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Brandi Learns A Lesson (Chapters 1, 2, and 3) (M/f, MF/f, F/f, N/C, Bd,
spank, oral, anal)
By Rod Ramsey
The following story is fiction. It is intended for consenting adults.
It may contain any and all sexual perversions. If you are offended by sex
stories, you don't belong here. All characters are fictitious and any
reseblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. This
story takes place in a fantasy world where STD's and unwanted pregnancies
do not exist. In this plane of existance most women are naturally
submissive bisexuals and men are well hung studs that can go all night and
cum several times a night. Like I said completely fictitious.
This work is copyrighted 2003 by Rod Ramsey. License is given for end
user to make one copy for personal use, without modification. No website
or publisher that charges a fee for access or distribution shall use this
work without prior written consent of the author. Free archives may store
and distribute this work, provided this disclamer and copyright notice
remains attached.
This is my first story attempt. If you like the story or have
constructive criticism please feel free to let me know at
rod_ramsey@yahoo.com.
If you just want to flame me then FOAD.
Brandi Learns A Lesson (M/f, MF/f, F/f, N/C, Bd, spank, oral, anal)
By Rod Ramsey
Chapter 1 - Brandi Gets Caught
Michael looked up to the video screen when he heard the front door
chime. A familiar looking dark haired young woman had just entered the
shop. Carlie, his assistant was almost finished with a customer, so he
decided to let the woman browse and Carlie could help her when she was
finished. The young woman walked over to the display of crystal figurines
the shop had. Michael watched her walk, trying to remember the face and
where he knew her from. Mike had a thing for attractive young women and he
was just about to go assist her himself when the woman, with a look toward
the counter, slipped one of the figurines into her purse.
"Damn, another fucking shoplifter." Mike said. The woman had
nonchalantly picked up a second figurine."She wouldn't?" Mike hit the real
time switch on the time-lapse recorder, he wanted to get this. Into her
purse the second piece went.
Mike walked into the front of the store and stood by the counter as the
girl headed out. Mike followed her out and gently took her arm.
"Excuse me miss, but I think you forgot to pay for some items. Would
you come with me?" He said, leading the startled girl back into the store.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself." She said then went on,
"I can pay for them, honest. It's just that the bank doesn't pay me until
next Friday."
The Bank, that's where he knew her from. "She's one of the tellers,
well she was anyway." Mike thought.
Leading her into the office he said, "The bank, a trusted employee of
the town bank shoplifting. What is this world coming too?"
"You know they will probably fire you when they find out you were
arrested for shoplifting. Lets have them." Mike held out his had as the
girl reached into her purse for the crystal figurines.
"Please, don't have me arrested. I can pay for them, really I can." She
replied with a whine.
"Sit." Pointing to a metal chair, "What's your name?"
"Brandi Webster, sir."
"What's your hieght and weight, Brandi?" Mike asked writing down the
information.
"Five foot four inches, um, one hundred and ten pounds. Are you sure we
can't work this out?"
"What's your age?"
"Nineteen, I'll be twenty in September."
"Humph, not even twenty and your going to jail. What's your address?"
Mike could see the tears wellin up in her eyes.
Um, 280 Brookside, sir." Getting onto her knees the girl begged,
"Please, I'll do anything. My dad's on the City Council and he'll kill me
if I get arrested." The tears started.
"Anything?" Mike asked, maybe he could have some fun.
"Yes, anything. Just name it." the girl was looking at the floor.
"I have a video tape of you stealing. The bank will fire you and daddy
will kill you. Are you sure you mean anything?"
"Uh hun, I'll do anything, I'll let you do anything. Just don't have me
arrested." She replied as tears poured down the girl's face.
"I can punish you?"
"Yes sir, anything, just don't have me arrested." The kneeling girl
plead.
"Are you finished with work today?" Mike asked.
"I'm on lunch. If I don't get back soon I'll be late."
"What time do you get off tonight?
"Six or Six-thirty, it depends on how busy we are and how quickly I can
balance my drawer."
Mike thought for a few seconds then said, "Give me your wallet. Be here
at seven, no later, or I'll call the police."
"Yes sir, thank you." The girl said handing Mike her wallet.
