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Gabriella lived in a mansion surrounded by formal gardens enclosed by a forest of trees. The brick paved road made a sweeping curve from the electronic gate up to the white two-and-one-half story colonial. To the outside world they had complete privacy. Inside it was all antique furniture and museum quality paintings. She lived with her mommy and daddy, actually her step dad, her tutor, and five servants. She was illegitimate and knew it. Her mom got pregnant when she was fourteen by, in her mom's own words, "a no good, lazy bum." Gabby, was her nickname although she was actually very quiet, wanted to grow up to become a famous model, just like her mother. Everyone said she looked just like her mother.

Mr. March, her step daddy, was thirty-five years older than her mom which made him sixty two. Her daddy was strict but kind. She had heard the term, "an iron fist in a velvet glove" and thought it suited daddy to a tee. He always said please and thank you, but when he said something he meant it. Her mommy and daddy were very much in love, Gabby could tell just by looking at them. She just wished he loved her as much as he loved his wife, but Gabby felt like a fifth wheel, excess baggage, in the family. She tried currying favors, but to no avail. She envied her mother.

Her mommy and daddy didn't hide their physical love for one another either. All daddy had to do was say, "Undress, please," and Mommy immediately took her clothes off, then he would touch mommy in the most private of places. It was not unusual for daddy and mommy to be touching one another, her completely naked and him with his fly open and penis out, while they watched TV. They kept their sexual intercourse behind closed doors in their bedroom, but Gabby could hear her mommy's moans many a night.

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Her mother said, "Your father wants to see you in his study." Gabby's first thought was, "Oh god, what did I do now?" The study was the bawling out place. By the time she tapped on the door and heard, "Enter," she was shaking like a leaf. Inside she smelled the usual room's odors of wood smoke from the fireplace and the leather of the couches with a tang of after shave and cigar smoke thrown in as she stood in front of his desk.

"You're twelve-years-old," he said, "You just started puberty." Her tutor told her about puberty when Gabby started growing so fast. She felt like she was all arms and legs. "You have an important decision to make and I think you're old enough and smart enough to make it on your own. Your mother agrees." Gabby had no idea what he was driving at and so she stood silent. He went on, "You can grow up living a normal life or, like your mother, become an obedient. If you choose to be an obedient you will do everything, and I mean everything, you are told without a second thought."

As far as Gabby was concerned that was a no-brainier. She wanted to be exactly like her mother even if she did not know exactly what an obedient was. "I want to be an obedient, sir."

"So, you are ready to do exactly as I tell you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Let's see if that is true. Undress please." She couldn't begin to remember how many times she wished he would say those two words to her. She untied the sash on her dress and pulled it over her head. She carefully folded it and put it on the chair, just like her mother would do. She slid off her slippers, picked them up and put them under the chair. She pulled off the chemise, folded it, and laid it on top of the dress. It took a couple of seconds for the next move. "The panties too," he prodded. She knew that, she just needed to work up the courage. She pushed the panties down over her ankles, folded them in half and laid them on the chemise.

Gabby stood up straight in front of him. She watched his eyes move up and down on her naked body and was sure he would be disappointed. She had a strong urge to hide her cunny behind her hands, but resisted.

"Turn, please," her father said, and made a twirl motion with his fingers. She did as she was told, turning to face away from him. A blush came over her face as she realized he was studying her ass.

"Face me, please." Gabby turned to look at him again. She wanted to look at the floor, but knew that would be unacceptable to him. "Your training starts tomorrow at precisely seven PM in here. Do not be late."

"Yes, sir."

"For now, you can retain your pubic hair, but when it gets denser you will need to shave." All she had was a spider web of hair on her mons, but she was very proud of it. "Have you started your periods?"

"Yes, sir."

"You will need to go to the doctor." He did not specify why and she knew better than to ask. He opened a desk drawer and took out a whip. "Do you know what this is?"

"A whip, sir"

"It is your Best Friend. You will always carry it. At night you will sleep with it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir. Never be without it."

'That is correct. Now you are excused."

"Thank you sir. I will do my best to be a good obedient."

"I am sure you will."

Gabby turned to leave. "Gabby!"

She turned back. "Yes, sir?"

