by Teased, Tied
“Good answer, Lola. Wait here.” He got up and walked to the door, her back turned away from it.
She shivered when she heard the lock on the door click with such finality. She didn’t know what was going to happen, she just knew it was going to happen. She didn’t care what. He sat down in the chair again, his hands returning to her hips. This time, it felt natural as if they were always there and belonged there.
“Starting tomorrow, you’ll sit in the front row, right in front of me. I want to see that lovely body as I teach.”
“Yes,” her words almost a moan.
“First, we have a matter of discipline, Lola. Your actions require me to punish you. I must have your obedience. Will you submit to that?”
She didn’t know what she was agreeing to, but she would do anything for him. Anything. “Yes.” It sounded so final, but she felt a sense of relief and excitement.
“Bend over my desk, Lola.” He moved the chair behind her. “But first hand me that ruler.” He left the eighteen-inch wooden ruler on the desk. It was an inch wide, an eighth of an inch thick. The wood was maple, hard and inflexible not like a regular ruler. It would leave a burning sensation on anything it struck, and if used severely would leave a telltale welt.
She picked up the ruler. It was heavier than she expected. She handed it to him, and she noticed that he gripped it at one end, as if it was a weapon. She wasn’t sure how he wanted her, but she was sure that she would soon feel his hands again, this time to pose her for his preference. She put her hands on the desk, slowly bending over, her short skirt rising quickly up her thighs. She knew she was exposing a lot of her flesh, but she knew that’s what he wanted.
“Put your cheek on the desk and look back at me”
She bowed even lower until the cold wood of the desk hit her cheek. Her ass rose up higher as she did it. She could only imagine how she looked from behind. Her legs were parted slightly.
“So lovely,” was all he could say. Her dress was almost up to her waist, her lovely ass revealed by the tight panties that pulled over every crease and muscle in her buttocks, including the sharp divide of her twin cheeks. Her white thighs were in sharp relief to the black stockings and panties, the skin so smooth and tender. He turned the ruler sideways and slipped it between the thin shaft of light between her thighs. He slapped both inner thighs. “Open.”
It really didn’t hurt, just surprising when she felt the ruler between her legs. It was so close to her pussy. There wasn’t much gap between her thighs, so he couldn’t get much power behind it. She moved her legs, shuffling them along the floor and then stopped.
“Open.”
The ruler slapped her thighs again, this time a slight sting, the gap increasing, Professor Vicente able to get more power in the stroke. She feared where this was going. The more she spread her legs, the more power he could use to slap her thighs. She did what she had to, her feet scrapping along the floor as her legs parted wider.
Her panties pulled tight around her pussy from behind, able to make out her lips, a golden hair peeking out from the black panties. Her thighs were beginning to take on a pretty pink color. He moved the ruler down a bit so he could strike new, untouched skin. “Open.” He snapped the ruler back and forth, delighted by the sharp slap of the unresisting wood on the soft flesh of her thighs. He was rewarded with her jerking to her toes and a rush of her breath.
She obeyed immediately, even though she knew that it would only increase the harshness of the blows and the pain.
“Open.”
Another sharp slap of the ruler on her thighs, Lola gasping and jerking from the sting, but her legs spread wider. There was about a foot of space between her knees and a sea of soft thigh flesh open and available. He felt her body tense as he first teased her, caressing her with her instrument of punishment. Instead of side to side, he changed the angle of the ruler, coming up excitedly from below and snapped the ruler up from between her legs, turning it so the broadest part of the wood would attack her pussy. He was delighted when she rose up on her toes once again, her voice rising up at least one octave as he struck her vulnerable pussy from below.
Lola thought she was going to jump out of her heels, expecting the blow to her thighs, never even considering that he was making her spread her legs so he could attack her pussy from behind. It was not so much the pain but the sudden shock to her system that a man would do such a thing to a woman. It was the most delicate and vulnerable part of her body, but he treated it as if it were just like the other supple flesh of her body. She didn’t cry out in protest, but her body shook as she gasped softly. She heard the familiar words from his lips as she settled back to her feet.
