The Owned Girl

by Dominic Ridler

  'Specifically, Beth,' he said, 'how often did you masturbate before meeting Matthew and Annabel?'

  Beth looked shyly down at the table.

  'Tell him, Beth,' Matthew said, clearly enjoying her embarrassment. 'Tell him exactly what you used to do.'

  Beth swallowed hard. She found this sort of disclosure difficult. 'I didn't do it much,' she said, staring down at the table. 'I don't think I was very good at it.

  Charles persisted. 'What sort of fantasies did you have?'

  Beth blushed even more. She turned to Matthew. 'Must I?' she said.

  'Tell him,' Matthew answered.

  'I used to think about exposing myself to strange men in public. On the subway, places like that.'

  'What did you expose?' Charles asked.

  'I imagined going about without any knickers under my skirt, and I'd lift it so they could see me.'

  'So they could see your cunt?' I think Charles enjoyed saying that word to her. Beth didn't like to use it. She preferred to talk of her pussy.

  'Yes,' she whispered.

  'And were there consequences?'

  'Yes, I'd think about getting caught and being sent to a reformatory and being punished.'

  'How?'

  'They would birch me,' said Beth.

  'Have you ever been birched?' Charles asked.

  'No, but Matthew has threatened it once or twice.'

  At the end of the meal, Matthew made Beth do what she had done with Pilar and Aidan, go to the ladies' room and remove her underwear. When she sat back down we could all see her nipples through her thin blouse. After the meal was over we walked down the street and once more Matthew took us into an alley.

  'Put your hand in her blouse and feel her nipples,' Matthew said to Charles.

  Charles did so.

  'Are they hard?' Matthew asked.

  'Yes,' said Charles, 'very.'

  'Now put your hand up her skirt and feel between her legs. But don't penetrate her.'

  Charles did as invited. Beth stood looking down at the ground. I think she felt the humiliation of being an owned girl, at everyone else's disposal. Most submissive girls enjoy humiliation; it demonstrates most graphically what they want to submit to, another's power, exercised without regard to their own modesty or self-respect. And of course Beth always liked to be the centre of attention.

  'Very well,' Matthew said to Charles, 'we shall call for you at your hotel tomorrow, in time for lunch.'

  Charles took his hand from under Beth's skirt and we made our farewells. Beth gave him a little peck on the cheek. There was no doubt that she felt affection, but perhaps that was the limit of her feelings for him. I'm not sure.

  I had to work the next day, so Matthew took Beth to Charles's hotel on his own. The plan was that I would join them later, and we would have dinner together. Matthew told me that night in bed how the afternoon had gone. The three of them had gone out to lunch. Nothing much had happened; they all chatted amicably. Then they went back to Charles's hotel room. I guess Charles didn't have much idea what to expect. He'd been told what could not happen, but that was all.

  The two men sat in chairs and Beth sat on the floor between them. As usual she wore a skirt, and on top a t-shirt. Matthew told her to pull her skirt up so that Charles could see her legs. She raised the skirt halfway up her thighs. Matthew asked Charles what he thought of her legs. He said they were very shapely, and that he'd like to see the rest. Matthew told her to pull her skirt right up to her waist. Charles said her thighs were sleek and well-formed (which they were). She was wearing a little pair of powder-blue knickers. Matthew asked Charles to comment on them. He knew that Charles was a connoisseur of women's underwear, taking great pleasure in all the variety of styles, colours and materials. I remember him remarking at one point that this was a great age of lingerie that never had such a richesse of silk, satin and lace been available to all women, at such reasonable prices.

  Charles said that Beth's knickers were adorable, and that she was a sweet, cute little girl. I imagine that Beth lapped up this praise. Matthew then said to her that Charles wanted to see more. He made her stand up and take off her skirt and t-shirt, then sit back down on the floor again.

  'I want Charles to have every chance to take in the delights of your body, Beth,' Matthew said. 'He's a valued friend and entitled to enjoy the sight of you to the full.'

  'Yes, my owner,' Beth said dutifully.

  'You've seen her little tits?' Matthew asked Charles.

  'Indeed, I've seen them on screen. They are extremely pretty. But of course I'd like even more to see them for real.'

  'Take your bra off, Beth,' Matthew said.

  Beth removed her bra and sat on the floor looking at the two men, clad now only in her knickers.

  'I like her nipples,' Matthew said. 'So small and pink, just adorable. And it's fun to pinch them.'

  'No doubt,' said Charles.

  'Beth, sit closer to Charles so that he can play with your nipples.'

  She shifted closer. Charles put his hand down and took her left nipple between finger and thumb, pinching and twisting. Beth gasped.

  'She has such a girlish body,' Matthew said, 'and yet of course she's extremely sexual. Right now if you were to put your finger in her cunt you'd feel how wet she is.'

