later. Jennifer, the doctors found traces of at least two drugs in your blood, both are known date rape drugs. They also think you had used ecstasy or something similar. It could have been a lethal combination and had you have lain in that field for a few hours more, this would have been a murder enquiry.” Kate went on to take the names of those at the party, or at least, the names of those I knew.

“So there were six boys at your table and only two girls, you and the other girl who was with one of the boys?” Daddy started at me as soon as Kate left. I nodded. “So you expected to be picked up and have sex with at least one of the others?” I nodded again. “So I have a slut for a daughter?” I closed my eyes and lay back on the pillow while he ranted on about how disobedient, how thoughtless, how I didn’t do my college work, how appalling my behaviour was, how…” The list seemed endless and would have continued had not a nurse asked him to let me rest.

He didn’t visit again and Mummy only came once on her way to a meeting so she couldn’t stay long. Just as well. Her condemnation was much the same as Daddy’s, only the wording was different. At least she brought some clean clothing so I could change out of the hospital gown.

“Good afternoon Miss, I’ve come to take you home.” The young, rugged looking man, with Goodson’s Security embroidered on his tunic, gave me a little smile, “I’m Geoffrey Goodson.”

“Hi Geoff,” I replied noncommittally, my mind trying to work out what was going on. Why didn’t Daddy pick me up? Why pay a security guard, even a good-looking one? Still rather weary even after five days of rest in the hospital, I decided to get the answers later and we drove home in near silence.

“What the hell?” I screamed when I saw my bedroom. My bed was still there but had been moved nearer the window, a new wardrobe stood against one wall and one of my bedside cabinets had been cleared of my things.

“That’s for my clothes Miss. Mr. Rutterford wants me to keep an eye on you 24/7. He’ll explain later.”

“You can’t mean that you’ll be sleeping in here with me? In my bed?”

“Yes Miss. I’m told that I am to watch you all the time and to take any precautions I deem necessary to keep you under control.”

“We’ll see about that.” Effortlessly he picked me up as I tried to get to the door and deposited me gently on the bed.

“Sorry Miss, Mr. Rutterford will not be home until six and you are to stay in here until he arrives. You need to rest anyway.”

That was true but my mind rebelled against being held prisoner and when he sat on the bed, I slid passed him and dashed for the bathroom. Another shock! The lock was gone. The whole thing completely removed, not even the doorknobs and catch remained. I couldn’t fasten the door in the closed position.

“What the fuck’s going on? Can’t I even piss, shit and shower in private now?’

“You can push the door closed but you cannot lock yourself in. What are you worried about? You’ve given yourself to many boys and my orders are not to rape you so what the problem?”

“The fact that I’m a fucking prisoner is the problem.”

“And your language is going to get you into further trouble.”

This time I almost made it to the door before his arms enfolded me to his body. “It’s locked,” he informed with a little grin. I turned to face him. Swearing and cursing, arms flailing in an effort to land a punch, I tried to vent some of my anger but he held me tightly until I collapsed in tears. Again he picked me up, laid me on the bed and stood looking down on me. “Calm down Miss. Lay back and rest. No sense in exhausting yourself for nothing. It’s your father’s decision, not mine. I’m just being paid to carry out his orders.”

Calm down? How could I when I was a prisoner on my own home? I was the daughter of the house and he was only hired help, I needed to assert my authority. The bottle of perfume hurriedly snatched from my bedside cabinet, narrowly missed his head, hit the wall and fell harmlessly to the floor. It didn’t even break. That was the last straw as far as he was concerned. His strong arms quickly nullified my feeble struggles and before I hardly realised what was happening, I found myself over his knees, my jeans and knickers halfway down my legs and his hard hands were pasting my bare bottom.

Yelling and screaming at the top of my voice I squirmed and kicked as much as I was able but it made little difference. Partway through the spanking I heard the door being unlocked and Helen, our maid and cook, looked in, watched and smiled for a few moments and then left, locking the door behind her. “Bloody bitch,” I thought, “She could have stopped him but instead she enjoyed watching my suffering.”

The spanking ceased soon after but I continued to cry and yell as though he put me through the most horrendous torture. Later I came to realise that I’d had a relatively mild spanking but never having had more than a single slap in the past, I felt the humiliation as much as the pain. This time, on returning me face down to the bed and with my bare bum still exposed, he lay alongside and put his arm around my shoulders and spoke quietly but I didn’t take in his words. Inwardly fuming and crying softly, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. My body hadn’t fully recovered from its ordeal in the field and I was pretty exhausted from my struggles with him.