“Open.” He slapped her thighs again, the ruler striking harder, the lovely sound of soft flesh struck by hard wood making his cock dance in excitement. He enjoyed spanking and whipping young girls, and by the time he was finished with them, he would have them cumming from the punishment. They just needed the right conditioning to train their bodies to respond that way. Her legs spread wider, though he noticed the hesitation this time, Lola knowing what he was planning to do, yet she still opened up the plane of her sex wider, leaving her vulnerable.
“Did you cry out in surprise or pain, Lola?”
The ruler slapped her thighs, the burning increasing, but there was also a rising heat in her body, and it was not pain. “Surprise.”
“Then I don’t expect you to cry out again.” He teased the inside of her thighs with the edge of the ruler then pulled it away. Her saw her thigh muscles clenching tight in expectation, waiting her out until she couldn’t hold them tensed any longer. He saw her thighs and legs relax, and that was when he struck. He drew the ruler up between her widespread legs with intensity, the wood exploding with a sharp slapping sound, exciting her exposed flesh with the sharp sting.
Lola whimpered, arching up on her toes until she almost pulled from her heels. Her mound exploded, a mixture of desire and pain, her body quivering. It hurt, yet it also felt good, reluctantly looking for the next time and the sharp sensations that it would bring. She spread her legs wider to accommodate him next time.
“Open.” He slapped the ruler back and forth between her thighs twice; delighting at the way the white skin turned a rosy red where the hard wooden ruler had inflicted its power on her flesh.
Her thighs stung, but her pussy was soaking her panties in anticipation of the ruler finding her mound once again. She spread her legs wider, over two feet between her knees, her crotch start to ache, but it would soon pale in comparison to what the ruler would do to her pussy.
“Open.”
He slapped her thighs once again, Lola struggling to spread her legs wider for him, not sure how much longer she could accommodate him without tearing her crotch up the middle.
Her panties were drawn so tight that the soft mound was showing on each side along with the fine, blonde hairs. Her panties were wet, the stain revealing her arousal. “Do you always get so wet, Lola?”
He knew. How could he not. His face was only a couple of feet from her spread legs and pussy. “Yes.” He would know if she lied to him.
“Push your ass up higher, but keep your legs rigid and straight. You look so provocative in this position, Lola.”
She had no choice. She teased her ass out back at him to please him. She could feel his hot breath blowing on her naked skin so close to her pussy. His face couldn’t be more than a few inches from her pussy, her legs spread obscenely by the enforcement of the wooden ruler.
“Open.” The ruler hit her high up on her thighs, so close to her pussy, protected only by the fragile material of her panties. “Get on your toes, pose up for me.” He was rewarded with such a delightful sight, a young girl voluntarily opening herself up to a spanking on her pussy. She wasn’t bound or threatened, she was doing it willingly. He pushed her skirt all the way up her back so he could admire her tightly clenched buttocks and the delicious crack that separated the two cheeks. “You are so lovely, Lo
la. Long, lean legs stretched tall, muscles drawn taut. Legs spread wide as a girl should be.”
She gasped in surprise once again. This time she felt the soft kiss of his lips on her tender inner thigh. His lips were wet and demanding. She could hear him inhaling, drawing in her scent as her pussy flooded her panties with her unfulfilled desires. He kissed her again, this time his tongue drawing along the smooth skin of her inner thigh, stopping only when it got to the edge of her panties. The tongue moved away then suddenly she felt the wet tongue slap back and forth over her exposed mound, her panties drawn so tight by the spread of her legs that it no longer covered her full mound. She felt him withdraw. It left her empty; she wanted more.
“Keep in position, Lola.” She was the most erotic sight he had seen in a long time. Her skirt was pulled out of the way, so he could admire the way her tight-fitting panties silhouetted every nook and cranny in her body in the most lewd way. Her ass was thrust up submissively; her legs spread so wide, waiting for what she didn’t know.