  Beth blushed and stared down at the floor. Matthew's tactics were clear. At one and the same time he was objectifying her, talking about her as if she were just an exhibit on display, her physical appeal discussed by two gentlemen without regard to her feelings. But on the other hand, Matthew was ensuring that Beth was very much made aware of herself as the centre of interest, an object of fascination by two men who patently desired her, a situation she revelled in.

  Charles was still fondling her nipples, which were by now fully erect. Beth's nipples don't get bigger when you play with them, but they do go a darker shade of pink and they get very hard. She's very sensitive there. Matthew told me once he had made her come simply by stimulating her nipples and talking to her, with no touching between her legs at all.

  Charles said that in his pocket he had two small but powerful steel nipple-clamps. He took them out and showed them to Matthew. Beth eyed them nervously. Matthew pulled Beth up against his chest, her back to him, and then played with the clamps, squeezing the little jaws open, then letting them snap shut.

  'How would you like to feel these, Beth?' he asked. 'They will hurt a lot.'

  Beth swallowed hard. 'I don't think that I would like them at all.' She knew better than to refuse them; that would have been asking for trouble.

  'Sometimes it's good for little girls to experience things they don't like. That's how they demonstrate their obedience,' Matthew said.

  Beth said nothing.

  'You know I would never ask you to do anything you are not capable of, Beth.'

  Beth looked at him suspiciously, not trusting where this was leading.

  'It's my view that though these little clamps will hurt a lot, you are capable of bearing the pain. Just about.'

  Beth made a little whimpering noise.

  'Do you trust me to know what you can bear?' Matthew asked.

  Beth said nothing, then nodded.

  'Very well,' Matthew said, 'I want you to ask me to put these clamps on your nipples.'

  Beth was silent.

  'I am waiting for you to ask me,' Matthew said.

  In a small voice she asked him to put them on.

  'No,' said Matthew, 'I don't think I will. You shouldn't always get what you ask for.'

  It was hard to tell if Beth was disappointed or not.

  'Beth,' Matthew said, 'it's time to show Charles your sweet little cunt.'

  Beth blushed again. She told me she found the c-word too blunt, too crude. She couldn't bear to say it herself, though sometimes Matthew forced her to, just to enjoy her shame.

  'Pull your knickers to one side,' Matthew said, 'and show him.'

  Shyly, not looking at either of them, Beth did as she w
as told. Charles stared at her cunt, shaved around the lips but at that time with a little tuft of blonde hair just above.

  'You've seen this before?' Matthew asked Charles.

  'But never in the flesh,' Charles said.

  'I'll let you touch it later, but not just yet,' Matthew said. He was enjoying being able to control events down to the last detail. 'Stand up, Beth,' Matthew said.

  Beth got to her feet.

  'Take your knickers off.'

  She stood completely naked now, facing the two men.

  'Would it ever have occurred to you, Beth, had you thought about it in your past life, that you would be standing naked in a hotel room in front of two men of a certain age, neither of whom is your boyfriend?'

  Beth gave a slow smile. 'No, my owner, it would not. Life is full of surprises.'

  'And doubtless many more to come,' Matthew said. 'Now walk around the room. I want Charles to be able to enjoy your grace of movement.'

  Beth did indeed have an elegant and graceful body, never better seen than when she was in movement. She walked with an easy, sinuous gait, like some animal in the wild. Charles watched spellbound as she completed several circles of the room.

  'Go and sit on Charles's lap for a moment,' Matthew said. 'You can give him a little kiss but he's not to put his hand between your legs. Not yet.'

  Beth sat down and put her arms around Charles's neck.

  'Now, Beth,' Matthew said, 'we have some unfinished business, do we not?'

  Evidently Beth was due a punishment for a recent infringement of the rules. Matthew had been saving it for Charles's arrival. She hung her head, awaiting her fate.

  'We've been having some problems about bedtimes,' Matthew said to Charles. 'Beth stays up too late, then she is tired the next day. I have given her firm instructions about when she must sleep. But she has not obeyed me. Have you, Beth?'

  Beth stayed staring at the floor. She knew she was in the wrong. But worse than that; she was ashamed to be scolded in front of Charles.

  'I have told her several times she will be punished. Have I not, Beth?'

  'Yes, my owner,' Beth said.

  'Very well,' said Matthew. 'Charles shall see how I deal with a disobedient girl. Beth, kneel on the bed with your bottom outwards.'

  Beth got off Charles's lap and got on the bed.

  'We shall start with a hand-spanking,' said Matthew. 'Beth knows that my hand is much harder than her bottom, do you not, Beth?'

  'Yes, my owner,' she said.

  Matthew raised his arm and brought it down sharply across Beth's bottom. Beth gasped. Charles watched intently. He'd seen her punished via the webcam, but this was altogether more exciting. He could see the outline of Matthew's hand imprinted on Beth's white bottom.

