"Open your pussy now!" Harry growled at Julia as she lay on her back with her legs spread.  His step sister was such a hot peace of ass.  Better yet she was a dirty cunt.  "Take your fucking whore fingers and show me the whore hole that I own!"

Julia moved slowly but complied with his orders.  Harry and her had began living together five years ago when their parents married.  They are only three days apart in age.  At the age of fifteen they started a secret relationship and now eighteen in college they share an off campus apartment.  Julia is his cherished slave, and my god she loved to serve him.  

As humiliating as she found this pose her pussy still weeped for his attention.  She hoped he would whip her.  The sting of his beatings always left her craving more, often made her orgasm and sometimes made her squirt.  He was such a good master.

Although her love of pain did make his punishments more extreme than most.  But it was what was needed to keep her obedient.  Hence the reason she was on the floor today spreading her pussy for him.  She had failed a history test, that she didn't study for, Harry said he didn't want a stupid whore.  So she assumed she would be retaking the test and receiving her punishment.  

"Stay as you are.  Do not fucking move unless told, under any circumstances.  If you do you can consider your self free to go and stay the fuck gone.  It's bad enough you can't pass a test, but I will not tolerate you being disobedient."  He yelled and walked off.  Leaving her lying on her back legs spread, pussy lips open.  

She sighed and waited.  Being ignored was the worst.  She listened as he took his papers from his book bag.  Seemed he had decided to study and allow her to do nothing but lay here spread.  Silently she cried at how easily he could dismiss her naked form.  

Harry knew she was crying, he knew she hated being ignored.  Not only ignored but left on the floor spread for any one to see that he let in.  He would humiliate her further, she deserved as much.  Their parents were paying good money for school and it was inexcusable to throw it out the window because you were to busy having fun to study.  Since her mother wouldn't administer any consequences he would.  It was mostly his Dad's money footing the bill anyway.

After an hour a knock rang at the door.  At this point Julia was in full blown sobs, Harry surely hoped she didn't believe that would dissuade him of his plans.  If anything it cemented his resolve.  After four mediocre grades and two failed exams it was obvious she took her education as a joke.  But this would be the last time.  As it was, he was disappointed in himself for not putting and end to it earlier.

He opened the door to allow in Julia's history professor, Professor Little.  An older man, possibly in his mid fifties, about five ten, grey hair, blue eyes and a slim build.  Mousy looking fellow, who wore wire rim glasses and was constantly in a book.

"I am so glad you agreed to join me professor.  I assume my father called."  Harry greeted, still ignoring his sobbing slave.

"Yes, I am quite interested in your sexual freedom.  You know sexual domination and submission actually has quite a history.  Although taboo its been around for quite some time."  The professor started, and continued into Freudian theories, Harry cut him off, unable to tolerate a history lesson at this juncture.

"Yes Professor I am aware.  Although some of Freud's theories along with his colleagues I don't necessarily agree with."  Harry interjected as he led the professor past Julian on the floor sobbing.  "Please have a seat would you like something to drink."

"Yes, coffee if you have it.  Am I permitted to ask questions?"  

"Of course, you are here to learn professor.  As long as you continue to ignore the whore.  She isn't worthy of our attention."  Harry answered pouring the mans coffee.

"Why do you call her whore?"  

"Because that's what she is, a whore in which I own.  However I will call her anything I like as she is my property.  She likes being owned.  The names I call her she likes.  Demeaning her seems to turn her on."  Harry answered absently.

"Why does she lay spread?"  The professor asked never taking his eyes off Julia's form.

"Because she is being punished.  She isn't taking school seriously and consequences were needed to correct her behavior.  She loves pain, so I have to find other ways to reprimand her.  She despises being ignored, more so being humiliated in front of people.  The fact that I have her posed suggestively keeps her slick and needy but conversely I won't touch her or talk to her.  So it hurts her that I can seemingly ignore her body and needs.

You being here adds another level of humiliation and depravity to her situation.  Now two men can see her whore hole and just discuss it as if she isn't there.  One of which she will see in a regular setting that she barely knows.  It's perfect to enjoy our conversation as the useless slut is a whimpering mess on the floor."  Harry explained casually sipping his own drink.  Chuckling a bit when the professor began taking notes.

