The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC

Chapter 14 - Jason's second punishment

As the semester progressed, Cecilia quietly tightened her control 
over Jason. In some ways she wanted to change him, especially how 
he appeared and what he did in public. She wanted him to become 
conservative in his appearance instead of "trendy", to look 
dignified and not look like a kid. By the middle of October it 
always was Cecilia who decided how he should dress, even with 
casual clothing. There was another expensive trip to her favorite 
men's store for more clothes, this time for a wardrobe of casual 
items. The shopping trip was followed by a trek to a clothing 
donation center, where Jason surrendered the trendy clothing he 
had bought just a few months earlier in anticipation of partying 
on campus. 

As for their dates, Cecilia decided what they did, period. The 
couple didn't even pretend that Jason had any say in what 
constituted entertainment, although it was he who always bought 
the tickets and was responsible for making travel and dinner 
arrangements. Cecilia liked formal evenings that required 
dressing up, elegant classical concerts and theater productions, 
and quiet fancy restaurants. Jason quickly became familiar with 
Chicago's "high culture" and over time became used to, and 
finally began to like, his girlfriend's taste in music. He became 
separated from casual college culture and over time his 
familiarity with popular music began to fade. As for the partying 
he had been expecting prior to coming to college, well, for him 
there was no partying apart from formal university events. There 
were no rowdy concerts, and certainly no fraternity parties. The 
only exceptions were a couple of Tri-Alpha events. However, any 
time Jason went to the Tri Alpha House, Cecilia chaperoned him.

Another important goal in the Dominican's life was to ensure her 
boyfriend's body remained as healthy as possible. Jason's body 
was Cecilia's prized possession and her most important source of 
physical pleasure. As a result, it needed to be kept in top 
condition. She began monitoring her boyfriend's workouts to make 
sure he was exercising vigorously but not over-exerting himself. 
At night she checked in on him to make sure he was getting enough 
sleep. As the weather got colder, she checked to make sure he was 
dressed appropriately to go to class. She periodically went 
through his medicines and strictly prohibited him from going 
anywhere he could get alcohol. 

Over time she even began monitoring what he ate on campus, 
pushing him to eat more vegetables and fruit, less meat, and 
eliminate fried food and desserts altogether. Shortly after the 
Tri-Alpha 10-K race, she began controlling his food choices in 
the cafeteria and told him what he could and could not select. 
Even though she continued to eat with the other RA's, she made 
sure that Jason dined within her sight in the cafeteria and 
showed her his tray before sitting down. Whenever he chose 
something that did not meet her approval, she unceremoniously 
picked up the offending food item and pitched it in the trash.

In other ways she dominated him by encouraging him to do things 
he wanted to do anyway, the most obvious example being his 
constant nudity. The RA took advantage of Jason's desire to be 
naked by encouraging him to always have his clothing off, partly 
as a constant reminder of his submission to her. By the end of 
their second month together Jason knew that Cecilia expected him 
to be naked at all times while in his room, whether she was with 
him or not. Even when he had his friends over, Jason felt that he 
was prohibited from getting dressed. He explained to the others 
that he was fully committed to the naturist lifestyle and that 
wearing clothing when it was not necessary went against his 
values. That was becoming increasingly true, but the thought of 
Cecilia's disapproval, or worse, her belt, was the main reason he 
decided never to cover himself unless he was going out.

Apart from the diet restrictions and encouraging him to keep 
himself uncovered as much as possible, Cecilia took control of 
Jason's life in other ways. She insisted that he make any part of 
his body available to her whenever she wanted. Any time she 
wanted to uncover or touch any part of him she was free to do so. 
She became fascinated with his bottom and loved having him lie 
over her lap. Occasionally she spanked him, but usually she 
simply made him lie quietly, as her hand explored his buttocks 
and the back of his scrotum. Other times she explored his 
testicles or penis from the front, making him lie perfectly still 
on his back as she gently fondled his private area. She was 
fascinated with every detail and watching him become erect. Other 
times she put on a medical glove, and, forcing him to lie over 
her lap, pushed her finger deep into his bottom to explore his 
intestines and prostate gland. Penetrating him, the thought she 
could reach so deeply inside and explore his body from within, 
totally fascinated her.

