I'd just crossed my legs and sat up in bed when Bob came into the room and I felt like I was fourteen again, being videotaped in my underwear. The wave of embarrassment that washed over me owed a good deal to the sexy, squirmy feeling in my rectum, and my mental picture of how humiliating it would be to have my tell-tail discovered.
Bob started off with a little friendly teasing, but it got very difficult to take when he made me get off the bed and take my panties down to show him where I'd clipped my bush. I was worried he'd make me turn around, since if he got a glimpse of my rear he'd be sure to notice my tell-tail. But instead he got a kind of dreamy look and started telling me how pretty I was. I felt some pleasure hearing him say it, but the situation was so humiliating I wasn't able to spare much attention for compliments. Bob seemed to notice, and I thought he felt some pity for my obvious humiliation because he let me pull my panties up and sit down again.
I knew if I could just get to the toilet I could pull out the tell-tail and I'd be home free. Since Bob was feeling a little sorry for me, I thought I had a chance to talk him out of more punishment, or at least get permission to use the bathroom before he noticed anything. I tried to convince him that the punishment I was getting was too severe to be sexy, but he listened to what I had to say and then made it pretty clear he didn't buy it. When I realized this, I had a strange reaction. I thought: "He's not going to let me get away with anything!" Something in me reacted positively to this idea.
But then Bob asked me if I needed to use the bathroom, and when I answered truthfully that I needed to go pee-pee in the humiliating baby-talk I had to use, he gave me permission to go before continuing my punishment. So it looked like I was going to get away with what I'd been doing after all! I'd known I could hide my thoughts from Bob about trying to masturbate, but I was still surprised he didn't check my tell-tail after leaving me alone in my bedroom for nearly an hour. I hesitated about leaving for the bathroom, almost as if I wanted to give him more of a chance to catch me. But then I realized that the reason he wasn't suspicious was probably that he couldn't imagine I'd be such a slut as to try to masturbate with him due to arrive any minute!
That got me moving! I'd been hiding my excessive sexual appetites from boys most of my life, and I was frightened to think of Bob being repelled by something I did. He already knew a lot about me, and seemed to enjoy playing along with my fantasies, but I was sure he didn't really understand how driven I was to degrade myself. If he ever saw me lose control as I did sometimes when I was masturbating, rubbing myself to orgasm over and over like a rutting animal until I made myself sore, I was sure he'd become disgusted with me.
As soon as I got to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, I was able to pull out the little tell-tail. I moved quickly to wipe it off and hide it in a small drawer below the sink, afraid Bob might walk by the partially open door and see me with it. Then I heaved a sigh of relief and finished what I'd come for. When I got back to my bedroom I saw Bob seated on my bed, looking at the sheets of paper where I'd written out my fantasies. At that point I couldn't remember any of the scenarios I'd come up with, but I had a good idea of how explicit and nasty they were, and felt a thrill of shame. How could Bob continue to like me, seeing all the filthy ideas I'd thought up?!
But when Bob looked up I noticed he was smiling, not the least bit shocked by the things I'd written. I suddenly felt tremendous relief as I realized the fears I'd been been building up in my mind were irrational. OBVIOUSLY Bob enjoyed reading my fantasies! That's why he'd told me to write them down, so he could use some of the humiliations I fantasized about to substitute for paddling! And he enjoyed the idea of punishing me that way, I knew he did! I'd been silly thinking Bob would be disgusted! Suddenly I started feeling embarrassed in a sexy way again, thinking about what was going to happen next.
Bob smiled at me and waved the sheets as if to fan himself. "These are very naughty fantasies, Kim! I'm going to have fun with some of these when you beg me to let you out of paddling!" Bob paused for a few seconds, watching me react to his teasing. My face felt as hot as an oven and I started feeling sexually aroused again. What had I written on those sheets?
"One thing, though," Bob continued, looking at the sheets quizzically. "There doesn't seem to be as much here as I expected. Were you wasting time up here while you were supposed to be writing down your punishments?"
"Uh . . . Yes, sir," I answered, with a sinking feeling in my stomach. "I, uh, kind of got sidetracked and wasted . . . maybe twenty minutes when I should have been doing what you told me." At least I didn't have to tell him HOW I got sidetracked!
"Well then you should be paddled for being disobedient, shouldn't you?"
Bob waited until I had to nod my head. Of course I knew I was going to get it for ignoring Bob's orders, and I had the sudden thought that I wasn't getting off scot-free for trying to masturbate after all! Bob picked up the paddle from where he'd laid it on the table before he spoke again.
"Get into the position on your bed that you use when you fantasize about being paddled."
I didn't dare hesitate. I got the two sofa cushions out of my closet, then placed them lengthwise across my bed, one on top of the other, red-faced at having Bob see the preparations I made when I was getting ready to masturbate. Then I had to take off my underwear again -- Bob was clever to let me keep myself covered part of the time, because it was so embarrassing to strip again later -- and drape myself over the cushions, ass uppermost, with my knees spread. It was nearly the same position I'd been in down in the living room, and the feeling I had of being fourteen with a boy videotaping me became achingly real again.
I didn't think I could hold still for a paddling, so I asked Bob to constrain me again. I heard his voice saying something, and suddenly my knees were forced forward against the cushions, the way the punishment machine would bend them to make the muscles in my buttocks taut. I gave a little whimper when Bob moved behind me and I sensed him getting ready to swing the paddle.
