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Vicki learns a lesson - Part 2
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VICKI LEARNS A LESSON
Submitted By Mistress Kay
Tuesday
Vicki locked her car and hurried toward the store. Her
watch said it was only 3:55, but she didn't want to take a chance
on Jameson's watch being later than hers--after the pain and
humiliation she'd suffered yesterday, she wasn't about to go
through the public disgrace of a criminal prosecution as well.
She'd told her mother when she got home last night that
she was really nervous about her exams and didn't feel like
eating, and gone straight back to her room and changed into her
softest nightgown. She spent the evening trying to study, lying
on her stomach; her bottom was much too sore to sit down, or even
to lie on her back. Finally, after her parents had gone to bed,
Vicki tiptoed into the kitchen and made herself a snack.
Most of the time while she was supposedly "studying"
Vicki spent reviewing the events of the afternoon and trying to
decide whether to go back the next day for her second spanking.
She felt horribly guilty about her theft of the bikini--she
wasn't that kind of person at all, and she couldn't recreate in
her mind the compulsion that had made her decide to take the
suit. Sure, she wanted Danny, but there had to be ways of going
after him that didn't involve her becoming a criminal.
Part of her wanted to hate Jameson for inflicting so much
pain on her, but another part of her was grateful to him for
giving her a choice rather than just turning her over to the
police. And when Vicki thought about the punishment she'd
received, it was her rear that recalled the memory of the burning
pain, but it was his eyes through which she saw the scene--she
could look down and see her naked body across his lap, watch her
ass (completely bare, in her mental vision) bouncing and
squirming under the paddle in her hand.
It made no sense at all. And what made even less sense
was the fact that just picturing the scene in her mind made her
as horny as she'd ever been in her life, including the day she'd
watched Danny washing his car in his cutoff jeans.
She'd lain in bed after her snack, still too turned on to
sleep. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, she'd pulled her
pillow down under her hips to raise her bottom up in the air and,
stretching her arm back until she could touch her throbbing
clitoris with her fingers, masturbated to a shuddering orgasm.
Vicki had felt a sense of shame as she drifted off to sleep. She
had not been ashamed because she had masturbated--she'd done that
a few times before, and she'd read and been told that it was
"normal"--but because the image that had stayed in her mind the
entire time was not that of making love with some gorgeous hunk,
as it had been the other times, but of a naked ass, writhing and
twisting in pain as she spanked it with all her strength.
By this morning the pain in her tush had subsided
considerably, and she could see no bruises when she looked in the
mirror. She had already pretty well decided to go back to
Jameson again after school, and the realization that the after-
effects didn't last as long as she'd feared they might made
another spanking seem at least bearable.
Thus Vicki found herself pushing past the "Employees
Only" sign and knocking on the door of Frank Jameson's office at
two minutes to four on Tuesday afternoon. "Come in," his voice
rumbled.
Vicki took a deep breath and opened the door. Jameson's
eyes gleamed when he looked up and saw her. He glanced at the
clock on the wall. "You're right on schedule, Miss Wilkins. I'm
glad to see that; I would hate to think that our time together
yesterday had been wasted. Shall we go down to the security
room?"
She gulped but nodded, and Jameson started toward the
back door of the office. Then he stopped and turned back to her.
"You are, I assume, wearing the bikini under your street
clothes?"
Vicki nodded again. It was having to stop at a service
station and put the bikini on in the rest room that had almost
made her late.
"Good," Jameson nodded, "you may leave the rest of your
clothing here."
She pulled off her sneakers, and then her shirt and her
jeans. Vicki didn't feel quite as embarrassed removing her
clothes in front of Jameson as she had the day before, but she
hoped they wouldn't meet anyone in the stairwell.
The stairway was as empty, and as chilly, as it had been
on Monday, and the security room was as silent. Jameson shut the
door behind them and flipped a switch she hadn't noticed before.
Must be a lock, Vicki decided.
Jameson stood in the middle of the room, looking at her
silently. Vicki stood uncertainly for a moment, then removed the
strapless top. She turned toward Jameson, blushing, and said
"I'll take off the bottom today--that paddle just hurts too
much." She peeled the tiny garment down below her knees and
stepped out of it, standing totally nude a few feet away from the
man who had promised her punishment that she would remember the
rest of her life.
Jameson gave her a wintry smile. "I thought you would
probably come to that conclusion," he said. "However," he
continued, "yesterday was yesterday, and we can't go back to the
past."
Vicki was mystified. "What are you talking about?", she
asked nervously.
"I mean," replied Jameson, "that we're going to do things
differently today." Grasping her shoulder, he led her over to
the sofa, which had been turned at right angles and now stood in
the middle of the room. Instead of sitting down as he had the
day before, Jameson led Vicki behind the sofa, pushing her
forward until her naked pubes pressed against the back of the
sofa.
