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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "My Teacher, My Pet: The Sequel" (Part 2) (D/s, m/F, hmil, spnkng) [2/3]
Date: Fri,  5 Oct 2001 14:10:02 -0400
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My Teacher, My Pet -- The Sequel (D/s, m/F, humil., spnkng.)
By Don Winslow
Part 2
Taking a deep breath, Melissa pulled open the dirty glass door, and 
quickly stepped into the dingy interior of the sex shop.  Out of the 
corner of her eye, she saw the clerk, a young man in a sloppy tee shirt 
with stringy blond hair, straighten up on the high stool on which he 
perched, to regard her with interest.  The air was dusty, laden with 
the smell of stale cigarettes.  Her nostrils twitched with the acrid 
tang of lysol or some such disinfectant -- undoubtedly used to clean 
away unspeakable stains.
The sudden appearance of the attractive blonde in their midst caused a 
subtle stir among the all-male customers.  Some of the men were 
slovenly and unkempt, most in jeans and tee shirts or tank tops.  But 
among them were several who were surprisingly well-dressed, complete 
with polished shoes, suits and ties. They all milled about seemingly 
without purpose, idly fingering the girlie magazines; occasionally 
slipping off for a furtive trip to the booths in the back for god-
knows-what purpose. 
 
They glanced up to study this female interloper into their male world, 
instantly curious.   Was the possibility of sex in the air?  Eight 
pairs of male eyes took in the pretty blonde in the thin, body-hugging 
dress.  She felt the quick pass of their scrutiny over her lithe body, 
felt those eyes undressing her.  In a flash, she was reminded of the 
fact that she had nothing on under the thin cotton print.  She felt the 
blush come to her cheeks. But these men didn't stare, just gave her the 
once over and then hurriedly shifted their gazes, avoiding eye 
contact.for which Melissa was profoundly grateful. 
However, the same couldn't be said for the grinning clerk.  This kid 
was eyeing the good-looking woman up with a simmering leer, as though 
he thought she was one hot chick and that, for his part, he was ready 
to party.  The tense blonde studiously ignored him. After scanning the 
array of whips and chains, harnesses and similar leather restraints 
hanging from one wall, she sidled over to stand in front of the glass 
display case.
 
Quickly, with nervous gestures and a few words uttered from a dry 
throat, she managed to point out the things she wanted.  The grinning 
clerk was overly helpful.  Melissa had assembled her purchases on the 
counter and the kid with the shit-eatin' grin was adding them up, when, 
out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the door opening.  She half-
turned in surprise just as her lover stepped up behind her, snuggling 
up close to crane over her shoulder as though to inspect her purchases. 
He pressed his hips to her, and she could feel the bulging front of his 
jeans pressing hard into the yielding softness of her thinly-covered 
rump.  He reached around her to pick up the wooden paddle, flashing a 
conspiratorial grin at the leering clerk.  As he brought up the paddle 
to examine it more closely, he made a subtle move, grinding his hips 
against her butt.  Melissa flushed with the sudden heat.  The guy knew 
how to turn her on.
Stepping up beside the humiliated blonde in the dark glasses, he 
proceeded to ignore her as though she wasn't there, directly addressing 
the kid behind the counter.  
"Hey man, what's your name?"
  
"Mark," the porn clerk volunteered.
"Well, Mark, see it's like this.   My woman here" -- he slung an arm 
around Melissa's shoulders for a quick squeeze followed by a friendly 
tap on the behind - "she's got this thing about getting her butt 
whomped.  It really turns her own, doesn't it Babe?"
The two young guys waited, with Keith smiling at the mortified woman, 
who stood flushing with embarrassment at his side.  The tension 
mounted; no one moved.  Keith, a mischievous smile playing over his 
lips, gave the guy behind the counter a wink.  He was prepared to wait.  
He nudged her and got just the tiniest nod of the blond head.
"Tell Mark, Baby,"  he squeezed her shoulders again, coaxing an answer 
out of her, "tell him how you just love a good spankin'."
"No.Please, Keith., the agonized woman's urgent hiss was cut short by a 
swift slap on the rump.
 