The rest of the afternoon Brandi figited and squirmed. What would the
man at the antique shop demand of her. She wasn't naive, he would probably
want sex. Brandi knew that would work, her last boyfreind had taught her
how to deepthroat and said she was the best at cocksucking.
Mike had let Carlie go home at six, the shop closed at six-thirty and
Mike didn't expect any customers. He put out the closed sign and went in
the back to get things set up. Getting the digital recorder set up took no
time at all, hiding the four color video cameras to get the shots he wanted
took the better part of a half-hour. Brandi arrived just before seven,
Mike liked what he saw. She had changed from the bank uniform of blue
slacks and green sweater into a mid-length blue skirt, white blouse and 3
inch pumps.
"Are you wearing pantyhose or stockings?" He asked, admiring the view.
"Stockings, I hate pantyhose. Um, what did you have in mind?" She
inquired.
"I think we can start with a spanking. I take it you don't have
anywhere else to be tonight?" Pointing the girl to the back as he lowered
the blinds and locked the door.
"A spanking?" Shit! He was serious about punishing me. "Can't we work
something else out."
"Oh, I think we'll work plenty out." Sitting down in a high backed
wooden chair, Mike patted his knee. One camera hidden at seat height
should get an excelent shot of her rear end.
"Come over here and lay across my lap, facing the wall." He instructed.
"Please don't do this." The girl plead, "I'll let you fuck me. Just
don't spank me."
"I'll probably fuck you anyway. Now, would you like to see the video of
your crime, before I call the police?"
Taking small steps Brandi walked to the man's side and slowly lowered
herself over his knees. Mike pulled the girl up so her thighs were against
his leg. Flipping the skirt up over her back, Mike whistled at her white
panties with cute little pink hearts.
"Did you wear these for me? He asked, plucking at the tight material.
"No. They were just what I wore to work today. I didn't expect anyone
to see them." The embarassed young woman replied.
Mike started to rub his hand on the girl's ass. "Very nice." He
thought, noticing the firmness of flesh and that the straps for the garter
were on the inside of the panties. Obviously the girl had expected to
remove the panties. Mike gave the girl a tentative swat on her butt. When
he got no reaction he started the spanking in ernest. After five swats
Brandi started to whimper and on the seventh let out a quiet "Oww." Mike
had just reached ten when the girl started to squirm.
Swat eleven brought a vocal "Ouch, damn that hurts." Brandi could feel
Mike's cock, still restrained in his slacks, growing larger against her
belly.
"Hold still or I'll start over." Mike responded with a quick double
swat. "Just seven more to go for the first round."
Swats fourteen, fifteen and sixteen were each accompanied with an "Oww,
OWw and OWW." Mike paused for a few seconds, rubbing the girl's ass gently.
Brandi was just starting to think it was over when Mike gave the last three
swats hard and fast. Brandi tumbled to the floor as with the last stinging
blow Mike pushed her off his lap. Brandi stood up rubbing her sore butt.
"Can I go now?" She asked.
"Go? Goodness no, we're just getting started." With that Mike turned on
a CD, soft waltz music started to play, "Dance for me." He ordered.
Brandi started to sway her hip and move her feet slightly. She knew he
wanted sexy, but right now she didn't feel sexy.
"You can do better than that." Mike said.
"Uh, yeah if I had some decent music to dance to." Brandi shot back.
"Well let's see. My assistant likes to listen to this while she cleans
back here."
Mike put a second CD on, this one was definitely dancable. Britney
Spears started to sing and Brandi at least could dance to the music.
Brandi swayed her hips and wiggled her butt to the music. As she danced
she closed her eyes and instead of a dirty old man she pretended that she
was dancing for, Dino, the cute loan officer at the bank. Dino had been
the subject of Brandi's fantasies since he started two weeks ago. Mike
didn't care who she imagined, he had to see more of that sexy young body.
As the next song started he instructed her to undress as she danced. A
sexy little striptease just for me.
"I don't think so." Said the still wiggling girl.
"I could still call the cops and besides you offered to let me fuck you.
Remember?"
"Oh, allright." It couldn't be too horrible to do a strip for this guy.
Besides she did offer to fuck him. Brandi thought about what the strippers
on TV shows did, bump and grind, as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She
started with the top two buttons then the bottom two, leaving just the
center buttoned, she turned her back on Mike. Unbuttoning the last button,
Brandi held the sides together as she swayed back around. Hips flowing she
flashed her bra for the watching man before turning away once more.