"Take your clothes."

"Yes, sir. I am sorry, sir."

"I will excuse you this time, but next time I will not be so lenient. Then you will find out how much a kiss from your Best Friend can hurt."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." She had never used so many sirs in one conversation in all her life.

When Gabby got to her room she looked closely at the whip. It was about three feet long and made of woven leather. It tapered from a three thong cracker at one end to about a one and a half inch diameter stiff handle at the other end.

That night she lay under the covers of her bed, in her nightie, holding the whip tightly as if it would escape if it could. Her mother came into her room. "You decided to become an obedient. I am glad. It takes a while to become used to being one, but then one day you will find you enjoy it. Just one word of advice, do everything he says immediately, don't even think about what he wants, just do it."

"Yes, momma."

"You're lucky; he is going to train you himself. He took me to Roissy in France for my training."

The next morning she looked up Roissy on the Internet. That referred to "Story of O". She read a synopsis of the book and her eyes widened. She could not figure out when her mother could have gone to Roissy. When she saw her mother she asked.

"On our honeymoon when you stayed with your grandma. The first night there I was whipped and then five men had their use of me and not one of them was your father. I spent all six weeks of our honeymoon there. It was quite the experience. I'll get you the book to read." Gabby was stunned. She was pretty sure she knew what her mother meant by saying she was used by five men.

That night at exactly seven Gabby knocked on the study door. She entered when told to do so. "Right on time, very good, and I see you brought your Best Friend with you," he said as she stood before him. "I know you talked to your mother and did some research on the Web. I will give you one chance to back out. Do you still want to be an obedient?"

"Oh, yes, sir."

"Good. Hand me your Best Friend and undress, please." In anticipation she wore no underwear. In two shakes she was naked before him and could see he was pleased. He walked around behind her. "Move." Where to, she wondered and at that instant the whip made contact with her butt. She jumped a foot even though it hardly touched her.

"That was a warning shot. Next time it will be for real. When I say move, you move. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now move." She started moving even though the desk was a few steps in front of her. "Out the back door," he said before she got to the desk. She wheeled and went out the study door, down the hall, and through the kitchen. She felt Mrs. Kelly, the cook, eye her, but Gabby kept going until she was outside. "I would like you to run around the house." The crack of the whip sounded like a gun shot to her. She started jogging along the path that circled the house. "Faster," he yelled, and he cracked the whip again. She ran as fast as she could, but he continued to goad her on with the word "Faster," and the crack of the whip. Twice the tip of the whip snipped at her buttocks and it felt like a bee sting. She could not believe he was keeping up with her at his age, of course it helped that she was running bare foot on cobble stone and he had his running shoes on. They passed the gardener who looked up momentarily and then back down to his plants. He acted as if it were an everyday occurrence to see a naked twelve-year-old being chased by her father with a whip in his hand. Toward the front of the mansion she tripped and went sprawling onto hands and knees. She took an extra second to catch her breath, but instead, caught the working end of the whip across her buttocks. She yelped, jumped up and started running again. When she reached the back door she was panting, completely out of breath. He hardly sounded winded. "Back to the study," he instructed.

"Sit, please." She headed for the nearest chair. The whip again caught her across her butt. "When I say sit I mean in the same place you are standing. If I meant for you to sit in a chair I would have instructed you to do so." Gabby sat on the floor. When she looked up at him her eye caught on the bulge in his pants. "I want you to lean back and brace yourself with your arms...good girl...now open your legs. She swung her legs apart. She saw the whip coming toward her and braced herself, but it only nudged her legs to open wider. Her father hunkered down in the vee of her legs, reached out and pushed his fingers into her sex. She jumped a bit at his touch, but he ignored it. "You still have your hymen," he announced.

"True, sir."

"We will have to take care of that." She wondered what he meant by that and if he meant what she thought he meant. "Your body belongs to me now. I can treat it however I wish, and touch it whenever I want. Knowing it is mine you will take good care of it. I expect your pussy to be clean and fresh at all times. Your mother will teach you to douche."

"Yes, sir."

He had her stand. He gave her simple commands. Twice more her Best Friend struck her buttocks.