Julia cried as she lay there on her back.  Her professor sat watching her as he asked questions about their kink.  Of course she was not to answer she could only hold herself open as her master and her professor talked.  This was the most humiliated she had ever been.  She would have to see this man weekly for class and attempt to pretend he hadn't seen her in this position.  Legs spread, which were now shaking in effort to keep them spread appropriately, and hands spreading her vagina for him to see her twat.

"Can she leave?"  The professor questioned, cocking his head.

"If she so chooses she can get out of position right now and this would all be over.  Of course she would no longer be in a relationship with me.  But yes she is free to go at anytime, with the understanding if she does so, our time together has ended.  I want an obedient woman, and she wants to conform for a man's pleasure.  So it works out.  However at any time she finds being a slave to me is unbearable, yes she can leave.  I only want a willing slave."  Harry responded.

"I see, where you and the Victorian age disagree."  The professor mused.

"I liked their set up, the fact that husbands owned the wives and prostitution was the only option for women who worked outside the home.  They understood they needed a woman to slate their lusts.  They also understood a women's use very well.  However I don't believe in forcing subjugation.  I enjoy it given."  Harry said thoughtfully.

"Really, why?"

"Because the fact that she will willingly take my punishments, do as I say and serve me willingly is a testament to her feelings for me and her trust in me.   That I am only doing this for her own good.  Look at her.  She has spread herself, been ignored, viewed by a respected member of the university.  She is beyond humiliated, crying, and possibly thinking about moving.  However she won't because she love's me, she wants to stay, she will do this so I am pleased."  Harry smiled out.

"So you enjoy her pain."  The professor asked, scrounging his brow.  

"Yes, and I also enjoy her happiness.  But now is not the time for her to be happy.  I enjoy her discomfort because it confirms my power over her.  It confirms my superiority in this relationship.  She is beautiful, in her pain.  Stunning in joy.  But a gift from the gods as my servant.  All her emotions or physical feelings are mine to give and take away."  Harry mused out loud, sighing in awe of his sad little slave.

The professor grunted, then retrieved a zip lock baggy from his brief case.  "This is the ginger root I told you about.  Quite surprised you hadn't heard of figging as it has been popular for some time.  You know the victorian men utilized it to prevent women from clenching during a spanking."  The professor waved off his ramblings.  "At any rate I understand she likes pain.  But from what you explained all the pain she enjoys sounds stingy, where as this, once inserted will cause a burning sensation."  He handed him  the root.

Harry measured the weight and feel of the root through he bag with his hand.  Rolling over his next move in his mind.  The professor had a point, she did like stingy and if this did create a burning sensation he doubted she would like it.   Smiling to himself he grabbed some bondage tape from the kitchen and headed toward his shaky slave.

Julia was nervous as to Harry's thoughts.  He seemed entirely to smiley for a man delving out punishment.  She became even more nervous when he began to bind her spread legs to her chest, effectively leaving her no modestly what so ever.  Her knees were nearly touching her shoulders.  The position spread her sufficiently without her hands, so he position those behind her neck and bound them with the tape.  She relaxed turning her body to jelly so he could position her to his needs.

Once bound tightly, which took the pressure of holding the previous position off her limbs.  Harry spat on the root that looked very much like a short butt plug.  It was very obviously a root that had been striped of it's bark so you could see the light inner meat.  Harry ruthlessly shoved it in her dry anus as far as it would go.  Then walked away with out a word to her.

The burn started immediately and as the good professor had hypothesized.  She did not like it.  It burned and itched, yet she was in no position to relieve herself.  Mortified and uncomfortable she laid and cried.  Hopefully her master would be pleased with her for taking this punishment.  She swore to herself she would take her studies seriously from now on.

"I believe your correct professor she seems to be very uncomfortable now.  Thanks for the tip."  Harry exclaimed and reclaimed his seat.

"Very nice.  I must admit this show has excited me.  I like her form, as well as her submission to you."  The professor admitted, which wasn't necessary, the tent in his tweed pants was admission enough.  "Perhaps I should go think on this."   Visibly embarrassed he began to stand.