Looking over her shoulder she asked demurly, "Am I doing ok?"
"Your doing fine. Turn around and let me see you."
Instead Brandi slipped her blouse off her shoulders and swayed her body
back and forth. Still holding the blouse together Brandi bump and grinded
her way around to face Mike. Getting into it more than she would like to
admit, Brandi opened the blouse and let it fall to he waist, held on by her
wrists. She wiggled her tasty looking tits at Mike and once more turning
her back, let the blouse fall. Reaching behind her Brandi unhooked her
bra, holding it up with arms crossed she turned to the front. Completely
unaware that three cameras were recording her every move, Brandi peeled
down the left side exposing the nipple. She did a pirouette, so fast Mike
caught just the briefest glimps of her nipple. All the time continuing to
sway back and forth, Brandi peeled down th right side and with both nipples
exposed turned. Mike was loving the show and watched enthralled as Brandi
dropped the bra, letting it join the blouse. With a look that would do a
professional proud Brandi reached up to cup her breasts and tease her
hardening nipples. Horny now, Brandi slid the zipper of her skirt down and
with little hesitation let it fall to the floor.
"Did you know this would get me so hot?" Brandi asked as she slid her
hand down the outside of her panties and cupped her pussy.
"It'll make the rest of you punishment easier. Take off the panties and
let me see your cunt." Mike said in the way of reply.
Brandi, not liking the cunt word, needed no more incouragement. She
once more turned away and with legs at shoulder width slid the pretty
panties to her ankles. The lighting was perfect for the camera behind Mike
to get a good shot of her cunt, hopefully the quality would allow for a
digital zoom. Brandi stepped out of the panties with her left foot and
turning around kicked them at Mike. The shot landed the panties in Mike's
face, he reached up and holding them to his nose to in his first scent of
this darling Womanchild.
"Good shot. I bet you couldn't do that again if you tried." Lowering
his hand and admiring her trimmed pussy.
"What's the bet?"
"If you make it, I fuck you and let you go home. If you don't make it
you have to be my slave the whole weekend." Mike replied, tossing the
panties at her feet.
"What do you mean by slave? I don't think I like that."
"I'll still finish your punishment for stealing the crystals, as well,
you will do whatever I want until seven pm Sunday." Mike answered. "Is it
a bet?"
"Your on." Six years of soccer came down to this one shot. If she made
it she would feel vindicated for the scholarship she didn't get. Brandi
spun, the panties flew in a perfect arc, missing Mike's smiling face by a
scant quarter-inch. He couldn't tell if the panties had touched his ear or
if it was the air disturbed by it's passing.
"Fuck!"
"Maybe later. Right now come over here and let me get a good look at
you." Mike said gently.
Brandi walked over to the seated man. Mike took Brandi's hip and moved
her to the side. Running both hands up and down her hips, up to her
stomach and finally to cup her breasts. The girl was shaking again in fear
and anger, fear of what this man would now demand of her and anger for
missing a chip shot. Mike gave her tits an squeeze then moved down her
body, reaching around to cup her ass and pull her toward him.
"You missed on purpose, didn't you?" He asked. The girl's lust was
obvious from the scent.
"No, I played soccer for six years. That should have been a easy goal."
"A pair of panties has different dynamics and flight characteristics
than a soccer ball." Mike consoled the girl. "Now, lets see how wet you
are." With that Mike slid his hands to the frontside of the quivering girl
and rubbed his thumbs in her moist cunt.
As Mike continued to fondle the girl, a gurgle sounded from her stomach,
causing her to giggle and pull away. "I didn't get lunch today. I was
kinda indisposed" She said by way of expanation.
"Well, since your going to spend the weekend as my slave the least I
could do is feed you. Lets see if we can find you some suitable clothes."
Mike got up and taking the girl by the hand started leading her to the
front of the store.
"What's wrong with what I was wearing?" The girl asked.
"They're nice, but not appropriate for a slave."
The girl had stopped suddenly at the door to the front. "It's ok, the
blinds are down. No one can see you."
Leading the girl to the school uniform section, Mike started looking at
the plaid skirts. He figured that a sixth-grade skirt would fit this slim
girl's waist and still be short enough for his plans. Picking out three
different sizes he handed them to her and instructed her to try them on.