She photographed him constantly, both in her room and in the 
studio at the art department. Apart from her own photos, Cecilia 
also collected photos taken by her friend Suzanne Foster. At his 
girlfriend's urging, Jason found himself modeling for Suzanne on 
a regular basis, always nude, and at times posing for some very 
provocative pictures. Suzanne's photos were quite good and many 
ended up on display in local gallery exhibits. Over time Jason's 
bare figure became a fixture around the Chicago artistic 
community.

By the end of their second month together, Jason's submission 
during their sexual encounters was so complete that it was 
routine. Almost every night he knelt with his face between her 
legs, sensuously caressing her clitoris and labia with his tongue 
and lips. She trained him to improve his technique and prolong 
her orgasms. There were the nightly massages, which became longer 
and better as he learned from experience to become better at 
relaxing her muscles.

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The final weekend before Halloween there was an incident that 
allowed Cecilia to punish her boyfriend and tighten her control 
over him even more. 

Throughout the semester Jason and Ken secretly had thought about 
getting tattoos. It seemed that most of the other guys in the 
dorm were getting them. It was something cool and in fashion, so, 
why not? For several weeks they hovered outside the display 
window of the area's best tattoo studio, working up the courage 
to get their bodies marked up. Finally, on a chilly Saturday 
morning they nerved themselves to actually go in, made an 
appointment for later in the day, and began studying designs 
displayed along the wall to make final selections.

As the two freshmen stood inside near the window, Cecilia walked 
past the studio, returning from an off-campus bookstore. As 
usual, she was weighted down with an armload of books. She was in 
a foul mood, because she had wanted Jason to help her and had 
attempted to call him several times during the morning. She would 
have to have a talk with him and...what the fuck was this? So 
there was Jason, with that idiot friend of his Ken, standing 
inside a tattoo studio. She could tell by their expressions the 
two freshmen were seriously looking at designs, not just glancing 
out of curiosity.

Cecilia walked into the studio, quietly sneaking up behind the 
two young men. They did not notice her and continued cheerfully 
chatting about tattoos some of the other guys on the floor had 
recently gotten. Jason then turned around, and had the shock of 
his life as he nearly bumped right into his girlfriend. She did 
not have a pleasant expression on her face. He knew right away 
that he was in trouble. 

"Take my books, Jason," she began in a very cold voice. "They're 
heavy and I'm sick of carrying 'em."

Jason began sweating heavily, but immediately took the books. He 
was afraid to look at Ken, who seemed very nervous.

"OK, whose idea was it to do this stupid shit?"

Jason answered: "It kinda...was both our ideas...I mean...like, 
you know...all the other guys are doing it...and we thought it 
would be cool..."

"Too cool to tell me about it, is that it? Or, maybe 'cause you 
know what I think about this shit! It's shit, Jason, that's all 
it is, shit! You wanna see tattoos, you go to New Jersey and look 
at my brother! He's a fuckin' freak, but oh, he think's he's so 
cool, with all that ink shit all over his body! That's what you 
want, to look like a fuckin' gang-banger?"

Everyone in the studio was looking at them, wondering how Jason 
was going to respond. He was horribly embarrassed, but had 
nothing to say. He quietly carried Cecilia's books out the door, 
as she and Ken trailed behind. Ken too, was horribly embarrassed 
by Cecilia's outburst and Jason's non-response, and felt he never 
could return to this store. That was too bad, he thought to 
himself, because they did have the best tattoo designs near 
campus.

Cecilia slapped Jason hard across the back of the head once they 
were on the street, right in front of his friend. He flinched at 
the force of the blow and struggled not to drop the stack of 
books in his hands.