I just got warm-up slaps at the beginning, and I didn't feel very sore, but the impact built up quickly. Then the full-strength smacks started again, and it was just the same as before, white explosions of pain on my behind, going on an interminable time, but with a kind of weird double-exposure feeling, like maybe the smacks didn't hurt so much after all. I wasn't really sure how to interpret the doubled perception, but the part of my mind that was afraid of pain assured me that the paddling still hurt a lot! Bob switched sides about halfway through, and when he finally finished, I was very close to bawling like a baby. But I managed to keep control, and I was proud of myself for that.
A moment after I'd gotten the last slap of my paddling, I felt Bob's fingers trailing gently across the cheeks of my bottom again, and I realized how tender and warm it felt, how his fingers seemed almost to go under the skin and touch my nerves directly. And feeling Bob touching me there made me aware of how helpless I was. I was still in paddling position, and Bob could decide to give me more any time he wanted. What could I do? I felt tears in my eyes.
"Are you sorry for being disobedient, Kim?" I heard Bob ask.
"Yes, sir," I answered in a weepy voice. "I'm really sorry. I promise I've learned my lesson!" I was careful not to say I'd never do it again, since I didn't want to be caught in a lie. I was sure I would be disobedient again if I was horny and thought I could get away with masturbating!
"All right," Bob said. "That's all done with now. But you still have forty more smacks coming from before, for leaving the tape where I could find it." I was still thinking about the double-exposure feeling I'd had about how painful the paddle felt, but double-exposure or not I knew I'd be bawling my eyes out if I had to take forty more right now!
"Don't you?" Bob added insistently, wanting my agreement about the paddling I still had coming.
"Yes, please sir though," I said, not very grammatically but wanting to get the alternative mentioned quickly, "Can I have some other punishment to get out of more paddling?"
"Well. . .," Bob seemed to hesitate and I held my breath. "I WAS thinking I'd let you out of some smacks if you're extremely obedient. I'll give you directions that you'll find embarrassing, and you'd have to do what you're told immediately. Do you want to try to do that?"
"Yes, sir!" I answered! "Please! I'll do exactly what you say!"
"Even if I tell you to do embarrassing things outdoors, where other people might see you? You'd have to trust me you know, not think about what I tell you to do, just obey immediately." Bob paused a moment, then added, "I promise I won't make you do anything to get you arrested for indecent ex- posure or anything, but you have to promise to obey without hesitation. Do you agree to that?"
"Ohhhh," I moaned, as I slowly took in what Bob was asking. "Yes, I promise." It had to be preferable to more paddling! I wasn't absolutely certain what Bob was going to have me do, but I thought I could probably trust him not to make it too awful.
Bob let me get up off the bed, still nude, and told me to put on a cut-off shirt and shorts with an elastic waist. I quickly found what he wanted in my chiffonier and put them on, relieved to be covered again. I wasn't allowed any underwear though, and I knew it was obvious I wasn't wearing a bra. That was pretty brazen in a cut-off, so I was very self-conscious about going outdoors like this. After I pulled on some tennis shoes, Bob beckoned me over to stand in front of him.
"Did you ever hear the phrase, 'Assume the position,' in college, Kim?"
"I . . . I think so," I answered, flushing again. "Like in Fraternity initiations?"
I'd actually heard the phrase in high school, where a Sorority I knew about gave girls bare bottom paddlings for initiations. There was a story that one girl had a crush on a boy, and the Sorority invited him to come watch her get paddled, and even let him give her some smacks. She didn't know he was there until afterward, because she was blindfolded. I fantasized about that a lot after I heard it and thought about trying to join, imagining they might invite David Cole to paddle me. But I lost my nerve when I talked to a friend in the Sorority and found that one of the sisters didn't want to let me join.
Anyway, when Bob said, "Assume the position," I had to drop my shorts down to my ankles and bend over with my hands on my knees.
"And I want you to thrust your bottom out, Kim, as if you're trying to make it a good target for the paddle. Do you understand?"
I was humiliated by the picture, but answered submissively, "Yes, sir."
"OK," Bob said, "Assume the position."
I immediately pulled my shorts down and let them fell to my ankles, then bent over and put my hands on her knees and stuck my bottom out. I saw my face in my dresser mirror as I did this, and it was as red as a beet.
"Not quite right," Bob said. "I want your bottom oriented so I can easily give it a slap with my right hand, or a paddle if I'm holding one." I immediately turned through ninety degrees, and Bob gave me a mild slap on the rear that made me jump.
"And I want you to spread your legs a little," Bob added. "So you'll have to step one foot out of your shorts after you drop them." I obeyed quickly and Bob gave me another even milder slap that made me jump again. Then Bob brushed me lightly a few times on the back of my legs and I gave a little moaning cry.
"When I say, 'Good girl!' you can pull your shorts up," Bob said. I quivered, but didn't move until Bob said, "Good girl!" I pulled up my shorts immediately, and then stood watching Bob to see what he wanted me to do next. Bob stood up and walked over to sit on the bed.
"Assume the position," he said again.
I immediately moved over next to him and dropped my shorts again, taking up the position he wanted with my bottom thrust out in easy reach of his right hand. I was determined to do what I was told.
"Good girl," Bob said, and I pulled up my shorts again.