Harry dismissed the man's concerns with the wave of a hand.  "Please stay, it's natural to enjoy this.  As men I think it's coded in our DNA to enjoy such a scene."  Harry coerced.

"If you insist.  But isn't not touching her punishing yourself?"   The professor asked as he readjusted to sit.

"Not at all, I get off on the emotion of it all just as much as the physical relief.  So this will do for my needs right now.  However it is rude of me to torture you.  Please feel free to use her body.  I know I said we couldn't touch or talk to her.  But at the end of the day her body is for my pleasure and it would please me to offer her to you as my guest.  Her pussy and mouth are available for use.  Her ass will occupy that fabulous root you brought for awhile.  I like that it hurts her, thank you again for the tip."  Harry explained.

"Very well, her mouth does seem appealing as it has been awhile since I received that kind of attention."  The professor explained, Harry waved him on and the professor preceded to walk towards Julia.

Julia watched as Professor Little released his prick from his pants.  The man didn't even take off his trousers, simply unzipped them and pulled the appendage through the opening.  Hard and angry looking his penis was long and thin.  Julia sobbed that much harder.  She would be expected to take him in her mouth, swallow his seed and receive nothing in return.  But willingly she would service her professor, she would endure her punishment and show her master how much she loved him.

"Whore open your mouth."  Harry commanded and she complied quickly.  The professor straddled her and placed his cock at her mouth.  Leaning forward, supporting his weight on his arms he used his hips to shuttle his rod into her mouth.  "Suck him, and swallow all he gives you."  Harry instructed.  

Julia suckled with all her might, hoping this engagement would be short lived.  The professor's breathing got labored, and he moaned his thanks to Harry.  "My god this is wonderful, truly decedent!"  He exclaimed.  

"No need to be gentle Professor feel free to rut her mouth like the pig she is.  Push your cock into her throat as you like.  Fuck her face, she's a slut who deserves no better."  Harry explained.

The professor wasted no time on thought and began to push his long dick down her throat hard, then pull it out.  She gaged, which only encouraged him to grab her by the hair with one hand, holding her head still as shuttled into her skull.  Through it all her burning ass seemed to burn more, her pussy weeped more cream and her loneliness sky rocketed.  Her master had yet to touch her.  The only touch she needed, the only approval that she graved was kept from her.  Leaving her empty inside as the professor's cum filled her mouth.

"Ooohhhhhh oooohhhhhh, fuck!"  The professor yelled out as he unloaded in the girls mouth.

"Suck him clean so he doesn't dirty himself."  Harry directed.

Julia did as told, holding back the bile that clogged her throat.  Tears still ran down her face and her ass burned.  She fought the urge to push the offending root out of her.  Knowing if she did, her punishment would be intolerable.  Or worse her master would dismiss her.

The professor stood once clean, tucking himself back in his trousers.  Soft from his ejaculation he sat comfortably at the table across from Harry.  "Thank you young man.  That was very enjoyable.  As well studying you two will definitely help with my Thesis for my psychiatry doctorate.  Hopefully I will obtain it by the end of the year.  History is my first love, but I am also a life long student.  So I hope to obtain a few more doctorates and degrees."  He explained nervously, not quite sure where to go with the conversation after having sexually used the mans woman.

"Your welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed.  Which brings me to the next subject of conversation.  As I believe Julia should be educated, History is really only a class she has to take to fulfill the colleges requirements to get her degree.  It won't truly help her in the finance field she plans to go into.  And like the Victorian men I very much believe in prostitution, although I like to think of it as bartering. Is there another way she could possibly pass your class?"

"What are you suggesting?"  The professor asked seemingly not offended by the obvious suggestion.

"I'm suggesting that you have leave to utilize her pussy, ass or mouth once a week, in leu of her participating in your class.  In return you give her an A in the subject you teach."

Professor Little thought it over, the girl really didn't need history to be successful in finance.  However the boy couldn't have her fucking her way through her education.  "I can't say I am opposed to the idea.  However you can't get her through school this way.  She would learn nothing."

Harry had thought of that.  "Oh she will still be expected to study and perform scholastically in the classes that will directly educate her in her intended field.  But the one off's that are simply required by the school, like history, gym, or whatever they call it now, possibly science, and the second year of English, I think we can negotiate on."

