OBJECT OF AFFECTION part 5 of 8

{ASS} Object of Affection 5 {Belany} (blackmail humil n/c MmmF tort oral)

By Belany


CHAPTER 13

The older man stood looking at them from the doorway.  Then he spoke. "You kids," he said, "get dressed and go take a hike. NOW!"

"Dad," said Albie frantically, "I can explain everything, I swear I can, I..."

"Move! Both of you. Right out of this apartment. And don't hurry back."

Both naked boys scuttled past him, holding their hands self-consciously in front of their crotches. Then they dressed hurriedly in Albie's room. The man stood watching impassively until the front door closed behind them.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her face bright with humiliation, with a sheet clutched tightly in front of her to hide her nakedness. Then, as she stared fearfully at the man's back, she again became aware of the painful clamp on her throbbing left nipple. She reached surreptitiously up under the sheet and slowly and awkwardly unscrewed it with one trembling hand, trying to bite back her soft groans as the clamp finally came free.

The man turned slowly in the doorway and stood looking at her. "And how the fuck," he said at last, "did my underage son manage to get hold of a hooker?"

She closed her eyes and bowed her head, her face burning hotter than ever. "I'm not a hooker," she muttered hopelessly, clutching the sheet even tighter against her bare breasts. "Oh God, I'm not a hooker."

"Well you could've fooled me. Bare ass naked in my bedroom with my kid. What the hell else could you be?"

The words stung. "I'm his schoolteacher!" she burst out in angry despair. "And that little wretch of a son of yours has been making my life absolute hell for the past week! He's blackmailed me, he's raped me, he's beaten me, he's..."

"What?" said the man incredulously. "How the hell...?"

"He found some old pinups I posed for ten years ago," she said bitterly. "And he used them to blackmail me into having sex with him. Only I didn't know the camera was running while we were doing it, did I? And then he used those photos to blackmail me even more. And then he took videos of me with that other little wretch, and then he..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The man held up his hands hastily. "Slow down! I'm not making sense of any of this." His face softened a little. "Maybe you ought to get dressed and calm down and then tell me all about it."

* * * * *

She sat in the armchair, fully dressed, with a drink clutched tightly between her trembling hands. "...And they were just starting to try out some of that..." She stopped, and shuddered. "...that dreadful equipment on me when you arrived."

Albie's father sat on the sofa staring at her, shaking his head slowly in incredulity. "My God," he said at last. "So you've been having non-stop sex with my fourteen-year-old son. And that other kid - he only looked about twelve!"

"He's fourteen!" she said savagely. "And he's a horrible little monster. Most of the unspeakable things that have happened to me were thanks to him. He makes your son look like an angel by comparison."

"But you've broken the law," he went on insistently. "Underage sex. That's... that's statutory rape. That's a criminal offence."

"But I already told you! They forced me to do it. None of it was my idea!"

"I don't know," he muttered. "Underage sex - right here in my apartment. I don't see how I can just pretend it didn't happen. I'd be an accessory to a crime."

She opened her mouth to protest again. And then suddenly she saw it - the way he was licking his lips, the stealthy glances at her body. My God, she thought, appalled, he's no better than his son. He's waiting for me to... to... She averted her face as the fresh sense of despair flooded over her. "Oh God," she said hopelessly. "And for one stupid moment I thought you might even help me." She squeezed her eyes tight shut and sat there trembling. "All right - what... what do you want to keep quiet about it?"

He didn't answer. Finally she opened her eyes and looked across at him, still blinking back her hopeless tears. He had his thighs open, and the bulge of his erection was plainly visible in the crotch of his trousers. He licked his lips once more.

She slid down onto her knees and let out a despairing moan. The glass slipped from her hand as she got down on all fours and crawled slowly over towards him. "Oh God," she moaned again as she reached up shakily to unzip his fly.

"Oh shit!" he gasped, as her mouth closed over his erection. His hands grabbed for her hair. "Oh fuck! I don't believe this!"

I don't believe it either, she thought bitterly. Here I am kneeling in front of a complete stranger, with his penis in my mouth. For God's sake, what have I become? And she closed her eyes and concentrated grimly on what she had to do.

"Oh yeah..." he panted, tightening his fingers in her hair. His breathing quickened. "Oh yeah... Oh God, I could never get my ex to do this. Always wanted it... Oh God... Oh FUCK!..."

She felt his trembling increase as she worked. My God, she thought, shuddering, any minute now - another mouthful! Will I have to keep doing this to every damn man I meet?

"Oh yeahhhhhh!..." he screamed, ramming her face into his crotch. "I'm coming... coming... COMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!..."

She started sucking and swallowing desperately as the thick liquid pulsed out into her mouth. "Oh yeah..." he moaned, slumping back in his chair. His fingers slowly slackened their grip in her hair. "Oh yeah... Oh God... Oh yeah..." He reached down and shakily groped one of her breasts through her clothing. "Oh my God. So that's what you've been doing for my son..." His head fell back. "Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck...!"

She lifted her face out of his lap. "Will that be all?" she asked bitterly, still trembling. "Can I go now?"

He flinched as if she had hit him. Then his face darkened. "No," he said angrily. "No - that won't be all." He hesitated, glaring at her and obviously searching for some way of striking back. Then he took a deep breath. "You... you've been making some pretty wild accusations about my son - how he's supposedly been beating you and all. So prove them. Take off your clothes and show me the marks on your ass."

She just knelt there, looking sullenly up at him but not moving.

"You want me to phone the cops?" he said.

"No," she said wearily, "I don't want you to phone the police." She got slowly to her feet and reached up to start reluctantly unbuttoning her blouse. "Oh God."

He sat watching her, unashamedly fondling his limp penis through his open fly, until she was completely naked. His lips twisted. "So you're not a hooker, but you just happen to have a shaved pussy, right?"

She flushed. "I told you," she muttered. "Your son made me do it."

"Oh yeah, I forgot. The devil made you do it. None of it was your idea." He reached out his free hand. "Lemme feel it. See if you've got a five o'clock shadow." Then he laughed.

Her face burned even brighter. She moved unwillingly closer, and then flinched as he grabbed her pubic mound.

"Mmmm," he said thoughtfully, running his fingers slowly over her shaven triangle. "Not bad. Pretty damn smooth, in fact." Then one of his fingers slid inside her and found her clitoris.

"Aaahh!..." she gasped, responding involuntarily to his touch.

"What's your name, Teacher?" His finger was moving faster now.

"Ohhhhh!..." she gasped, trembling. "A...A...Amanda. Amanda Jones. Oh God...!"

His finger slid further up inside her vagina, searching for her G-spot. "Mrs or Miss?"

"Oh God!... I told you... Your son threatened to... to tell my husband!... Ohhhhhh!..."

Suddenly he withdrew his finger, leaving her panting and trembling in front of him. "You're a real horny bitch, aren't you? For a rape victim." He smirked up at her. "I've got just the thing for you. My ex left it behind when she moved out." He got up, with his limp penis still hanging out his trousers, and pushed her to one side. Then he went into his bedroom.

Her breathing was just starting to slow when he reappeared in the doorway. "Here - catch," he said, throwing her a large red vibrator. "Turn it on and get started. Let's see how long you can stay on your feet."

She fumbled to catch it, her face burning as red as the vibrator. Then she stood looking at him, still trembling, as he sat down again in front of her and started fondling his penis again. "Please," she whispered. "Mr Martin - please..."

He shrugged, then started to get up for a second time. "Suit yourself, lady. I'll just phone the cops and tell them everything."

"No!" She stumbled forward, trying to prevent him getting up. "I'll do what you want. Please don't phone them. Oh God, please!"

His smirk returned. "Not quite so snooty now, huh? OK, switch it on and start fucking yourself." The smirk became harder as his hand tightened on his penis. "I want to see the whole eight inches pumping in and out of that shaved cunt. And I want to see you doing it real fast till I tell you to stop."

"Oh God," she whispered. Then she looked down helplessly at the unfamiliar object in her hands. "I... I don't know..."

"Oh for God's sake," he said disgustedly - "the knob. Twist the fucking knob on the back end." He shook his head. "Well, one thing's for sure - you're no hooker. Not if you don't even know how to turn on a vibrator."

She flushed again, and then fumbled inexpertly with the knurled plastic wheel. "Oh!..." she gasped as it suddenly started buzzing, and almost dropped it.

"That's it. Now pull your cunt lips apart with one hand and fuck yourself with the other. And hurry it up - I haven't got all night."

Her face was burning. She darted one more hopeless look at him and slowly pulled her labia apart with her free hand. Then she hesitantly brought the tip of the vibrator up to the mouth of her vagina. "Ohhhhhh!..." she gasped again as the buzzing plastic touched her.

"Shove it in," he said impatiently. He was fondling his penis faster now. "All the way. And then get on with the action."

"Oh God." She began hesitantly pushing the plastic cylinder up inside herself, shuddering as the vibration began spreading through the whole length of her vagina. "Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhh..."

"C'mon - pump it. Pump it!"

She could feel her knees shaking as she started moving it slowly in and out. Without even realizing she found herself pressing it hard up against her clitoris. Her knees started to shake even more. "Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... Oh God..."

"Fuck yourself faster, lady. Or I'll call the cops right now."

She let out an involuntary sob as she forced herself to obey him, thrusting the vibrator in and out as fast as she could. And then suddenly the insistent buzzing against her clitoris took her over the edge. "Oh God!" she wailed as her knees buckled under her. "Aaahhh... aaaaaahhhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHHH!..."

He sat watching as she slumped gasping and panting to the floor. "Yeah," he said after her breathing started to slow, "like I thought - real horny." He shook his head. "You know something? I don't believe any of that shit about you being under duress. I think you've been getting off on everything those kids did with you." His lips twisted. "So let's see your ass. Let's see about all those so-called beatings."

"Oh God." She fumbled clumsily at her crotch to turn off the still-buzzing vibrator. Then she struggled to her feet, still breathing heavily, and stood naked and trembling in front of him. "Mr Martin," she said desperately, "I... I swear that everything I've told you is the truth. I..."

"Shut up. Shut up and turn around."

She flushed and did as she was told, biting her lip in humiliation.  She heard him gasp as her bruised buttocks came into view. "My God!" he said incredulously. "So they DID paddle you. Fuck - look at those stripes!" Then he muttered, almost as an afterthought: "God, when I think of that bitch of an ex-wife of mine - the number of times I wanted to paddled HER." He paused, obviously savoring the sight, then suddenly snapped his fingers. "Come here."

She dropped the vibrator and stumbled closer to him, still trembling. He pointed at his lap, where his fly gaped open and his limp penis still hung out of it. "Get over my knee. If I can't paddle her then I'll paddle you instead. Maybe you'll yell loud enough for her to hear." He smiled thinly. "She's only about a thousand miles away."

Oh God in heaven, she thought in despair, haven't I suffered enough this weekend? She licked her trembling lips. "Mr Martin, please," she said hopelessly, "those boys have hurt me so much I... I just couldn't bear any more..."

"You've got exactly five seconds." He was still pointing at his lap. "Before I phone the cops."

"Oh my God." Shivering with despair she climbed slowly and unwillingly across his lap. "Oh God - please..."

He started roughly fondling her dangling breasts with one hand. "Mmmm," he said happily, kneading her bruised buttocks with the other hand and pushing her naked crotch down hard against his exposed penis, "I'm gonna enjoy this. If I can't punish one bitch then I'll sure as hell punish another." His hand lifted up off her buttocks. "Let's see if that bitch Felicity can hear this one." And then his hand came slamming down again. [SLAP!]

"Owwwwww!" she yelped, convulsing on top of him. "Oh God!"

"Nah," he said scornfully, "not loud enough. I told you - she's a thousand miles away. Let's try again." [SLAP!] [SLAP!] [SLAP!]

"Owwwwww! Aaaaaaah! Owwwwww! Oh God! Mr Martin - PLEASE!..."

"Nah, that's still not loud enough. C'mon, you're a schoolteacher - you've gotta know about yelling at kids. Let's HEAR it!" [SLAP!] [SLAP!] [SLAP!] [SLAP!] [SLAP!] [SLAP!]

"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh! Owwwwww... Owwwwww... Owwwwww... Owwwwww... OWWWWWWW!... Oh God, I can't bear it, I can't bear it...!" Heedless of the consequences she flung herself desperately off his lap and grabbed frantically for his crotch. "Oh God, I'll give you sex, I'll suck you, I'll suck you. Oh God, please don't hurt me any more - please please please..."

He gripped her by the hair and tipped her face up. "You already did that. You think I'm gonna come again so soon? At my age?"

She was hastily groping for his still-limp penis with trembling fingers, even as she kept looking up into his face. "Oh God yes," she gabbled desperately, "I'm very good I can suck you so well I'm sure I can make you come again. Oh God, please please please please please..."

He kept looking down at her and she fell silent, with her hands still at his crotch and her lips trembling.

His smile was hard. "So you're not a hooker, but you just happen to have a shaved cunt. AND you just happen to be a blow job expert. AND you're just begging for the chance to suck me off again. Right?"

Her face burned. Oh God, she thought in despair, you're hurting me so much, what other choice do I have? "Yes," she whispered dully. "Please... please let me suck you off again."

"OK," he said shortly, "give me the full treatment. Undress me real slow and sexy and then give me the world's best blow job." He glanced at his watch. "But don't take too long. I haven't got all night."

Yeah, right, she thought hopelessly - do it slow and sexy but don't take too long. Oh God! Her fingers were still trembling as she reached up to unbutton his shirt.

"Stand up," he said suddenly. "And spread your legs. I want to feel you up some more while you're undressing me."

"Oh God," she whispered again. She forced herself shakily to her feet, still unbuttoning his shirt. Then she flinched as his hand went between her legs.

"C'mon," he said roughly, "get 'em apart. I want that shaved cunt of yours wide open."

Her face became even hotter as she obeyed him. She finished undoing his shirt and slid it back off his shoulders, wincing as his finger started thrusting roughly into her. Then as she bent over and reached down towards his trousers he grabbed at her dangling breasts again. "Yeah," he said happily, fondling her vagina and breasts and lifting his buttocks as she pulled his trousers down, "this is more like it. We definitely should've done it naked last time." As she crouched down to undo his shoes and pull his clothing free he released her crotch, then opened his thighs wide. He sighed again as her mouth closed over his penis and her hair brushed his bare stomach. "Yeah - much more like it! But like I said - don't take all night."

She tried everything she knew to stimulate him, but his penis stayed limp. Then she sensed him finally starting to stir with impatience on the sofa and her desperation grew. "C'mon," he growled at last, "I told you to hurry it up." He grabbed her by the hair and looked down into her face. "Five more minutes," he said. "After that we go back to the paddling."

She let out a desperate little sob and redoubled her efforts. But his flaccid organ still didn't respond. Then her heart sank as she felt an increasing pull at her hair. "No!" she gasped as he started pulling her face away from his crotch. "No!" she wailed again, struggling frantically to keep her mouth down against his penis. "I CAN suck you, I CAN make you hard, I CAN make you come again - please, please, please..."

"Shut up." His tone was hard as he stared down at her. "Stop wasting my time." He pulled even harder at her hair, bending her head back and making her frightened eyes look directly into his. "Get up and go stand over there." He pointed towards the coffee table with his free hand. "Then bend over and put your hands down flat on the table. With your feet apart and your ass sticking out."

