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Cheerleader Pictures(m/f, nc, older teen) Chapter
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Cheerleader Picture [Mf nc older teen]
Chapter 4 - the next 3 weeks
Anne's father would only let her go out one night each
weekend. And Sunday day was for church. So for the next
several weeks Anne and Paul fell into a routine.
Each morning and each night Anne would use her vibrator to
cum. She said to herself that it was only because Paul made
her. But she knew better. Paul would never know if she
didn't do it. The truth was that it felt good and she liked
it. So she did it. But because her parents had told her sex
was bad, and because Paul was "making her" masturbate,
Anne's mind then decided she was a slut when she
masturbated.
And every day Anne wore the butt plug. Well, every day
except that first Monday when she had "forgotten" it. And
Paul showed up at the video store that Monday. Before Anne
could say anything he turned her around and felt her
asshole. When he felt no butt plug he locked the store
doors, dragged her to the back office, pulled down her
pants, and used his belt to whip her ass.
Anne begged for forgiveness the entire time while Paul never
said a word. Finally, when all of Anne's ass was bright red,
Paul let her go and she tumbled to the floor. "We can do
another hundred or we can have just 6 more, which will it
be" he asked her.
Anne looked up at him in bewilderment. "No more, please no
more" she managed to plead between sobs.
"6 or 100, pick or I'll choose for you - pick now." he
shouted.
"6, oh god just 6 more please" she begged.
"Fine, then stand up and put your hands against the wall.
Push your butt out and ask me to whip you. For 100 I'll hold
you down. For 6 you have to hold yourself in place and beg
for each one."
Oh god Anne thought, I can't do this. But she started
getting up because no matter what she had to do, she just
couldn't survive another 100 hits from the belt. She leaned
against the wall with her hands supporting her.
Paul adjusted her until she had "assumed the position."
Hands up high on the wall, legs out and apart, butt arched
out to meet the whip. "Oh and one more thing. If your hands
come down, or your butt isn't sticking out for any one hit,
we start over."
Anne closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Somehow she had
to get through this. No matter how much it hurt, 6 was a lot
less than 100. So motherfucking much less that she would
freeze in place no matter what. She would hold on no mat---
Anne suddenly realized that Paul was talking to her. She had
been concentrating so hard that she had blocked him out.
The pain was so bad, god her butt was on fire. It had to be
bleeding, it just had to. In fact, it felt like there was a
fire down there, but that couldn't be. But the pain was just
so bad. Wait, what was Paul saying. Oh yes, she had to beg
to be whipped. How could she beg for something that hurt so
much. She was standing here, wasn't that enough.
Suddenly Paul reached out to her to pull her over his lap to
give her 100 strokes. No, not that, please not that. "Please
whip my ass, please do it, oh god please don't whip me 100
times, please whip my ass." She said frantically. She was
begging him to whip her. The real source of the begging was
to avoid the 100 strokes but the words coming out of her
mouth were begging Paul to whip her ass. Her ass that was
already on fire.
The first one hit and Anne screamed. She couldn't take this
anymore. Yet she kept babbling, "please whip my ass, please
whip it, oh god please." A part of her stepped outside her
body and observed. There she was, arched out against the
wall to meet the belt, begging for a whipping. What kind of
slut was she. There were girls at school that put out for
all of the guys, but even they would turn their noses up
seeing her like this. Slut was too good for her, she was
complete scum.
And the picture she made in her mind, combined with the pain
from the belt, cause her body to heave with sobs as she
cried her heart out. Finally the last stroke ended and Paul
picked her up and held her. For the next half hour her sobs
slowly subsided, while, the entire time, Paul just held her
and told her how much he loved her.
And she grasped on to that love to pull her back up from the
pit her mind had sunk into. The mind and body can only take
so much and Anne's had been overloaded with pain and
degradation. She needed a rope to pull her out and Paul's
love and caring was that rope.
She started to hold on to him, and then to hold him so
tightly that it hurt. She held on to Paul for dear life and
sobbed her heart out. She was lower than a slut, and her ass
was on fire. But it was ok because Paul loved her and would
take care of her. Her mind pushed away the fact that Paul
caused all of this because she needed a rescuer.
And Paul, he got to spend a half hour holding a naked Anne
while she came to hold him tighter and tighter. Such a
lovely young body and it was all his, to use any way he
wanted, as long as he was careful.
Anne made it through the rest of work that day by being very
careful to not let her ass touch anything. And she was very
careful from then on to have the butt plug in her ass every
day.
On either Friday or Saturday night Paul would take Anne
dancing. Each time she would wear slutty, revealing clothes
and during the slow numbers Paul would whisper in her ear
what a slut she was and how much everyone wanted to fuck
her.
When they sat down Paul would always make her sit with her
legs spread so that anyone looking under the table could see
her pubic hair. As the night went on he would make her
spread her legs wider and wider till, toward the end of the
evening, her legs would be fully spread and anyone who
looked knew she was flashing them on purpose. And much to
Anne's dismay, many looked.
Each Saturday afternoon Anne would pose for Paul's camera.
She would model the clothes and use the vibrator and butt
plug. The second Saturday Paul brought out a video camera.
At first Anne refused but when Paul showed Anne the new
collection of pictures for her father, she relented.
Paul had Anne face the camera while using the vibrator and
tell the camera what a slut she was. How she liked playing
with her clit and loved to get off. And then he filmed her
bringing herself to orgasm time after time.
And at the end of each session, Anne would jack Paul off
onto her face and rub the cum into her face. So Anne always
left knowing that she was a complete and total slut. This
was her life and the human mind can adapt to a lot, so Anne
came over the next few weeks to accept this as her natural
life.
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