The hour was finally over. He butt ached from four lashes, two pings, and a warning shot. As she was walking out the study door her father yelled, "Gabby." She turned. "Yes, sir?"

He smiled and said, "You look good in stripes." It took her a moment to understand he was talking about her backside. She held it in until she got to her room. She laid face down on her bed and cried into her pillow wondering if she made the right decision.

Her mother came in and sat on the bed. "Believe me it gets easier as it goes along. After a while you get to know exactly what your daddy wants. I'm going to put some soothing salve on your bottom, okay?" Gabby nodded her head. The salve felt cool and took away the pain. "Now go to sleep," her mother said, "tomorrow you will feel better, you will see."

The next day she was taken to the doctor. He asked questions about her periods and sexual experience. She told him her periods had started three months ago and were irregular. She added she never had a boyfriend, not a real one, just the boy from across the road. The doctor gave her a vaginal exam, and then using a topical anesthesia he cut out her hymen. He injected a birth control rod into her arm. She was given a day to recuperate, but still had to report to his study at seven.

"Tomorrow we are going to have some visitors. You are to be on your best behavior. Do not speak to them unless spoken to. You will be taking off your clothes in front of them. I expect you to do it as smoothly as you did yesterday. You are doing very well. I am very proud of you. Don't let me down tomorrow."

"No, sir. I won't," she promised.

Sunday morning, for the first time ever she heard her parents arguing in the study. Gabby didn't dare get close enough to overhear for fear of being caught by one of the servants, but could swear she heard her name mentioned. The rest of Sunday dragged as she waited for the visitors to arrive. Her biggest fear was, when it came time to undress in front of the two strangers she won't be able to do it. They came in the late afternoon. One man was her father's age, the other several years younger. Using all her courage she could muster she undressed when her daddy told her to. She stood naked in front of them trying not to shake.

The young man said, "She is pretty skinny, all skin and bone."

Her daddy said, "I'll see what I can do about that."

The second man said, "She looks awfully young. How old is she?"

"Twelve," her daddy answered.

"Too young for Roissy."

"I'm not sure about that," the first man said. "I heard they have a program to start training young girls. Not at the Chateau, but somewhere off premises. A prep school to pre-train girls before they move to the Chateau. From the scuttlebutt I've heard, the publisher asked Pauline to change the last chapter of "Story of O" to placate the conservatives. Supposedly, Natalie actually went to Roissy with O's sponsorship. When you think about it that whole ending is preposterous"

"Interesting, I'll have to look into that," her daddy commented.

They moved to around back of Gabby. "I see she is marked. Did you string her?" The first man asked as he touched one of the sore spots on Gabby's buttocks.

"No, that is the result of her first day of training," her daddy answered.

"In my experience sometime they prefer to be strung."

"I will probably do that later in her training."

They started moving back to the front of her. "Do you plan to train her yourself?" asked the second man. "I still think she is too young."

"She is eager, probably because her mother is an obedient, and she wants to be like her."

They walked away. Gabby could hear the men wishing her father good luck with the training. Gabby stayed rooted to the spot until her daddy came back and told her she could go to her room. "You did well. I am proud of you," he said. That put a smile on her face.

She was getting ready for bed when her mother came into her room. "I found a copy of "Story of O" for you," and handed Gabby a slim book. She started reading it that night.

Monday was like every Monday, she spent most of her time with her tutor and her school work which gave her little time to think about being an obedient. Her tutor never asked why Gabby was carrying a whip with her. They ate supper at six, like usual, with one little change, she was served a dietary supplement to help her gain weight. Gabby then went up and took a shower and douched like her mother showed her. At seven she knocked on the study door. As she stood in front of him she blurted before he could say anything, "Can I ask a question?"

"You're really not supposed to, but go ahead--this time."

"What did the man mean when he asked if you strung me?

"He meant if I tied you up with rope with your hands overhead and your feet secured to the floor. I would then take a whip to your backside for a flogging. Some women, not many, find sexual arousal in being strung up like that. The only way to tell if you are one of them is to actually go through a flogging. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Now hand me your Best Friend and please undress." She responded quickly. "Your mother thinks I am too harsh with you during training. While I do not necessarily agree I promised her only to kiss you with your Best Friend when it is a repeat offense." She was right, the argument was about her. Some of the words she heard now made sense.