Brandi could see that there was no way the first one would fit, even
sucking in her stomach it was way to tight. Like the three bears, the
second one she tried was too loose. The third one fit just right, at least
for Mike, Brandi thought it was still a bit to tight. Now for a blouse.
"Your a B-cup right?" Mike asked.
"Yes, but the bras are over there." Pointing to the underwear section,
"Along with underwear, if your not going to let me wear mine."
"No, no, no bra and no panties for my slave tonight. Try this one."
Handing Brandi a obviously too small blouse.
Brandi sliped the blouse on and pulled it together to try and button it.
"It's too small." She said with a smirk.
"Tie it, Let see how it fits that way." Mike replied and taking the
bottom of the blouse pulled the ends together and tied them below Brandi's
tits. Rubbing the sides of her breasts Mike said, "Yes I think that fits
just fine. Your shoes even match your skirt, besides I know we don't carry
any that would look better. Lets go."
"I can't be seen wearing this. I'll die of embarassment."
"It's dark outside, the shopping center is closed and no one you know
will be where we're going." Mike assured her, once more leading her by the
hand. He set the alarm and pushed the girl out the door.
Chapter Two - A Little Humiliation With Dinner
Mike pushed the girl against his Porche and leaned in for a kiss.
Brandi resisted as he tried to force his tongue into her mouth. Mike would
have none of that and reached down to pinch the girl's ass.
"Kiss me." He whispered, "The sooner you kiss me the sooner we can go."
Brandi could feel Mike pulling her skirt up, bunching it around her
waist. She opened her mouth to his invading tongue as he pinched both
exposed ass cheeks. Mike could feel the nineteen year old squirm as he
probed her warm mouth with his tongue. After a couple of minutes of tongue
play Mike opened the door for the girl and pushed her in.
"Don't sit on your skirt. If you get a wet spot on the back everyone
will know what a slut you really are." He admonished as Brandi tried to
pull the skirt down. Mike left the shopping center parking lot and
maneuvered the sports car through Friday traffic, heading for the freeway.
When not shifting Mike rested his right hand on Brandi's thigh.
"Um, where are we going?" The girl asked as Mike powered up the on-ramp.
"To dinner." Mike answered, "Remember, you get to be my slave for the
weekend and before I take you home we're going to eat." His hand slipped up
the girl's thigh to rest just touching her pussy.
"Ok, but where? The shopping center is on the edge of town and your
heading towards the foothills."
"Yes, Foothill Estates has a great restaurant. I eat there almost every
Friday." He told her. Foothill Estates was a very exclusive Country Club
housing development. Brandi was sure that she wasn't dressed appropriately
for a posh restaurant and told Mike so.
"Your with me. They wont have any problems with the way you're
dressed." With that his hand cupped her cunt and gave it a squeeze. "So
warm and wet. Good thing your not sitting on your skirt, the back would be
soaked."
Brandi had to agree with that assesment. Ever since the little
striptease back in the shop she had been wet and horny, his probing fingers
wasn't helping the situation any. Mike drove the car with skill, passing
trucks and cars as he sped toward the onrushing hills. Soon he was taking
the exit for Foothill Estates. Three miles off the freeway Mike took his
hand from Brandi's sopping cunt just long enough to hit the remote. The
gate opened smoothly and Mike didn't even take his foot off the gas as they
went through. Pulling up to the restaurant Mike finally removed his hand
from between the girl's legs.
As soon as the car stopped a liveried doorman opened Brandi's door. She
almost squealed when she realized he could look down and see her exposed
brown muff. Standing up quickly and pulling down the skirt Brandi stepped
away from the car. The valet drove off with the car and Mike took her arm
and walked her toward the door. As the doorman stood holding the door open
Mike turned to Brandi and bent to give her a kiss. Without thinking Brandi
pulled away. Mike just turned and led her into the restaurant without
saying a word.
The Matre' d met them with a smile and said, "Ah, Michael I had just
about given up on you for tonight and was about to give a way your table.