“Wake up Miss, time to get ready for dinner.”

“I don’t want any. I’m going to lie here, my bum’s too sore to move… Nooo!” Even the duvet felt rough to my tender bottom when he dragged me across the bed and tossed me over his shoulder. “Have a quick shower and put on a dress or something decent looking.” I glared at him when he planted me on the bathroom floor my jeans now around my ankles, but he turned away, lifted the toilet seat and pissed. “Hurry up Miss, they won’t want to wait dinner on us. Do you need me to help you?” Of course I didn’t but I expected him to leave the room. Wrong again. I couldn’t help but notice the size of his half hard prick when he shook the last drip of piss off before he put it away.

“Miss, I’m going to be seeing a lot of you in the next few days, and you will see me too for that matter, so you might as well get used to it now. From what I hear, you’ve shown yourself to plenty of boys so there’s no need to be shy. Arms up.” He’d crossed the room and grabbed the hem of my sweater and almost without thinking I lifted my arms and allowed him to pull it off. My bra quickly followed. “Five minutes and then we’ll get you dressed.” Bossy sod. I said nothing, already I knew that I couldn’t fool with him but perhaps I could persuade Mummy or Daddy to fire him.

“You do the front and I’ll do the back.” Handing me one of the towels he started to dry my back with another and worked his way down to my bum, which had lost some of its fire in the shower, and then down my legs. My cunt must have been a temptation for him and I noticed the bulge in his trousers, but he only patted it dry and then selected a dress and helped me put it on. In some ways it was like having a personal maid except that I was not the one making the choices or giving the orders. “When I get over this tiredness, I’ll show him who is boss,” I said to myself but I reluctantly wondered if that would ever happen.

We were only a few minutes late for dinner but Mummy and Daddy were already seated and an extra cushion was on my chair. “Sorry to keep you waiting Sir, I didn’t allow enough time for a woman to get ready. It won’t happen again.” Geoff, the bastard, actually apologised for me.

“No it won’t, because Daddy’s going to fire you and…” I burst out.

“We’ll discuss this afterwards in the lounge. For now we’ll eat our meal in peace.” Knowing there would no way to change his mind, I simmered with silent anger throughout the meal and only picked at the food. Geoff though, tucked in as if he hadn’t eaten for a week and kept up a conversation about his job and some of the encounters he’d had while on security duty.

“Before you say anything Jenny, let me explain what is going to happen. It may not be what you want, in fact I’m certain that is isn’t, but your behaviour has gone so far downhill that drastic measures are needed to improve it before you end up in the gutter as a heroin addict whore.” For Daddy those were unusually blunt words but he didn’t let me interrupt. “For the next few weeks, Geoffrey will be with you twenty-four hours a day. He will sleep in your room in your bed, use the bathroom at the same time as you and will accompany you when you go out, if he decides to allow an outside excursion. He is your keeper for those weeks. I’m not going to forbid you to have sex with him or he with you, because knowing you, seducing him would then be your top priority. What I have said is that he must not rape you. He is allowed to do what is necessary to keep you under control provided he doesn’t cause any disfigurement or permanent damage to you and I understand you’ve already experienced a little of that control.” He and Mummy both smiled. I scowled. “That will take until after Christmas and then you will go to a health centre to help get you physically fit again. Geoffrey will accompany you as your partner.”

“You mean I have to suffer him for a whole month! After what he did to me you should sack him now.”

“After what he did to you, we should employ him permanently Jenny. It’s really for your good. A sore bottom or two, or three, is a small price to pay for regaining your self-esteem. And indeed it may become a near permanent thing. We’re sending you to a special college where you’ll have to work to make up for the lack of work you’ve done in the last two years. It’s a strict college and Geoffrey has asked to be allowed to take the course too. He left school at seventeen to join his father’s business and missed out on college and we’re paying his fees to keep an eye on you. Again you will attend as though you are a couple.”

Life as I knew it ended. My protests swept aside as though they were nothing, and all I could do was slump in my chair and cry.

“Come with me Miss and we can see what we can work out.”

“Damn you! Stop calling me Miss as though I’m a child. I’m Jenny or Jennifer to mother on Sundays.”