"Oh God - please!" She scrabbled desperately for his genitals with both hands. "I SWEAR I can make you..."

"Owwww!" he yelped, quickly grabbing both her wrists. "You trying to bust my balls or something, you stupid bitch?" He leaned forward, his hands still clamped around her wrists, until his face was just inches from hers. "Do - what - I - tell - you," he said slowly and deliberately. "Or I'll phone the fucking cops RIGHT NOW!"

Her wail was just despair. As he pushed her away she staggered to her feet and stumbled slowly and unwillingly to the coffee table. Her tears fell onto the polished surface as she pressed her hands down against it. "Oh God, oh God, oh God..."

Before she realized where he had gone, he suddenly re-emerged from the bedroom holding a heavy leather strap. She felt herself going cold all over. "Mr Martin," she whispered, still staying in position over the table, "please - for God's sake..."

He ignored her and flexed the strap slowly between his hands as he stood there naked in front of her. "Yeah," he said with satisfaction - "nice one. Those kids picked up some real neat stuff. Felicity ought to hear you OK if I paddle you with this." He moved beside her and raised his arm, then suddenly brought it slamming down. [WHAPPP!]

"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed, leaping upright and grabbing at her beaten buttock with both hands. "Owwwwww! Oh GOD!..." She hopped desperately from one foot to the other, trying to relieve the pain. "Owwwwww!"

"Hey," he said as her wails subsided, "your tits wobbled real great when we did that! That was a real turn on. Put your hands back down on the table and let's see it again." And he raised his arm once more.

"Oh God, please...!" Her tears were flowing freely now, as she stood trembling naked in front of him and still clutching her punished buttock. "Please, Mr Martin..."

He tapped the coffee table impatiently with the heavy strap. "Get back down there." His smile was unpleasant. "Like the schoolmasters say in those neat English videos: 'Assume the position!' " And he tapped the table again. His other hand was still at his penis, fondling it slowly as he looked at her.

She glanced furtively at him through her tears, and then caught a glimpse of his penis between his fingers. It was finally starting to stiffen again. He's just like his son, she thought hopelessly. He's getting off on hurting me. Oh God help me! She bent down in despair and put her palms back down against the tabletop. Her sore buttock was still throbbing and she could feel herself trembling all over.

"Yeah," he said happily as she slowly and unwillingly pushed her bottom out again, "this is so fucking neat - my very own spanking video, and I get to play the lead." And his arm descended again. [WHAPPP!]

"Oh GODDDD!" she howled, jerking desperately away from the strap.

"Stop cringing and keep your ass pushed out!" [WHAPPP!] [WHAPPP!]

"Aaaaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..." Her legs folded under her and she collapsed wailing onto the floor, clutching her buttocks again. He stood over her naked, fondling his slowly stiffening organ and looking down at her in silence as her sobbing died away. "OK," he said at last, "my dick's just about ready for some more of that mouth. Get over here to the sofa."

She lifted her head and blinked dazedly up at him through her tears. "You... you won't hit me any more? If I suck you again?" She choked back a sob. "Oh God, I... I swear I'll suck you so well. Oh God, please, please don't hit me any more..."

"Depends." His smile was thin. "You're gonna have to suck real good for that." He moved to one end of the sofa and sat down. "And if you don't get here fast you'll get paddled anyway."

"Oh God!" She scrambled hastily to her feet and ran to the sofa. "Oh God, please - no more paddling..."

He patted the sofa beside him. "Lie along the sofa - here, on your belly. And get your mouth over my dick. Now!"

She let out another desperate sob as she obeyed him. As soon as she was stretched out full length on the sofa he grabbed her hair again. "OK," he said, pulling her face over his crotch, "suck!"

She quickly grasped his semi-erect organ and closed her mouth over it. Suck him well, she told herself desperately. If you're doing that he mightn't beat you. Suck him as well as you can!

But then her heart sank as his voice came again from above her. "Take your mouth away," he commanded. "I'm gonna whop you again, and I don't want my dick bitten off when I do it."

"Oh God," she gasped as her mouth came away. "Please..."

But the strap was already descending towards her bruised buttocks. [WHAPPP!]

"Owwwwww!" she shrieked, convulsing on the sofa. "Oh Godddddd!..." But his hands were already pulling her head back towards his crotch. "Suck!" he commanded again.

"Oh God - please! Ummmmmm!... Ummmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..."

"OK - mouth off. Here comes the next one." [WHAPPP!]

Her body arched on top of him once more. "Owwwwww! Oh God!"

"OK - quit blubbering and put your mouth on again. Suck good enough and I might even keep my promise and stop the paddling."

"Oh God!..." She sucked in a desperate breath and began frantically sucking again.

"Nah." His tone was pitiless. "That's not good enough. Mouth off again." [WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP!]

"Aaaaahhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW! Oh God - please!..."

"C'mon - mouth on again! I haven't got all night..."

As she jerked and howled under his relentless paddling it seemed that the dreadful cycle of suck-and-punish was going to go on forever. And then slowly and almost imperceptibly his tone changed.

"Take that, Felicity, you bitch! And that!... And that!... And THAT!..."

"Aaaaahhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh GOD!... Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..."

"That's it, you frigid bitch - suck my dick, whether you like it or not. Deep throat it till you gag, bitch!"

"Urkkkkkk!... Ukkkkkk!... Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!..."

Suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and jerked her face roughly up off his erect penis. "Fucking bitch!" he shouted as his other arm started flailing at her throbbing buttocks. [WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP!] "...Not laughing at me now, are you, bitch?..." [WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP!]

"Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW! AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!... Oh God - PLEEEEEEEASE!..."

Then without warning he threw her onto the floor and jumped on top of her, forcing her legs apart urgently with his knees. She wailed again as his erection stabbed viciously into her vagina. "Bitch!" he yelled, as he started humping frantically on top of her. "Fucking bitch!... Take half my assets, would you, bitch?... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Well, now you're the one who's getting screwed - BITCH!..."

Oh God, she thought in agony as she jerked and moaned and shuddered under his savage thrusting, so now I'm a surrogate for his ex-wife. What next, what next, what next?...

"Fucking the fucking BITCH!..." he screamed, humping even faster. "Oh FUCK!... I'm gonna come AGAIN!... Oh God!... Oh yeah!... Filling your frigid cunt... with my next load..., you frigid BITCH!... Ahhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh GODDDDDD!..."

He slumped heavily down onto her, still at last. "Bitch..." he gasped once more, still breathing hoarsely. Then after a long pause he climbed unsteadily to his feet and headed towards his bedroom. "Bitch..." she heard him mutter again as he disappeared.

"Oh God," she whispered hopelessly as she lay there staring at the wall, "the son rapes me, the father rapes me - the son beats me, the father beats me..." She choked back a despairing sob. "Is there a God in this universe? Won't somebody tell me? Why do I have to go through all this? Oh for God's sake - why, why, WHY?..." Then suddenly she saw the shoes and the pants cuffs beside her and looked up with a frightened gasp.

He was bending over her, fully dressed and smirking again. "I enjoyed that. It was... good therapy!" The smirk got wider. "I'll have to start coming home more often." Then he laughed and was gone.

Her tormented buttocks throbbed. So did her vagina. Rape and abuse, she thought despairingly. That's all there is to look forward to. Rape and abuse - from everyone. Oh God!

She huddled herself into a hopeless naked ball on the floor and closed her eyes.

* * * * *

"Did you let him fuck you?"

A hand was tugging insistently at her bare shoulder. She groaned and opened one eye.

"Well - did you?" Albie repeated impatiently. "Did you let my Dad fuck you?"

She blinked blearily up at him, trying to focus on what he was saying. "What... what else could I do?" she said at last. "He was threatening to report me to the police."

"Report you to the cops? Shit - that's supposed to be my call, not his." He stopped, and then frowned at her. "So - is he gonna report you or not? Did you make him happy?"

"Oh yes," she said bitterly. Without thinking she rubbed her sore buttocks and winced. "He was happy all right."

Albie let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that's OK." He relaxed visibly, and then his lips twisted. "I guess one more dick up your cunt isn't gonna make much difference by now, is it? Specially if it keeps you out of jail."

She flinched, but didn't reply. She could feel her face burning. Suddenly his gaze moved to the hand she was still holding against her buttocks. "What's the matter?" he demanded. "What's wrong with your ass?"

She gritted her teeth. "Oh, nothing," she said resentfully. "Only more paddling, that's all." She could feel her resentment overriding her common sense as the bitter words came tumbling out. "I guess it runs in the family - beating and raping women. You both seem to be very good at it."

Albie stared down at her for a moment. His eyes narrowed. "You're not dissing my Dad, are you, Mrs Jones? I don't appreciate that." He started looking around the room. "So maybe he hasn't got a lot of time for me, but he's still family." Then his eyes fell on the leather strap, still lying on the sofa. "Is that what he used on you?"

Suddenly she knew what was coming. She felt her face going white. "I... Oh God, Albert, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

The strap was in his hand now. "I asked you a question, Mrs Jones. Is this what he used?"

"Oh God, Albert - please...!"

"So where did he put you, Mrs Jones? Over the back of a chair? Is that where he paddled you?"

Her lower lip was trembling uncontrollably now. "I... He... he made me bend down and... and put my hands on the coffee table. Oh God, Albert, I'm sorry for what I said. Please... please don't punish me any more tonight. Oh God - please...!"

"Did he say why he made you stand there? Go over and show me."

"He... he said it was so he could watch my... my breasts wobbling every time he hit me." She let out a desperate little sob. "He... he said it turned him on." Suddenly she summoned up the energy from somewhere and launched herself at Albie's feet, grabbing frantically at the cuffs of his jeans. "Oh for God's sake please don't beat me any more tonight. I just couldn't take any more punishment. Oh God - PLEASE!"

"I told you before, Mrs Jones, I only do it when you screw up. And dissing my Dad is screwing up - big time." He pulled himself impatiently away from her desperate grip. "Now go bend over like he told you, or I'll start sending emails."

"Oh my God!" She dissolved into tears as she dragged herself up off the floor and moved slowly and unwillingly over to the coffee table. "Oh God," she moaned as she pressed her hands down against the table and waited, shivering with despair, for the nightmare to begin again.

[WHAPPP!] The strap slammed agonisingly against her bare flesh. "Oh Godddddd!" she screamed, grabbing at herself and hopping around in pain. "Owwwww! Owwwww! Owwwww!"

He stood back, waiting for her wailing and squirming to subside. "Yeah," he said with satisfaction, "my Dad was right. Your tits wobble real great when you get hit bending over like that." Then he stopped, frowning. "I just realized, Mrs Jones - that's another screw up. What'd you say when you told me why he put you there?"

She had one hand up off the table, still clutching at her burning buttock. "W...what?" she sobbed.

"Why did my Dad make you bend over like that? Tell me again."

"Oh God - I already told you! So he could... so he could watch my breasts wobbling. Oh please, Albert..."

"Yeah - that was it! Watch you WHAT wobbling? Didn't I already tell you about using the right words, Mrs Jones?"

"Oh God! I... I should've said so he could watch my... my tits wobbling. Oh God, I'm sorry, Albert - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"So where do you think I oughta paddle you next? To remind you?"

She froze, staring at him in horror, with one hand still clutching her buttock. "Oh God," she whispered. Without thinking her other arm came protectively across her breasts. "Oh God..."

His smile was hard. He started speaking again, slowly and softly and menacingly: "Put your hands back down on the table, Mrs Jones. Yeah - that's right. Now slide them further apart... No - further than that... OK, that's far enough. Now - tip your head back so I can get a real good swing at them."

"Oh God, Albert..." She held herself tremblingly in position, with her head back and her bare breasts dangling vulnerably and the tears pouring down her cheeks. "Oh please, I'm begging you..."

He hefted the strap, squinting at her breasts. "So what are they called, Mrs Jones? Tell me again." And his hand swung down and back.

"Oh God, Albert. T...t...tits! Albert, for God's sake please don't... Owwwwww! Oh GOD...!"

He started swinging continuously, smashing the strap hard up against each breast in turn. "What are they called, Mrs Jones?"

"Owwwwww! Tits! Oh God - tits, tits, tits, tits, TITS...! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!..."

Then before she realized what he was doing he moved behind her and slammed the strap savagely across both of her aching buttocks. "What's this called, Mrs Jones?"

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh! Owwwwww! It's my ass, my ass, my ASS...! Oh God Albert I swear I know what it's called, you don't have to hit me there again...  Owwwwww! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh! Oh Godddddd!..."

Then without warning he swung again, right up between her spread legs. "And what's THIS called, Mrs Jones?" he shouted as the strap smashed up against her open vagina.

"Aieeeeee!" she shrieked, clutching wildly at her tortured crotch as she fell to the floor. "Oh GODDDDDD! It's my cunt, it's my cunt, oh God it's my CUNT..." She clenched her eyes shut in agony and thrashed around on the carpet. "Oh God, Albert, I swear it's my cunt! Oh please, Albert, please don't hit me any more, please, Albert, please, please, please...Oh God - PLEASE..." Her thrashing slowly died away as the pain began to fade. "Oh God, please..."

Suddenly she sensed that he was no longer standing beside her and she opened her eyes again, just in time to see him disappearing into his father's bedroom. Oh my God, she thought in exhausted despair, what's he doing in there, for God's sake? He must be getting some more of that... that dreadful equipment! Oh God!...

Then she flinched in dismay as something hit the floor beside her. "Put those on, Mrs Jones. And make it snappy."

She looked at what he had thrown at her and her heart sank even further. Oh my God, she thought - wrist and ankle cuffs! If I put those on I'll be completely helpless. He'll be able to do anything he wants! "Oh God, Albert," she sobbed, "please don't tie me up. Please, please, please don't hurt me any more. Oh God, please...!"

Immediately he strode forward and grabbed her hair, twisting her head up to face his bedroom door. "What's in there, Mrs Jones?" He shook her savagely. "Tell me what's in there."

"Oh God. Your... your computer, Albert."

"And what's on my computer?"

"All... all those emails."

"You want me to send them?" He twisted her head back to look up into his face and shook her again. "You want me to send the one with the video? That what you want?"

"No, Albert. Oh God."

"Then when I tell you to put on the fucking cuffs - PUT ON THE FUCKING CUFFS!"

"Oh God." She lay there, staring helplessly up into his angry face with his fingers clamped in her hair. Then she gave a small sob and started groping blindly around on the floor beside her, searching for the cuffs. Her fingers closed tremblingly around one of them. "Oh God."

He stared down at her for a moment longer, and finally released his grip on her hair. Then he stepped back and stood, arms folded, waiting for her to finish fastening the cuffs onto her wrists and ankles. "OK, Mrs Jones," he said softly. "Now go bend over the back of that armchair."

She struggled to her feet and limped painfully and unwillingly to do what she was told. She went cold with despair as he pulled her ankles apart and strapped each of them to a chairleg. She could feel herself trembling all over. As he came around to the front of the chair and knelt down to fasten her wrists she opened her mouth again, but nothing came out. It'll just make him angrier, she thought hopelessly, as she stared down at the floor. Whatever I say now it'll just make him angrier, and then he'll hurt me all the more!

He straightened up and went over to pick up the strap. "You still remember the right words, Mrs Jones? You still remember what THIS is?" And the strap slammed up hard again between her spread legs.