This way please." He turned around and led them passed two elegantly
dressed couples that were waiting for Mike's table. The Matre' d led them
to a booth in the back, well away from the kitchen. Brandi slid into the
booth relieved to be hiding her short skirt from all the men who had
watched her walk through the diningroom. Mike had slid in all the way as
the Matre' d asked if they would like a drink from the bar. Mike ordered
himself a whiskey sour and the young lady a glass of the house white.
"I can't drink wine." Brandi informed him, "I'm not twentyone. You
could go to jail for buying me wine."
"And you can still go to jail for shoplifting. Now slide over here next
to me." Brandi slid over, before he continued. "Your sitting on your
skirt, lift it up around your waist."
Mike turned into the squirming girl and slid his hand up her thigh as he
kissed her. Brandi closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation as Mike
diddled her. She was startled when the waitress, a blond woman little
older than Brandi, arrived with their drinks.
"Good evening, I'm Amanda and I'll be your server tonight. We have
salmon with chipotle' chile salsa and a nice macadamia nut seared tuna on
special tonight. Do you need a few minutes to look at the menu?" The blond
waitress asked looking at Brandi.
"What do you think Brandi, the salmon?" Mike asked, Brandi embarassed at
being caught by the woman just nodded. Mike smiled before turning to the
waitress and gave the order, "The young lady will have the salmon and I
will have your filet mignon."
"An excellent choice sir." Then looking at Brandi once again she asked,
"Miss, what kind of dressing would you like on your salad?"
"Um, ranch. If you have it." The still embarassed teen responded.
"We have ranch, Dear. I'll be right back with your salads." Giving the
girl a wink, she turned and walked away.
"Oh my god, she saw what you were doing."
Tuning back to the girl, Mike replaced his hand on her thigh and said,
"It's ok, she wont tell anyone. I'm sure She's seen more than this. Now
kiss me again before she gets back with our salads.
Once the salads arrived Mike left Brandi's body alone. They talked
about the weather, hot, whether Brandi had a boyfriend, no, and why Brandi
wasn't away at college. It turns out that Brandi's parent's were too rich
to get her financial aid, yet too stingy to pay for her education.
"Um, Mike can I go use the restroom?" Brandi asked as she finished her
salmon.
"Sure, it's back by the kitchen entrance. To the left before you get to
waitress station."
Brandi walked to the restroom, there weren't as many customers in the
diningroom now and only a few heads turned to watch her. One of the heads
that watched was Amanda. Amanda loved to embarass girls and Brandi acted
embarassed everytime Mandy would check on their table. Giving Brandi two
minutes she walked into the ladiesroom. Brandi stepped out of the stall
and gave a startled squeak when she saw Amanda at the counter checking her
makeup.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come in and you suprised me."
"That's ok, are you enjoying your dinner?" Mandy asked. Before Brandi
could reply she continued, "Michael sure seem to be enjoying his." Running
the back of her fingers across Brandi's cheek, "Of course he has such a
lovely young dinner partner."
"The food here is excellent, I can't believe Michael eats here every
Friday though, it's sooo expensive."
Laughing Mandy informed her, "He can afford it. Just like he can afford
you."
"What?" The now blushing teen cried, "It's not what you think. I lost a
bet and part of it is to dress like this for dinner."
"So you lost a bet, and now you have to go to dinner dressed like a
slutty little schoolgirl?" Pressing Brandi against the wall she slid her
hands under the teen's skirt. "Your not even wearing panties. What was
the bet?"
"Let me go." Brandi whispered
"Not until you tell me what the bet was." Mandy whispered back.
"I played soccer in highschool so the bet was I couldn't hit a target
with a soccer kick twice. I Lost." Brandi told her, "Can I go now?"
"One last question. Is Michael going to fuck you tonight?"
"God I hope so." Brandi responded as she slid out of the older girl's
grip.
Brandi slid into the booth sullenly, pulling up the back of her skirt as
she did so.
"Why the long face all of a sudden?" Mike asked, she had been coming out
of her shell all evening and now she had reverted to the quiet girl.
Dejectedly she told Mike what Amanda had done and said in the bathroom.
When Amanda came to ask if they wanted dessert Mike asked Amanda if Brandi
had said what the target was. No, she hadn't, Mike so explained. Brandi
was mortified, Mike was telling this stranger that she had kicked her
panties at him while doing a striptease and hit him in the face.
"So the little slut lied to me? Making me think it was a soccer ball.