She thought it was cute that her father always referred to a strike from the whip as a kiss from her Best Friend.

Gabby thought the week went well. She only received one or two kisses from her Best Friend per session and even those were not as painful as the first time. Gabby laid in bed thinking about the whip. She concluded her daddy was right in calling the lash, kisses; they were applied to her bottom with love. Just thinking that way brought a warm glow to her buttocks where the kisses she received that day had been planted.

That week she finished "Story of O" and had new respect for her mother. She was glad her father did not have her mother branded. That had to be really painful.

Saturday her father took her to the mall to show her off as much as anything else. Around Gabby's neck was a snug fitting, black leather band. She wore a thin, white, silk blouse. Thin enough that he could see the rose color of her widely spaced nipples through the material. The micro skirt was black, wool and hugged her body tightly. Nervously, she kept tugging at the hem trying to keep it down. Nothing covered her pussy except a dusting of red blush her mother had applied. She was still trying to get used to wearing stiletto heels and had a tendency to wobble when she walked. To those in the know her outfit was the recognized dress of an obedient right down to the Roissy logo of a leaping tabby over her left breast. Some joked it was a flying pussy. She was both anxious and excited that men no longer looked at her as a child, but a desirable sexual creature.

They stopped at a lingerie shop and her father bought her five shorty, sheer nighties with matching crotchless panties in a variety of colors. They stopped at an ice cream shop for sundaes. She sat with her thighs tightly together and her father thought that was another thing he had to train her in, to sit with her legs open so men could admire her pussy. He allowed her to have her modesty, for now.

Sunday morning he daddy told her, "Undress, please," even before she had breakfast and she stayed naked all day. She found it interesting that the servants ignored her nudity completely. She even got kissed a couple of times by her Best Friend right in front of them and they did not even bat an eye.

Monday, at the end of her training session she was told to put on her new nightie, that she would be wearing a nightie every night after training. She took her clothes to her room. Gabby chose the pink nightie. The frilly top ended at the top of her pubic mound. The panties really were crotchless leaving her pussy completely bare.

The week that followed was just like the week before. She was given commands again and again and if she missed or was too slow to react she felt the whip on her buttocks. Her mother showed her how she could wrap the whip around her waist and wear it like a belt. Saturday at breakfast her daddy told her to undress and even knowing she was going to get a kiss from her Best Friend she spoke. "But daddy, Jack from across the road is supposed to come over this afternoon and play." Jack was the only playmate she had. He was her age and lived close enough to be able to walk to her house.

"Then I guess I will have to call Mr. Henmen and tell him that you will be naked and see if he will allow his son to come over."

Not only did Jack come over, but Mr. Henman did too. Gabby was totally embarrassed. However, once they started playing Gabby almost completely forgot that she was naked and it was only when she caught Jack ogling her that she got embarrassed all over again. Jack was fascinated by the whip she wore wrapped around her waist. He put two and two together. "Did that whip leave those red marks on your butt?" he asked.

"Yes, it did." She saw his penis grow and strain against his pants. Did all men get an erection seeing a girl whipped or even think about it? She had no answer.

At the seven o'clock training session her daddy told her he was very proud of her conduct in front of their company. He stepped behind her, pulled her gently against him. His arms crossed over her neck and each hand took a breast into his palm. It was the first time he touched her intimately with tenderness. The first time he touched her, weeks ago when he probed her pussy, felt clinical, and, as far as she was concerned, didn't count. Both her nipples sprang to attention faster then they ever sprung before. The pleasure of his touch flowed through her body exciting her every nerve. She closed her eyes and rubbed her face against his arm. It was a moment she dared not even dream about, the moment she felt loved by her daddy.

The following week was wonderful as far as Gabby was concerned. Yes, she still received plenty of kisses from her Best Friend, and she had to run around the outside of the house as fast as she could every day, but he also played with her body. He petted and patted her behind. He tweaked and sucked on her nipples. He played in her pussy and pushed fingers into her vagina. But best of all he played with her clitoris until she had orgasms.

Saturday Jack came over and she wasn't embarrassed at all at being naked.