  Matthew raised his arm and smacked Beth again. They were hard blows, so much so that each time Beth was pushed forward by the force of the blow and had to reassume her position. The spanking continued. Beth's bottom grew pink. She was breathing hard. Matthew stopped for a moment.

  'Am I getting through to you, Beth?'

  'Yes, my owner,' she said.

  'And you will go to bed on time?'

  'Yes, my owner.'

  'I don't believe you,' said Matthew. 'I don't think I've really made my point yet.'

  He unbuckled his belt and took it off. Beth glanced back over her shoulder. She looked nervous. She knew from experience that Matthew could do cruel things with his belt.

  'Let's see if we can make a proper impression,' Matthew said.

  He wound the belt round his hand, measured the distance, and lashed it across Beth's behind. She yelped and hopped from one knee to the other.

  'Keep still,' said Matthew sternly. He hit her with the belt again. Beth wailed. Matthew brought the belt down sharply across her buttocks, now growing a darker shade of pink. Beth made a lot of noise as the belt continued its work. Then Matthew paused again.

  'Charles,' he said, 'perhaps you'd like to lend a hand?'

  Matthew passed his belt to Charles, who wound it round his palm and positioned himself behind the kneeling Beth. She looked round at him with apprehension.

  'Make sure you do it hard enough,' Matthew said. 'Don't be squeamish. This is meant to impress on her that an order is an order. She doesn't have options about obeying.'

  Charles raised his arm. Despite Matthew's exhortation to do it hard, he wasn't quite sure how much force to put into it; he didn't want to overdo it. He brought the belt down across Beth's bottom. She gave a little whimper.

  'Harder,' said Matthew. 'Make it really sting.'

  Charles brought his arm down faster. Beth squealed.

  'That's better,' said Matthew. 'You see how she is now getting raised welts on her bottom? That means it's really having an effect. A punishment spanking should leave bruises that last for a week, in my view.'

  Charles was allowed to hit Beth a dozen times or so before Matthew took the belt back from him. The poor girl was snivelling by now, her gasps of pain punctured by the occasional sob. But Matthew was unmoved.

  'I'm going to fold the belt in two now,' he said to Charles. 'That hurts even more. I'm going to really ram home the lesson.'

  Beth let out a moan. She knew what was coming. She knew what pain was in store. Holding both ends of the belt in his hand, making a double thickness, Matthew thrashed it against Beth's behind. She let out a yell. Charles hoped the walls of his hotel room were thick enough to deaden the noise. Matthew continued the spanking; Beth's behind was now a patchwork of pink, red and purple, with livid marks across the centre. At last Matthew laid the belt down. He caught Beth in his arms and held her tight while she sobbed. He stroked her hair, rubbed her back, kissed her cheeks and her mouth. Gradually she quietened down.

  'She's a good girl, really, just wilful and stubborn sometimes,' he said to Charles. 'She needs guidance and she needs the framework of strict discipline. Don't you, my pet.'

  Beth nodded.

  'Now that she's docile I'd like you to explore her body a little,' Matthew said to Charles. 'Come and sit on the bed beside me.'

  Beth was draped across Matthew's lap, face down. Charles stared down at her lacerated behind. He winced slightly. The poor girl had taken a fearsome beating. He assumed that Matthew knew what he was doing, knew what her limits were and what it was that she needed to make her a better girl.

  'Put your hand on her bottom,' Matthew said.

  Charles stroked her buttock. It felt hot to the touch, still aflame from the beating she had received. He could feel the raised welts across the centre. He stroked down the back of her thighs, then up over her back.

  'Turn over,' Matthew said to her. 'Charles wants to examine you from the front.'

  Beth turned and looked at Charles as he took in her naked body, from head to toe.

  'You can touch her tits,' Matthew said.

  Charles stroked her left breast, squeezing it, pinching the nipple a little.

  'She's got lovely tits,' he said. 'So firm and such a good shape.'

  It was true. I've always admired Beth's breasts: small but perfectly formed, as the saying goes.

  'She's got a nice flat belly,' said Matthew.

  Charles interpreted this as an invitation to stroke that too.

  'Open your legs so that Charles can see,' Matthew said.

  Slowly Beth moved her thighs apart.

  'Now I want you to invite Charles to examine you there. Ask him very politely to inspect your pretty little cunt.'

  Beth blushed. I've said she didn't care for the c-word. But she knew better than to hesitate.

  'Please, Charles, would you care to examine my pretty little cunt?' she said.

  'I'd be delighted to,' Charles said. Charles put his hands between her legs and pulled apart the outer lips of her cunt. Charles and Matthew both leaned over her, peering intently at her exposed sex. Matthew knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to maximise Beth's embarrassment, as a way of demonstrating to her that her shame had no import
ance to him, that she was his property to exhibit as he pleased.