You know she should be punished." Mandy said as Mike finished the story.
"Oh, she will be. Brandi, appologize to Amanda for lying to her." Mike
told the girl, lifting her face by the chin.
"I'm sorry for lying to you." Brandi said to Amanda. Then turning to
Mike, "Can we go now."
"Amanda, was that a sufficient appology?"
"Well since I can't spank her myself I guess it will have to do. Do you
still want dessert, or shall I get the check?"
"Brandi, would you like some dessert? They have an excellent chocolate
cake." Mike asked the sniffling girl.
"No, I just want to go." Brandi pouted, trying to keep the tears from
falling.
"A piece of the chocolate cake to go and the check will be all. Thank
you Amanda."
Chapter Three - The Real Punishment Begins
After Mandy had brought the elegantly wrapped cake and bill, Mike took
out a business card and wrote something on it. Leaving it with the signed
guest bill, he held Brandi's hand as they walked out. The valet had
already brought the car around and the grinning doorman held the door for
Brandi as she got in. Mike put the car in gear and drove out of the lot,
heading away from the front gate. Brandi was just about to ask where he
was going when Mike punched a second remote and pulled onto the grounds of
the largest estate in Foothill Estates. Parked in the garage Mike went
around and opened the door for the still confused girl.
"This is your place?" Brandi was finally able to ask. "It's huge."
Looking around the formal livingroom complete with a full sized grand
piano.
"Yes. My father did rather well in clothing and real estate. I took
over where he left off and built it into a very tidy sum. I keep the shop
as a tribute to my father." Mike explained, leading the girl into a dark
paneled office. Mike placed the girl in a corner and went about getting
ready for the next step. Once he had everything arranged he sat down in a
high backed wooden chair, suprisingly similar to the one at the shop, and
called the girl over.
"Down, lay across my knee, just like before." Brandi complied with his
instructions. "Now, you've earned three additional punishments in addition
to what you were to get for shoplifting. Are you ready?"
"Why three more? I"ve been doing what you want all evening." The girl
cried as she lowered herself onto Mike's lap.
"One, you didn't kiss me at the shopping center." Swat. "Two, you
didn't kiss me outside the restaurant." Swat. "And three, you had to be
told to not sit on your skirt at dinner. That's thirty swats total and
they wont be by hand." Mike lifted the schoolgirl skirt up exposing
Brandi's fine young ass. Starting by massaging the flesh he suddenly swung
his hand and gave the girl three hard swats on each asscheek. Picking up
the leather covered paddle Mike rubbed the girl's ass with it, then told
her to count the strokes.
"If you miss one, it doesn't count." He informed her.
WHACK, Brandi heard the sound then the burning sensation in her ass
started.
"Oww, one."
WHACK, "Oww, two"
WHACK, "Oww. Shit that hurts."
WHACK, "Oww , four.
"No, Brandi that's three you didn't count. Let's try three again."
WHACK, "Four."
"Brandi, three comes before four."
WHACK, "Three."
WHACK, "Ouch, shit, four."
WHACK, "OWWIE, five. Please no more that hurts."
"Just five more to go then you can take a break."
WHACK, "OWW, six." Tears started flowing from Brandi's lovely eyes.
WHACK, "OWWW, seven."
WHACK, "OWWW, eight."
WHACK, "OWWWW, nine"
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Nine, it was NINE."
WHACK, "OWWWWW, ten." Brandi was sobbing as Mike put down the paddle and
started rubbing her abused ass.
"So warm, I love to give naughty schoolgirls a spanking. The red glow
of a well paddled ass is so attractive." Mike said as he massaged her
tender butt. "Now, dance for me. Just like you did back at the store."
"There's no music." The sobbing girl protested.
"Pretend there's music."
"I suppose you want me to strip like at the store?" Brandi asked.
Mike just nodded his head as Brandi started to sway to the music only
she could hear. Brandi could feel that tingle in her loins again almost as
soon as she started to untie the blouse. There would be no bra or panties
to hide behind or extend the dance this time. Brandi dropped the blouse
with hardly a thought, her hard nipples sticking out tantalizingly. Mike
was captivated by the young womans resilience. From sobbing, punished
schoolgirl to sexy strutting slut, just like that. Brandi fondled her
breasts then reached down and flipped up the front of the skirt to flash
Mike. She slowly lowered the zipper on the schoolgirl skirt and let it
fall to the floor. Naked except for the garter, hose and heels. Brandi
was unprepared for what happened next. Mike picked up a flogger and gave
it a swing. The whip hit Brandi full on the chest and she almost collapsed
as her hands went to cover her breasts.