“Does it excite you to perform like this for me, Lola?” He could barely hear her answer as she shamefully admitted it.
“Yes.”
“I am going to train you to be a woman, Lola. My friends and I enjoy putting young, inexperienced girls through their paces. To teach a girl to find her place in life to pleasure a man, any man that demands it from her. Do you know what I am going to do now, Lola?” He swished the ruler through the air.
“You’re going to spank me,” her voice trembling in sexual anticipation.
“Where am I going to spank you, Lola?”
“My pussy?” It sounded like she was replying with a question, but she already knew the answer and couldn’t wait for it to begin.
“Five hard ones between your legs. It will please me so much. You may cry out now, I will enjoy that. Each one will be harder. Hold the position so I may have complete access to that lovely mound.”
“SMACK!” Her body jerked up higher when he struck her from below, the ruler driving up to catch her on the lower edge of her puffy lips with a thick thud. Her feet went up higher in the air, her muscles dancing an erotic dance as she struggled with the mixed emotions that danced through her body. He waited until her body settled back down, her thighs bowing out wider to expose herself more to him.
It hurt as if a thousand bees stung her most private parts, but her pussy flooded her lips with her arousal, her body shaking in strange excitement. She knew she was exposing more of her pussy when she bowed her legs out, but she wanted to please him.
“SMACK!”
He watched, Lola crying out from the sensation it gave her. She began to squirm more rigorously, thought he suspected she might be trying to figure out how to masturbate on the desk.
“SMACK!”
Her pussy was heated from not only the ruler but also the excitement. She could feel her pussy lips swell up, stinging, but the pain barely fazed her. It was all about the excitement of submitting to such a powerful man.
“SMACK!”
He struck her again, his balls aching for release, but it would be one of the other girls tonight. Lola had not earned the honor yet.
Lola waited for the last one, biting her lip, knowing it would be harder than the others. She whimpered softly, but she thrust out her ass for him as she felt the ruler sliding along her slit, up and down her swollen, wet lips with the edge of the ruler. “Make me cum with the last one.” The words came out before she could stop them
“Of course, Lola.” It surprised him that she admitted it. He tore her panties from her, leaving her naked, her cheeks pulled apart to expose the tiny, brown muscles of her ass, all the way down to the pink, swollen lips of her pussy, slick with her oily juices. “But you will have to take the last one on your bare mound.” She spread her legs wider and arched her ass up higher. He swung the ruler back and brought it up between her legs with such ferocity that it stung and bit into the soft folds of her pussy with the vengeance of a thousand stinging bees. He only hoped everyone had left, for her scream tore through the room. Not only of pain, but also pleasure, his aim to perfection, sliding deep up between her legs to attack the swollen and vulnerable clit that she thought was safe from attack. He thrust a finger into her pussy, but it wasn’t needed, pumping vigorously as her pussy muscles clamped on the invader, flooding the floor under her as she spent.
It hit her clit, exploding in her head with such intensity. Her muscles began to spasm as her orgasm overtook her as never before. She felt a finger enter her, but she was already milking an unseen lover inside her by the time it did. She heard the finger shamefully ride the flood of juices that gushed from her body and ran in rivers down her thighs. She finally closed her legs, trapping his finger deliciously inside her as the last throes of her orgasm passed.
It took a few moments before her powerful pussy muscles would release his finger. He was going to enjoy letting her milk the cum from his balls when he fucked her. He ran his hand over her sweat-drenched ass cheeks, sending a shiver through her body when his finger touched her anus. She would be trained there, too. Nothing would be off limits on her body. She stood up, pulling her dress down, her panties now just a torn rag on the floor. Her face was flushed. He kissed her cheek and one hand went to the full, round naked breast that filled the lovely sweater. “You were a good girl, Lola, but I hope you are naughty more often. I’m going to enjoy punishing you.” He gave her ass a swat. “Now be on your way.”