"EYOWWWWWW!" she shrieked, jerking from the pain. "Oh please, Albert, I haven't forgotten..."

"Then tell me." And the strap swung up again. [WHOPPPPPP! WHOPPPPPP!]

"AIEEEEEE!" she howled, slamming her bare body against the armchair. "OWWWWWW! YOWWWWWW! Oh PLEASE, Albert, it's my cunt it's my cunt it's my CUNT! No more please, no more!"

Albie kept talking."You remember when I threatened to do this to you before, Mrs Jones? When I threatened to tie you over the chair and paddle your ass?" He suddenly tossed the strap aside and went into his bedroom. "Except," he went on, his voice coming out through the open door, "I threatened to do it with THIS."

She struggled desperately to tip her head back and look up at him. Then she saw what he was holding. "Oh God - no!" she wailed. "Oh God, Albert - not with that! Oh God, please, Albert...!"

He walked towards her, gently tapping the large ping pong paddle against the palm of his other hand. "Yeah," he said, "I threatened to do it with this. And I said I was gonna do it and do it until I got hard again, and then I said I was gonna use this handle to ream your cunt open, and then I said I was gonna fuck you from behind..."

"Oh God, Albert, please! Your father only used the strap. I swear he only used the strap. Please, please, please don't use that horrible big paddle on me. Please, please, please just use the strap..."

But he was ignoring her. "You know something, Mrs Jones?" He swung his arm back. "I've been doing some thinking..." [WHOPP!]

"Aaaggghhh!" Her body arched in agony as the paddle smashed against her taut left buttock, and her hair tossed wildly up against her bare back. "Oh God!"

"...I've been thinking about some of the things Joey said..." [WHOPP! WHOPP!]

"Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" she wailed as he landed two more blows on her right buttock, making her convulse again. "Oh God, Alberttttt!..."

"...I've been thinking Joey was right about me going too fucking easy on you..." [WHOPP! WHOPP!] "...'cause it only encourages you to be a big-mouth smartass who disses my Dad and me..." [WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!] "...and who argues when I tell you to do something..." [WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!]

"Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Aaaarrrggghhhh! Oh please, Albert, no more please oh God no more I swear I'll never say anything wrong again I'll do everything you tell me and I'll do it so fast oh God oh God oh God..."

"But I've heard all this fucking shit before, haven't I, Mrs Jones?" [WHOPPITY! WHOPPITY! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!] "...And you still fucking screw up, don't you?..." [WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!...]

She thrashed and shrieked and screamed over the back of the chair, her hair flying everywhere as he kept flailing mercilessly at her taut upraised buttocks. "God, this is fun!" he yelled suddenly. "You pissed me right off, but now I'm real glad you screwed up!" [WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!] "Hey, Mrs Jones, you oughta see your ass cheeks when I hit 'em...!" [WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!] "...You can see the fucking shock waves running right up...!" [WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!] "...just like - THIS!..." [WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!...]

She bawled and howled until she thought she would tear her throat out, her whole being focused on the unbearable assault on her buttocks. And above it all was Albie's voice yelling with delight: "God, this is FUN!... Look at those fucking SHOCK WAVES!... Look at that ass BOUNCE!..."

Finally he stopped, worn out at last, and waited panting for her wailing and sobbing to end. "Fuck, that... that was fun," he said breathlessly. "Lemme... lemme see that ass wobble just one more time..." He raised his arm again. [WHOPP! WHOPP!]

"Owwwwww! Yowwwwww!... Oh God, oh God, oh God..."

"Another thing... another thing I've been thinking, Mrs Jones," he said, still breathing heavily. "Maybe Joey was right about other stuff too. Maybe he was right about stuff like fucking you up the ass." His hand stroked one of her throbbing buttocks, making her flinch and wail. "Specially with your asshole just about staring me in the face, like it is now."

"Oh God, Albert - NO!" Her voice was hoarse from screaming. She tugged futilely at the cuffs that held her. "Oh God, Albert, it was... it was just AWFUL when Joey did that to me. Oh God, please... please don't do that - oh please...!"

"Yeah." He was roughly groping both of her beaten buttocks now, making her cry out in fresh pain. "Well, one thing's for sure - I don't wanna get shit all over my dick, like Joey did." He released her and stepped back. "Maybe I can find a condom in Dad's bedroom. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I used a condom." He started moving away. "And while I'm looking for it you can just stay there tied over that back of that chair, and think about what happens to big-mouth smartasses."

"Oh God. Oh God!..." She started crying again, brokenly and hopelessly, trying to look around and see if he was coming back. And then suddenly he was there again, naked and erect now, waving a small square packet in front of her tear-streaked face.

"We're in luck, Mrs Jones. I found one in Dad's bedside drawer. Isn't that great?" He started slowly and deliberately tearing the small packet open in front of her.

She strained exhaustedly to tilt her head back and look up into his face. "Albert, please - I'm begging you," she wept. "I'll stay here till morning. I'll... I'll phone in sick tomorrow and spend the whole day here, and give you as much f...fucking as you want. Oh God, Albert, not anal sex - please!..."

He ignored her. "So how do I put this on, Mrs Jones?" He held up the small rubber circle. "You need to tell me, seeing I only had my first fuck last Monday and I don't know hardly anything about sex." He took hold of the pointed tip of the condom. "This part goes on the outside, doesn't it? To make room for my cum when I squirt. Isn't that right?"

"Oh God." She watch, hypnotized, while he slowly rolled the condom down over his erection. "Please, Albert. I'm... I'm BEGGING you! Please..."

"So you don't wanna get fucked up the ass, Mrs Jones?" He finished putting the condom on, and then started slowly smoothing the wrinkles down towards the base of his penis. "So maybe I should just keep paddling your ass instead."

"Oh God, NO!" She looked up at him, her lip trembling through her tears. "Couldn't you just... couldn't you just f...fuck my cunt, like you threatened before? You... you wouldn't need a condom for that. Oh God - please!..."

"But your cunt'd still be full of all my Dad's middle-aged cum, Mrs Jones. You think I want to fuck that?" He moved around behind her, still sliding his fist slowly down over the condom. "Hey, I just noticed something - this condom's lubricated. Isn't that nice for you?" And then suddenly the head of his penis was pressing up hard against her anus.

"NO!" she screamed, her exhaustion forgotten as he started slowly pushing himself inside her. "Oh God that hurts there's not enough lubrication take it out take it out it hurts it hurts it's killing me it's splitting me in HALF!... AAAAAAHHHHHH!... OWWWWWW!... Oh God - ALBERTTTTTT!..."

He raised his voice over the noise. "I'm still not sure if I like this, Mrs Jones!... Uhhhhhh!... Oh GOD, that's tight!..." He was panting hoarsely as he shoved himself deeper into her bowels. "But there's one think I am sure about... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... I'm fucking sure YOU don't like it... And so that's why you're getting it!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... UHHHHHH!..."

He grabbed hold of her hips and started ramming himself in and out of her as hard as he could, while she wailed and shrieked and wrenched frantically at the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. "Oh God - yeahhhhhh!" he howled. "Tightest fuck in the WORLD!... Oh yeah... Oh YEAH..." He tightened his grip on her and began pumping faster and faster and faster. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!..." And then he screamed in climax as his semen pulsed out in the condom deep inside her.

He finally collapsed, sweaty and gasping and panting, down against her bare back. "Oh God!... What a fuck!... My dick feels like... like it's in a fucking vice or something... Could hardly even squirt..." He groped feebly at one of her dangling breasts. "Ohhhhhh!... Oh God..."

Then he slid off her and slumped slowly to the floor, still breathing in great ragged gasps. "So what... what you got to say now, Mrs Jones?... Oh FUCK, that was tight!... What you got to say now, about... about my Dad and me?"

Her anus ached horribly, her buttocks still burned from the beatings, and her whole body shuddered and shook as she wept. "N...n...nothing, Albert," she sobbed wretchedly. "Oh God - nothing, nothing, nothing..."

* * * * *

She stood in the bathroom, fully dressed and still trembling, with her lipstick in her hand. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and then closed her eyes in pain. She could still feel her buttocks and her rectum throbbing from their vicious punishment. When will you learn, she thought despairingly. When will you ever learn? When the hell will you just learn to keep your damn mouth shut? Oh God!... Finally she opened her eyes again and slowly and wearily went on making up her face.

He was slumped in an armchair wearing jeans and a T-shirt when she came out. He looked up at her. "How's your ass, Mrs Jones?"

"It's sore, Albert." Her voice was hardly audible.

"How about your asshole?"

"That's sore too." You vile little monster!

"So maybe you've learned something, huh?"

"Yes, Albert."

"What'd you learn?"

She clenched her fists, trembling with helpless humiliation. "Not to... not to be disrespectful, Albert."

"Yeah. Right." He kept looking at her. "And what else?"

She flushed, then swallowed painfully. "To... to call things by their right names. And to do things fast when you tell me."

"Hey, you're doing great, Mrs Jones." There was a long silence, while she stood trembling in front of him. Then he spoke again. "You wearing a bra?"

"No, Albert. You... you told me not to."

"Lemme see. Pull up the front of your blouse and lemme see."

She flushed again, then reached for her blouse and pulled the front of it out of her waistband. He sat watching impassively as she lifted the garment to expose her braless breasts. After a pause he spoke again. "What am I looking at, Mrs Jones?"

Her flush deepened. "My... my tits, Albert."

"Great," he said. "You're getting it. Now lift up your skirt and show me if you're wearing panties."

She dropped the blouse and lifted the front of her skirt with trembling fingers. She could feel her face flaming. God, she thought emptily, how come it still gets to me when he makes me do these things? Haven't I hit bottom yet?

"Yeah," he said with satisfaction as her shaven crotch came into view. "That's good. So - tell me what I'm looking at now."

Her face burned even hotter. "My... my cunt, Albert."

"Yeah." He was smiling now. "But it isn't actually YOUR cunt, is it? Whose cunt is it, Mrs Jones?"

"Oh God. It... it... it's yours, Albert. It's your cunt, for you to f...fuck."

"Better and better. So let me get a good look at my property. Take your clothes off again. Then come over here and pull it open for me."

Her face felt as if it was on fire. She undressed herself with trembling hands and then came unwillingly closer. "C'mon," he said, "spread your legs. And open that cunt real wide with your fingers. I wanna see all the pink."

Her fingers were shaking as she spread her labia for him. "Wider," he commanded, staring at her crotch. "Yeah - that's it. Now I can see what I own." He reached out and put a hand between hers, sliding one finger right up inside her. "That's good," he sighed. "You cleaned out all my Dad's jism." He paused. "So what's gonna happen every time you screw up, Mrs Jones?"

She gasped as his finger went on thrusting in and out of her gaping vagina. "Oh God. I'll... I'll get my ass paddled, Albert. Uhhhhhh!..."

"And what else?" He was fondling one of her bare breasts with his other hand.

She shuddered, still holding her labia wide apart for him. "I'll get my... I mean, you'll f...fuck me up the ass. Oh God!"

"That's right, Mrs Jones." He fondled her clitoris for a while, and then slid his finger right up inside her again. "Smartasses get it up the ass." He fell silent, and just sat there pumping his finger in and out of her and pulling roughly at her nipple, while she bit her lip and winced and her face burned bright with humiliation. Finally he spoke again. "And if Joey's here when you screw up, you'll get it all twice. You got that?"

She stood there, naked and rigid and trembling, still holding herself wide open while he went on molesting her. "Yes, Albert."

Suddenly he took his hands away. "Let's see how much you've really learned." He looked up into her face. "Suck my dick, Mrs Jones. Now!"

She released her labia and fell quickly to her knees, fumbling urgently to unzip his fly. "Yeah," he sighed, as she hastily fished out his penis and closed her lips around it. "Oh yeah. Do it, Mrs Jones! Do it till I tell you to stop."

There was silence for some minutes, broken only by the sounds of her slurping and sucking at his still-flaccid organ. Then suddenly and without warning he pushed her away. "OK," he said abruptly - "my dick's about as dead as wet spaghetti, and I need some shuteye. So get dressed and get out of here."

She flinched, her face burning again. The usual deal, is it, you little bastard, she thought bitterly. Rape me and beat me and rape me until you can't do it any more, and then just throw me out. God damn you. She got up and pulled her clothes back on, then limped wearily over to her overnight bag.

Her hand was on the doorknob when his voice came again from behind her. "Mrs Jones."

She froze. Oh God, she thought, surely he can't want more. Please God, just let me get out of this hellhole! She turned back, slowly and unwillingly. "Y...yes, Albert?"

"Show me my property one more time. Open it real wide for me."

"Oh God." She put her bag down again and lifted her skirt. Then pressing her wrists in against her body to keep the skirt up out of the way, she spread her legs and slowly pulled her vagina open as wide as she could. Her face was hot and she could feel herself trembling again.

"Yeah," he said with satisfaction - "mine. My very own private pink fuck hole. Looks good." He smiled tiredly. "But my dick's still dead. So fuck yourself for me. With your finger."

Oh my God, she thought hopelessly, it just goes on. On and on and on. She slowly inserted one trembling finger into herself and began moving it in and out. Her face was so hot she could feel it throbbing.

"Lift your skirt out of the way," he commanded. "I can't see."

She lifted the skirt up high with her free hand and just stood there in front of him, dumbly doing what she was told. Doing it and doing it and doing it and doing it.

Finally he looked up at her face. "OK - I've seen enough for one night. Pull your finger out and fuck off."

She flushed even deeper, gritting her teeth. You little bastard! She let her skirt fall and slowly picked up her bag a second time. This time she managed to get the door open before he spoke again.

"Mrs Jones."

Oh God, oh God, oh GOD, she thought - what now? She turned back in renewed despair. When the hell are you going to let me GO?

"You haven't forgotten what you gotta do in the morning, have you?"

She stood in the doorway, looking down at him. God, how I hate you, she thought dully. "No, Albert," she said aloud. "I haven't forgotten."

Then she turned and walked out of the apartment.


CHAPTER 14

The insistent beeping of the alarm slowly penetrated her consciousness. She groped unwillingly for the bedside light and then blinked painfully at her watch. Six a.m. Oh God, she thought exhaustedly - barely three hours sleep. God damn that little bastard to hell.

The answering machine sat silent and unblinking as she staggered past it to the bathroom, with her punished buttocks still aching. Oh Rob, she thought in weary agony, won't you ever phone? Can't you somehow sense the hell I'm going through? Rob - where ARE you?

The early morning streets were cold and empty as she drove to the convenience store. The store clerk looked at her expressionlessly as she made her purchases. She was too tired to offer him even a minimal 'Good morning.'

And then all too soon she was traveling back up in the elevator towards Albie's apartment. She could feel herself trembling again. God, she thought hopelessly, if this is just a foretaste of hell, what's the real thing going to be like?

She stood numbly outside the apartment for some time, unable to bring herself to go any further. Finally she fumbled with the key he had given her and reluctantly unlocked the door. Then she took a deep shaky breath and walked in.

The wrist and ankle cuffs were still strapped to the legs of the armchair. She shuddered as she walked past them. Then she was in through his door and standing beside his bed. Welcome back to hell, she told herself bleakly.

Albie was sound asleep. He was lying there oblivious, mouth slightly open and bare chest exposed, obviously naked under the bedclothes. She stood there looking down at him, still trembling. Why can't you do it, she asked herself hopelessly. Why can't you bring yourself to just kill the little monster? She let out a despairing sigh and started slowly getting undressed.