"Very good, Kim," Bob said, "Now do you think you can obey without hesitation if we're outdoors, even when you think someone else might see you?"
I tried to overcome my humiliation enough to think. "I know I promised I would, and I don't want another paddling, but can I please ask a question?"
"Yes." Bob sounded like he was being patient with me.
"Well, look," I suddenly found myself reticent. "I guess I want to start by saying something, Bob." I was unable to meet his eyes as I continued. "I might have told you a couple of fantasies I've had about being humiliated in public, but those weren't the same kind as the others. I mean I just used fantasies like that when . . .," I choked up a little, ". . . when I was kind of insensitive because I'd been playing with my . . . button too much and wanted to get off one more time. But I don't think I could stand to have those fantasies happen in real life. They're too extreme." I looked directly at Bob with a pleading expression and then dropped my eyes again.
"I know that, Kim," Bob said. "I know the difference, and you don't have to worry about that."
"Well. . .," I felt a little less frightened. "Here's my question, then. Ah . . . You say you're not going to make me do anything that'll get me arrested for indecent exposure, and I really do trust you. I mean . . . I think you're nice, you really wouldn't do anything to me that would get me arrested, would you?"
"No," he said quickly, "I wouldn't."
I felt relieved, as if I hadn't really known what he was intending until he gave me this second reassurance. "But then if we're outdoors and I notice anyone around and you tell me . . .," I felt an onrush of shame again and dropped my voice, "to Assume the Position, it's got to be a hypnotic illusion that there's anyone there, right? I mean otherwise . . . in public and ev- erything . . . if I stripped like that . . . "
"Yes, you might be right, if you're out in plain sight." I was listening with intense attention as Bob continued. "But you know mooning is starting up again and there's a lot of it going on in Cambridge with all the colleges nearby. And maybe you'll hear people behind you but I'll know there's something blocking their view so they can't see you very well. Just get a glimpse, so they're not really sure what they saw. That's not really indecent exposure. You'll just be flashing your ass at them a little."
I felt a bit panicky about what Bob was describing. "But what if someone else can see me, someone you don't notice, or . . ."
"You can be confident," Bob interrupted, "that I'll be careful. And of course any situation I put you in might also be an illusion. You have to trust me and just do what you're told. Do you think you can do that?"
"God, Bob," I answered, almost in tears, "I've always been so shy and right now I feel just like I'm fourteen -- I'm so hypersensitive. I promise I'll try as hard as I can."
"OK, that's good enough for now. And you'll get out of some of your paddling for being obedient."
Suddenly Bob stood up and told me to walk with him. I followed him downstairs and out of the house, then he took my arm and had me walk beside him down the street away from Mass Ave, cutting past the Harvard Women's Dorms. I figured that a lot of the time Bob was going to use hypnotic illusions to make me think I was in public so I'd find it difficult to Assume the Position. I was trying to program myself not to think when Bob told me to do it: just drop my shorts and bend over without thinking. But I didn't think it could be an illusion that we were really outdoors right now! I'd walked in this area a lot and I knew where we were, entering a parking lot right behind one of the Dorm buildings, not a busy area but I heard some voices of people walking behind us, at least two girls and two boys who sounded student age.
"You're not allowed to look behind you Kim," Bob said, looking back himself, and I got a queasy feeling in my stomach. I heard one of the girls say something about Proust, maybe twenty feet behind us.
Then: "All right, Kim," Bob said, "Assume the position."
I reached for the waistband of my shorts, but then I couldn't stop myself: I looked back over my shoulder.
It was strange. What I saw didn't belong. All around me was a street, a sunny day, June greenery, but the view behind was a picture on a wall, and the wall looked kind of dim and very close behind us. I knew the picture very well because I had one just like it in my room. Suddenly the view behind me opened up, as if I'd been looking through the wrong end of a telescope, and I realized there were walls all around us! We were still in my own room, not outdoors at all! It had all been an illusion!
I'd been paralyzed for a moment at the strange sight of the picture on the wall, but now I quickly dropped my shorts to my ankles and moved my left foot out to spread my legs. Then I bent over with my hands on my knees and my bottom thrust out, presenting myself to Bob. But I knew I hadn't done what I was supposed to, so now I was going to get it!
When Kim came back from taking out her tell-tail in the bathroom, she was obviously unhappy about something. I quickly learned she was frightened I'd think she was disgusting when I read her humiliation fantasies. Also, she'd just been thinking about how I hadn't thought to check her tell-tail, and decided it was because I didn't realize how oversexed she was. She was convinced that when I learned about her excessive sexual appetites I'd stop liking her.
I was constantly amazed at how insecure Kim was about her sexuality! I'd reassured her two or three times already that nothing she did was going to make me think she was disgusting, but clearly I had to do it again. I put her in deep trance for a few minutes and made it clear to her that I was enjoying reading her fantasies, that I thought they were erotic! I pointed out that I'd MADE her write out her fantasies this way, so I could use them to embarrass her. But I was only trying to embarrass her in a nice, sexy way, the way she pictured it in her fantasies. I made sure she accepted all this, that she realized the fears she'd been building up in her mind were irrational. At the end, she told me that she was starting to feel embarrassed in a sexy way again, so I brought her out of trance.