"SMACK! -- Yeeouch".
"Whaddya call me?"
"I..mean .'M...Mr. Crosby'.  Please, I beg you, let's stop this," her 
voice fell into a low, desperate whisper.
Keith calmly reached up to remove her dark glasses, before grabbing her 
with both hands.  He ignored her weak struggling as he turned her to 
face him, looked into her eyes, and enunciated each word, slowly and 
clearly:  "Just say it!  Just tell the nice man that you love being 
spanked."
Melissa flushed to the roots of her hair with her horrid shame, her 
humiliation, and with something else - a deep sexual rush that added to 
her submissive excitement.  She looked down at the dusty wood floor; 
the two males could barely hear her whispered reply: "I like it.being 
sp.spanked."
The two guys exchanged wicked grins.
"See Mark, what I tell you?  She just can't enough of it.  Loves having 
her bottom warmed.  But the problem is:  I'm not sure this paddle's the 
right thing for the job," he said dubiously, tapping the thin wooden 
blade against the heel of an upraised palm.  "You know what I mean?  I 
mean, I think we should try it out first.  What do you think, Babe?"
Melissa Parker, burning with embarrassment, stood with blond head 
lowered, biting her lower lip, immobilized, rooted to the spot.
"Well, come on, now, ask the man real nice, and maybe he'll let us try 
it out?  Go on.ASK HIM!"
Melissa swallowed her deep-seated humiliation and after a couple of 
tries, managed to get out the required words: "Can we try it out?" she 
asked in little voice.
"Say 'Sir',"  her masterful lover warned her. "Now try again. And this 
time ask him if we can try it out on your ass."
Melissa, agonizing in sexual torment, gulped twice and took in a deep 
breath.  Then the humiliating  words came out in a heated rush."Can we 
try it out .on my ass, Sir?"
At the sexy words, the young porno clerk's unfolding cock surged into 
instant erection.  He was overjoyed; couldn't believe this was 
happening to him, right here, in the shop.  Sutter, his boss, had told 
him  stories about people who were into this sort of scene, wanted to 
act out their fantasies in the porn shop, but he never believed them.   
And now this.  A mature, good-looking woman, not some biker chick, but 
a real lady who this guy could make say things and do things..it was 
wild!  His throat was dry, and all he could do was nod his head in 
eager acquiescence.
He looked around furtively, to see if this conspiracy was being 
observed.  The other customers seemed to not to be notice the 
happenings at the cash register.  He leaned over the glass counter and 
lowered his voice as the two guys discussed the best way to conduct the 
"test".  Mark told them about a backroom, a storeroom that would be 
perfect.  He flipped over the "Closed" sign that hung on the glass 
door, and they waited for the last of the customers to make his way 
past the cash register, clutching his plain brown wrapped packages as 
he scuttled out the door.
The porn shop was in an old building; the stock room they were taken to 
was windowless, and high-ceilinged, with shelves that ran from floor to 
ceiling around three sides.  To access the top shelves, a ladder could 
be rolled around a track that ran around the top of the periphery.  
Keith instantly saw still another, and more interesting use for that 
ladder.
To Melissa Parker the scene became increasingly unreal, so unreal that 
she could only give herself up to be told what to do, to blindly follow 
orders as she let herself be maneuvered into place facing the ladder; 
automatically obeying when told  to reach up for a high rung.   By now 
she wearing the handcuffs, dangling from one wrist.  Once she was in 
pace, the cuffs were looped over the rung above her head then clamped 
on the other wrist so that the lithe blonde was stretched out full 
length along the ladder, her wrists secured to the rung high above her 
head.
Mark watched Keith go through the preparations in a business-like way, 
while all the while he stood there with a throbbing hardon and sweaty 
palms.  He longed to get his hands on that wonderful body, most of 
whose smoothened curves were left pleasingly bare by the little dress 
that stretched tautly over her shapely, womanly bottom as the girl set 
her heels in a widened her stance.  He shuddered from an overwhelming 
desire to get his hands on the ex-schoolteacher's superb, outstretched 
body.
But he resisted the urge to attack another man's woman, at least 
without an invitation - one he dearly hoped would come. Instead he 
watched fascinated and wildly excited, as Keith took up the paddle in 
his right hand, then paused to make some last minute adjustments to the 
girl's posture.   Mark watched him close up behind the pinioned girl.  
The kid whispered something in her ear, and she obediently assumed the 
mandated pose, pressing herself to the ladder and arching her back to 
present her soft ripe rump to his hand.
For Keith, this was always was a supreme heavenly moment.  The moment 
of realization that he owned this gorgeous ass!  He was aware of the 
admiring gaze of the other guy.  Melissa held herself tensely, her 
bottom thrust back as far as the restraining posture would allow.  Her 
breathing was deep and labored; her body tingling with electricity.  
She shifted in her mounting agitation, widening her heels, clenching 
her eyes tight.  
Her jutting rump fitted comfortably in the curved palm of her lover's 
big, warm hand.  He stroked her naked ass through the thin layer of the 
sheer cotton dress.  She gave an almost inaudible bleat as that hand 
lavishly squeezed and fondled her right cheek.  She was being felt up 
before the eager eyes of this other boy, and the fact that she knew he 
was watching only added to the intensity of the shock of pleasure that 
coursed through her.  He would soon witness her punishment.
End of Part 2
Comments:  dwin2001@yahoo.com
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