"Stand up straight, arms at your side." Mike said commandingly, with a
swat to her already punished ass. "Stand up I say!"
Not sure what she was more afraid of Brandi stood up straight and
lowered her arms.
"Please don't. I was doing what you said."
"Stand still, keep your hands at your side or it'll only get worse."
Mike said. Brandi didn't think it could get much worse as Mike gave the
whip an gentle overhand swing and hit the top of her left tit. Mike kept
up a steady rhythm, working the whip all over the girl's lovely breasts.
Brandi's tits were a nice shade of red and tears flowed freely down the
teen's face when Mike finally stopped.
Sitting back down Mike ordered her to sit on his lap. Brandi gingerly
sat, the pain from the paddling had mostly dissipated, until she put
pressure on her backside. Reaching around to fondle and pinch Brandi's
tits, Mike found that the nipples were still rock hard.
"You only have one more punishment to go for being naughty at dinner.
Where do you think it should be?" Mike asked sliding his right hand down
through the girl's trimmed brown muff and onto her cunt.
"No more. Please haven't you punished me enough?" Brandi whined.
"If you take this next punishment like a good girl, I'll put off the
rest of your shoplifting punishment until tomorrow." Mike said, still
rubbing her sore tits and fondling her cunt. "Now, walk over to that
chest." Pointing to a huge wooden chest in front of the window. "Inside
you will find some cuffs, put one on each ankle and one on each wrist.
Then come back over here."
Brandi opened the chest and found sitting on a tray four black leather
cuffs. Placing one on each wrist she started to stand when Mike informed
her that the other two were for her ankles. Brandi complied not sure what
Mike had in mind. As she walked back to the desk, Mike patted the edge
just in front of the seat and told her to sit on the desk. Sitting she was
then instructed to lay back so her head hung over the far edge. Mike
picked up some short pieces of rope and began to secure Brandi's wrists to
the decorative metal rings that festooned the desk. Arms stretched out and
tied Brandi started to get worried, before she could have run, now she was
trapped. Mike walked to the other side and lifting the left leg secured it
to the desk, repeating the action for the right side. With the way her
legs were tied Brandi strained to close her knees to hide her pussy from
his view. Mike put a hand on each knee and spread the girl open. As soon
as Mike let go Brandi immediatly closed her knees. Not to be denied Mike
used the last to pieces of rope to tie her knees apart.
"Oww, thats too tight." Brandi complained.
"You had your chance to hold them open."
"Wh-what are you going to do to me now." The frightened girl asked
straining her neck to look up at Mike.
Sitting down in the chair, Mike just told her to lay back and enjoy it
for the time being. Mike ran his hand over Brandi's exposed cunt, feeling
the moist warm flesh. Sliding a finger inside her snatch, Mike slowly
started to finger fuck his new toy. As Brandi's breathing changed Mike
leaned in and started to lick the girl, running his tongue along her pussy
lips and flicking her clit.
"Well he said to enjoy it. Uhm, he eats pussy better than Meghan."
Brandi thought to herself, giving in to the sensations.
Mike could tell the girl was getting close to cumming when he stopped
licking and pulled his finger out. Mike stood up and undressed quickly
down to his boxers. Brandi could see his cock straining at the thin
material. Picking up the tawse, Mike gave the insides of Brandi's thighs a
few swats. First some soft ones to her exposed cunt, then continuing a
little harder. Brandi was feeling the pain mixed with something else when
she realized that she was about to cum.
"NO, ugh, ugh, no." Brandi was saying trying to fight the sensation."OH
GOD NO! PLEASE NOT NOW!!" she cried, unaware of her own voice. "GOD I'M
COMING!" Brandi convulsed on the desk as her orgasm hit. Mike softened his
strokes and slowed down the pace as Brandi came down from her orgasm.
Sitting back down, Mike had just started to lick up the juices flowing from
Brandi's tortured cunt when the door bell rang.