I'd decided to give her extra paddling for wasting time while she was supposed to be writing down punishments. That way I could give her the feeling she seemed to want that she wasn't getting away with trying to masturbate while she was under my orders. After she admitted she'd wasted time, I told her to get into her fantasy position for being paddled, and watched her shamefaced preparations with the sofa cushions, enjoying it a good deal. She looked so cute and serious as she forced herself to prepare for the paddling she was convinced she deserved!
Once she was in position, I examined Kim's buttocks carefully for bruising, but was surprised to see they were no longer even red, just a kind of a rosy pink. This kind of resilience was right outside my experience with Julie. I thought of making the smacks harder from now on, but decided to finish up the session the same way I'd started. Kim seemed to be intimidated enough already, and I didn't want to get overly enthusiastic and maybe go beyond her limits while this was all new to her.
I started her off with a mild swat, then built it up over about sixty seconds. At the end, I reminded Kim's unconscious of how the slaps were supposed to feel, just the way they had earlier, then gave her fifteen good hard slaps. Kim cried out as the slaps landed just as she had earlier, "Please!" and "No!" and "I'll be good!" After the first few strokes, she began trembling as if she was struggling against the hypnotic restraints, but I didn't even slow down and after a short time she seemed to give up, continuing to yelp as the smacks landed. After finishing on her left, I moved around the bed and continued with fifteen more slaps from Kim's right side. When I finished, her bottom was bright red again.
I reminded Kim she still had forty more smacks coming, and she started begging for alternate punishments, just as I'd expected. She knew that the alternatives would involve the kind of humiliation scenarios she pictured in her fantasies, but she was sufficiently intimidated to prefer that to more paddling. I made it clear that the first punishment I had in mind would have her doing humiliating things outdoors, even if she thought people might see her. That obviously worried her, but it didn't make her change her mind and ask to be paddled instead.
I got Kim dressed and taught her to Assume the position, a lot of fun all by itself because of how red-faced she got. I reminded her she had to obey immediately once we got outdoors, and that made her want reassurance that I wasn't taking literally some of her more extreme fantasies about being humiliated in public. At the end she promised to try as hard as she could to be obedient, and I decided that was good enough.
I didn't want to really take her out in public to begin with, so I got her to walk with me back and forth in the upstairs hall. I told her to take her time and imagine walking on a route she was familiar with, describing it to me as we went. I suggested she walk to a slightly deserted area, and after a few minutes she described us walking into a parking lot behind one of the Harvard Dorm buildings. Then I got her to imagine she heard voices of a group of college students close behind us, obviously in plain sight, at least two boys and two girls. I led her back into her own room and had her walk in place, then spoke to her normally.
"You're not allowed to look behind you, Kim," I said, pretending to look behind us myself, and I felt Kim begin to tremble slightly. I waited until she was flushing heavily before I spoke again.
Then I said, "All right, Kim, Assume the position."
Kim reached for the waistband of her shorts, but then couldn't resist looking back over her shoulder. I'd told her that if she did what I told her, she'd hear the group behind us suddenly turn a corner out of earshot, clearly not having seen Kim bare-assed. Then we could continue our walk and I could try a few other things. But if Kim looked back she'd see her own room behind her, and she'd quickly realize where she was. I watched Kim's dawning com- prehension as she looked behind her, and then her look of horror as realized she'd been disobedient in a perfectly safe situation. Kim suddenly dropped her shorts to her ankles and spread her legs, then bent over and thrust her bottom out as if she was trying to make up for being disobedient by presenting her ass with particular prominence. Well in a way, Kim was going to make up for it that way.
"I constrain you in that position, Kim," I said, and watched as she froze in place, then I went and got the paddle from the table where I'd left it. I asked Kim's unconscious and she told me she would have gotten out of six smacks if she'd done what she was supposed to, so I decided to give her that number. I brought the paddle lightly across Kim's bottom, then swung it back and whipped it forward hard. Kim shrieked at the smack, full paddling strength, and I did it again and she yelped again and then started begging me to stop. She stayed in position perfectly, rocking forward with each slap, but keeping her balance as she was supposed to.
After six smacks Kim's bottom was a very bright red along the bands where the paddle had connected, and of course she was still thrusting it out provocatively, as if begging for more.
"Are you going to be obedient from now on," I asked, "Do what you're told without thinking about it?"
"Yes, Bob! Please! I promise!"
"No matter how many people you think are around? No matter what I tell you to do?"
"Yes, sir! I promise!"
"Aside Kim, but you'll hear this," I said. "You're going to be compulsively truthful again." I waited a moment while that sunk in, so she knew she wouldn't be able to lie, then went on, "Now in a minute I'm going to ask you those questions again. Then I'll paddle you until you're able to answer truthfully that you'll be obedient. Do you understand?"
"Ohhh. Yes, sir," Kim answered in a frightened voice. Peggy let me know that Kim was frightened, wondering how much of a paddling she was in for.
"OK," I said. "You can take a few moments to answer this -- try to enter a frame of mind where you can answer, 'Yes,' truthfully . . . Are you going to do what you're told in future, without hesitation?"
Kim spent a long moment in thought, and then I suddenly heard Peggy's voice.
"Aside. Kim is trying to fix on the idea that everything you order her to do will be an illusion. No matter what you tell her, even if there are people around, she'll be able to do it because it's just an illusion.