"Lean forward, Miss Wilkins, until your head is on the
cushions." Jameson enforced his command with pressure on the
back of her neck, until Vicki lay doubled over the back of the
sofa. Instinctively she moved her feet apart so that most of her
weight rested on her pelvis atop the sofa. Vicki's forehead
touched the seat cushion, and she could feel her nipples
hardening from their contact with the rough fabric of the upper
cushion.
Unable to see anything but the upholstery of the sofa,
only millimeters from her face, Vicki closed her eyes and
visualized herself as she must look to Jameson. With a start she
realized that not only was her bottom totally uncovered, but her
spread-legged position gave Jameson a perfect view of the secret
area between her legs that she had been so determined to hide the
day before. She was even more startled as the feeling of heat
and dampness in that area that had kept her awake the night
before rushed over her. Perhaps, Vicki thought, this spanking
would turn out to be quite endurable--as long as Jameson used his
hand instead of that hellish paddle!
Jameson was equally enthralled by the position of his
delectable victim. He was not surprised, of course; he had
worked out all of the positions, as well as their sequence and
the "toys" he would use for each, in his mind months before.
Last night he had moved the sofa to make plenty of room for him
to stand behind the girl--and to provide better angles for the
three video cameras that were taping everything that took place
in the security room. This production would require a lot more
editing than the single-camera sequences from the dressing rooms,
but when he finished it would be a masterpiece that he would
savor for years!
If anything surprised him it was the absence of any sign
on her unblemished ass of the paddling she'd endured yesterday.
Then, of course, he'd used only the smooth side of the paddle,
while today he'd be using the perforated side. Tomorrow, he
guessed, those perfect cheeks would not be quite so unmarked.
He had known the girl was a knockout from the moment he'd
seen the tape from the dressing room, but now her naked beauty,
only inches away from him, and the fact that she seemed more at
ease today, was enough to bring a lump to his throat, and
certainly to his pants! It took all of his will power to refrain
from stooping down and licking her furry little cunt with his
tongue, or unzipping his pants and burying his rigid cock in her.
He was sure that it would slide in without resistance, even
though the girl was a virgin--something had sure happened to turn
her on since the previous afternoon!
Jameson shook his head as if to fling his thoughts away.
Time to get back to business. He walked quickly over to the desk
to retrieve the paddle. The girl must have heard him open the
drawer, because when he looked at her she had raised her head and
was staring at him with widened eyes.
"Oh, no, please," she begged, "don't use that again. I
thought you were going to spank me with your hand if I took off
my bottom."
"That was yesterday, Miss Wilkins," Jameson replied
firmly. "I was willing to start you off a little easier the
first day, but you decided otherwise. Each day we will move on
to something different, just as each year of school gets harder
than the last."
Vicki's face revealed her panic. "Please, no," she
whimpered, "I couldn't stand anything that hurt more than
yesterday! I thought you would be happy when I took my bikini
off."
"I knew you would do that," Jameson assured her, "and if
you hadn't I would have taken it off for you today. And you can,
and will, stand whatever I give you, just the way you've always
been able to do what was required of you in school--even though
the work increased and became harder as time went on." Jameson
was walking as he spoke, and by the time he had finished he was
standing behind and to the left of her, the paddle in his right
hand and his left hand pressing firmly down at the base of her
spine.
Vicki clenched the cheeks of her bottom together in fear.
She realized that in talking about "increased" and "harder"
schoolwork, Jameson was revealing his plans for the course of her
punishment. She had decided that she could endure four more
spankings like yesterday's, but if they were going to get worse
each day, she would simply go out of her mind!
The pressure of Jameson's hand increased as he drew back
the paddle, and Vicki held her breath in anticipation. Her
suspense was short-lived. The paddle landed with a "CRACK" on
the fullest part of the left cheek of her rump, and she howled in
agony. It felt like an entire nest of hornets had stung her
behind at the same time!
Before she could finish her outcry the paddle struck a
second time, lower on the left side. Vicki began to thrash,
kicking her legs wildly and pushing against the sofa with her
hands in a vain effort to regain her feet, but Jameson's hand,
pressing her hard against the flat top of the sofa's back, kept
her buttocks in place as he spanked them again and again.
The girl's frenzied movements delighted Jameson as he
continued the paddling. The runner's muscles in her ass and
thighs alternately bunched and relaxed as she struggled, and the
twisting of her torso raked her erect nipples back and forth
across the ribbed upholstery, first distending the breast he
could see and then hiding it from view.