"There's a lot more of that comin' when we get back to my room! 
I'm gonna teach you, and I'm gonna teach you good!"

Ken's heart jumped in his throat upon hearing Cecilia's comment. 
Was it possible...?

Jason was miserable as they trailed across the campus, partly 
from regret of having so thoroughly upset his girlfriend, partly 
from being so humiliated in front of Ken, and partly from the 
public embarrassment of the ugly encounter in the tattoo studio. 
He knew that punishment from Cecilia's belt awaited him at the 
end of the walk and was horrified that Ken was fully aware of 
what was about to happen. He was mad at himself for having gotten 
caught up in the stupid tattoo craze, knowing ahead of time that 
Cecilia would disapprove. He had not told her precisely because 
he knew she would stop him. Because of his attempt to deceive 
her, he was facing punishment, and pursuing a tattoo now was the 
furthest thing from his mind. 

There was more humiliation coming. As soon as they were back in 
Cecilia's room, she closed the door. The Dominican ordered her 
boyfriend to neatly stack the books on her desk. With Ken 
watching, she gave him a long lecture about the need to respect 
his body and the need to respect the relationship by asking her 
permission to do anything major such as getting a tattoo. Finally 
she concluded with a question:

"Now, I wanna know how come you didn't say nothin' before you and 
Ken went over there to that fuckin' ink studio!"

"I...I...don't know...I just forgot..."

"That's shit, Jason...shit! You fuckin' knew I wasn't gonna let 
you do it, that's why you didn't say nothin'. You didn't fuckin' 
forget! So right now you're lyin' to me, ain't that true?"

Jason said nothing, but a tear ran down his cheek. 

"Well, ain't it?!"

"Yeah...it..."

A sharp SMACK interrupted Jason's answer. Cecilia slapped him 
hard across the face, as Ken looked on in total shock.

"Jason, how many times do I have to tell you I don't want you 
sayin' 'yeah' when I ask you somethin'? How many times? And 
you're still doin' it!"

Tears rolled down Jason's cheeks as he struggled to answer, this 
time truthfully.

"I just thought that if...I just did it, you wouldn't mind, you 
know..."

"No, I don't know, Jason, I don't know! I'll tell you this, if 
you'd gotten a fuckin' tattoo I would've left you, 'cause I don't 
want no fuckin' gang-banger tattoo shit in my life! Get it? No 
fuckin' gang-banger shit! I don't wanna see that shit on you! So 
you're fuckin' lucky I caught you when I did!"

The vehemence of Cecilia's remarks frightened both young men. As 
usual when she was upset, the rough accent and crude grammar from 
her childhood surfaced in her voice. Jason and Ken had no way of 
knowing that, like Rap music, the sight of tattoos brought forth 
many ugly memories from the Dominican's prior life in that awful 
New Jersey housing project. What was clear, however, was that her 
temper was rising, much to Jason's dismay. Sweat trickled down 
his body and the skin on his bottom tingled slightly from the 
anticipation of knowing a severe punishment was only minutes 
away.

Cecilia turned to Ken. "I want you outta here, unless you want me 
to whip your ass too. And I don't wanna see no tattoos on you 
neither! You get a tattoo, and I'll fuck you up! Get it? I'll 
fuck you up if you get a tattoo!"

Ken, wide eyed and scared, nodded.

"Now go study. I'm checkin' on you later, and don't you let me 
catch you doin' nothin' except studyin' in your room!"

With that, Ken withdrew from the RA's room. Jason was scared to 
see him go. At first he had been horribly embarrassed at the 
thought of his friend seeing him reprimanded by his girlfriend, 
and had wished that he had not been present. However, now it was 
obvious he was facing a truly vicious whipping. Jason was 
thinking that Cecilia might have restrained herself had there 
been a witness in the room. With Ken gone, there was nothing to 
keep her from whipping to her heart's content. 

Jason knew what her next order would be. Sure enough:

"I want your clothes off, Jason, everything. Put your stuff on a 
hanger and hang it up in my closet."