"True, none of those will help her in finance.  The physical education they insist these kids take is a joke anyway.  And that teacher is a firm lesbian, I'm sure she would love the opportunity to have Julia.  Okay, this would be perfect for my studies anyway.  May I punish her as well."  The professor relented.

"Her punishments are mine to give.  As she loves me it hurts more when I am disappointed.  However I will allow you to belt her on her bottom, breasts and pussy.  As well if you need to slap her face or pull her hair that is fine.  She likes the pain and can take a lot, so if you would like to utilize other tools to beat her just check with me first.  I can allow her to service you at your home, for two hours each week.  A day of your choosing."

"Fine, how is Wednesday's at eight pm, I have no classes at that time and nor should she?"  The professor suggested.

"Sounds perfect.  I will drop her off every Wednesday for the remainder of the term for your class. She will only wear an over coat, and only be permitted to wear it on her way in and out of your house.  Otherwise she is to present herself to you nude.  Once inside your home she is to remove the coat, get on her knees and do as she is told.  I would prefer you didn't allow her to walk.  She is to crawl to all destinations if possible.  Any complaints will be submitted to me.  I would also ask that she be free from attending your class."  Harry explained.

"Not an issue, I will just say the girl did the assignments online.  This is quite the arrangement, thank you."  The professor said gathering his things.

"No thank you for agreeing.  I will do anything to ensure she succeeds, I have no use for a stupid whore.  However in this case history is truly an elective she could do without, but the lesson she will gather from servicing you is needed."  Harry commented.

"How so?"

"She needs to understand her place.  Not that she doesn't but whoring her out reaffirms her position.  Not to mention it also lets her see how far I am willing to go to see her thrive.  Wether it be in school, in her submission, or in life."  Harry replied thoughtfully.

"Right, well thank you.  I will see Julia Wednesday then."  The professor said shaking Harry's hand and heading for the door.

"Wednesday it is.  Oh and please call her what you like, don't feel restricted to using her name."  Harry called out as the mousy little man scurried down the hall.

Turning to face his slave he took in her form stunning in is vision.  She lay bound by tape, crying at her predicament.  He guessed it was time to let her go.  He would have to ask how that root felt.

"Slave, you may speak now."  Harry murmured as he knelt beside her.  

"I'm sorry master.  Sorry I didn't take my studies seriously.  I'm so sorry, please forgive me.  I love you."  Julia cried out.

"How does your ass feel?"  He quizzed

"Like it's on fire master.  Thank you for teaching me a lesson."  Julian whimpered.

"Alright,  you are forgiven.  Although you understand from me and the professors conversation it won't be an issue in his class any longer."  She nodded her head and looked away in shame.  "Do you not want to service Professor Little?"

"If it pleases you master I will do it happily."  She replied.

"It would have made me happier if you studied in the first place.  But since this is a useless class I will ensure you pass with an A by whoring you.  It's for your own good really.  This way you'll have more time to study for classes that matter.  I expect you won't disappoint me again?"  Harry cooed as he ran his hand down her cheek.  Wiping away the tears.

"No master, I'll keep up.  I am so sorry master."  Julia replied sincerely, she wanted him to be happy with her.

"Good girl, okay I will untie you and allow you to sit on the couch.  Keep the root in for now."

Harry untied her and being a good girl she crawled to the sofa where she then sat primly.  "Spread your legs Julia, you know I always want to see your twat.  Don't give me further reason to punish."

"Yes master, I am so sorry master," she sniffled as she complied with his order.

"It's so beautiful, how anyone would not want to look at that pink flower all day long is beyond me.  Now we should talk.  Do you understand why I did what I did?  Punishing you for you bad grades, then subsequently whoring you to ensure you get an A without the need to study."  He quizzed.

"Yes master, you punished me because you were disappointed with my lack of initiative in my class.  Regardless if the credit was helpful to my career path, if I can slack off there I may be willing to slack off elsewhere.  Punishing me solidifies your expectations and pushes me to strive for excellence, Master.  I want to make you proud.