When she was naked she reached down and slowly and gently peeled back his bedclothes, being careful not to disturb him. I mustn't wake him yet, she told herself. He'll get angry - that's not the way he wants to be woken up. Then she knelt beside the bed and brought her mouth down softly onto his flaccid penis.

"Mmmmmm..." he moaned softly, still half asleep, as his penis began slowly hardening under her soft sucking. "Ohhhhhh...!"

As soon as he was fully erect she carefully straddled him, again doing her best not to wake him prematurely, and gently guided his erection towards her open vagina. "Aaahhh!..." he sighed as she slid herself slowly down his shaft. "Ohhhhhh!..."

Then she carefully lowered her naked torso down against his and began slowly humping her hips up and down on top of him. Thank God, she thought, trembling with relief - it's all happening the way he wanted. Please God, let him be happy. Please don't let him hurt me this morning!

"Ohhhhhh!..." he moaned as she continued her gentle humping. His hands came up and gripped her slowly pumping buttocks, making her wince as his fingers sank into her punished flesh. Then his eyes finally fluttered open. "Oh yeah," he slurred sleepily, gripping her buttocks even harder - "my wake-up fuck. Jus'... jus' as good as I thought it'd be. Oh God - yeahhhhhh..."

She increased the speed of her humping. For God's sake come soon, she thought. I've still got so much to do before I can go to school! She started humping even faster. Oh please come!

"Oh yeah..." he moaned. "Feels so good... Oh God, what a way to... to wake up. With a nice warm cunt... sliding up 'n' down my dick. Oh yeahhhhhh... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

She was thudding her groin frantically against his by now. Come on, you little bastard, she thought desperately, teeth gritted - for God's sake just COME!

"Oh God - YEAHHHHHH!..." he screamed, ramming his hips urgently up against hers and pulling her hard down against him with both hands. "Fucking COMING!... Oh God - my fucking morning fuck...! Oh God...! Oh fuck...! Oh yeah...!" His hands slipped off her buttocks and his head fell back against the pillow. "Ohhhhhh fuuuckkk... Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh..."

Thank God, she thought gratefully. Now I might even make it to school on time. She lay trembling on top of him for a minute or two, waiting for his breathing to slow before she made a move. "I'll go make your breakfast now, Albert," she whispered, gently stroking his hair. "A really, really nice hot breakfast. OK?" Oh God, she thought, please, please, please let him be happy!

"Mmmmmmm," he moaned drowsily. "Pancakes... lots of pancakes... an' maple syrup... an' ham... an' hash browns... All hot 'n fresh... An' OJ... freshly squeezed... An' hot coffee... Mmmmmmm..."

She eased herself off him and slipped her high heels back on. Then she quickly rummaged around on his desk and found the makeshift maid's cap. Got to have the regulation uniform, haven't I, she thought bitterly as she adjusted it in front of his mirror. Then she looked down at her freshly-shaved crotch. Uniform complete, she thought sourly - I've even got his damn stuff running out of me. Oh God! She gave a small shudder of distaste and headed for the kitchen.

She worked as fast as she could, continually glancing at her watch as the minutes ticked by. "Breakfast's ready, Albert," she called at last. "Come and get it while it's hot."

There was a short pause. Then his voice came from his bedroom. "Mrs Jones," he said, sounding irritated, "that's not the way you do it. C'mere!"

Oh God, she thought in sudden apprehension, what've I done wrong now? I tried to remember everything he told me. Oh God! She almost ran back to his bedroom. "Yes, Albert?" she said, trembling in front of him.

He blinked up at her from the pillow, still looking irritated. "That's not the way you do it," he said again. "Maids don't yell at their masters from the kitchen. Do they?"

"Oh God! I'm... I'm sorry, Albert. I'm sorry." She took a deep breath, trying to control her trembling, and brought herself to naked attention in front of him. "Excuse me, Albert," she said shakily, arms rigid by her sides, "your breakfast is served."

"That's better." He lay there looking at her nudity for a while longer. "You wearing the right uniform?"

"Yes, Albert."

"Maid's cap? High heels?"

"Yes, Albert."

"Earrings? Wristwatch?"

"Yes, Albert."

"Lots of my cum running out of your cunt?"

She flushed. "Yes, Albert."

"Fresh fashion stripes on your ass?"

Her flush deepened. "Yes, Albert." God damn you, she thought resentfully, you ought to know. You put them there yourself just a few hours ago!

"OK." He sounded mollified at last. He stretched lazily and sat up. "So now my kitchen maid can lead me to the kitchen."

She stood there, still at attention, looking at him blankly. "W...what?"

He smiled and got to his feet. "You screwed up on the last part, Mrs Jones. So I just added something new." He pointed to the floor in front of him. "Get down there - hands and knees."

Oh God, she thought, what now? She got down in front of him on all fours, trembling again.

"Now," he went on, "crawl over here. And get my dick in your mouth."

Oh God! She crawled forward obediently and reached up with one hand to grasp his flaccid penis. As she craned her neck up and closed her mouth over it, the leftover taste of his semen and her vagina made her grimace. Now what the hell do you want, you little pervert, she thought as she started sucking again. And how long's it going to take, for God's sake? I've got to leave for school soon!

"OK." His voice came from above her. "Now crawl backwards. Like I said, lead me to the kitchen."

Oh God - your breakfast's getting cold, she thought despairingly as she started shuffling backwards along the floor. And it's getting later and later! She trembled as she strained up on her fingertips to keep her mouth over his penis, and tried to concentrate on crawling backwards in time with his movements.

"Yeah," he sighed contentedly, pressing her head against his crotch with both hands as he shuffled slowly forward, "lead me, Mrs Jones. Tow me by my dick. Suck me all the way to the kitchen. Oh yeahhhhhh...!"

Oh God! Out through his door... [Suck, shuffle, suck] ...Backwards across the living room... [Shuffle, suck, shuffle] ...Into the kitchen... [Shuffle, suck...]

"Back in under the table," he commanded. "And keep your mouth on my dick until I'm sitting down. Then you can go serve my breakfast."

She let out a sigh of desperate relief as he pulled a chair in behind him and finally settled down. "Yeah," he sighed again as her mouth came away, "that was good. You can lead me to breakfast like that every morning!"

She gave a quick frantic glance at her watch as she backed out from under the table. Oh my God, she thought hopelessly, look at the time! She hastily served his breakfast and ran over to him with the plate, then stood rigidly at trembling attention beside him again. "Is... is that good, Albert?" she asked hesitantly as he started shoveling forkfuls into his mouth. "Do you like it?"

"It's half cold, Mrs Jones," he said indistinctly through a mouthful of pancake. "Didn't I tell you I wanted it all hot and fresh?"

But it WAS hot, she thought despairingly. And then you... you made me do all that extra stuff. And it got cold. Oh God!

He put the fork down and looked up at her. "You should've called me to breakfast the right way, Mrs Jones. So it was your screw up that made it get cold." He pointed to the kitchen bench. "Go get me that pancake lifter. Now!"

It's not fair, she thought hopelessly, trembling again as she ran over to pick up the broad plastic spatula. I try so damn hard and you're still not happy. You little bastard! Oh God, oh God, oh God...

He was holding out his hand as she ran back with it. "OK," he said as he took it from her, "now bend over the table here beside me and stick your butt out. Let's see if a hot ass'll teach you about hot breakfasts." He picked up the fork in his other hand and started eating again.

Her tears were flowing once more as she bent over, pressing her bare breasts down against the cold tabletop. She gripped the far edge of the table and waited shivering for her punishment. I should've known, she thought bitterly - I should've known you'd find some excuse to punish me again, you little... "Aaaaggghhh!" she wailed as the spatula suddenly came down hard on one of her tender buttocks. "Owwwwww!"

"Hot and fresh!" he shouted as he swung the spatula again. [SLAPPP! SLAPPP!] "...That's the way I want my breakfast!..." [SLAPPP! SLAPPP! SLAPPP!] "...You got that, Mrs Jones?..." [SLAPPP! SLAPPP! SLAPPP! SLAPPP!]

"Aaaahhhhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh God I'm sorry Albert I'll time the cooking much better tomorrow and I'll do everything the way you told me I swear it... Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!"

"You better." He lowered the spatula for a moment while he shoveled some more breakfast into his mouth. "Tomorrow morning you better get it exactly right. You understand?" [SLAPPP!]

"Owwwwww! Yes, Albert!"

"Breakfast hot and fresh." [SLAPPP!] [SLAPPP!]

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yes, Albert! Owwwwww!..."

"And call me to breakfast the right way, like a real respectful maid." [SLAPPP!] [SLAPPP!] [SLAPPP!]

"Aaaaagggggh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Yes, Albert. Oh God!"

"And tow me to the breakfast table by my dick, like I just showed you." [SLAPPP!] [SLAPPP!] [SLAPPP!] [SLAPPP!]

"Aaaaahhhhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" Her feet kicked wildly out behind her as she gripped the table edge in pain. "Oh God - yes, yes, yes! Owwwwww! Owwwwwww!..."

"OK." He finally dropped the spatula on the table. "Now get back under the table and suck my dick some more while I finish my breakfast. C'mon - move!"

"Oh God," she sobbed, launching herself hurriedly up off the tabletop. She scrambled under the table and pressed her face quickly up between his legs. "Oh God... Mmmmmmmm..." The tears running down her face mixed with her saliva as she sucked at his flaccid penis. She could feel her burning buttocks throbbing and her bare knees hurting against the hard floor. "Mummmmm... mmmmmm... mmmmmm... Oh Gob... Mmmmmmm... mmmmmm...!"

Finally she heard his fork clatter down onto his empty plate. "Oh yeah," he sighed contentedly, "not bad. Not bad at all. Breakfast and a blow job, all at the same time. Oh yeah..." His hands came down under the table and gripped her hair. "And tomorrow it'll be even better. Won't it, Mrs Jones?"

"Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Yeb, Abbert... Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Ummmmmm..."

"OK." He finally pushed her face away from his limp organ. "Take my plate away and bring me the coffee. And then I guess you can get dressed again."

Thank God! "Yes, Albert," she said hastily. She scrambled out and quickly picked up his plate, then ran over and brought back his coffee, glancing again at her watch. Oh God, she thought, if I hurry maybe I can just make it! And she ran back to his bedroom to retrieve her clothes.

He was still sitting naked and slowly sipping his coffee when she got back, with her face washed and freshly made up. Immediately he looked at her skirt and frowned. "You're not wearing panties, are you, Mrs Jones?"

"No, Albert. You told me..."

"Show me."

Oh God! She let out a sigh of resignation and reached down and lifted her skirt.

He sat looking at her. "So get on with it," he said at last.

"W...what?"

"C'mon, Mrs Jones, you gotta know the drill by now." His tone was impatient. "Waddaya do before you leave? You lift your skirt... and then what?"

Oh God! Her face flamed as she lifted the skirt even higher and reluctantly brought her free hand down towards her exposed crotch. She slowly pushed one finger inside herself and then began pumping it in and out. Oh God, she thought again - you filthy little bastard!

"Faster," he said suddenly. "Do it faster. And deeper."

Oh God, oh God, oh God, she thought despairingly, I've got to go! I'll be late, I'll be late, I'll be late...! She pumped at herself frantically. For God's sake let me GO!

"Mrs Jones." His voice stopped her in her tracks. She looked across at him and then she saw it - he was erect again. He smiled at her. "You put on a great show, Mrs Jones. In fact you put on such a great show that now I need another fuck. A farewell fuck before you go."

"Oh God, Albert, there's no TIME! I've got to leave right now or I'll be late for school! Oh, please can't it wait till recess or something...?"

His expression hardened. "You got thirty seconds, Mrs Jones, to get naked again and get that bald cunt of yours sliding up and down my dick. Otherwise I'll just go send some emails."

"Oh my God!" She tore her clothes off and dumped them on the table. Then she ran over to him and straddled him as he sat there, grabbing at his penis and pushing it hastily into her vagina. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as she slid herself quickly down his erection and then started desperately bouncing up and down. "Oh God," she panted as her bare breasts bobbed wildly in time with her movements, "there's no time...!"

"Uhhhhhh!..." he gasped, grabbing at her waist as she bounced frantically on his thighs. "Then tomorrow morning... uhhhhhh!... you better get here... uhhhhhh!... earlier!... Oh God... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

She felt the sweat breaking out on her forehead as she strained desperately to keep up the pace. Goddammit, she thought hopelessly... [up-down-up-down-up-down] ...I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late!... [up-down-up-down-up-down] ...Oh God, I'm going to be so damned LATE!... [up-down-up-down-up-down-up-down-up-down...]

"Oh yeah..." he panted, tightening his grip on her waist, "nothing like a... a fast fuck!... Oh God - fuck me faster, Mrs Jones, fuck me faster...! Oh God, yeah... yeah... yeah... Aaaahhh... Aaaahhh... Aaahhh... Aaahhh... Aaahhh..."

She was gasping with fatigue now, her lungs on fire and her legs like jelly as she drove herself desperately to keep bouncing. Oh God, you little bastard, she thought in despair - come, come, come, come, COME...! And then just as she felt she couldn't last for even one second longer he suddenly screamed and thrust his hips frantically upwards. "Oh fuck...!" he howled. "Oh God...! That cunt on my dick... Too much...! Coming... COMING...! Oh FUCK...! AAAAAAHHHHHH...!"

Oh thank God, she thought as she slumped forward against him, with her abused vagina aching and burning. Thank God... thank God... thank God...

His hands squeezed wearily at her trembling buttocks. "God, Mrs Jones," he sighed, still breathing hoarsely, "you sure know how to fuck... Oh God, I'm just gonna keep you here and fuck you and fuck you... all fucking day... Ohhhhhh Godddddd..."

Oh no! Her heart sank with despair. "Oh please, Albert," she begged desperately, "I've got to go to school, I've just got to! Oh God, please, please, please - I'll lose my job...!"

His head fell back in the chair and his eyes closed. "OK," he said tiredly as his hands fell away from her hips, "fuck off. Before I change my mind."

She leapt up off his lap and grabbed at her clothes. "Oh God," she moaned as she hastily dressed again - "so late! So damned late - Oh God...!"

She heard his voice from behind her as she rushed out the door. It sounded something like "Have a good day." God damn you, she thought hopelessly, slamming the door behind her and running to the elevator. God damn you to hell!

She drove like a woman possessed. At least three drivers honked their horns angrily as her as she cut in front of them. She finally screeched to a halt in the school carpark at 9.06 a.m., then leapt out and ran frantically across to her classroom. She could feel her braless breasts bouncing wildly inside her clothing as she ran. Oh God please don't let anyone see me, she prayed - please, please, please, please, please...

Then as she ran up to the door of her classroom, gasping and panting, she realized that one of the new male teachers was standing further up the hallway, staring open-mouthed at the front of her blouse. She stopped, face burning, and quickly straightened her clothing. Then she took a deep shuddering breath and walked into her class - ten minutes late.

* * * * *

The last of her students finally filed out for lunch. She slumped down in her chair and closed her eyes. Thank God that's over, she thought gratefully - the morning definitely didn't get any better as it went on. Oh God!

She let out a deep sigh and reached down slowly and wearily to pick up her lunchbox. Then she remembered. Oh God, she thought in sudden alarm, I can't just sit here!