Jason quickly, but very reluctantly, stripped. Following orders, 
he hung his jacket on a hanger, before taking off his shirt and 
pants and placing them on two other hangers. As usual, he was not 
wearing underwear. He sadly slipped off his socks, folded them, 
and stuffed them into his shoes. He stood at attention, feeling 
totally exposed as Cecilia's dark eyes glared at him. Cecilia's 
next words left no doubt over what was about to happen.

"The belt's hangin' on the side of the closet, next to my 
sweatsuit. Get it, then I want you on your knees in front of me."

Cecilia realized how much she really did have Jason under her 
control when he meekly complied and got on his knees. She took 
the belt and menacingly tapped it in her hand as he remained 
kneeling in front of her. She tapped it in her hand as she 
enjoyed his terrified expression, but finally ordered her 
boyfriend to get on his elbows and knees at the foot of her bed. 
She instructed him to scoot closer and hang his feet over the 
edge, allowing her unrestricted access to his bottom from both 
sides. She ordered him to spread his knees and arch his back. 
When he complied his buttocks were stretched tight with his anus 
and testicles fully exposed. She reached forward and ominously 
surrounded a testicle with the tips of her fingernails, letting 
him know that all she had to do was apply a little pressure...

"I ought to give you a couple of good smacks on your 
balls...that'd teach you."

Jason was terrified. His position would allow her to easily 
strike his testicles with the belt quite severely, if she so 
desired. He dared not move, desperately hoping she would not 
carry through with the threat. He was sweating and the skin on 
his tightly stretched bottom was moist, a perfect target for the 
heavy leather strap doubled in his girlfriend's hand. 

She tapped the belt below the base of his bottom, touching his 
balls and scaring him even more. Although his gaze was directed 
down at the patch of bedspread under his face, his other senses 
were carefully tuned to what was going on behind him. He listened 
to her footsteps as she positioned herself and tried to sense 
where the belt would actually land. 

As she contemplated the unmarked bottom in front of her, a 
feeling of immense happiness swept through the young woman, 
partly replacing her anger at her boyfriend's stupidity. She was 
intensely aroused, much more so than the first time she punished 
the freshman. The sight of his attractive naked bottom, spread 
and submissively presented for punishment, was the fulfillment of 
everything she had hoped for in her fantasies. Together with her 
extreme arousal came a feeling of intense love for her boyfriend. 
Deep down in her soul Cecilia was grateful that Jason was 
submitting so completely and allowing her to punish him as she 
saw fit. He was not questioning her authority nor trying to 
negotiate a less severe punishment. The only thing that mattered 
was the fact he had offended her and now was willing to redeem 
himself by accepting her discipline. For that she loved him and 
was determined to show him how much she loved him once the belt 
whipping was over. 

However, before the redemption and gesture of love had to come 
the punishment he so richly deserved. Jason had to be taught 
never to lie to the Dominican or keep any secrets from her. Most 
of all, he had to understand that under no circumstances was he 
ever to try to do anything behind her back again. A tattoo...and 
without her permission...what on earth was he thinking?

CRACK! Cecilia struck hard, and struck well, at the base of 
Jason's left bottom-cheek. A white rectangle quickly turned a 
deep pink at the base of the upturned bottom. Jason winced as the 
pain mounted from the first out of many blows he could expect to 
receive over the next half-hour. He gasped and struggled to stay 
in position as he felt the belt touch the spot just above the 
stinging welt from the first swat.

CRACK! A perfect swing, into which Cecilia put her entire body, 
delivered the second vicious swat to mark the young man's 
helpless backside. Tears formed in his eyes, and, even as the 
pain from the second swat mounted, a third ferocious CRACK 
signaled a third welt that slightly overlapped the top of the 
second one. Jason groaned and gasped as he fought to hold back 
the tears. He couldn't believe that a simple spanking from a belt 
could hurt this much.