Servicing the professor and getting an A was a bit harder to understand.  But I believe it is because, like you said the class is not needed for my goal.  However it also reinforces the fact that I am owned by you and will do as you say.  Not to mention it will open up study time for my other classes.  So with the punishment you show your disappointment and correct my behavior.  With the whoring you ensure I won't fail.  But also that I won't make this mistake again, as I don't necessarily want to whore for my grades.  I would like to earn them.  But I will happily do what pleases you master."  She replied thoughtfully, attempting to ignore her burning ass.

"Very good, right on the mark.  However you will do as your told and nothing less. If I decide your time is better spent whoring that is what you will do.  Now, how does your ass feel?"  He asked smiling as he sat beside her and released his hard cock.

"It burns so bad master.  It's getting worse and worse."  Julia whined.

"You deserve nothing less.  Now get on all fours in front of me, make sure your legs stay wide open and suck my cock off."  He demanded stroking his healthy girth as she got into position.  "Oh, and no hands, use your hands to spread your ass cheeks."  He threw out as she got ready to take him in her mouth.

Julia spread herself as far as she could.  Hoping if she pulled her anus open it would relieve some of the pain, but it didn't help her situation in the least.  Her tears still flowed, but she took Harry in her mouth.  Suckling the head of his cock slowly the way he liked it at first.  Knowing when more was needed he would happily fuck her mouth.  Hoping he would soon let her expel the offending root, she went in with gusto.

Harry moaned his approval, staying still to let her worship his rod.  He had taught her well and it was a pretty sight.  She suckled in the head, used her tongue to roll over the sensitive flesh then released it with a pop to lick his length, stopping only to suck in each nut.  At the end of the circuit she would suckle the head hard, like a babe on a bottle, deep throat him once, then begin the licking again.  

A knock at the door sounded.  Harry knowing who the visitor would be simply yelled for them to come in.  Julia knowing better than to stray from her task, stayed on his dick.  He would let her know if he wanted her to stop.

"Very nice," a deep southern voice intoned and Julia's stomach dropped.  She hesitated only a second, then continued her work.  Knowing if her pause was noticed she would be punished further she went back to the task with enthusiasm.

Harry felt her hesitation, but would allow her that.  It wasn't every day your step father walked in on you sucking cock, with a ginger root shove up your ass.  "Thanks Pop, I trained her well."

Julia was mortified, she wanted to run away.  How could he involve Lester?  Lester who had been with her mother for five years.  Sine she was thirteen.  She knew her own father and had a good relationship with him, so she never viewed Lester as a father figure.  But still it was her Mom's husband!  But the part that wanted to run was overridden by the part in love with her master.  She would please him, and he would cherish her for it, she thought.

"I assume you took care of her History issues?"  Lester questioned as he knelt behind Julia.

"MMmmm, yeah pop.  She will be getting A's in that from now on."  He answered his father.  "Fuck yeah babe, now bob up and down on it."  He said to Julia as he grabbed her hair to pump her head on his cock roughly.

Lester rubbed his step daughters ass cheeks and she whimpered around Harry's cock.  She didn't struggle but she couldn't hold back her vocal distaste of the situation.  "Oh she is mortified that I am here to see her as the whore she is.  Very very good.  I believe I would like her discomfort to grow.  How do you feel about that son?"  Lester asked now playing with Julia's cunt and nubbin.  Damn girl was soaked.

"What's mine is yours."  Harry grunted out, close to orgasm.  "Swallow it all bitch."  He yelled as he slammed his cock deep in her throat and let lose.  "Oooh oooh yeah fuck yeah.  Dirty fucking whore, yes!"  

Julia took all his cum then licked him clean.  Harry backed away, "You will call him sir and do as your told.  From this day forward you will do as my father says as well as me.  When we go home to visit, if he feels the need to fuck you.  You will offer your ass, pussy or mouth to him.  I share you as I want and I have decided since my Dad's money is getting your eduction you will repay him by being his whore when he is around and I am not.  When I am around I still expect you to listen to us both, however I am your master, therefore have the ultimate say in your actions for my pleasure.  Understood?"  

"Yes master," Julian sobbed and she couldn't help the rest.  "Master please.  What about my Mom?"