She quickly wolfed down half a sandwich and jumped up, biting quickly into her apple as she hurried out of the door. For God's sake what's the time, she thought anxiously, looking at her watch and clutching the key she held in her other hand. Whatever I do I've got to get there first!

As she approached the rear of the school she looked hastily behind her, then darted into a side hallway. She hurried up to a locked door and quickly inserted the key in the lock, looking fearfully behind her again. "Oh!..." she gasped, flushing as Albie suddenly appeared around the corner and headed towards her.

"Hi, Mrs Jones," he said, smiling crookedly. "How'd the morning go? Many of the guys notice your loose boobs?"

"Oh God, Albert," she said apprehensively, "you should have waited! You should have waited a few minutes longer." She looked over his shoulder, trembling with anxiety as she hustled him into the storeroom. "We can't afford to be seen together like this. For God's sake!..."

"What's the matter, Mrs Jones?" He was still smiling as she hurriedly closed the door and locked it. "Afraid the guys are gonna get jealous? After they spent all morning watching your boobs bouncing?" His smile got wider. "Did you bend over for them? So they could look down your blouse? It must've been a fun morning."

Her flush got deeper as she remembered. Remembered how carefully she had tried to move around the classroom, to stop her loose breasts from moving. How sometimes she had forgotten and moved too quickly. How some of the boys had nudged each other and whispered and snickered. It had been anything but a fun morning!

"Your troubles are over, Mrs Jones," he went on. "You can bounce your boobs as much as you want in front of me and I won't mind." His lips twisted. "In fact, why don'tcha take your blouse off and bounce them for me right now?"

Oh God! She reached up to the front of her blouse and began to slowly unbutton it. He stood watching her as she finally removed it and laid it down on a nearby shelf. "The skirt too," he said. "But leave you high heels on. You look good in those."

She put the skirt beside the blouse and stood in front of him, naked in her shoes. "OK," he said. "Bounce."

Her face flamed. She gritted her teeth and shook herself, making her bare breasts wobble briefly.

"Aw, c'mon, Mrs Jones," he said sarcastically. "That all the bouncing you did? All morning?"

Oh God, you little pervert! She clenched her fists and shook herself longer, making her breasts quiver and jiggle.

"Yeah," he said happily, "the guys must've had fun all right, watching your tits doing that all morning under your blouse." His mouth twisted again. "I bet they were sitting there with their tongues hanging out, wishing they could fuck you. Wishing you were theirs."

Then he moved closer and pressed himself up against her naked body. "But you're not theirs. You're mine. You know that, don't you, Mrs Jones?" He reached up and stroked her hair. "Your head's mine..." His fingers slid around to her lips. "...Your mouth's mine. I can skullfuck you whenever I want. You know that. Don't you?"

The hopeless despair was back now, overwhelming her humiliation. "Oh God. Y...yes, Albert."

His hands moved to her breasts. "And your tits are mine. I can suck them and bite them and squeeze them..."

"Ohhhhh!..." she gasped.

"...As much as I want." His fingers tugged at her nipples. "And I can put those neat little clips on your nips whenever I feel like it. You know that too, don't you?"

She shuddered. "Yes, Albert," she whispered hopelessly. "I know that."

"And your ass." His hands slid down and cradled her bruised buttocks. "That's mine, too. I can paddle it and make it red and stripy whenever I want. Can't I?"

The tears were stinging her eyes now. "Yes, Albert. Oh God."

His hand moved around to her crotch. "And what else is mine? Tell me, Mrs Jones."

"Oh God. My... my cunt. That's yours too, Albert."

His finger was up inside her, making her wince. "What for, Mrs Jones? Why's it mine?"

"So you can f...f...fuck it, Albert. Oh God."

His finger pumped slowly in and out of her. "So I can fuck it and fuck it and fuck it until I can't stand up. That's right, isn't it?"

She closed her eyes and turned her face away in despair.  "Yes, Albert. So you can... so you can fuck it and fuck it and fuck it until you can't stand up." Oh Rob, she thought in agony, where are you? For God's sake, WHY AREN'T YOU HERE?

He was still talking as he probed her vagina. "Did you get the rug and the towel at recess, like I told you?"

Her face burned again. "Y...yes, Albert. I laid them round behind the shelves."

"Good." He laid his hands on her bare buttocks and gave her a push. "Let's go there. I need another fuck."

Oh God, she thought hopelessly as she walked in front of him, when DON'T you need one, you little bastard? And how long before someone catches us doing it?

He stopped near the rug and started peeling off his T-shirt. Then he paused, staring at her. "What are you waiting for, Mrs Jones?" he demanded. "Why aren't you down there on your back with your legs open? You think I want to wait all day?"

She flinched, her cheeks throbbing with sudden humiliation. How was I to know what the hell you wanted, you little bastard, she thought bitterly. One minute it's a blow job, the next minute it's me on top, the next minute it's missionary... She got down on the rug and spread her legs and turned her face away, lips trembling.

He finished getting undressed and pressed his naked body down against hers. "Oh God," he sighed as he slowly pushed himself into her, "that cunt sure feels nice. So fucking NICE...!" He settled down to a slow unhurried rhythm, his bare buttocks rising and falling slowly and steadily on top of her. "Oh God... Just gonna do it... and do it.. and do it... All fucking DAY...!"

God damn you, she thought in despair as she lay there grunting under his slow thrusting, you might have all day but I haven't! She looked fearfully over towards the locked door. For God's sake get finished so I can get out of here!

But he was showing no sign of finishing. "Oh God," he gasped as he kept up the same slow in-and-out cadence on top of her, "this would have to be... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... the best fucking fuck... uhhhhhh!... I've ever HAD!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... And it's going on... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... for fucking EVER!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!..."

For God's sake finish, she thought desperately. She grabbed for his face with both hands, pulling his lips onto hers and probing frantically into his open mouth with her tongue. Then she quickly wrapped her legs around him and began thudding her hips urgently up and down on the rug. Oh God, you little bastard - finish, finish, FINISH!...

"Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..." he slobbered into her open mouth. Then he lifted his face away. "My dick... getting to you or something, Mrs Jones?" he panted. He speeded up his thrusting to match her movements. "You horny bitch - you're starting to... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... like all this fucking... aren't you?... Oh fuck - kiss me like that again! Mmmmmmm!... Ummmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!"

Her face burned with shame under his kissing. God damn you, you little monster, she thought savagely, I am NOT a whore - I do NOT enjoy being raped day and night! But if you don't finish soon I'll be late for my afternoon class as well! She tightened her grip on his face and rammed her mouth even harder against his, licking and probing and sucking, while she tightened her legs and ground her groin against him. For God's sake - COME!...

He tore his mouth away again. "Oh God," he wailed as his thrusting became even harder and faster, "that fucking CUNT!... Warm... and wet... and fucking fantastic!... Oh shit...! Oh fuck...! Oh God...! Ohhhhhh YEAAAAAAHHHHHH!..."

Thank God, she thought as she finally felt his semen spurting inside her. She fell back against the rug, panting and exhausted. Thank God! Thank God!...

"Oh God..." he sighed, slumping down onto her. He gave a few last tired thrusts with his slowly-softening penis. "Oh God... Oh fuuuckkkkkk...!"

She rolled her eyes apprehensively towards the door. "Albert," she said hesitantly as he lay breathing hoarsely on top of her, "I... I have to go. I've got to get ready for my afternoon class. I can't afford to be late again. Please, Albert...!"

"Oh God..." He finally rolled off her and lay on his back on the rug. "Oh fuck..." He reached over and wearily fondled one of her breasts. "And... and you liked it too, didn't you, Mrs Jones? You really got into it, humping and kissing me like that." He let out a long tired sigh, and then slid one hand up under her head, lifting it slightly up off the floor. "So why don'tcha... why don'tcha give Mr Dick a nice big wet licky kiss. And then you can tell him, 'Thanks for a fantastic fuck, Mr Dick.' "

Her face burned again. Oh God - it was just to finish you off, you conceited little bastard! She struggled up off the floor and unwillingly brought her face down towards his wet penis. "Th...thank you for a fantastic fuck, Mr Dick," she muttered, and briefly kissed it.

"Nah," he said. "A nice big kiss, Mrs Jones - a nice big long wet licky sucky kiss. And then say it again. Say it like you meant it."

Rape's not enough, is it, she thought bitterly. I've got to thank you for it afterwards! She took his limp penis in one hand and bent down to it again, kissing and licking and sucking and shuddering at the taste. "Th...thank you, Mr Dick," she said once more as her mouth came away. "Thank you for a fantastic fuck." Oh God!

"Kiss him again," he commanded. "Lick him clean. And say, 'Please get hard again soon, Mr Dick, so you can fuck me again.' "

She bent down again, flushed with humiliation, and began licking. As soon as the taste had receded she lifted her head and said, as grudgingly as she dared, "Please get hard again soon, Mr Dick. So you can f...fuck me again." Satisfied now, you little pervert?

"Yeah," he sighed contentedly - "nothing like a grateful bitch." He pushed her away. "OK - stand up and let me see my cum running out of your cunt. Then you can go."

She got up, still trembling, and stood at attention in front of him. "Yeah," he said again, "look at all that cum. Looks great." He looked sharply up at her. "Don't you go cleaning it off - you leave it there. You got that?"

Oh yes, she thought bitterly, I've got it all right - I go back to my class stinking like a brothel! "Yes, Albert," she said sullenly as she pulled her clothes back on.

He waved one hand in dismissal. "OK - fuck off, back to your class. All the guys must be waiting for you. Waiting for you to bounce your boobs again." He smiled up at her. "Have fun."

She turned to leave, her face crimson. Thanks for nothing - you little bastard!

"Oh, Mrs Jones." His voice stopped her near the door. "Be ready to leave at 4 p.m. Today you're gonna take me shopping."

* * * * *

As they walked into the electronics store her heart sank. My God, she thought - look at the price of all this stuff, for God's sake! She looked hopelessly across at Albie. Oh God - so now I suppose you're going to make me blow months and months of savings.

He looked back at her, reading her mind. "Yeah, Mrs Jones, that's right - now you get to spend lots of money. Aren't you lucky?" He smiled thinly. "You find your credit card?"

"Yes, Albert," she muttered sullenly.

"Where was it?"

She flushed. "In the bottom of my overnight bag. Joey... Joey must've hidden it there." The twisted little bastard!

Albie grunted. "Yeah. Too bad you got caught short in Jake's store." Then he smiled again. "But it worked out OK, didn't it? His customers oughta have a real ball on Wednesday night."

The feeling of bleak despair swept over her once more. "Oh God, Albert," she said hopelessly, "I... I can't go through with that. I just can't! For God's sake why can't I just go and pay for the stuff and... and leave it at that? Please, Albert - for pity's sake...!"

But the young salesman was on them before Albie could reply. "Hi, folks," he said brightly. "Anything I can help you with?"

She stood there hopelessly, listening to them talking unintelligible jargon together, about tablet...s and Bluetooth and wireless internet, while the upcoming evening in Jake's store kept running and running through her mind. Oh God, she thought despairingly, maybe if I went there alone and offered to pay him. Maybe if I offered to pay him double...

"You got your credit card there, Mrs Jones?" Albie's voice interrupted her thoughts. "It's time to pay and go."

She looked numbly at the four-figure sum on the credit card slip, and then signed it without a word. My God, she thought hopelessly - months of savings. Months and months...!

"So be sure to get back to me if you have any problems," the young salesman was saying. "Like I already told you, it's kinda slow, and it's not real cheap to use. You need a big budget if you're gonna spend much time online."

Albie smiled at him. "No problem," he said. "I got someone to cover the bills for me. Thanks for everything."

"You're welcome." The salesman was already turning away to serve the next customer. "Have a good day."

She tried again after they were sitting back in the car. "Albert - about Wednesday night..."

"Look at this, Mrs Jones." He held up the small computer. "Wireless internet. Now I can go online anywhere." He peered at it again, working the little keyboard with one hand. "And if I go to this site... Yeah - there we are." He held it up near her face. "See - there's your video. The one of you and Joey. Kinda slow and jerky, 'cause there isn't a lot of bandwidth, but there it is. Isn't that great?"

She stared numbly at the jerky little image. It froze momentarily, with Joey grimacing as he thrust into her from behind, then stuttered back to life again. "Oh God," she whispered. "You mean... you mean now you can send that video from anywhere? Even... even without a phone line? Oh my God..."

"Yeah." He was smirking at her. "Pics and vids - from anywhere. Any time. I can send stuff to your old man, I can send stuff to your boss, I can send stuff to the cops. Anywhere. Any time. Isn't that great?"

She sat there stunned, staring hopelessly at the little screen. Joey's penis was in her mouth now. "Oh God," she whispered again as despair completely overwhelmed her. "Oh GOD...!"

"So," he went on, "whenever I tell you to do something, Mrs Jones, you better fucking do it. And you better do it fast. Now drive me back to the school."

* * * * *

She stood there trembling, back at the storeroom door, while he waited impatiently for her to unlock it. Oh God, she thought dully as the door swung open, what's he going to do to me now?

He walked inside, looking around at the shelves. "Where are the marker pens, Mrs Jones? I need one."

"Th...there, Albert." She pointed hesitantly. What the hell does he want now, she thought. "But you... you have to sign for it..."

"You sign for it, Mrs Jones." He carelessly ripped open one of the boxes and took out a black marker. "I'm just a student, remember?" He held up the pen, looking at it. "Yeah, that'll do."

She trotted fearfully after him as he headed around behind the shelves. For God's sake, she thought, what does he...?

"Where's that rug?" he demanded. "And the towel?"

"Oh God - I... I took them away after class. I didn't want anyone else finding them. Oh God, I'm sorry, Albert, I didn't know you'd want them again today." She turned away, desperate to appease him. "I'll... I'll go get them again right now..."

"Forget it." He knelt down beside the stack of shelves and carefully wrote something on the edge of the bottom shelf, down near the floor. She moved hesitantly closer and looked down, torn between curiosity and fear. FMJ the writing said. What the hell?... she thought, baffled.

"OK." He stood up again, capping the pen and slipping it into his pocket. "Let's go."

She locked the storeroom door behind them and then hurried after him again, still baffled. He led her back to the classroom where he had raped her on the floor several days before. Oh God, she thought, remembering the janitor's vacuum cleaner just outside the door while they were doing it - where is that damned janitor anyway? She looked nervously around her again as they went inside. And what's he going to think, for God's sake, if he sees me following a teenage boy around the school at this hour?

Albie was kneeling on the floor again, up at the front of the classroom, writing something low down on one of the legs of the teacher's desk. "FMJ," he said aloud as he wrote it. He looked up at her. "You know what that stands for, Mrs Jones?"

"N...no, Albert. I..."

He stood up and pocketed the pen again. "I thought you might've guessed by now. It stands for Fucked Mrs Jones." He smiled at her. "And you know something? Before we're finished I'm gonna have it written all over the school. And then like I said before, wherever I go in this damn school I can tell myself: 'That's the spot where I fucked Mrs Jones.' " He moved closer and then reached out, sliding her skirt up her thigh and slipping his hand in under it. His fingers found her pantyless crotch. "That OK with you, Mrs Jones? You looking forward to being fucked all over the school?"

"Aaahhh...!" she gasped as one of his fingers slid up inside her. "I... Oh God - y...yes, Albert. Whatever you say. Ohhhhhh...!"