And it was easy to see where he had already spanked her
and where he could inflict fresh pain. Yesterday, the skin
touched by the smooth face of the paddle had turned a mild pink
over a period of several seconds, but today, each smack with the
other face immediately left an angry red patch punctuated with
small white dots, in a pattern matching the holes in the paddle.
After twenty five or thirty strokes there were few areas
left unmarked and Jameson decided to give her a rest break. She
stopped struggling once she realized the spanking had ceased, but
even after he lifted his restraining hand Vicki continued to lie
over the back of the sofa sobbing convulsively.
Gradually Vicki's tears subsided and she rose to her
feet, cupping the cheeks of her bottom with both hands.
"Please," she implored Jameson, "please stop now. You can't
imagine how terribly that hurts."
"Of course it hurts," he responded sternly, "and it's
going to keep on hurting--terribly. If I hadn't been positive
that it would hurt I would have called the police yesterday and
you would have spent the night in a cell. I told you yesterday
that private discipline would be every bit as painful for you as
what you faced publicly. If you think you would find criminal
charges less painful than what you're getting here, then you'd
better put your stolen bikini back on while I make a call to the
precinct captain."
Jameson glared at the girl as fiercely as he could while
practically holding his breath. If she called his bluff, he'd be
lucky to stay out of jail himself! But of course she didn't.
With fresh tears she whispered "No, don't do that. But
please, can't we do it like yesterday, with me over your knees?
I thought that was terrible, but this is so much worse! Please?"
Jameson shook his head and told her to get back in
position over the sofa. Slowly she complied, bending her knees
this time instead of spreading her feet to accommodate her long
legs to the relatively low sofa back. Jameson quickly grasped
one of her thighs with each hand and, feeling no resistance from
the sobbing girl, pulled them wide apart. He could spank her
just as effectively either way, but he enjoyed watching her
snatch as he paddled her and, more importantly, he wanted the
cameras to have the best view possible!
Vicki wondered vaguely why Jameson wanted her legs spread
apart. She supposed it was because he wanted to see the area
between them, but she no longer cared very much. She was
resigned to the fact that she would have to accept whatever
punishment he cared to administer, because letting him go to the
police was just unthinkable. If she made him mad enough he might
just do it anyway--it seemed as though he'd almost reached that
point a few minutes ago--and she determined to be as cooperative
as she could make herself be for the rest of the week. If only
his spankings didn't hurt so much!
She felt the pressure of his hand increase and tried to
make herself relax before the hornets stung her again. This time
they came very low, across both cheeks at once, just above the
place where her bottom met her thighs. Vicki tried hard not to
move, but there was no way she could keep from crying out. Again
and again they stung her, all over her bottom but mostly along
the edges of the crack that separated the halves of her rear,
coming dangerously close to the secret area between her legs.
Each time she screamed and twitched, but held on to her resolve
to be cooperative.
After the paddle had stung her a dozen or more times,
though, the pain overcame her fear of making Jameson angry, and
she began to struggle again. She kicked with all her athlete's
strength, trying futilely to deflect Jameson's aim. When that
failed she planted her feet and tried to swing her hips from side
to side, to dodge the blows, but the pressure Jameson was
applying to her lower back kept her from moving more than an inch
in either direction.
Worse still, Jameson began spanking the backs and insides
of her thighs, and continued until she stopped struggling. Then
the paddle moved upward and an especially venomous bunch of
hornets swarmed over her backside, stinging, biting and ripping
at her skin until Vicki was sure there was none left. Just as
suddenly they had come the hornets left, and the room was silent
except for the echo of her last agonized scream.
Jameson lifted his hand from her back and Vicki clawed
her way forward, dragging her legs over the top of the sofa until
she was able to topple off the front edge. She huddled on the
floor for a minute and then rose slowly to her knees. Just as
slowly she raised her head until her eyes found his.
"Please, Mr. Jameson, that's enough," she cried. You
have to stop. I feel like I'm on fire, and I just can't take any
more. Please, I beg you."
He looked at her steadily for a moment before speaking.
"You have had a rather severe spanking, Miss Wilkins, but that's
what you're here for. I will give you another two minutes to
rest, and then you will go back over the sofa so we can finish
for the day." He knew that she had already received a far more
painful beating than he'd given her the day before, and he didn't
intend to give her more than another half dozen strokes. But he
was also determined to make her realize that he would not succumb
to any amount of pleading.
Vicki sank back to the floor and lay prone, moaning "I
can't, I just can't," over and over.
Still holding the paddle, Jameson looked at his watch.
When two minutes had passed he snapped "Your time is up, Miss
Wilkins. On your feet." He waited while she struggled to her
knees.
"I can't," she repeated. Please don't spank me any
more."