Sunday at the training session she stood proudly in front of him. "You have had your Best Friend for a month now," her daddy said. "It is time for some one else to enter your life." He zipped down his fly and pulled out his penis. "This is your Lover. You will cherish and obey him. You will kiss him every chance you get. You will pet him and play with him. You will hold him in your sight and talk to him. You will call him, master."

"Yes, sir. I will, sir."

"Now I want you to come here, bow to his level, call him master, tell him how much you want him as your Lover, and kiss him with passion."

She did as she was told, thrilled to her core.

"No," he said, "when you kiss him I want you to take him in your mouth as you would a lover's tongue. You're to slide it in your mouth and run your tongue over the glans."

She kiss it again as she was told. She felt a bitter drop of liquid fall on her tongue that she savored.

Along about the sixth month of her training she had her first sexual intercourse. She had heard that she would never forget her first lover so she was glad it was her father. After that she spent the night with Mr. Henman. Her third lover was Jack. He was too young to produce semen and his penis was pretty short by the adult standards. He was different than either her daddy or Mr. Henman, he didn't cause her any pain which she had come to expect in any sexual encounter. After that Jack spent a lot of time at the Miller's mansion, just as naked as Gabby, and playing games just like they had always done. She liked how his little penis stood so far up that it pointed at his chin. Her daddy encouraged him to have sexual intercourse with Gabby, which hardly needed any encouragement. Jack was always ready to put his cute little penis into her vagina. Gabby was pretty sure he was in love with her. Her father told her he wanted her to get used to having men use her body. Since she liked intercourse, she had no problem with that. Her big disappointment was her development, after the initial growth spurt she seemed to have stopped. While other girls in her class were wearing A and B cup bras she still had only small mounds under her nipples, and her pubic hair was a small, sparsely populated delta.

The two men that originally evaluated Gabby came back for a visit. Gabby was sure her father held these gentlemen in high esteem for he made an extra effort to entertain them. Gabby was strung. Her arms were tied above her head to a hook in the ceiling. Her legs, spread apart, were tied by the ankles to hooks embedded in the floor. She was flogged. Not by her Best Friend but a much softer multi stranded whip that followed the contours of her body. It didn't seem all that bad to her, in fact, she found herself aroused by the burning sensation on her buttocks. The flogging lasted quite a while as not only her butt was flogged, but so was the back of her thighs. Just when she was sure she could not take any more her daddy untied her arms and gently lowered her to the ground. That is how the two men took her, with her ankles still tied to the floor rings. The best part came after the two men left. She curled up in her daddy's arms and sobbed. He petted her softly, gently and told her she did well. He told her he loved her. That made it all worth while.

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Gabby could not believe she was on a flight to Paris, France. She still got a chuckle out of how daddy told the tutor. "Gabby is going to Paris to study abroad for a few years." Yes, she was going to study abroad, at Roissy. Well their school anyway. And daddy promised if she did real good she would go to the Chateau, just like her mother. She was dressed in her Roissy uniform and sat with her legs slightly open, just like she was taught. Over the past nine months she had gained some weight. Her bust had yet to fill out which disappointed her, but the center kernel of her nipple was growing larger which gave her hope.

She remembered the first time he had used her Best Friend on her and how she had cried. Last night she cried because he wouldn't let her take her Best Friend with her to Paris. He assured her that there were many "friends" at Roissy.

She remembered how she was told. On her thirteenth birthday Gabby saw there was not a pile of gifts as usual, just one envelope. She hid her disappointment as best she could. At supper she opened the envelope after everyone in the mansion sang happy birthday. The note in the envelope simply read, "You're going to Roissy, Love Mom and Dad." She was elated. Later her mother told her that sending her to Roissy cost the same as college tuition in the states so she better do well. She wondered just how long her daddy was planning this. Over two years ago he had hired a tutor who taught Gabby to speak French.

At the airport there was a tall chauffeur with a placard with her name on it. As they pulled away from the curb he told her. "You need to take your clothes off." When he found out it was her first trip to France he told her he would give her the grand tour. She sat there naked, looking out the tinted window, and seeing the sights of Paris for the first time. They drove past the Eiffel tower, the Arc de Triompe and down Champs Elysees to the Louvre and then across the Seine. Then they drove out of the city into the suburbs. "There is Roissy," the driver said.