"Whatever I say, huh? Well, isn't that great?" His finger started sliding in and out of her vagina. "But Mrs Jones," he went on softly, "don't you remember something? Don't you remember back at the electronics store? Don't you remember what you did when I talked about Wednesday night?"

She felt a sudden chill of fear. Oh God, she thought, trembling - what now?

His finger kept moving in and out. "You argued, Mrs Jones. That's what you did. You remember now?"

"Oh God, Albert, I..."

"And it wasn't the first time today. You argued when I wanted that farewell fuck after breakfast. Remember that too?" His finger was still moving inside her.

"Oh God, Albert, it... it was only because it was so late and..."

"What did I say was gonna happen to you when you argued? After I told you to do something?" His finger delved deeper. "What did I say was gonna happen, Mrs Jones?"

She trembled. "Oh God. You said I'd... I'd get my ass paddled. Oh God, please, Albert..."

"Yeah," he breathed, stroking her clitoris, "that's what I said, didn't I?" He paused, pulling at her shaved labia until she winced, then sliding his finger right up inside her again. "But you know something, Mrs Jones - I'm not such a bad guy. I'm gonna give you a chance to get out of the paddling. Isn't that nice of me?"

She stood there wincing and gasping as his fondling got rougher. "Uhhhhhh!... Oh, y...yes, Albert, that's... ohhhhhh!... that's so nice of you. Ahhhhhh!..."

"Right. So - all you gotta do is get the answer right. The answer I've already got here in my pocket." He pumped his finger slowly in and out of her some more. "So guess. Guess where I'm gonna write it next. Guess the next place where I'm gonna write FMJ, Mrs Jones."

Oh God! Her mind raced. What was it he said before, she thought desperately. What's the dirtiest, most humiliating...? "The boys' washroom!" she burst out suddenly. "One... one of the toilet cubicles."

"Lemme see." He made a great show of pulling a small piece of paper out of his pocket with his free hand. "And the answer is..." He paused, deliberately dragging out the moment. "...one of the GIRLS' toilet cubicles!" He looked at her in mock sympathy. "Gee, Mrs Jones - you were so damn close. What a fucking shame!"

Oh God, she thought in despair, how could I possibly have guessed THAT? And anyway, how do I know it really was...?

"See?" He held the piece of paper up in front of her face. "No cheating." He smiled at her. "Just thought we'd do something different. For a change." Then he took his other hand away from her vagina and slid it around under her skirt to fondle her buttocks. "But your ass still gets the paddling. Tough luck. And you were so damn close!" He pushed her towards the door, with his hand still up under her skirt against her bare buttocks. "Now get moving. It's FMJ time again, Mrs Jones. And I'll even let you choose the cubicle."

Oh God, she thought in dismay as they came out through the door together, where's the janitor? She looked wildly up and down the brightly-lit hallway. Is he going to see me being felt up like this, for God's sake?

Albie laughed softly. He kept fondling her bare buttocks under her skirt as they walked along. "What's the problem, Mrs Jones? The janitor's busy down the other end of the school. We've got plenty of time to fit in your next fuck before he gets back, if that's what you're worried about." He snickered again. "I wouldn't want to disappoint you. Not after you had so much fun at lunchtime."

They finally reached the girls' washroom. Thank God, she thought gratefully, looking back over her shoulder as they went in through the door - at least I'm not out in the hallway any more. With this little bastard's hand up my skirt. Oh God!

They stood together in the large tiled room. Albie's hand moved down her buttocks and slid in between her thighs from behind. "OK, Mrs Jones," he said, with his finger feeling up between her labia, "which cubicle? Like I said, you get to choose."

"Oh God." She pointed blindly. "Th..that one." And let's do it quickly, for God's sake, she thought desperately - before the janitor gets here!

"OK," he said. "Strip." His finger was still prodding at her vagina from behind. "I can't fuck you with all those clothes on."

Oh God! She stood there trembling, unbuttoning her blouse while his hand kept groping up under her bare buttocks. After her blouse was off she stood with it in her hands, looking helplessly around her. The benches were out of reach, and she didn't want to anger him by moving away from his probing fingers. "Just drop it on the floor," he told her. "And then take off your skirt."

He took his hand away so she could slide her skirt down her thighs. Then as she bent over to slide the skirt down to her ankles he put his hand back again. "Just step out of it, Mrs Jones," he said as his finger slid back up inside her. "No one's gonna steal your clothes while you're getting fucked."

She stepped forward numbly, naked except for her shoes, with his hand still working up under her crotch. Well of course I didn't think they'd be stolen, she thought despairingly. But what's the janitor going to think, for God's sake, if he looks in and sees all my clothes lying there on the floor?

He still had his hand under her crotch as they walked to the cubicle. "Now," he said as they squeezed inside together, "you get another choice. Where do you want to do it?"

She looked around uncertainly. "There's... there's no room..."

"There's always room for a fuck, Mrs Jones. If you want it bad enough." His finger moved in and out of her. "How about standing up, against the back of the door?"

"Y...yes, Albert. If that's what you..."

"But..." He was still talking as his finger moved inside her. "...then I'd write FMJ on the inside of the door. That OK with you, Mrs Jones?"

Oh God, she thought in alarm, that's so conspicuous! Everyone's bound to notice it there, and then sooner or later someone's sure to find out what it means! "Oh God! Isn't... isn't there some other way...?"

"Well," he said thoughtfully, "I could sit on the toilet lid, I guess. And then you could sit on me and fuck me, like you did this morning after breakfast."

"Yes, yes..." She clutched at him. "Let's do it like that! But please let's do it quickly, Albert - before the janitor comes. Oh God - please!..."

"But," he went on, "then I'd have to write FMJ on the toilet lid. That still OK with you?"

"Oh God - no!" she wailed. She looked frantically around the tiny space. "But there's nowhere else...!"

"How about on the floor, Mrs Jones? Then I'd write it on the toilet pedestal, down near the floor. Would that be OK?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" she said desperately. "For God's sake let's just get it done..." Then she stopped, looking despairingly around again. "But how will we fit...?"

"Just get down on the floor, Mrs Jones. Then we'll see how it works out. Like I said, there's always room for a fuck." He pulled his sneakers off and then got undressed except for his T-shirt, hanging his clothes over the cubicle door.

She sat down hesitantly, gasping as her bare bottom came in contact with the cold tiles. "Oh God," she said, trying to lie down beside the toilet pedestal, "there's no room...!"

"Just slide your legs out under the door, Mrs Jones. It doesn't go all the way to the floor. Your legs'll fit out through there."

"Oh God." She shuffled along on her back, finally getting herself awkwardly into position. "Albert, do we really have to...?"

But he was busy with his jeans, taking them back off the door and folded them. "Padding," he explained, smiling ironically down at her. "These floors are kinda rough on the knees." He bent down and laid the folded garment between her open legs and then climbed down on top of her. "See?" he panted as he struggled to slide his legs out between hers under the door. "There's always a way to fuck, if you want it bad enough." And then his penis was back at the mouth of her vagina. "Oh God..." he sighed as he slid slowly inside her again, "that cunt of yours'd feel good anywhere, Mrs Jones, I swear it. Even on the floor of the girls' washroom!"

My God, she thought despairingly as he started his slow thrusting on top of her - look at us, for God's sake! Two pairs of naked legs sticking out under the cubicle door! What if the janitor comes? Oh God - what if he comes?

"Oh fuck," he gasped as he pumped himself into her, "this feels even better... than lunchtime!... 'Cause this time I know I'm gonna last... so fucking LONG...!"

She lay there with her face beside the toilet pedestal and her back pressed down hard against the cold tiles, grunting with every slow thrust of his penis. I just know we're going to get caught, she kept telling herself hopelessly. Oh God, he's taking forever and we're going to get CAUGHT...!

His slow humping finally started to speed up. "Oh God..." he gasped. "That cunt!... Feels so good!... Oh God!... Oh fuck!... I'm gonna fucking come!... I'm gonna fucking come in your fucking cunt and it feels so fucking GOOOOOODDDD!... Oh fuck!... Oh FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!..."

After his ejaculation had ended he lay on top of her, breathing hoarsely and trembling. "Oh God..." he gasped, "I'm never gonna let you go! I'm just gonna... just gonna fuck and fuck your sweet fucking cunt for fucking ever!... Oh God - what a sweet fucking hole... Oh fuck..."

Oh please, she thought desperately as his breathing started to slow, can we go now? Oh God - please! Before we get CAUGHT!

He gave a long slow sigh and slowly struggled up off her. "That so good," he said. "That's gotta be the best FMJ so far. Oh God...!" He leaned against the wall for a while, still catching his breath. Finally he gave her a prod with one foot. "OK, Mrs Jones - fun's over. Get up and get dressed while I write on the toilet. Then you can drive me home and feed me."

She lay there looking dumbly up at him as he smiled down at her. "We've got lots of fun stuff to do after supper," he said. "Including that paddling you're due for." His smile got wider. "I can't wait."


CHAPTER 15

Supper was over at last. She stood at the kitchen sink washing the dishes, in her high heels and maid's cap, with an apron tied around her naked body.

"Your bare butt looks so cute inside that apron, Mrs Jones." Albie's voice came from behind her. "Just turn your head around a little bit. And hold that plate where I can see it. I want a good pic of my cute bare-butt maid washing the dishes for me."

Oh God, she thought helplessly as she obeyed him, not more pictures! And why are you making me wash the dishes like this anyway? Why can't I just put them in the dishwasher, like your service maid? It's just another way of humiliating me, isn't it?

"Yeah," he said, lowering the camera. "Real cute. But you look even cuter without it. So hurry up and finish those dishes and come over here. We got stuff to talk about."

What's to talk about, she thought hopelessly as she dried the last of the dishes and put them away. You blackmail me, you beat me, you rape me, you do whatever other filthy things to me that come into your filthy little adolescent head. And I just have to take it. What's to talk about, for God's sake? She took off the apron and dropped it despairingly on the bench, and then walked over naked to where he was sitting and brought herself to obedient attention in front of him.

He ran his eyes slowly up and down her nude body. "Well, don't just stand there, Mrs Jones," he said at last. "Supper's over, so it's showtime again. Get started!" And he picked up the camera once more.

Oh God! She slid one finger inside herself and slowly started pumping it in and out, her cheeks hot with fresh shame.

"And your tits, Mrs Jones. Play with your tits with your other hand. And don't forget to pull one tit up and suck your nipple."

She stood there doing as she was told, with her face burning even brighter. "Good," he said at last. "You're real docile now, aren't you? Ever since I got this." And he held up the little tablet....

"Yes, Albert." She kept doggedly pumping at herself, cheeks throbbing. For God's sake, she thought, how much longer...?

"OK," he said, "that'll do - I've got enough pics for now. Come over here and sit down on the table in front of me. And open your legs. I want a nice pink cunt to feel up while we talk."

Oh God, she thought hopelessly as she sat down in front of him, can't we even TALK without you wanting to do something filthy? She opened her legs and closed her eyes.

"Mmmm," he said approvingly as his finger slid up inside her again - "real juicy. You really got yourself going with the after-supper show, didn't you, Mrs Jones?"

She winced at his fondling. "Yes, Albert," she said sullenly.

"OK." His finger felt for her G-spot. "We got stuff to talk about. Open your eyes and look at me."

"Uhhhhhh...!" Her eyes jerked open. "Yes, Albert."

"Well, Mrs Jones, it's like this..." He kept digging up inside her. "...You know I can fuck up your marriage any time I like. Right?"

"Ohhhhhh...! Yes, Albert."

"...And you know I can get you fired from school any time I like..." [Dig, thrust, dig...]

"Aaaahhh...! Ohhhhhh...! Y...yes, Albert."

"...And you know I can send you to jail any..." [dig] "...time..." [dig] "...I..." [dig] "...like!"

"Ohhhhhh... ohhhhhh... ohhhhhh... Oh yes, Albert! Aaaahhh..."

Suddenly he pulled his finger out, leaving her partly aroused and trembling in front of him. "So," he went on, "from tonight we got a new system going." He smiled up at her. "A demerit system. Just like at school. Won't that be neat?"

Oh God, she thought, shivering - what does that mean, for God's sake?

He stood up. "Come over to my room, Mrs Jones. And I'll show you."

His PC was already running. He sat down in front of it and started working. "OK, Mrs Jones," he said. "Like I showed you before, I got all these emails queued up on that anonymous website, ready to go. And now you know I can send them from anywhere, right?"

Oh God, she thought in despair, of course I know it, you little bastard! What else do you think keeps me here, putting up with all the vile things you do to me? "Yes, Albert," she said dully.

"Well, lemme run through them again, just to remind you. Here's the attachment for the next message..." It was the pinup of her naked from the waist up, with her arms crossed in front of her. "...And the next one..." She was posed full frontal naked on the bed. "...And I made this the next one..." It was one of the pictures he had taken of her, with her breast dragged up to her mouth and her tongue licking her nipple.

She trembled, but said nothing.

"...And after this it gets real interesting. See?..." It was another of the pictures he had taken, with her fingers holding her labia wide open while she stared sensually at the camera.

Oh God, she thought hopelessly, I'd forgotten just how bad they look. How could I possibly ever explain...?

"...And the next one..." She was straddling him on his bed and pushing his penis up into her vagina with one hand.

"Oh God."

"...And the last one in the queue - 'cause if we ever get this far it'll mean you've REALLY screwed up, Mrs Jones - is the world-famous Amanda and Joey video."

He looked at her. "So it works like this. Every time you screw up you get a demerit. And when you get up to THREE demerits the next email in the queue gets fired off. No arguments, no second chances. Got it?"

Despair hit her. "N...no second chances? Oh God, please..."

"The first four emails go to your boss and your old man," he went on. "But the last two - that's the pic of you shoving my dick up your cunt, and the vid of Joey fucking you - get sent to the cops as well. Got it?"

"Yes, Albert, I've got it, I swear it. Oh please, Albert..."

"But..." He was still talking. "...like I told you before, Mrs Jones, I'm not such a bad guy. You wanna hear the good news?"

My God, she thought hopelessly, how can there possibly be any good news - after THAT?

"The good news is: you can buy back your demerits. Before they get up to three. So maybe I'll never have to send an email. Isn't that great?"

She just looked at him. There's a catch, she thought dully, not even trying to hope. There's got to be a catch. So what's the catch, you horrible little...?

"And all you gotta do, to buy back a demerit, is take whatever I feel like giving you, to work it off. Or what Joey feels like giving you, if he's here." He stopped, and smiled at her. "So waddaya think, Mrs Jones? Isn't that a great system? I just knew you'd appreciate it, being a schoolteacher."

She felt her tears starting again. I can just imagine what you'll feel like giving me, you vile little monster. Whippings - paddlings - trying out all that... that dreadful equipment on me... Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...!

"Awww," he said, "don't cry, Mrs Jones. Look on the bright side. All you gotta do is never screw up, and then everything'll be just fine. Right?"

"Oh God," she sobbed. All she could feel was despair. "Oh God!"

"Hey," he said, reaching up and patting her bare shoulder, "lemme show you how easy it is. Lemme show you how it works." He got up. "C'mon, Mrs Jones - over to the dining table."

