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Training Rebecca Part II (Friday)
Rebecca woke to the shrill sound of her alarm clock. It hadn't been one of her more restful nights. She sat on the edge of the bed to clear her head, and thought about the events of the previous day. Pulling up her nightgown, she looked at the hair that would soon be gone. Her lips were still puffy, she noticed grimly. She parted them and saw her clit poking out of the hood. Pushing temptation aside with a grimace, she took off the nightgown and donned a nice matching bra and panties set to exercise in. It would never do to have Maria wonder why there were none in the dirty clothes from last night. Then she pulled her hair back in a ponytail, went downstairs, exercised for a half hour, and visited with the boys as they ate breakfast. They were growing all too fast, she thought. Maria mentioned that the telephone had gone out the previous day. The repairmen had shown up later and put things right. Then up to shower and dress, putting on a garter belt and stockings for the first time in ages. Panties she knew she could remove easily.
She drove to work feeling on edge. She nodded perfunctorily to the girl at the front desk, ignored one of her staff members on the elevator, and breezed past a “Good Morning, Mrs. Dunbar” to seek the solace of her office. Her e-mails were more pointed than usual. Her nine o'clock seemed to irk her and she dismissed Jim Thomas to redo the work to her satisfaction.
At ten o'clock Kyle pulled into the Royal Manufacturing parking lot. He called Rebecca's office as he walked into the elevator. When Mrs. Davis answered, Kyle informed her that he was negotiating a very important contract with Mrs. Dunbar, and would need a half hour of her time. Mrs. Dunbar didn't have any appointments for the next hour, she informed him, and she would put him through to her. There was no need, he said, turning the corner and waving at a surprised Mrs. Davis as he entered the office.
Rebecca Dunbar looked up expecting to see her secretary.
“Good Morning, Rebecca,” he began, sitting himself in front of her desk and crossing his legs.
“Good Morning, Sir,” she said rising from her desk. “If you will excuse me for a moment.”
“Sit down,” he said firmly. They looked at each other for a few moments. “Did you bring yourself off last night?”
“No, Sir. There was no need.”
“You wore pantyhose today?”
“No, Sir. I threw them out as you ordered,” she said lying, but figuring she would have to do it soon.
“And today—are you wet?”
“I, I'm not sure. Maybe.”
“Show me, like last night.”
Rebecca shifted nervously in her chair. “I wasn't expecting you, Sir. If you will let me visit the washroom for a minute you can check.”
“You mean that you are not dressed appropriately for me? Raise your skirt to your waist.”
She stood and grasped the hem of her skirt. She raised it to show stockings and garters but also pink bikinis then sat again as he pointed a finger down.
“ I had no way of knowing that you would show up here. I have never gone out without panties on and thought your orders were that I was not to wear them when you wanted to meet me, Sir.”
“So you have decided how we are to meet?”
“It is what I assumed, Sir.”
Kyle rose from his seat. With a long stride, he reached out and caught her hair in his hand. He lifted her out of her chair and brought her face almost against his own. “You do not set the rules here. You will find yourself in serious trouble with me if you presume anything. Remove them, now.”
She struggled to lift her skirt and lower the offending garment as he held her firmly by hair that had been pulled out of her carefully contrived bun. She shook them down her legs and kicked them off. He bent down and picked them up, looked at the wetness as she looked on wide-eyed, and put them in his pocket.
“And what happens to disobedient girls?”
“I was not disobedient, Sir. You didn't make your requirements clear.”
He smiled, but the smile wasn't pleasant. He dragged her by her hair across the room, through the kitchenette, and into the boardroom behind her office, squalling and oowing all the way as she tripped on her high heels. There he pushed her against the large table dominating the room where she stood, transfixed, more than a bit disheveled, and still breathing heavily from the exertion of the last few moments.
“Bend over the table and hold up your skirt. If you let it drop, I'll double the number.”
“You can't really mean that you are going to hit me?” she asked incredulously.
“Everything is your option. I can walk out that door and the agreement between us is broken forever. Or you can request a spanking as punishment for disregarding my desires and take it like the strong woman I think you are. As I have said before, it is your choice. But I am getting very tired of your indecision. Perhaps we should just call this quits,” he said walking toward a side door.
“No, no, please don't go. I...I'll accept it.”
“That isn't what I said.”
The dark haired beauty took a deep breath and said, “Please spank me, Sir.” She turned, bent over the table, and pulled up the hem of the skirt.