"Yes," I heard Kim's voice answer immediately afterward, "I'll do whatever you tell me without hesitation."
I thought about this for a moment, and realized I didn't like this idea that everything I told her to do was part of an illusion. I wanted to be more unpredictable than that. Then I had an idea.
"What if I took you right outside our house on the front steps, Kim, and told you to assume the position. Would you do it?"
"Kim thinks that has to be in illusion," said Peggy's voice. Then Kim answered: "Yes, sir."
"OK," I said, "you no longer have to be compulsively truthful." I realized Kim was still in position and I added, "Good girl!" so she was able to move again. She quickly pulled up her shorts, and unthinkingly rubbed her bottom a little with the palms of her hands, wincing. Then I told her to walk with me.
I took Kim downstairs, and out the front door, then stopped on the front steps and looked carefully at her face. She looked kind of dreamy, and I suddenly heard Peggy's voice.
"Kim thinks this is all an illusion."
I was just a little concerned. "Aside, Kim," I said. "Are you OK? I'm thinking of telling you to assume the position, but keeping you from really doing it, then pointing out that this is real. But I don't want it to be too much of a shock for you. Are you having a problem telling illusions from reality?"
Kim hesitated a moment, then said, "Aside. Of course I'm having trouble telling illusions from reality. That hypnotic illusion of walking to the Harvard dorms just now seemed real, and I believed it was reality. But I'm not unstable or anything."
I had to admit that sounded reasonable. Then I heard Peggy's voice, kind of gloating, "That's a really neat punishment. No harm done, but Kim will be terribly ashamed of herself."
OK, then. "Aside, Kim," I said, "You won't notice my hand holding the waistband of your shorts in back until after you try to pull them down." I took a firm grip on Kim's waistband. There were a few people on the street, but they were a good distance away, and I thought this would all look pretty innocent anyway.
"OK, Kim," I said, "Assume the position."
Kim didn't hesitate, she tried to pull her shorts down immediately, but with my hand holding them up in back she only got the front part down slightly under her belly button. She reached behind her and felt my hand, looking at me in a slightly puzzled way, then tried again, but I kept a firm grip. Good, this would just look like she was adjusting the waistband of her shorts even to a nearby observer. Kim hesitated and looked at me a little uncertainly.
"This is real, Kim," I said. "I didn't want you to really strip on the front steps of our house. You don't have to keep trying." And I added, "Good girl," just in case she was feeling tremendously literal.
Kim suddenly looked around her wide-eyed. Then her face went white and she swayed slightly, so I put my arm around her shoulders to steady her. Then Kim got the deepest flush I'd seen yet, and she ducked back inside the door of the house as if to hide. I moved with her, but she was obviously feeling steady again -- she'd moved like a tennis player just now -- and I took my arm from around her. She didn't want that, and moved toward me to hug me, clearly needing to be comforted, and after a second I hugged her back. I felt strangely touched by this. Here Kim was looking to me for comfort, and I was the one who'd put her in this position that humiliated her so. She somehow didn't seem to have it in her to blame me -- to hold me responsible. I heard Peggy's voice a moment later letting me know Kim's thoughts, since they were emotionally important to her.
"Aside. Kim is terribly ashamed, thinking she almost dropped her shorts and stuck her ass out on the front steps. What if Bob hadn't grabbed the waistband in time?"
"I was holding your waistband in advance, Kim," I said. "You just didn't know it. There wasn't any danger."
Kim stared at me, surprised for a moment that I knew what she was thinking. "But Bob," she said, "what do you think it looked like to someone who might have been watching?"
I stopped hugging Kim and stepped away again when I realized she was starting to rub herself against me. I don't think she'd been aware she was moving sexually, she was just so sensitive and horny it was instinctual.
"It looked like I'm your boyfriend so I'm entitled to hold your waistband in back," I said. "And then you started adjusting your shorts or something. It didn't look like you were trying to strip."
She took a moment to think about this, obviously calming down, but continuing to look very flushed. I needed a drink of water, and I moved into the kitchen to get it. Kim followed, and continued to share her thoughts with me in Peggy's voice.
"Aside. Kim is thinking that now that she can't believe everything is an illusion, she's not sure she'll be able to obey without hesitation anymore." Then a moment later, I heard Peggy's voice again, "But now Kim thinks she can do what she's told and ignore her embarrassment by putting complete trust in you. That you wouldn't ever make her do anything she couldn't stand. Like you kept her from pulling her shorts down on the steps just now."
God Damn it! Sure I did, after making her try to pull them down in the first place. Having Kim say she'd trust me absolutely after the situation I'd just put her in sounded ridiculous. Irrational! But then I realized what it might mean, and I heard Kim's voice, not Peggy's, verify it almost immediately.
"Aside," Kim said. "I think I'm in love with Bob, and that's why I feel I can trust him completely. I'm sure he cares about me. And . . . yes . . . I love him."
God. I wanted to end this punishment right now and have sex with Kim. Maybe I should even say I wanted to make love with Kim.
"Aside, Kim," I said. "Tell me how much of your paddling you have left."
"Aside. Kim still has thirty smacks coming. She got out of ten for what she had to do on the front steps." It was Peggy's voice, keeping track. Shit, this could take forever! Kim hadn't even given herself credit for the six smacks she got when she looked back over her shoulder.