She stood hopeless and trembling beside the wide polished table while he went into the master bedroom. "Now, Mrs Jones..." He dumped the large bag from Jake's store onto the table. "...all I want to do tonight is find out how good some of this stuff is." He rummaged around in the bag. "Yeah," he said happily, pulling out a small wooden paddle, "there it is." Then he pulled out a small whip and a wicked-looking little quirt and laid them on the table beside the paddle. "And those too."

Oh God, she thought, I knew it - I just knew it!...

"And all YOU gotta do is - give me your opinion. OK? And if you do that right you won't get even a single demerit." He smiled at her again. "See how easy it is?"

She trembled again. Oh God! Then she licked her dry lips. "But w...what do I...?"

"You just bend over the table, Mrs Jones." He was still smiling. "Yeah, just like that. Now, stretch out as far as you can, and grab the far edge of the table with your fingers. Yeah - that's it! Now," he went on, "all you gotta do is not let go - and you won't score any demerits. That's dead easy - right?"

"Oh God," she whimpered, tightening her grip on the edge of the table. She could feel her whole body shaking.

He picked up the paddle. "OK," he said, "think of it like this, Mrs Jones. Imagine you've just earned yourself fifty swats. Right?"

Her bare buttocks tensed. "Oh God!..."

"And all I want you to tell me is - which one would you rather get them with? This one?..." [WHAPPP!]

"Owwwwww!" she wailed.

"...Or this one?..." He had put down the paddle and was holding the little whip. [WHIPPP!]

"Aaaahhhh! Owwwwww!... Oh God!..."

"...Or this one?..." This time he had the quirt. [SLASH!]

"Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Oh God, oh God..." Without realizing it she had let go of the table edge with one hand and was frantically clutching at her burning buttock while her legs kicked out behind her. "Owwwww!... Oh GOD!..."

"Awww, gee, Mrs Jones, you went and let go of the edge. That's one demerit already. What a bummer!"

"Ohhhhhh... Oh God... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!" She scrabbled desperately back across the table, feeling her bare breasts skidding across the polished surface as she went. "I'm sorry, Albert," she wept as she finally regained her grip on the far edge. "I... I wasn't ready. Please... please could you not count that one? Oh God - please!..."

"Hey, it's only one demerit, Mrs Jones. You got two more to go before you get into trouble." He picked up the paddle again. "So let's try it over, and see if you get it right this time." He paused. "You sure you're ready now? We wouldn't want to lose another demerit so soon, would we?"

"Oh God. N...no, Albert. Oh God!..."

"OK - here we go again. Would you rather get them with this one?..." [WHAPPP!]

"Owwwwww!"

"...Or this one?..." [WHIPPP!]

"Aaaahhhh! Owwwwww!..."

"...Or THIS one?..." [SLASH!]

"Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh God, the paddle! Oh please, please, just the paddle! Owwwwww!..."

"Hey, you're doing real good, Mrs Jones. And so far no more demerits - isn't that great? So now let's try just the whip and the quirt. Would you rather get this one?..." [WHIPPP!]

"Aaaahhhh! Owwwwww!..."

"...Or THIS one?..." [SLASH!]

"Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..." She kicked wildly with both feet, clinging desperately to the table edge. "The whip, the whip! Oh God - the whip!"

"Great," he said quietly as her sobbing died away. "So now I know which one you REALLY don't like." He brandished the quirt and looked at it. "Thanks a lot, Mrs Jones."

Then as the rush of pain and panic faded, she realized. She closed her eyes, clutching hopelessly at the table. Oh God, you stupid idiot, she told herself. Now you've told him exactly how to hurt you the most! Oh my God - stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...

"And even without all the demerits and stuff, you still got that paddling coming to you for arguing. For arguing at breakfast and arguing about Wednesday night. You remember, Mrs Jones?"

"Oh God." She clung to the table.

"But you can stand up again for now. I wanna get naked and then maybe we'll try something different."

She struggled up off the table and then stood there, slowly massaging her punished buttocks. She looked down at the quirt lying beside Jake's bag and flinched. Stupid, stupid, stupid...

Albie undressed quickly. "God," he said ruefully, looking at his crotch as he pulled down his jeans, "I still haven't gotten hard again. You sure have fucked my dick, Mrs Jones."

Why's it my fault, she thought dully. You're the one who's been raping me non-stop for the last two days and more, you little bastard. No wonder you can't get it up.

"OK." He stood there naked, looking at her. "So what are we gonna do to you for arguing, Mrs Jones?"

Oh God, she thought hopelessly, you're asking ME? "I..." she faltered.

"How about jumping jacks? You wanna do some jumping jacks for me? You know - jump up, throw your arms out, open your legs. And then land back down on your toes." He smiled. "Oughta look real great when you get up a rhythm, Mrs Jones - with your tits bouncing and your bald cunt opening and shutting." His smile got wider. "Yeah - I think I wanna see you doing that!"

Her heart sank. "Oh God..."

"And..." he went on, "just to make sure you keep up the rhythm, we'll use - guess what? - the QUIRT!"

"Oh God! Oh please, Albert, couldn't we do something different? Oh God, please...!"

He shook his head. "Nothing doing, Mrs Jones. I let you get away with arguing this morning, when I told you to give me a farewell fuck. But you're not getting away with it this time." He flicked the quirt impatiently. "And if you take any longer to get started it'll be another demerit. And a double paddling. That what you want?"

"Oh God." She moved away from the table and brought herself to naked attention, with her legs trembling. Then she licked her lips and slowly and unwillingly bent her knees. She looked pleadingly at him. "Please..." she began again.

"OK," he said. "Jump!"

She jumped desperately into the air, trying to remember to throw out her arms and legs at the same time. Then before she realized it she had crashed back down to earth again, with her legs still awkwardly apart. "Ohhh!..." she gasped as she stumbled and staggered.

"That," he said disgustedly, "was fucking pathetic. Bend over, Mrs Jones, and poke your ass over this way. Let's see if we can encourage you to do better."

"Oh God, please - I've never done them before, I..."

"Shut up and bend over. Or you'll score demerit number two."

"Oh God!" She bent over and pushed her bare bottom unwillingly towards him, trembling and cringing.

[SLASH!] [SLASH!]

"Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" She leapt bolt upright and clutched wildly at her beaten buttocks, hopping from one foot to the other to try to relieve the pain. "Owwwwww! Oh God!..."

"Hey," he said, "that's much more fun than when you're stretched over a table. You're a real great dancer, Mrs Jones." He paused, snickering. "I gotta see that again. Bend over and push out your ass."

"Oh God, please...!" She stood there clutching her bottom and not moving, looking at him imploringly. She was crying openly now.

"That's two demerits! Now bend over right now or trigger the next email."

"Ohhhhhh... Oh God...!" She quickly did as she was told, her whole body trembling as she held herself in place. "Oh God, pl..."

[SLASH!] [SLASH! SLASH!] Much harder.

"Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!... Oh GOD!..."

"Yeah!" he shouted over her howling. "Great dancing. Really great! You oughta do it for a living, Mrs Jones. You'd make a fortune!"

He stood watching until she was finally still, holding her buttocks and sobbing softly. "OK, Mrs Jones," he said at last, "you think you can do better at the jumping jacks now? Or do you just want a double paddling with the quirt?"

"Oh God!" She let go of her aching bottom and quickly bent her knees again.

"Jump!"

This time she managed to land back more or less on her toes. She staggered, but managed to keep her balance.

"Great, Mrs Jones - you're getting the idea. Now let's get a decent rhythm going. Jump!...... Jump!...... Jump!...... Jump!...... Hey, that's fantastic! That looks really great! Jump!...... Jump!...... Jump!......"

She struggled desperately to keep up the rhythm, gasping and panting with the exertion as she leapt up and down. He pulled up a dining chair and sat down in front of her. "Oh fuck, yeah," he said, raising his voice above the sound of her frantic gasping. "God, that looks fucking fantastic - your tits bouncing, and your cunt opening and shutting... Oh yeah - just as good as I thought it'd be!"

"Oh God..." she gasped as she desperately forced her rubbery legs to keep working, "can't keep it up... any longer...! Oh God - please...!"

"OK," he said at last. "Take a break, Mrs Jones. Get you breath back for the next bit."

"Oh God..." She came down to rest at last and stood there, chest heaving and covered in perspiration, sucking in huge lungfuls of air one after the other. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God...!"

He got out of the chair and picked up the quirt. "But you didn't think you'd get away with just aerobics, did you, Mrs Jones? You've still got that paddling to come." He walked around behind her. "So this time we'll make it a little bit faster, and I'll help you keep up the pace. Bend your knees and stick your butt out."

"Oh no! Please, Albert...!"

"You want the third demerit?"

"Oh God..." She bent her knees and stuck out her bottom, then leapt suddenly into the air to try to evade the blow. But Albie's hand was faster. "Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed as the quirt connected, and then fell forward in a tangle of arms and legs on the floor.

"Awww," said Albie, "you didn't keep jumping! C'mon - get up on your feet and let's try it again."

"Oh God, please..." She looked beseechingly up at him from the floor, her face streaked with tears. "I can't possibly keep doing it if you... if you keep hitting me like that. Oh God - please, Albert...!"

He tapped the quirt against his bare thigh. "Third demerit," he said warningly.

But her next attempt was no better. He looked down at her as she lay sprawled on the floor a second time, clutching her buttock and sobbing. "OK, Mrs Jones, I got another idea. There's gotta be something you can keep doing while I paddle you. Stand up and put your hands on your head."

She struggled unwillingly to her feet, still weeping, and slowly did as she was told. "Right," he said, "now it's gonna be jogging. You're gonna jog round the room while I encourage you on the ass. And if your hands come off your head it'll be send the email time. Got it?"

"Oh God..."

"OK, Mrs Jones - go!" [SLASH!]

"Owwwwww!" She dashed off awkwardly across the room holding her hands hard down on her head, with him in hot pursuit. [SLASH!] "Aaaaggghhh!..." [SLASH!] "Aaaaggghhh!..." [SLASH!] "Owwwwww!..."

"Go, Mrs Jones!" he yelled gleefully as he ran behind her. "Run FASTER!..." [SLASH!] "...Let's see those boobs BOUNCE!.." [SLASH!] [SLASH!] "...Yeaaay - it's the NAKED OLYMPICS!..." [SLASH!] [SLASH!] [SLASH!]

She ran around frantically among the furniture, desperately trying to stay ahead of him and keep her hands in place at the same time, but the quirt kept finding its target. Then as she sprinted wildly across the living room he ran up beside her and swung his arm as hard as he could. [SLAAASSSHHH!]

"AIYEEEEEE!..." She leaped into the air with an agonized shriek and then collapsed in a crumpled heap on the floor, clutching her buttocks and sobbing uncontrollably.

He threw the quirt to one side. "Now I'm hard again," he said happily, and climbed on top of her.

* * * * *

She stood naked watching him eat his breakfast, with the semen from his early morning coitus still sticky on her thighs. She could feel each quirt mark on her buttocks from the night before still throbbing faintly. Oh God, she thought, trembling, please let him be happy this morning...!

"Hey," he said suddenly, looking up at her, "what are you doing just standing there, Mrs Jones? Get under the table and suck my dick."

"Oh God!" She scrambled under the table and hastily pressed her face up against his flaccid penis. "Sobby, Abbert... Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Ummmmmm..."

"Yeah," he sighed, leaning back in his chair, "that's what I call breakfast, Mrs Jones - your cooking in my mouth and my dick in your mouth. Now if only there was some way for you to give me a blow job AND feed me with a fork at the same time. Then I wouldn't have to do anything!"

"Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Ummmmmm..."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He finished the last mouthful and then pushed her face away from his crotch. "Take my plate away and bring me some more coffee."

"Yes, Albert!" She scrambled quickly out again and served him. Then she brought herself back to naked attention beside him. "A...anything else, Albert?"

"Yeah." He sounded amused. "Go put your clothes on and come back here." He smirked up at her. "It just looks so fucking sexy when you lift your skirt up and play with yourself. I love it!" His smirk got wider. "Maybe one day I'll make you do it in front of the whole class."

Her face went white. "Oh God, Albert," she stammered, aghast, "how... how could we possibly keep it a secret if you made me do that? Someone... someone would say something for sure! Oh God, Albert, for God's sake please don't make me..."

He cut her off. "Just go get dressed, Mrs Jones. Get dressed and then come back here and give me the farewell finger. And don't argue."

"Yes, Albert," she said, desperate to appease him. Oh God, I mustn't get another demerit, she thought fearfully as she ran to get her clothes. He'll send the email!

She ran back breathless, still buttoning her blouse across her bare breasts. "OK," he said as she came to a hurried halt in front of him, "lift your skirt and get started."

Her face colored again as she lifted the skirt out of the way and pushed her finger back inside. "Yeah," he said after a while, "that sure is sexy. I just gotta make you do that in front of the class!"

"Oh God, Albert, please!..." She started to cry as she pumped doggedly at herself in front of him. "Oh please, Albert..." [Pump, pump, pump] "...Please, please, PLEASE don't make me do that..." [Pump, pump, pump] "...Oh God - PLEASE!..." [Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...]

"But it's such a great show, Mrs Jones. It really turns me on." Then he looked down at himself and frowned. "Shit, I'm still not hard. God, Mrs Jones, you sure have stolen my mojo!"

It's not my fault, she thought in growing despair. [Pump, pump, pump] Oh God, you're the one who's done it and done it until you haven't got anything left... [Pump, pump, pump, pump] ...And now you're going to make me do this in front of the class and Rob'll divorce me and despise me and I'll lose my job and I'll go to jail forever and ever and ever... "Oh God!" she wailed aloud, suddenly desolate, with her tears falling even faster. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God...!"

"OK, Mrs Jones." His voice broke through her sobbing. "Lay off." He looked up at her tear-soaked face. "You better think of some other way to get me hard. That's if you want to make it to school before lunchtime."

"W...what?" She stood there, finger still buried in her vagina, looking at him blankly.

"Well, seeing it's your fault I can't get hard again it's up to you to think of something. So think of something."

"Oh God." Her shoulders slumped resignedly as she wiped the tears away. All right, she thought hopelessly, so you want me to suck you again, you little pervert. My God, I seem to be spending my whole life with your damned thing in my mouth...

"Nah," he said as she knelt down wearily in front of him and reached for his flaccid organ. "Something original, Mrs Jones. Not that again."

She just looked at him. "I... I don't know, Albert. Maybe... maybe you can think of something."

"You open to suggestions, huh?"

"Yes, Albert." Suddenly she didn't care any more.

"Well, Mrs Jones, I've just had a great idea." His lips twisted. "You've been on two demerits for a while now - right?"

The first stirrings of fresh fear moved through her. Oh God, she thought - what now? "Y...yes, Albert."

"And that's real unsafe, isn't it? I mean, the next email could go off any time. And you wouldn't want that, would you?"

She was trembling again. "N...no, Albert."

"So," he went on, "the way I see it, right now'd be a good time to buy back those demerits." He was smiling again. "And if you could buy back those demerits AND get me hard at the same time, that'd be just great for both of us, wouldn't it?"

"I..."

"Go look on the dining table, Mrs Jones." His smile got wider. "Remember the paddle and the whip and the quirt? Well, because I'm such a nice guy I'm gonna let you choose. I'm gonna let you choose which one you're gonna bring back here. Isn't that nice of me?"

"Oh God..."

He waved her away. "Go get it, Mrs Jones. And just remember - you're the one who asked for suggestions."