Back in my room, now our room I suppose, he started giving me the crap about being reasonable and it being for my own good, and how I would appreciate it later etc. I didn’t want to be reasonable and couldn’t see how being under his control was for my good. My arse still hurt so how could that be good? “Shut up!” I finally shouted at him, “Cut the stupid crap. You’re not going to control me for the next month like Daddy thinks and I’ll fight you every inch of the way. I’ll make life so bad for you that you’ll leave. Good riddance.” Hardly had I stepped towards him than I knew I’d made another mistake. “Plonk,” in a second, I lay face down on the bed, the zip on the back of my dress zzzzzed down and a short while after, my protests notwithstanding, and my feeble attempt at fighting back, the dress lay on the floor.

“No!” I yelled as he slid his trouser belt from loops. It made no difference and my knickers were no protection from the looped leather as he swung the belt across my arse. This time the pain really was severe but my cries were muffled by the bed linen and didn’t attract the attention of the rest of the household. Ten times he struck me and might have gone on but I pleaded with him and promised to be good. I doubted he believed me but I would have said anything to stop further pain.

“Clean your teeth and use the loo. You’re going to bed young lady. That was a tiredness temper tantrum and you’re still not fully recovered from the other night.” My sobs abated a little and I muttered that it was only 8:30 but he took me to the bathroom anyway and when I finished he applied cream to the welts he raised. “Into bed with you,” he ordered as he assisted me to crawl naked under the duvet. Vaguely I heard him perform in the bathroom and he checked on me again before getting undressed and ready for bed too. He’d watched me undress so I didn’t see why I shouldn’t watch him too. While he carefully folded and hung his clothes in the wardrobe, I wondered if I could escape while he slept but he hung the door keys around his neck and I’d have to strangle him first. Finally he dropped his pants and unashamedly stood by the bed, his prick at half-mast. My eyes widened at the size of it but remembered he’d been told not to rape me but if he attempted to, I doubted I could fight him off.

“Move over a bit, there’s room for two and I’m not sleeping on the floor.”

“You’re not going to…?” but he was already pushing his way under the duvet. Quickly I turned my back to him but he spooned against me and held me close. One hand caressed my tits but I was past caring. The soft bed, the warmth and closeness of his body against mine, gave me a sense of security. Even the feel of his erection against my tender rear, didn’t seem to pose a threat and I gradually dozed off to sleep.

“Mmmmm!” What a way to awake in the morning. A hand gently played with my right nipple and another massaged my mound causing a copious flow of juices in my vagina. The hand titillated my clit and I was well on the way to an orgasm when I moved slightly and felt the pain in my buttocks. Immediately knowing who was doing the caressing, I tensed up, determined not to give him the satisfaction of arousing me. “That’s sexual assault,” I hissed.

“Good morning, Jenny. Yes, I suppose it is, but it’s not rape so it’s within the terms of my contract.” The grin on his face came through in his voice but my efforts to free myself were foiled by his arm around my chest and his continued rubbing of my mound. My mind wanted to resist his efforts by my body ignored my mind’s desires and before long, I carried on responding to his stroking. A shudder signalled my climax and I lay still in his arms.

“Are you going to reciprocate and bring me off?”

“I’m not touching that tree-trunk and as sure as hell it is not going inside me.”

“Your loss, others have enjoyed it. Anyway it’s time to get ready for breakfast.”

“I don’t eat breakfast and in any case it’s Saturday and Mummy doesn’t get up till late and Daddy will already be on the train.”

“We’re having breakfast. You need to build your strength up and I’m hungry.”

When his hand touched my arse, I thought it better to conform. At least he allowed me to use the loo while he showered. “What does my lord and master wish me to wear?” I asked sarcastically while he shaved.

“Something comfortable, and trainers. You can give me a tour of this place and if the weather is fine, we’ll have a stroll in the park.”

“I didn’t expect you down for breakfast Miss, so I didn’t put anything out in the dining room. I thought Geoff would eat in the kitchen.”

“We’ll both eat here if it’s no trouble Helen. And please call her Jenny, she doesn’t appreciate being a Miss.”

Helen gave me an odd look because a long time ago, I’d insisted that if she called mother, Ma’am and father, Sir, I ought to be addressed as Miss. I got another look when I sat rather too quickly on a hard chair. Further embarrassment was to follow when he made me help during the cooking and clear up afterwards. He helped too but then he was a working class person.