"Aside. Would Kim feel all right about it later if I let her out of the rest of her punishment to have sex with her now?"
"Oh, no!" Peggy sounded scandalized. "Kim needs to feel that she can't get away with anything. She'll miss out on most of the erotic effect of being controlled if you go too easy on her!"
I thought for a moment and came up with a punishment I thought I could use to burn up a lot of her paddling quickly and get her ready for sex at the same time. I finished my water and led Kim upstairs.
When we got upstairs. Bob told me he was going to finish my punishment with one of the fantasies I had about being in the punishment machine.
"Do you remember the punishment where the machine is tantalizing you and you're not allowed to move? I want you to get yourself into position for that!"
Oh! Bob knew about the punishment machine! I wanted to crawl under the bed and hide, but of course I didn't dare disobey. I had to strip again, of course, and a minute later I was back in position over the cushions with my legs spread. I wasn't pushing my knees forward yet, but I knew that would happen if I moved while I was being tantalized. I assumed Bob was going to take the place of the machine in tantalizing me and paddling me for moving, and I whimpered a little when I felt him sit down near the foot of my bed on my left.
I imagined I felt the rubber forms the machine had begin to cup my breasts, and suddenly I was feeling a sensation that was no illusion, as something began to tittilate my left nipple, sending a sudden wave of sensation into my body. It took me several seconds to realize I must be doing it myself without being aware of it, cupping my breasts with my hands and manipulating my nipple under hypnotic compulsion.
Suddenly I heard a clicking from down around my knees, and it reminded me of the sound I imagined when one of the machine's manipulators clicked into position between my legs. A moment later, I felt a feather touch on my vagina, moving slowly around in a circle and making glancing contact with my clitoris. I groaned when I felt it, then realized I'd lost all perception of Bob being near me on the bed, or even being on the bed myself! I couldn't see or hear anything outside myself -- it was the kind of sensory deprivation I imagined when I was cocooned inside the punishment machine! The only sensations I felt were the tantalizing touches on my vagina, and exciting manipulation of my left nipple, suddenly switching to my right nipple the way I did when I was masturbating. But it didn't feel like I was doing it at all! It felt like the machine was really there, tantalizing me!
I knew I was supposed to hold still, and I tried to concentrate on that, but soon the feather-like touches between my legs were all I could think about. I started to pant after about thirty seconds and a short time later I was lubricating copiously. I tried as hard as I could to hold still, but I was so horny that I couldn't keep it up for long, especially since the contact against my clitoris was becoming less and less tentative, so that I wanted to rub against it. About a ninety seconds after I felt the first touch by the machine, I couldn't resist thrusting my hips against the contact. So I knew then I was going to get paddled for moving. But it didn't happen right away! I was able to keep thrusting myself against the exciting contact for almost a minute, until I thought I was only ten or fifteen seconds away from orgasm! When the contact stopped, I kept thrusting, hoping it would start again, and I had a sudden picture of what I must look like from behind where I knew Bob must be viewing me. As I pictured that I felt a wave of erotic shame that made me even more excited!
Suddenly I felt the machine pushing me into paddling position, forcing my knees forward so the muscles in my behind would be taut. Once I reached that position, I had just a moment to feel a different kind of anticipation, when I suddenly felt a full strength slap on my behind and shrieked. Or was it a relatively mild slap? There was that feeling of double exposure again! I got three or four more of those terribly hard (relatively mild) slaps, and then the machine returned me to the more relaxed posture where it tantalized me. Moving from one configuration to another took several seconds, but I wanted it to take a lot longer; I was being tortured in both positions.
My bottom was stinging when the manipulation started on my left nipple and I felt the exciting contact against my clitoris again. My stinging buttocks made me feel even more erotic, uncontrolled, and in fifteen seconds I felt something that was like a girdle of pleasure start moving me up and down, completely irresistible. When the contact against my clitoris stopped this time I cried out and tried to move my right hand to touch myself. I was surprised to discover that my hand was in a position where I could just reach between my legs if I pushed my hips down very hard against some kind of resistence. I only had a chance to masturbate against my finger for a few strokes, but I almost convinced myself it was enough when I felt the machine pushing me back into the paddling position. When I lost contact with my finger, I felt terrible frustration. Then the paddling started again, and I was shrieking as the painful (or relatively mild) slaps landed. At the end, the machine started moving me back to the tantalizing position, and I began to feel almost panicky.
"Please Bob," I cried out, "Please stop! I need to stop for awhile!"
I was surprised when this actually worked. I somehow sensed the machine going into neutral or something, and then Bob's voice.
"Well, Kim, I think I can let you out of the rest of your punishment now if you'd be willing to do a favor for me."
"Anything, Bob," I cried out. I could hardly believe it! My punishment would be over!
"I've gotten pretty horny watching you squirm around," Bob said, "so what I want you to do is bring me off."
"Yes," I said, "Gladly! Please let me up and I'll do anything you want!"
Suddenly the restraints I'd been feeling that were holding me in the machine snapped open, and I was free.
I got up from the bed, feeling my stingy bottom and very sensitive between my legs, still terribly aroused. Bob came to move the sofa cushions off my bed, than lay down on my bed on his back and gestured for me to come over. I was still nude and terribly embarrassed about it, but I suppose Bob was enjoying it more that way. I was expected to be submissive and bring him off.