She walked out of the room, but her stockings no longer swished, they were too wet. She was glad she didn’t see Joselin. She would know; you could smell sex on her.
CHAPTER 7
Everyone Must Pay-Collette
The first two weeks were the hardest, Collette trying to fit in, but it was a new culture, and this one different, the women more jealous of her since she had achieved what they thought was impossible.
The girls had come home the first weekend, Collette surprised, especially with Lola, and the way they were dressed. They had somehow learned that they had to appease the men around them with their looks. Collette hoped that it was their decision to change, not a man doing it to them. She was afraid of what else the men would be teaching them. Lola was too young. She had seen her shame at customs at being forced to bare her body, older men would use that against her. Neither girl stayed for the whole weekend, both of them thinking up excuses to leave, Collette knowing they wanted to go someplace where they could meet boys. She couldn’t blame them. Collette almost missed her Friday-night sessions with Jorge. It had been a long time without a man, any man, no matter how demanding.
Collette was doing well with the men. There was no doubt they enjoyed looking at her, Collette trading in her sweaters for slinky tops that draped across her naked breasts, a wide vee that left a lot of cleavage revealed, and today, the back was cut open from neck to waist, a single button holding it at the top and bottom. Her skirt was a full cut, but mini, long legs highlighted by black silk stockings making it look even shorter.
Santos was the president of the company, her boss, the man she needed to please. He was fifty, by what she had learned from the other women in the office. He had dark, wavy hair with just the first touches of a few silver hairs doing little to spoil it. His complexion was dark, full sexy lips and eyes that made her wet when he looked at her in that way. He worked out in the gym in the building with the rest of the executive staff, the other four, but Collette was excluded. It was a male-only gym. They all looked good and Collette did her job of keeping them interested, always a smile on her face when she noticed a bulge in one of their pants after looking at her. It made her feel so sexy and naughty that she did such things to men.
She had submitted her first monthly financial statement to Santos, glad that he was so pleased with her work. All of the executives were, sure they expected her work to be less than what a man could perform. This was the third week of her new job, and she looked forward to it more each day. She grabbed her purse and was about to leav
e when her phone rang. She should have not answered, but her professionalism got the best of her.
“Hello. Yes, Sir, I’ll be right in. No, I was still working.” She hung up the phone. It was Santos, wanting to see her. It was late, the office already deserted, even the executive suite where they were located. He sounded in a good mood.
Her heels clicked in the silent room as she walked over to the corner suite of the president. She was self-confidant and assured. She knocked on the door and then entered, not waiting for an answer.
“Yes, Santos. Is there something you need?”
Santos looked at her, his cock already hard the minute she entered the doorway. She not only was the best VP of Finance that ever served under him, but she was extremely attractive and sexy. She knew it and flaunted it. He was glad that Jorge had recommended her. “I just want to congratulation you on the financials. I must admit, some people didn’t think you would succeed, the first woman, an American woman, in our corporate offices. They were afraid that you wouldn’t be competent enough for this demanding position but also that you would not fit into our culture. I have to congratulate you. You are proving them wrong, though you did probably make a lot of our Venezuelan women jealous of you.” He let her stand there so he could admire that lovely body.
“I am glad that I could fulfill all your wishes, Santos. I will continue to do so as long as you desire my services.” She knew it sounded sexual, but that’s what it took to fit in. She had to stroke their egos.
He stood up, her eyes going to the front of his pants where his cock bulged out erotically. She looked into his eyes. “Why don’t you get into that chair, Collette?”
She heard the words, the exact words. He didn’t say sit in the chair. He said get into it. The chair was a large upholstered chair, almost out of place in the office. The seat was wide, the back low. It was made out of heavy wood. It would not tip and fall easily, the thought not lost on Collette. “How would you like me?” Her lips were dry as she said the words.