Harry slapped her hard, jarring her head.  "You want to be my slave.  That means your worry is to please me.  If that has changed you know how to leave.  You wanna leave?"

"No Master, no," Julia hiccuped still sick at the thought of betraying her mother.  Lester still stroked her cunt and to her horror she loved it.  Her hips arched into his touch without her permission.

"Aaaaa, so responsive, even when she doesn't want to be."  Lester inserted two fingers in Julia's pussy roughly, pumping them in and out quickly.  He smiled in delight when she moaned through her tears.  "Don't worry little cunt you're mother is more than aware of what a whore you are.  She walked in on you and Harry when you were sixteen.  She turned a blind eye because she knew you needed the direction and discipline, both of which she wasn't capable of giving you."

Lester laughed at the irony, "because she was to busy being my slave.  You never knew, but it's no surprise the apple didn't fall far from the tree.  You aren't betraying her, because her job is to please me.  So if my cock in your tight cunt pleases me it pleases her.  I may even bend you over the dinner table one night, so she can see me rut you while she eats."  He pumped faster as he spoke raising her excitement to a fever pitch.  

Harry maneuvered around Julia, happy to share his slave with his Dad.  But not interested in watching.  For some reason that weirded him out.  "Pop I'm going out for about an hour, she's all yours.  Is Shelly with you?"

"Yes she is naked in the back of the van.  She has been instructed only to move if told by myself or you.  You may do as you please with her, she will listen.  If not punish her, unlike this bitch she doesn't like pain, so it is very good punishment."  Lester replied as he pumped into his stepdaughter.

"Thanks, shit yeah!"  Harry responded, ecstatic.  "I always wondered what her tits looked like without clothes."  Harry threw out and left with the keys his father had laid on the table.


"Now little whore, push that root out.  I believe the shock of the recent events are punishment enough."  Lester cooed and watched as her little puckered hole expanded with her push.  Catching the root with his free hand when it popped out, he laid it on the floor.  Extracting his fingers from her snatch he stood.  "Face me kneeling."

Julia did as told with no hesitation, even remembering to spread her legs wide.  Lester was impressed with her form.  Straight back, arms linked at the base of her back pushing out her round high breasts, eyes down.  Oh she was stunning.  

Her young, tight body knelt before him.  Her big crystal blue eyes looked at the floor in submission.  Her raven bobbed hair fell forward, not long enough to cover any good parts, but long enough to pull back.  Her small frame shivered with fear or anticipation he wasn't sure.  He was sure he was going to sink himself in her body.  He just wanted to have a little fun first.

Grabbing the back of her hair he forced her to look him in the eye.  As soon as she did he slapped her, enjoying the grunt/moan she emitted from the impact.  "Say thank you sir I am a whore."  

"Thank you sir I am a whore,"Julia parroted.

"Good say that after every strike.  I want to ensure you know your place."  Lester said softly then hit her again, sparing no strength on her account.  

"Thank you sir I am a whore," Julia moaned as the stinging in her face watered her eyes and made her pussy pulse.  She loved the sting.  SLAP!  "Thank you sir I am a whore."  SLAP!  "Thank you sir I am a whore."  Her responses got louder and needier with each strike, she was sloppy wet after four strikes.

Lester gave her three more strikes to her face, stopping mostly because he was afraid the little bitch would actually cum from being slapped.  Now he knew why his son didn't use pain as punishment.  Good grief, he could actually see her whore juices running down her inner thigh.  He had to admit, a girl that liked it rough was pretty hot!

On the other hand he did enjoy the fact that his wife hated the pain. It was like the best of both worlds.  One slave that he could punish, get a high on her pain, high from the hurt he delved out.  Then a submissive who he could borrow that could cum from it.  Having both options available was heady.

Lester brutally grabbed her erect nipples and pinched as hard as he could.  Pulling he brought her to her feet.  She yelped at first then groaned in satisfaction.  "Mmmmm little slut likes it." Slap! 


"MMmmmmm god, thank you sir I am a whore."  Julia purred.  She was so close to release, the sting rolling through her body straight to her clit.  Just a little more she thought.  "Please sir, please!"  She begged.