"Do you want me to take your clothes off for you, Bob," I asked, sitting down next to him.
"Yes," he said, seeming to relax more as he lay back
I pulled Bob's shirt up and he raised his arms to let me pull it off. Then I reached for his fly, and saw he had a very hard erection. It made me even more embarrassed somehow. I was nude and ordered to undress Bob, and I'd never seen him nude before. I was already terribly aroused, and the prospect of seeing Bob erect added to my feeling and made me even more conscious of it. I got a little confused with the buckle of Bob's shorts, but finally I had it open, and then got the zipper down. Bob raised himself to let me pull them down, and then I realized I had to do it all over again with his jocky shorts. I got the shorts snagged on his erection and started feeling flustered, but I finally had everything off and got terrible excited looking down at Bob's erect penis.
I'd never really done oral sex before -- Brian had been my only boyfriend who'd suggested it, just when we were near to breaking up, and it felt wrong to start doing it then. But I'd watched some X-rated films and read a few books and I'd fantasized about it a lot, so I thought I knew what to do. Bob's penis was nice and solid looking but he wasn't a a porn star or anything, and I'd read that the most important thing was to take it deeply into the throat, to overcome the gag reflex and make it go in deep. I suddenly realized that I wanted to do this a lot. I could feel some twinges between my legs, and I knew this was turning me on -- as if I needed more of that! Even if I wouldn't get to come myself, I could enjoy this, and then maybe afterward Bob would do something nice for me. I was soooo horny! I reached down and put my hand on Bob's penis, then brought my mouth down and was just about to bring the tip between my lips when he spoke.
"But I don't want you to do it like that, Kim," he said.
I was suddenly sure I'd done something terribly wrong because of my inexperience, and I froze with my mouth in a silly O shape. I looked up a Bob's face, but he didn't look angry with me. He looked like he'd been en- joying what I was doing.
"I'm sorry, Bob," I said. "What was I doing wrong?"
"I don't want you to do it orally Kim," Bob said. "I want you to get on top and put my penis inside you, then ride up and down on it!"
"Bob!" I said, feeling almost shocked. "I'm feeling so horny myself!" I looked at Bob's face carefully, but I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. I knew my punishment wasn't over yet. I still had ten smacks coming, and Bob had said this was a favor for him, and I'd get out of the rest of my punishment for it. He surely wasn't going to let me come.
"I guess you've got some sort of hypnotic compulsion to keep me from reaching orgasm, Bob," I said, flushing. For the first time I thought Bob was being really mean. "But I don't know if it will work. I'm warning you that if I do this, I might come myself. It's not my fault if I'm not able to keep from coming even under hypnosis!"
Bob didn't say anything and I started to try to do what he'd told me, putting my left knee beside his right hip, then swinging my other leg over to straddle him. God, I hoped I would reach orgasm! I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to ride up and down on Bob's erection for a few minutes until he came and then have to do without it myself. That was so MEAN! But I guess that was the point, since this was the last part of my punishment.
Kim got my shirt off all right, but she got so fumble-fingered with my fly and pulling off my shorts that I felt like she was tickling me, and it was all I could do not to start giggling and push her away. Finally she had my shorts off and sat looking down at my erection with a fascinated expression. I had to admit that I felt a little embarrassed myself about being observed like this, and I started flushing. But I kept reminding myself that Kim had to do what I told her and after a moment I felt in control again, just terribly excited.
Peggy made it clear that Kim thought she was still being punished and had to give me oral sex, with no chance of getting off herself until I was satisfied. I let her get ready to do that, and just stopped her as she was about to take my cock into her mouth. When I said I didn't want her to do it that way, she looked startled, then waited for me to tell her what to do. I looked up at Kim's body, breasts rounded and pendulous as she bent over me, with the little cupid O of her mouth pursed to go around my penis. Even her hand at the base of my penis was exciting, and I was glad I'd climaxed an hour before, so I'd be able to last longer now.
I told her I wanted her to straddle me and let me come into her, and she flushed in a new way, almost as if she was angry with me! Then she made it clear that she thought I was going to keep her from coming while I got off, and I was being mean to make her get so excited bringing me off while she had to stay frustrated. But then she became completely submissive again and started doing what I'd told her.
Aside, Kim," I said, "you'll unconsciously try to control yourself, not reach climax until I say you can. Ah . . . except I don't want you to make yourself feel bad to keep from reaching orgasm. I want you to feel good and erotic through this, and if that means you have to come before I do it's OK." Then I shut up as Kim got my cock inserted and started moving down on me.
God! The sensation of having Kim slide down on my cock was unbelievable! She was just like butter in there, so slick! And it was like she was flexing the muscles of her vagina to add to the constriction. I groaned and moved my hips up to push further into her, and then she started humping up and down slowly on my erection. I put my hands on her breasts, cupping them and playing with the nipples, and she started moving faster. Then I reached one hand behind her and gave her a little slap on the bottom. Kim gave a little crooning cry and started moving frenetically up and down on my penis, and I was thrusting hard into her and I reached around behind her again. . .
"Aside, Bob," I heard Kim say, "I'm going to come in about ten seconds."