Cecilia switched sides and studied the burning reddish area 
marking the base of Jason's left bottom cheek. The color from her 
exertions impressed her. Undoubtedly Jason was in a lot of pain 
right now. Good. There was a lot more pain coming his way. 
Cecilia positioned herself to deliver three back-handed swats 
against her boyfriend's right bottom cheek. She took a deep 
breath and snapped her arm and shoulder into another savage blow, 
this time delivered against his vulnerable right side. CRACK!

CRACK!...CRACK!... Cecilia struck two more blows, full force, to 
add color to the right side of Jason's bare bottom. She stepped 
back to admire the result of her efforts, a solid strip of pure 
pain covering the lower portion of his bottom.

CRACK!... CRACK!... CRACK!... CRACK!... CRACK!... Slowly, spacing 
the blows 15 seconds apart, Cecilia delivered five swats against 
the middle part of Jason's tender backside. Striking across the 
middle part of his bottom there was no danger of smacking his 
testicles, so she felt no hesitation to hit hard across both 
sides at once. He groaned and shifted as the pain continued to 
mount, but tried as hard as he could to stay in position. He knew 
he deserved this, a proper punishment for having tried to do 
something behind the back of his lover. He had offended her and 
the least he could do was submit to her discipline.

CRACK!... CRACK!... CRACK!... CRACK!... CRACK!... Cecilia laid 
several swats to the upper part of Jason's right bottom-cheek and 
some to his left bottom-cheek before returning to the tender area 
at the base of his backside. By then Jason was quietly crying, 
his body shaking from suppressed sobs. She started again below 
the lowest part of his bottom, delivering several strokes against 
the upper part of his right thigh and slowly working her way up 
the right side of his already marked buttock. Her goal was to 
make his entire bottom a solid deep red, laying row after row of 
welts until she had the color she wanted.

She also wanted to get him to cry. Making Jason suffer to the 
point he was crying uncontrollably would be important for her 
plans for their relationship. He needed to truly understand that 
his body belonged to her and was hers to do with as she pleased. 
Right now it was her desire to flog him, and it was his duty to 
unconditionally present his body for that flogging. Had she 
wanted to flog him until he bled, it would have been his 
responsibility to stay in position and allow her to do so.

Again and again the belt made contact with Jason's bare skin, as 
the color in his bottom approached the dark shade she desired. 
His groans became sobs and finally he was starting to cry 
properly. He was humiliated to be crying like a baby in front of 
his girlfriend, but the blows continued to land, showing no sign 
of abating. Cecilia paused...

"It's OK for you to cry, Jason. I want you to cry. I know it 
hurts, and a good cry'll be good for you."

As she delivered her final cruel blows, Jason, now that he had 
her permission to cry, did not hold back. His body shook from 
sobs and his tears stained the bedspread under his face. 

Finally she stopped. She was covered with sweat, burning with 
sexual desire, and breathing heavily from her efforts. Her 
lover's bottom was deep red, very swollen, and punctuated with 
dark marks and blisters. She looked at the solid mass of welts 
with deep satisfaction. He had just endured a punishment that was 
much more severe than the first belt-whipping, but still he 
remained submissively on his elbows and knees, waiting for her 
next command. 

She let him cry for a bit, but finally took his hand and guided 
him off the bed. She pushed him to his knees and let him put his 
arms around her waist. He buried his face into her skirt while 
she stroked his hair and comforted him.

"It's OK, mi cariņo, it's OK. You were very brave, and I'm very 
proud of you."

Jason sniffed. "You're not mad at me anymore?"

"No, I'm not mad. How could I stay mad at you? I had to punish 
you, but that's because I love you. I know what you need, and I'm 
gonna give it to you, just 'cause I love you so much."

She left him on his knees, with his arms desperately locked 
around her, until his crying died down. As his tears moistened 
her skirt, Cecilia suddenly remembered Jason's next modeling 
session for the art department on Monday. That was less than 48 
hours away. His backside still would be bruised and marked up, 
but she planned to insist he pose. On this occasion the world 
would know he had been disciplined, and he would understand that 
crossing her, in any way, would come at a very heavy price.