All Gabby could see was a high brick fence and the mansard roof of the building. Several miles further down the road in a quaint village he pulled to the side of the road in front of another walled-in building. He helped her out of the car and they walked to an iron bar gate. He pushed the button on the intercom and they waited for an answer. It felt strange and exhilarating to be standing on a public sidewalk completely naked. She looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching, but there was nary a soul in sight. The lock clinked and the driver pushed the gate open. They walked up to an oak door. The door opened and a matronly woman was standing there. "You must be Gabriella March."

"Yes, ma'am." The driver tipped his cap and wished her luck. The woman and Gabby walked down a long dimly lit hall. "Did you have a good flight?"

"I slept most of the way, ma'am."

"Ah, the red eye special. Took that one myself." They turned into an office and past a desk with a name plate that read, "Marie Cervoix, Administrative Assistant". The matron said, "This is my desk if you ever need me." They took a few more steps to a closed door. The matron knocked and then entered without waiting for an answer. "Monsieur Pierre, this is Gabby Miller."

"Bon jour. Gabby, pardon my poor English."

"I speak some French, Monsieur."

"I knew both your mother and father. I hope they are doing well."

"Oh, yes, quite."

"Well I am happy to welcome you to Roissy Prep School. I hope you appreciate that you have been accepted into a very special academy. We only accept the creme de la creme and we expect nothing but your best. We maintain very high standards. Unfortunately not all the enrollees make it through the entire curriculum. I hope you are not one of them. I hope you are not expelled and sent home in disgrace. I am sure you parents or guardians would be terribly disappointed after putting out so much money for your tuition. There are only two things you must do. You must study and work hard and be obedient, that is all we ask. He handed her a pamphlet and said, "You will find the code of conduct of the school in here." She thanked him for the information. He clicked on an intercom. "Marie, is Joan there." The answer came back, "Yes, sir." He said, "Send her in."

When a pretty girl entered introductions were made. "Gabby, you will be joining Joan's group. I hope you find your stay here productive and enlightening." Gabby thanked him assuring him that she hoped to do her best. "I am sure you will if you're at all like your mother." Gabby look over Joan as they left the office, she was older, and taller than Gabby. She was naked except for collar, cuffs and high heel slippers, just like they were described in the book. She walked tall and with grace. Gabby couldn't help but notice how pink Joan's buttocks was.

"I am the cell stewardess," Joan told Gabby. "I watch over four students to make sure they do their best possible. That will include you." They entered a room with five oversize bunks lined up in the middle of the room; each bunk had a fitted sheet and a pillow, no top sheet or blanket. White ropes with metal clips at the ends were tied to the bunk's metal legs and lay in precise 45 degree angles on top of the mattress. "This is your bunk," Joan said pointing to a bunk that was no different then the other four except it did not have a washcloth and towel draped over the foot board. Except for waist high mirrors running the length of one wall and windows on the opposite wall the room was quite plain.

"What are the ropes for?" Gabby asked, sure she already knew the answer.

"You will be tied face down every night. " Joan looked at the expression on Gabby's face and laughed. "You'll get used to it, we all did. Wait until you find out how you are awakened."

Joan took Gabby into the washroom, scrubbed her down in a tub with a soft brush and while Gabby dried herself Joan found cuffs and a collar to fit Gabby. Then Gabby tried on several pairs of high heel slippers before finding a pair she liked. "We have to hurry or we will miss brunch," Joan said.

They entered the cafeteria. At least twenty girls all dressed exactly like Joan and Gabby and ranging in age from ten to fifteen ate in strict silence. In between the tables valets walked wearing tight, black, leather shirts and pants with their genitals exposed. They carried black, short, leather slappers.

There were dozens of rules and regulations. There was a painful consequence when she broke any of them. The valets were stricter than her daddy and quick to use the slapper on her backside. A gold chain hung down below her buttocks so the valets could see at a glance that she was wearing her butt plug like all the rest of the girls. Gabby quickly found that she thrived in their strict world. "I have found my home away from home," Gabby thought and suppressed a smile that was trying to burst through to her lips.

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