"Aside, Kim," I groaned, "You can come whenever you want." And I pinched her right nipple which made Kim shriek with erotic excitement. I slapped Kim on the ass again, and she screamed, "PLEASE!" Then I pulled her down to me so her breasts were against my chest and kissed her lips. She was building to climax, quivering, thrusting, making short staccato squeals, and then she came -- I could feel her convulsive contractions around my cock, and I heard her scream, full-voiced. I was so close myself that I didn't know if I could last much longer, but then Kim seemed to be slowing down, finishing her orgasm, and I wondered if I'd waited too long.
But then Kim started moving galvanically again and I could feel a new set of contractions. I cried out and started to thrust into her spasmodically, and she responded with even greater abandon, screaming with excitement. It made me scream too as I started coming, long slow thrusts that went on and on, like I had gallons to spurt and Kim was hugging me so hard and screaming and crying and then I could feel her start to come again.
I was finally done and I was going soft, but Kim was obviously still going strong, so I pulled out and placed my hand down between her legs and touched her clitoris with my finger, letting her rub against it. I used my mouth to give her left nipple a little bite and she started shaking with another orgasm. There seemed to be no end to her desire. I sat up and moved down on the bed, then pulled Kim so her bottom was over my knee, but kept my hand between her legs, my finger moving in and out of her vagina. Then I slapped her ass a few times with my right hand Suddenly I heard words trying to break through Kim's erotic hysteria.
"Aside. Spank me harder Bob. Harder!"
So I really swatted her ass good and hard, and she started to come again, thrusting desperately against my hand, always moving her ass up just as I was bringing my hand down with another slap. But after she came this time she seemed to be trying to slow down, and I heard her voice again.
"Aside. I should stop now. I don't want to do it too much."
So I lay back down next to her and took my hand from between her legs. Then I just touched her gently for awhile, all over her body but especially her breasts She was crying gently and hugging me, so I kissed her face and wiped the tears from her eyes.
After we were both breathing almost normally again I said, "Aside, Kim, I want you to take a rest period now." I'd already told Kim what that meant, but I spelled it out again to be sure.
"You'll lose all your sexual compulsions until you get horny again. And you won't feel horny until, uh, 9:00 tonight. And not even then unless you really feel like it." That was almost eight hours rest, I thought, which seemed reasonable. "You'll just feel sexually satisfied until then, without any erotic sensations."
"Bob," Kim suddenly looked at me surprised. "I've lost that awful feeling of modesty. I feel normal being in bed with you in the nude." Then she blushed, "I mean . . . of course it's the first time . . . you know what I mean!"
"This is a rest period," I said. "You need to be able to relax, to stop thinking about sex and feeling on the spot all the time, so you'll be able to attend classes and study and so on. You won't feel any compulsions of any kind until late tonight, when you might start feeling sexy again." I looked at my watch. "Look, it's one-fifteen. Are you starving, or can you wait a little while to eat? I bought some things yesterday for a picnic, and I was thinking we could go to Walden pond. I could get us there by two or a little later, and we can take a swim."
Kim looked kind of surprised to have me ask her what she wanted, obviously still expecting me to give her orders.
"I'd love to go, Bob, but I've got to ask you something. I have a tennis date at five. Should I still go to that, or do you want me to call and cancel?"
"You can keep your tennis date, Kim. We'll be back by then. I can drop you off at the courts."
"And another thing. Can I please go take a shower? And can I, uh, go to the bathroom?" Kim suddenly added, "Aside, I just realized that I didn't have to use baby talk, tell you that I need to go potty or number two, and I feel kind of . . . strange about that."
"Um, I see I didn't explain this very well," I said. "Look when the compulsions are off you're a free agent. You don't have to ask my permission for anything."
"I don't have to ask your permission when I don't feel . . . embarrassed?"
"Or horny. They go together. You'll know when the compulsions are on again."
Kim seemed to be considering that idea for a moment. "And what do you want me to do when I'm not under compulsion?" she asked hesitantly. "I don't have to ask permission for anything?"
"No," I said. Kim seemed kind of slow about getting this and I was trying to figure out why. "Look, except when we're interacting sexually, we're equals. I'm not really your superior in any way. I just take control of you when we're having sex because we both enjoy it. Isn't that the way you want it?" Kim looked rather crestfallen hearing this, and before I could ask anything more, my questions were answered.
"Aside. I'm feeling . . . like . . . hurt by what you just said, Bob. After being your slave all morning, it's just . . . like you're stepping back from me. Like you don't care what I do. I want to feel I have to check things with you, ask you if it's all right for me to go out to play tennis. Maybe there's something else you want me to do, and I want to make you happy. And I want you to care about me, so you want to have a say in what I'll be doing!"
Ah! Kim had just fallen in love with me in her slave state, so now she wanted to keep that kind of closeness. I was grateful I'd only had Kim drop the sexual compulsions, so she'd still tell me about thoughts that were emotionally important to her.
"Just one thing, Kim," I said. "You're my girlfriend now!"
I didn't really make it into a question, but paused a moment until Kim nodded hesitantly.
"And I really care about what you do. A lot!" I paused and watched Kim's face light up. "I'm not going to order you around when we're not having sex, but I hope you'll pass your plans by me, and I'll do the same with you, so we can spend as much time together as possible." As Kim took this in, she began to look happy and excited again.
"I will, Bob." She made a tentative move to touch me, "I promise."
I pulled Kim close and hugged her, giving her another kiss. "You're my girl now, Kim. And don't you forget it!" And Kim hugged me back fiercely.