"Miss Wilkins, I am warning you. Get back in position or
I will make you very, very sorry!", Jameson shouted.
Vicki rose to her feet but made no move to return to the
sofa. Angered now by her disobedience, Jameson seized her hand
and pulled her toward him. Planting his right foot on the sofa,
he dragged her over his horizontal thigh and clamped both of her
hands behind her back with his left hand.
"NO, DON'T," Vicki wailed, but her cry ended in a shriek
of pain as he began swatting her bruised buttocks with the
perforated paddle. Her legs flailed helplessly as he blistered
first one cheek and then the other. Instead of the five or six
strokes he'd intended, Jameson spanked her another two dozen
times, more than half of the blows landing in previously unmarked
areas on her upper thighs.
Finished, he pulled his foot off the sofa, dropping Vicki
unceremoniously into a sobbing heap on the carpeted floor.
"That's more than double what you would have received if you'd
obeyed me," Jameson told her, "and you have no one but yourself
to blame."
He turned on his heel, tossed the paddle into the desk
drawer and strode to the door. "You know where my office is,"
Jameson snapped. "I'll be there for the next thirty minutes.
Unless you want to walk home without your clothes, you'll be
there before I leave." He opened the heavy door of the security
room and slammed it behind him, leaving Vicki to weep alone.
Vicki lay sniffling on the floor for a few more minutes,
but the awareness that her punishment was over the for day soon
revived her spirits. She thought about the evening ahead. She
couldn't skip dinner with her parents two days in a row, and she
really did need to do some studying. She hoped that she wouldn't
find herself as distracted as she'd been the night before.
Those thoughts stimulated her memory of that strange
image of being the giver and at the same time the receiver of a
painful spanking. Rising to her feet, Vicki walked behind the
sofa and pressed herself against it, bending forward until she
was in the same position Jameson had demanded. She heard herself
moan as her tender breasts contacted the scratchy fabric, and she
began shifting her weight from one foot to the other and back
again, swaying gently from side to side and raking her hardening
nipples across the vertical sofa cushion.
Suddenly Vicki had the sense that she was looking at
herself, from a position behind and above her moving hips. She
felt the pressure of a restraining hand--but she knew it was her
hand--on her lower back, forcing her to stop moving, and she saw,
and at the same time felt, the muscles in her ass begin to twitch
as they waited in terrible anticipation for her to begin the
spanking.
She could see a dark area where those trembling asscheeks
met the widespread thighs below them, but her mind refused to
supply any detail to the dark area, because Vicki had never seen
her secret place from that angle. She wished that there were a
couple of mirrors positioned so she could see for herself what
Jameson saw, but there were none in the room.
Hoping to create the missing visual image from her sense
of touch, Vicki raised her head and torso until she was leaning
forward only slightly and slid her right hand slowly down her
lower spine, through the tingling valley between the bruised
cheeks of her posterior, until she felt the slippery groove in
her secret place. Although she had intended only the merest
touch, a wave of heat surged around and through her like a blast
of tropical air, and Vicki felt her fingers being pulled inside
her. She leaned backward, still pressed against the sofa, so her
fingers could penetrate more deeply, and cried out with shock and
amazement as her body seized control.
Her body alternately sucked her fingers deep within
itself and expelled them, and her buttocks writhed in an erratic
circle, forcing her protruding clitoris into repeated contact
with the edge of her hand while the nails of her other hand
clawed across her swollen breasts until her nipples were the size
of thimbles. Her movements became more and more frantic as she
felt the orgasm building inside her, until finally it surged
through her in wave after dizzying wave, casting her at last onto
the back of the sofa, exhausted.
Vicki wouldn't know it for a long time, but she had
provided Jameson's video cameras with the most torridly erotic
footage he would ever see.
As Vicki's mind began to clear she realized that nearly
thirty minutes must have passed since Jameson had left. Still
trembling from the impact of the waves that had swirled through
her, Vicki retrieved the emerald bikini and put it on. She
opened the door of the security room a few inches and peeked out.
There was no one in sight, and she climbed the stairs on rubbery
legs and knocked on Jameson's door.
He opened the door and stepped back as Vicki entered. "I
was beginning to think that you had decided to spend the night,"
he remarked.
Vicki pulled her shirt on and buttoned it, but had to
brace herself against Jameson's desk in order to pull her jeans
over her trembling legs. Assuming her shakiness resulted from
the final frenzied spanking he'd administered, Jameson said "I
trust you've learned now not to disobey me, and that you won't
need any further reminders."
She assured him that she had learned. "Good," he said.
"I will see you, then, at four o'clock tomorrow."
Vicki nodded her agreement and left the office to make
her way through the half-darkened store.
(continued)
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