"Please what little whore?  Tell me, tell me what you want."  Lester cooed in her ear, pulling her close by her nipples.

"Please fuck me sir, please.  Please sir I am a whore, fuck me like a whore."  Julia begged sincerely, her previous discomfort for the situation lost to the many sensations assaulting her body.  Her face stung, which traveled down her body convulsing her womb.  Her nipples pulsed with pain that speared her clit.  The pain thrummed through her as her stomach clenched with want.  To many feelings to be concerned with propriety.

"Good girl, I am proud you embrace your station.  But you only get what I give so don't bother asking for anything more.   From this point forward only speak to me when I ask you a direct question or tell you to speak."  Lester replied amused at her wanton behavior.  He pulled her by her nipples to the bedroom.

"Bend over the end of the bed, keep your legs wide.  I always want to see your pussy."  Lester ordered, she complied quickly.  "Put your arms above your head on the bed."  She did.  "You deserve a reward sweet whore.  You may beg to cum, but only cum when I give permission."

Lester took his belt off, deciding a simple spanking would not only be fun, but good for a start.  Doubling the belt he secured his stance and swung.  Shivering when the loud high pitch of the slap resounded around the room followed by her howl then a soft moan.  Seemed she felt the pain first then it processed as pleasure.  She yelled as if in pain with each strike, then her voice fell off into a moan of exaltation.

Each strike she leaned back into the belt for as much pressure as she could receive.  Enjoying the steady rate in which Lester assaulted her.  Following the rhythm she pushed back to catch each blow, the hit would push her forward where the comforter would rub sinfully over her hardened nub.

She was painfully close to orgasm she gritted her teeth to concentrate on stilling her quivering pussy.  "Please sir please may I cum.  Please please please!"  Julia cried.  Lester grabbed her around the waist, sat on the bed threw her over his knee and began punishing her welted ass brutally.  At a maddening pace he beat her as he held her in place with his other hand.

Julia whaled at his frenzied pace.  "Pleeasssse Sir, pleeeeaaase!  May I cum, please!"  She cried again, this time tears falling down her face from the effort it took not to explode.

"Cum whore," he screamed and hit her harder.  She fell apart over his knee, bucking wantonly as her pleasure ran down her thighs and onto his pants.

Lester stood, picking her up, swiftly he threw her on the bed.  Her welted bottom bouncing off the comforter.  "Spread your fucking legs, use your hands to pull them up to your chest, " he growled as he pushed his jeans down.  In a frenzy to sink his prick into her wet cunt.  The sight of her explosion triggering a beastly need to fuck her senseless.

Julia was high with excitement her cunt still convulsed with pleasant aftershocks as Lester literally jumped on her.  No kisses, no preliminaries what so ever.  He merely thrust balls deep into her pussy in one push as he landed on top of her.   Grabbing her tits with both hands and squeezing he held his weight up by pushing her into the bed by her chest.  

Lester wasn't even thinking at this point.  He simply felt, the tight, warm, wet hole devouring his cock.  Her tits filling his hands, holding her upper body down with his weight, he shuttled into her cunt.  Fucking her into the bed.  "WHORE!  Yes! Dumb fucking whore.  I should have been fucking your little cunt for years.  After I spew in your  twat you will lick all your juices and mine off me!  You'll enjoy every fucking minute of it!  Cum on my dick like a good whore.  Cum from your step daddy fucking you bitch!  CUM NOW!"  He yelled out and pounded faster.

Her body complied without thought, convulsing tightly around him.  He fucked her threw it, allowing her pussy to milk him of his seed.  Deep in her cervix his cum shot with glory.  He yelled nonsensically and pushed further to deposit the last of his seed.  

Spent he flipped off of her, laying beside her, he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her duty.  "Clean bitch," was the only necessary words.  Julia licked her abundant juices from his cock, balls and thighs.  Loving the taste of herself mixed with his musky male flavor.  

Cleaned to his satisfaction, he pulled her off him by her hair.  Getting in her face he said through gritted teeth, "the comforter is wet from you wanton behavior.  Lick it until I tell you to stop.  Get on all fours and lick the comforter like the bitch you are.  And you dare forget to keep those legs spread, I will show you what water torture is like."  Finishing he  pushed her head into the wet spot and rubbed it around.  She made a choked cry but didn't voice her displeasure with words.