Smiling down at the tied girl he "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right
back." With that he walked out of the room.
Brandi closed her eyes when Mike walked out of the room. She was still
trying to decide if she was hurting from the pain of being whipped or
enjoying the pleasure of her orgasm when she heard a voice. Brandi opened
her eyes to see Amanda looking at her.
"Well, well, well. Looks like Michael's little subby slut is being
punished." Mandy said as she kneeled down to look in the girl's eyes. "I
bet you thought Michael had forgotten to punish you for lying to me." Mandy
kissed Brandi on the nose.
"I was getting ready to fuck her when you arrived." Mike said from the
door. "Would you mind if I got off before you punished her?"
"I think I can amuse myself while you fuck your subby slut." Mandy
replied, reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties off. As Mike
peeled his boxers off Amanda kissed Brandi full on the lips, suprising even
herself, Brandi kissed back. Mike slid his cock home into the waiting
snatch and started fucking the young woman. Mandy stood up as Mike sawed
in and out of Brandi. Straddling the girl's face she reached around back
and grabbing the teen's hair pulled Brandi up.
"Lick my pussy, bitch." Mandy demanded. "Come on, be a good subby slut
and lick Mandy's cunt."
Brandi couldn't resist, with Mike fucking her and Mandy rubbing her
pussy in Brandi's face. Brandi started licking, at first tentatively then
with more enthusiasm as Mandy humped her hips in rhythm with Mike's
pumping. Mandy let go of Brandi's hair and started tweeking her nipples.
She could still see the fading red marks from Mike's whipping. Brandi's
nipples responded immediatly to the attention, getting even harded as Mandy
pinched.
"Are you going to pierce your little subby's nipples?" She asked Mike,
as she continued to play with them.
As he pumped Mike responded, "No. I don't want to do any permanent
damage to the girl."
"You should pierce them anyway. I love my pierce tits, they're soo
sensitive." Mandy replied reaching up to cup and pinch herself through the
material of her sweater.
"Let me see them."
Mandy complied, pulling her sweater off and exposing her hard pierced
nipples. She leaned forward so Mike could continue to pump Brandi's twat
as he fondled her tits. Leaning a little more they kissed, Mike playing
with Mandy's tits while Mandy fondled Brandi's. Breaking the kiss, Mike
told Mandy he was ready to cum.
"Do you want me to cum inside her or on her tits?"
"Cum inside her, so I can taste you both." Was Mandy's reply.
Without further encouragement, Mike let loose a torrent inside the
girl's pussy. Not saying a word Mike and Amanda swapped ends. Mike
pressed his slime covered cock against Brandi's mouth as Mandy knelt
between her legs. Brandi dutifully licked Mike's cock clean of the mixed
juices.
"Umm, yummy." Were the first words Brandi had uttered since Mandy had
walked in. "God, that feels so good. Lick me Amanda, swallow all of
Michael's cum."
"So, you are a little subby slut. Just like Amanda said." Mike said
looking down at her.
"Yes, I'll probably hate myself in the morning. But right now it just
feels s-so g-gooo-od. I'm gonna cum again." Brandi's second orgasm of the
evening wasn't as intense as her first.
Amanda crawled up and over Brandi, looking down at the girl looking up
at her she let some of Mike's cum slip from her mouth and into Brandi's.
When Brandi opened her mouth to recieve the gift, Mandy lowered herself and
kissed the girl. Tongues playing they kissed for a few minutes.
"She's being such a good little subby, it's a shame I still have to
punish her for lying." Mandy said as she broke the kiss.
"No, please I'll do anything don't hurt me anymore." Brandi cried,
wondering if she sounded as unconvincing as she thought.
"Sorry subby. You still have to be punished." Mandy said as she got off
the teen. "Mike, what would you suggest? I don't know what you've already
done to her."
"I think ten strokes with the cane should do it. Untie her legs while I
lower the winch." Mike replied.
Brandi had seen the winch and spreader bar above her but hadn't realize
what they were until Mike started the motor to lower them. Mandy had her
knees and left leg loose, so she grabbed the end of the spreader and hooked
the ankle cuff to it. Untying the right leg, Brandi soon found herself
spread with both legs in the air.
To be continued......I should post the rest on Monday or Tuesday
Rod
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