Why do you do it, she asked herself hopelessly as she stumbled out through the kitchen door. Why do you let him call the shots? She looked despairingly down at the three horrible implements lying on the dining table and reached out unwillingly for the paddle. Oh God...!

He was still smiling when she got back. "OK," he said happily as he took the paddle, "bend over the breakfast table and pull your skirt up. And because I'm such a nice guy, I'll cancel BOTH demerits if this gets me hard again. Isn't that nice of me?"

"Oh God!" She did as she was told and waited, naked buttocks trembling, for the first blow.

"OK, Mrs Jones." He moved behind her. "Let's see how many it takes to get me hard." Then she heard him snicker. "And because I'm such a nice guy, I'll fuck you from behind after I get it up again. So you won't even have to move. Isn't that nice of me?" He swung the paddle. [WHAPPP!]

"Owwwwww!"

Then he started hitting her in earnest. [WHAPPP!] [WHAPPP!] [WHAPPP!] [WHAPPP!] "Don't worry, Mrs Jones," he shouted over the sound of her wailing. "It shouldn't take more than 200 swats to get my mojo back again!"

* * * * *

She walked slowly across the school carpark, carrying her bag and trying not to limp too obviously. Her raw buttocks still throbbed under her skirt. Thank God he didn't use the quirt, she thought gratefully. The paddle was bad enough!

She shivered at the thought of it, of the incredible sense of relief she had felt when he finally stopped beating her and entered her from behind. My God, she thought, trembling, I never thought I'd actually feel thankful to be raped! Then she glanced at her watch. Well at least I got there early enough this morning - early enough to put up with all his filth and vileness and still make it here ahead of time.

She looked around almost furtively, and then went in to the teachers' washroom. After she had shut herself in a cubicle she opened her bag and pulled out the bra and panties. Suddenly she felt like a guilty schoolgirl. Oh for God's sake, she told herself, you know the little bastard never shows up at class - he's only been coming in for his lunchtime and after-school rapes. And you think you can take another day of all those boys leering at you?

She pulled the panties up under her skirt, gasping as she eased them slowly and painfully up over her sore buttocks. Then she took off her blouse and quickly put on the bra as well. Don't worry, she kept telling herself as she rebuttoned her blouse with trembling fingers - don't worry. He won't be there. Just make sure you take them off again well before lunch.

But he WAS there! Just after morning recess she saw him, sitting at the back of the class and staring fixedly at her.

She went rigid. Behave normally, she told herself - just behave normally! Your blouse is loose enough that he can't possibly be sure. All you have to do is make an excuse to slip out just before lunch and take them off again. He might suspect, but he can't possibly be sure!

She continued with the lesson, being careful to move herself slowly and smoothly around the room, as if she was trying to stop her breasts bouncing. Then just before 12 noon she glanced at her watch and said casually, "Uh, class, I have to go now. Just finish up that last exercise and we'll all look at it together after lunch..."

"Mrs Jones?" It was Albie, heading up to the front of the class with his workbook in his hand. "Can you give me a minute or two? There's some stuff I don't understand about this exercise."

"Uh, we'll have a look at it right after lunch, Albert. Right now I have to go..."

"Please, Mrs Jones." He was looking at her imploringly. "It'll only take a minute. I want to work on it over the lunch break. And all I need is a little bit of help."

The whole class had fallen silent, waiting to see her reaction. Oh God, she thought, the little bastard's got me. God help me now! "O...OK, Albert," she said weakly. "What... what is it you need to know?"

As he opened his book in front of her one of the other students called out, "It's lunch break, Mrs Jones. Can we go now?"

The class started filing out without even waiting for her answer. She was sitting rigid, staring at the workbook page Albie was holding open in front of her. The writing was small, but very, very legible: You stay right there, Mrs Jones. Until everybody's gone. DON'T YOU FUCKING MOVE!

Oh God! The last students were leaving the room. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!...

He waited until their footsteps had died away. Then he started talking, very quietly. "You know something, Mrs Jones? I got real horny thinking about you after you left this morning. Remembering how I paddled you and made you yell, while my dick got harder and harder. And then how I fucked you from behind, and how you yelped every time I banged up against your red ass. And so I thought I'd come to school earlier today, and sit in class for a while and see what your boobs look like bouncing around under your blouse." He looked down at her. "And guess what, Mrs Jones? No bounce."

Face him down, she thought desperately, staring past him at the back wall. For God's sake face him down for once. It's your only chance! "Well, Albert," she said, as firmly as she could, "I guess that's because I got tired of all those boys staring at me. And so I made myself move very slowly and carefully, so I wouldn't bounce. I imagine that's why you couldn't see any bouncing. And now if you'll excuse me for a few minutes I just have to go to the..."

His hand moved like lightning, grabbing her top button and flipping it undone before she could move. And then just as quickly he had one side of her blouse slipped partly off her shoulder. "Well, well, well, Mrs Jones," he said, still speaking very softly, "what's that I can see? If I didn't know better I'd say it looked just like a bra strap. But of course it can't be, can it? Because you're not wearing a bra, are you?"

"Oh God." Her facade crumbled. "Oh God."

He moved around so that he was standing between her and the door. Then he slid his hand quickly down the front of her blouse. "And if you're not wearing a bra," he hissed, "then WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"

* * * * *

She stood at attention in front of him in the storeroom, naked except for her high heels. And trembling all over.

"Well, well, well," he said, holding up her discarded clothing - "bra AND panties! You sure decided to go for the big screw up, didn't you, Mrs Jones?"

A desperate little sob escaped her. "Oh please, Albert! I... I got so I couldn't bear it, the way all those boys were staring at me. I just couldn't bear it! Oh please, Albert...!"

"Couldn't bear it, huh?" His lips twisted again. "We'll see how much you can bear, Mrs Jones. Before the end of today."

"Oh God, please...!"

He interrupted her. "You're back on two demerits, Mrs Jones. One for the bra and one for the panties. But you're in luck. I'm gonna fix it so you can buy them both back again - right now. So things won't be so risky for you." He was smiling again. "Isn't that nice of me?"

"Oh God."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the black marker pen. Then he knelt down in front of her and carefully drew an outline on the floor around each of her shoes, while she trembled above him. "OK," he said, looking up at her, "guess what happens if you move your feet off those spots before I tell you?"

"Oh God!"

"That's right, Mrs Jones - demerit number three. And that'll mean..." He reached into his bag and pulled out the tablet.... "...instant email!"

She let out another hopeless little sob. Oh God, she thought despairingly, why did I think I could ever get away with...?

"Put you hands behind you." He was holding the leather collar and cuffs. "Now, Mrs Jones!"

"Oh God, Albert, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I wore the bra! I promise I'll never ever ever EVER..."

"God, Mrs Jones." His voice cut across her pleading. "I sure do get sick of hearing the same shit. Every time you screw up." He finished putting the cuffs on, then lifted her hair out of the way as he buckled the collar around her throat. "Pull your wrists up your back."

"Aaaahhh!" she gasped as he wrenched her wrists up even higher and clipped the little lead to the collar. "Oh God - please...!"

"So you wanted to wear a bra, huh?" He was in front of her again, fondling her left breast. "Well, that's OK. Yeah," he breathed as he slowly teased her nipple to erectness, "you can wear a bra right through till the end of class." And he reached into his pocket with his other hand.

"Oh God, NO!" She cowered back in sudden horror as he brought the vicious little serrated clip up towards her erect nipple.

"Don't you move your feet, Mrs Jones!" he almost shouted at her as she jerked desperately away from him. "Not if you don't want that email to go. Now fucking hold still!"

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh no!" she gibbered, staring down at herself in terror as he stretched out her nipple with his fingertips and brought the savage little gaping jaws closer and closer. "Oh God Albert please don't do it don't do it I'm begging you I'm begging you I'll do anything anything anything anything I'll... Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW! Oh God - oh GOD!..."

He stood looking at her as she hunched right over with her hands still tied behind her, eyes tight shut and mouth gaping open in agony. "Oh God!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Oh God, Albert!... Oh PLEASE!... Oh it hurts!... It hurts!... It hurts SO MUCH!... Oh God - PLEEEEEEASSSSSSE!..."

"It'll settle down, Mrs Jones." His voice was devoid of pity. "In a little while you'll hardly even know it's there." Then he stepped forward again. "Specially after I put the other one on."

"Aaahhh!... Aaaahhh!... Ohhhhhh!..." Don't respond, she told her body desperately as he started slowly fondling her other nipple. Don't get erect! For God's sake don't get erect!... But his mouth was at her breast, licking and sucking ever so gently and insidiously, and she felt the nipple starting to grow and swell of its own accord. And then she jerked her eyes open just in time to see the other clip closing on her tender flesh.

She shrieked in anguish. "You better keep it down, Mrs Jones," Albie raised his voice over the sound of her wailing. "Someone might come past the storeroom and hear you hollering."

"Oh God!... Oh God, Albert...! This is the worst... the worst thing you've ever done to me...! Oh God - please...!"

"Aw, come on, Mrs Jones. I'll bet they've started to settle down already. Haven't they?"

"Oh God, no!... Now they're aching!... They're aching and throbbing!... And it isn't stopping it isn't stopping it isn't stopping!... Oh God - please - please - please - please - please!..."

But he was busy behind her back. "I'm gonna undo your wrists now, Mrs Jones. But then you gotta put your hands on your head. And it's the same rule as last night - if your hands come off it's another demerit. And you know what that'll mean, don't you?"

"Ohhhhhh!..." She hardly noticed the ache in her shoulders as her wrists came free - her whole attention was on her tortured nipples. "Oh God," she moaned as she slowly lifted her hands into position. "Oh God!... Ohhhhhh!..."

He moved in front of her with something in his hand, but she didn't even register what it was. She blinked at him wretchedly through her tears. "Albert, please - please - please!..."

"Coming up, Mrs Jones." He reached up. "You're getting your bra back, just like you wanted. Now lift your hands so I can slip them through the bra straps. But don't take them down off your head!"

"Oh Albert, please!" She stood there trembling as he slid the bra straps down her arms. "Please don't fasten the bra over them. They'll hurt even more! Oh God - please!..."

"But you don't want your boobs bouncing, do you? Not with all those boys staring at you in the classroom. You couldn't bear that, could you?" He slipped a bra cup in place over her right breast, making her gasp with pain. Then he reached out towards her left breast.

"Oh God, just a minute, Albert!" she begged desperately, hands still on her head. "Ohhh!... Oh it hurts!..." Fresh tears brimmed in her eyes and then ran down her already tear-soaked face. "Albert, w...wouldn't just one clip be enough... enough to buy back the two demerits? Oh God, does it have to be two? C...couldn't you take one off? Before you put the bra on? Oh God, please, Albert!..."

"Two demerits?" He raised one eyebrow as he slid the second bra cup into place. "Mrs Jones, the bra only cost you one demerit. You still gotta buy back the other demerit you got for the panties." He stopped, and smiled at her. "And guess where THOSE clips are gonna go!"

* * * * *

"You OK, Mrs Jones?" Albie's voice came from the back of the classroom, filled with apparent concern. "You don't look real well."

She gritted her teeth, gripping tightly on the edge of the desk. The vicious little clips had settled down to a nagging throbbing ache on her nipples and labia, but the pain flared again every time she moved. "I'm... I'm OK, Albert. Th...thank you for your concern." You hypocritical little monster!

"Gee, I'm sorry you're not well, Mrs Jones," said one of the other boys. "You were looking in great shape yesterday."

Several boys snickered. She flushed, then did her best to glare at them until they fell silent. Then she took a deep breath and got slowly and painfully to her feet, trying not to groan out loud, and forced herself to walk around and check their workbooks.

Somehow she made it through till the end of the class. As the last of the students were leaving Albie walked past her and whispered, "Stay there, Mrs Jones. Don't move till I get back."

Her knuckles were white on the edge of the desk by the time he got back, and her whole body was trembling. "Oh God," she whispered, looking beseechingly up at him, "I can't take these for even one more minute! Oh please, Albert, can I go and take them off now? Oh for God's sake - please, please, please..."

He looked at his watch. "OK," he said. "I guess you've had them on long enough to make the point. You can take them off."

"Oh thank you, Albert!" She got shakily to her feet and started moving towards the door, biting her lip against the pain.

"Nope," he said firmly, stepping in front of her. "You want them off, you take them off here."

"What?" She stared at him in horror. "Here? In the classroom? For God's sake, Albert..."

"OK, Mrs Jones." He put an arm around her shoulders and propelled her back to her chair. "You can just sit there with them on. Until you decide to change your mind." And then he folded his arms and stood there, waiting.

"Albert, please!" The sweat was breaking out on her face as she clung desperately to the arms of her chair. "The classwork - it... it distracted me. From the pain. But now... all I can think about... is how much they're hurting! Albert, I can't stand it. You've got to let me go and take them off!"

"So take them off, Mrs Jones." His arms were still folded. "I already said you could. Go ahead."

"Albert, please! How can I p...p...possibly take them off here? In the classroom? Oh God - PLEASE!..."

"Tell you what, Mrs Jones." He moved two steps sideways. "I'll stand between you and the door. 'Cause I'm such a nice guy. That make you feel better?"

"Oh God!" Desperation drove her as she leaned forward and scrabbled at the back of her blouse, pulling it frantically out of her waistband. She reached up underneath it, groping desperately for the bra hooks. "Oh God," she moaned again, looking fearfully in the direction of the door. Then the bra cups came free and she almost screamed as fresh pain surged through her tormented breasts. "Ohhhhhh!" she wailed, groping urgently up under the front of her blouse. She pushed the loose bra out of the way and clutched at the first clip with shaking fingers. "Aaahhh!..." she gasped as she eased the serrated jaws off her throbbing nipple. "Oh GOD!..."

"I hear they hurt even more when they come off," he said helpfully. "That right, Mrs Jones?"

"Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..." Oh God, you filthy sadistic little bastard, I hope you rot in hell forever! Her fingers were at the other clip now, trying desperately to ease it off more slowly and less painfully. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned as the serrations slowly pulled out of the deep indentations in her flesh. "Oh... my... God!..."

He held out his hand for the clips. "OK," he said. "Now give me the other two."

"Albert, please!" She looked hopelessly around him at the open door. "If somebody comes..."

He shrugged. "OK, Mrs Jones. It's your cunt, not mine." And he folded his arms again.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God...!" She slid her skirt frantically up her thighs and reached for her panties. "Owwwwww!" she moaned as she pulled the panties away from her crotch and jostled the clips on her labia. "Oh God, it HURTS!..." She reached down desperately towards her groin. I don't care any more, she thought through the pain, I don't give a damn who walks in now - I've just got to get these OFF!...

She shuddered as she eased off the third clip, trying to stifle her groans as fresh pain came flooding back. Then as she exhaustedly tackled the last clip and shakily began to pull it free, her sweaty fingers slipped off it and it snapped savagely shut again on her sore labium. "Aaarrrggghhh!" she screamed. "Oh GODDDDDD!"

He stood watching her struggle, trembling and whimpering, to finally remove the vicious little implement. Then he held out his hand for it.

He looked at her as he slipped the clips into his pocket. "You planning to wear a bra and panties to school again, Mrs Jones?"

She sat there, eyes tight shut and rocking, clutching her throbbing crotch  and trying not to cry.

"No, Albert," she whispered.


To be continued in Part 6...
    

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