Happy she was firmly in her place he let her go.  Finally able to breath, she sucked in a deep breath and began licking the comforter.  Julia cried a little but it was mostly from the fear of his sudden rage.  She happily licked while Lester put his pants back on, then sat at the desk chair to watch her.  Purposely, she turned so her pussy and ass would be facing him as she licked.

"Good whore," he commented absently, immensely enjoying his spunk leaking from her twat. 

Harry came back right as the hour was up.  Walking in his room he eyed Julia licking the comforter, and had a silent giggle.  She was beyond submissive, he thought.  "Hey Pop's all go well."

"Excellent, she is a stunning whore.  Honestly she is just made for subjugation, it fits her so perfectly, and she thrives on it.  A true gem.  She is cleaning our mess and I am enjoying he view.  You will notice I beat her, I imagine her ass will be bruised.  She came from it though.  Then I fucked her, you can see my juices still seep from her cunt.  She came from that too, on command, so good Harry, so good.  I can't wait to have you two home again!"  Lester informed smugly.

"Mmmm yes she is good.  Your wife slave is also very enjoyable.  Right now she seeps from her ass, I fucked her pretty hard and long.  Since I had just gotten off it took almost the whole hour to get off again.  And she took it so well.  She is now as you left her with clamps on her clit and nipples.  She mistakenly called me Harry instead of sir, so she got no relief from me.  Right now my cum drips out of her ass, her face is marked with my handprint, and her nipples and clit are most likely numb.  When you remove those clamps I'm sure she will be in a lot of pain."  Harry explained.

"Thank you son, she got nothing more than she deserves.  Unfortunately for her I have to punish her again.  Slips ups can't be tolerated. Whore you can stop but keep your face in the bed." Lester commanded.   Making his way to her, he stopped at the side of the bed, bent over and placed a light kiss on the back of her neck.  "Good girl," he murmured then left.

"Okay babe let's get cleaned up, it's been an eventful day."  Harry announced heading towards the bathroom.  He took pride in his slave dutifully crawling to catch up to him.  In the bathroom he took his clothes off while she crawled into the tub to kneel over the drain like a good girl.  

He stepped in started the water, stepping into it only when it was the perfect temperature.  Julia made a squeak when the cold hit her, but didn't move, such a good girl.   "You please me so much babe.  Now look at me."  She did, her eyes glossed over, still high from her passion.  "Open," she did, "good girl."  Taking his cock in hand he urinated in her open mouth.  She took it all, not swallowing but holding it there for him to see.  "Good now swallow."  He instructed when he was done and she did happily.

"Stand up babe, I'll clean you off."  Julia stood, facing away from him.  Harry lathered the soap and softly cleansed her back side.  Using his whore was amazing, but he also took pleasure in caring for her.  Once her entire backside was cleansed he turned her, to clean the front.  

He washed her hair and conditioned it lovingly, planting small feathery kisses along her shoulders and neck as he massaged her scalp.  Julia melted into his arms, leaning into his warmth as he cared for her body.  Once clean she knelt at the rear of the tub, waiting for him to clean himself.  It was no hardship, watching the contours of his body move as the water trickled over his solid form.  Once he was done, shower shut off, she crawled onto the floor, where he dried her first then himself.

"Go to bed sweety, I'll be in shortly."  He murmured and she was off to lay down.

In bed, she basked in the after glow of her service.  His pleasure glowed through her pores and she couldn't be happier.  To ensure his pleasure didn't wane she lay on her back with her legs spread.  Not daring sleep until given permission.

Harry made it to the bed moments later.  "Lay on your side babe I want to cuddle you."  He whispered gladly she turned and he spooned her nude body.  Pulling the covers over them, then squeezing her tightly.  "I love you."

"I love you too Master."  She replied sleepily.

"Sleep little slut."  He whispered, planting a soft kiss on her head.  She gladly went into darkness at his command.  Harry only lasted a few minutes longer.  But even in sleep he didn't let his most cherished possession go.  He held her tight as his dreams of her service filled his mind.