Once his crying died down, the young woman took her lover's hands 
and guided him to stand up. Now she planned to reward him, and 
herself, with a session of sex. However, because Cecilia felt the 
need to continue dominating her boyfriend, she decided to tie his 
hands to deny him any active participation in their lovemaking. 
He would remain at her mercy and she would decide the details of 
the afternoon session of intimacy.

She pulled out a piece of soft rope from a drawer and ordered him 
to lie on his back on the bed. Quickly she tied his hands 
together and secured the rope to the headstand. She removed her 
skirt and the wet thong underneath. She positioned herself over 
his face, holding the back of the bed to steady herself while he 
performed his duty to arouse her with his tongue. It was an 
awkward position, made even more so because his hands were tied, 
but he struggled to bring her to orgasm. Finally, once the first 
orgasm was completed, she began massaging his chest and legs, 
slowly working her way towards his penis. As she gently massaged 
him into a desperate erotic frenzy, she admonished him...

"I love you. I love you so much, even if you are such a naughty 
boy. So, are you a bad boy?"

"Y...Yes, Cecilia...I...I'm bad."

"...and what happens to naughty boys?"

"Uh...I...naughty boys get punished."

"That's right. They get punished on the naked bottom. On the 
bare, naked bottom, 'cause that's the only way to do it."

"Uh...Uh...Yes, on the naked bottom...uh..."

"I'm gonna spank that bare ass of yours plenty, Jason. You belong 
to me, and your cute ass belongs to me, and I'm gonna spank it 
good. Isn't that what you need? To have your bare ass whipped?"

Cecilia's words struck fear into Jason's soul, even as his body 
was reacting to her kindness and caresses. His emotions were 
almost overwhelmed from the combination of extreme pleasure, the 
fierce pain still burning in his bottom, and the knowledge that 
his future was to submit to plenty of similar punishments. He was 
swept up in his desire to submit to her, to make a promise to 
both her and to himself.

"I...uh...I...need...my ass whipped."

"You're mine, cariņo. Mine to love...mine to discipline..."

"Uh...I...belong...to you...I'm yours..."

With that, the young woman worked her lover's body into 
desperation. He needed her so badly. She pushed a condom onto his 
erection and lowered herself over him. As her body weight pressed 
down on his hips, the pain from the pressure on his bottom seared 
into Jason's body. And yet, the ongoing physical pain, his 
helplessness, the fear of the punishments yet to come, and 
Cecilia's announcement that she loved him, drove him into a wild 
sexual frenzy. He desperately pushed up into his lover, trying to 
get as far into her as possible. She leaned down to kiss him, but 
then sat upright enjoying the feeling of being on top of him, but 
having his organ pulsating inside her body.

Finally they finished and she lifted off of him. She pulled the 
condom off his penis and gently wiped it clean. Then, without 
untying his hands, she ordered him to flip onto his stomach so 
she could caress his back and study his punished bottom. The 
punished area was hot to the touch, covered with severe welts, 
and very swollen. It was likely he would have marks and bruises 
well into the following week.

Jason lay quietly as Cecilia gently massaged his back and stroked 
his hair. As much as he wanted to be untied, he dared not ask her 
to loosen the ropes. She would untie him when she felt like it, 
not when he wanted. Until she decided otherwise, he would lie on 
her bed, helpless and naked, on his stomach with his hands 
immobilized over his head.

Finally he fell asleep and Cecilia untied the rope. She then took 
off her blouse and lay beside him as she continued to stroke his 
hair and study the result of her efforts on his bottom.

Yes, he was hers and she loved him for it. Each time she punished 
him, each time he cried in her arms, each time he knelt and 
acknowledged her as his mistress, her love for him would only 
increase and intensify. She loved him, precisely because he 
belonged to her. 