Worse was to come. Walking hand in hand, mainly to prevent me running off, in the bright but cold morning sunshine, we turned a corner a ran into Julie Mellors, one of my party going friends. After introducing me to Claude, her new French boyfriend, she asked, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to yours? Where did you find a hunky guy like that?” I couldn’t tell her that he was my security guard and master so I just left her thinking he was a boyfriend, the son of someone Daddy knew who was staying with us for a short while. I emphasised ‘short’ but she didn’t comment. When we continued on our way, Geoff grinned and pulled me close as though we were really close friends and not bitter enemies.

Raucous laughter came from the TV, mother watched some game show but I saw it with unseeing eyes, my mind concerned as to what would happen at bedtime. I’d sworn several times during dinner at the injustice of what they were making me do but then, bastard Geoffrey initiated a penalty. One spank on each buttock for every swear word I uttered from then on, the punishment to be delivered at bedtime. My total now stood at fourteen, seven on each cheek. To avoid adding to my punishment, earlier I’d decided to keep quiet and just sat on the couch with my eyes closed. Only a few inches away, Geoff read a book; a textbook would you believe! What a way to spend Saturday night. No party, no booze, although after the last one, I wasn’t keen to have any more alcohol. Boredom was replaced by anger that steadily rose and eventually I stood and shouted at them, “Fucking Hell, this place is a bloody morgue!”

“That’s ten on each Jenny,” he said quietly, “How about we go and play cards or a game on your computer?” We settled on chess, mainly because I thought I could beat him at it and did, two games out of the three. He didn’t know one of my school boyfriends was a champion chess player and I learned to play to keep in with him.

Trying to delay the inevitable, I suggested another game but simply said, “Time for bed.” After a pause, he went on, “I know this may sound like blackmail, but I really don’t want to keep hurting you. How about if I forget about spanking you, you forget about hating me and let me make love to you?”

“You…” I was going to say ‘bastard’ but stopped in case it earned me anther couple of spanks. This really was worse than prison.

“You don’t have to answer but when you’re ready for bed, if you are under the covers then I’ll take you agree to sex, if you are on top of the bed, then you are taking the spanking option.”

I really couldn’t make up my mind. Should I let him bully me? I could only avoid a spanking by letting him fuck me. Why should I let him do either? If I let him spank me, and if I could escape, I could press charges of assault but that would involve Daddy and bring out my past. Would I enjoy it if I let him fuck me with that huge pole? No I wouldn’t give in to blackmail.

When he came out of the bathroom and started to undress he looked at me sitting on the bed with real sadness and took rather longer than necessary to hang his clothes. His prick obviously wanted me because it protruded through the front of his pants and it caught and bounced when he removed them. “Sorry Jenny, I really didn’t want to do this.” As he came towards me, I lifted the duvet and pulled it over me. That action changed my life.

For a while I tried to act as though I was being forced and only submitting to him reluctantly but his insistent playing with my tits and massaging of my mound, got me so worked up that I almost shouted at him to fuck me. When he did, his weapon stretched me fully and reached places no other prick had reached and soon I humped him as hard as he thrust into me. My climax shook my whole body but he still continued until I’d come a second time before he spurted his sperm into my womb. Slowly we separated and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Like the previous morning, I awoke to the delightful sensations of having a nipple played with and my clit teased. “I paid my debt to you last night.” I tried to appear cross but couldn’t keep the grin from my face.

“Didn’t I make it clear, that only paid for one spank, not the whole lot?”

“That an outrageous price. It ought to at least have paid for one spank to each cheek.”

“Maybe I can agree to that. That means I still have nine fucks in hand without any more you earn in the future.” We fucked again and despite my soreness, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Even Helen noticed the change when we walked into the kitchen hand in hand for breakfast and I actually smiled at her and wished her ‘good morning, Helen’.

We’re now at college and living together in a dorm room, although he doesn’t keep me close to him all the time, he is still my master. I should have paid off my debts long ago but is seems that my temper always gets the better of me before then and more spanks are added to my tally sheet. He has spanked me for other things but not as hard or as long as when we first met but they are enough to keep me in line.

We’ve been to one or two parties but neither of us touched alcohol, me because of the remembrance of my night in the field and he, to conform to me.

Finis