“Spread your legs.” She moved her feet out. “Farther.” She could feel the lips slick apart as she complied. They seemed heavy as they hung there in front of him. God this is so humiliating, she thought. For his part, he studied the rounded cheeks in front of him appreciatively, framed as they were by the garter belt and stockings.
“Sir, could you lock the door, please?” she asked.
“Afraid of visitors? It would be interesting to see the reaction on a subordinates face if your yelling is heard and he decides to check out the room. You will be punished and punished well. I will not ease off because you might be embarrassed. This will be a moment to remember.”
“Could I have something to muffle the sound if I cry out, Sir?”
Kyle took the panties out of his pocket. “Open,” he said as she still held up the skirt. He made sure the cotton strip was in contact with her tongue, rubbed it up and down and then stuffed them in so her mouth wouldn't quite close. He removed his coat and laid it on the table next to her face. He stood for a full minute staring appreciatively, during which she closed her eyes in dreaded anticipation.
SMACK. She felt it on her left cheek and flinched just after the sound reached her ears. SMACK, SMACK, the second and third also landed on the same spot, leaving overlaying handprints. As he warmed to the task, he increased the force of his strikes always landing them on the same cheek. Soon it turned a warm pink and she was shrieking into the panties with every blow. She ground her teeth into the panties, cursing him a thousand times in her mind but telling herself that she could take it, that she had to take it. Then the tears started to flow and as the color turned from pink to red, she shouted out to him “pluuth gans widss.”
“What?” he said stopping and pulling out the gag.
“Please change sides, Sir. The left side is killing me.”
“As you wish,” was his reply as he stuffed the gag back in and looked at a swollen hand. He changed sides and resumed his task with the other hand. The change left her quiet save slight moans for a half minute but soon she was wiggling and squawking with the blows. The tears started again and at about the 40 th stroke she collapsed onto the table, still clutching her skirt hem, shaking and sobbing so close to an orgasm. He stopped and rubbed up and down the cheeks, now bright red and hot to the touch. He pulled a plastic bag out of his coat pocket and took out a piece of rubber all lubed up. He pulled aside one red cheek and inserted it into her, then pulled it out and pushed it back in several times. It was easy in her relaxed state.
“Did you already shit today?” he asked crassly removing the cloth from her mouth. He looked at it, and put it in his pocket. She didn't answer him immediately. Then, eyes still closed, and make-up running she responded, “Yes, This morning, Sir.”
“This butt plug is not to be removed, under any circumstances until I take it out. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” she sniffled, her shaking finally coming under control.
“Hold you skirt up and come over here,” he ordered moving to a chair and sitting down. She righted herself and looked down at her bush revealed for him to see below her skirt. She walked over to the chair where he was seated watching her. He looked at her face still beautiful in spite of the tracks of mascara. Her hair, completely down now was shoulder length and disheveled. He pointed to the floor and she knelt in front of him. He stood, undid his pants, took them off with his boxers, folded them, put them on the table and sat back down.
“Your blow job last night was adequate for a beginner, but you have a lot to learn in that department. We'll start with a few rudimentary things today. Continue holding up your skirt. A red ass still burning will remind you of your mistake and help you do a better job here. Besides that, it is important that you learn to give a blowjob without using your hands. Start by licking up my cock. That's it, the sides as well as the underside. Get it nice and wet. OK. Now take it in your mouth. You need to work on the head first. Circle it with your tongue.”
She obliged as best she could while balancing on her feet and knees.
“Now form a tight O with your mouth and take it all the way back into your mouth.”
She leaned forward and took it into the back of her mouth and gagged when it hit the front of her throat.
“Now back out and circle the head with your tongue again.”
She gagged as it went in the second time, pulled back and swirled her tongue around his cock head.
“Deeper,” he said.
After gagging the third time she pulled back and said, “Sir, I can't take it into my throat. I don't want to throw up all over you.”
He grabbed her and pulled her across his lap as she pleaded, “Please, Sir, no. Not there. I can't take any more there.”
”You SMACK will SMACK have to learn SMACK to do SMACK as I SMACK command SMACK without question SMACK.” He proceeded to hit first one cheek and then the other, making sure to jar the butt plug as he did so. “When I SMACK ask you to suck me SMACK I do not SMACK expect talking SMACK.”
She could feel his engorged cock digging into her stomach as she kicked and squirmed. It wasn't so much the number of strokes that he landed, but rather the fact that she was very sore from the previous ones that made it hurt like hell. He dumped the teary-eyed beauty on the floor in front of him. “You will learn to control the gag reflex and take it all the way down your throat. We will have to work on that later.”
Sniveling, she nodded, pulled her skirt up again and leaned forward to take him into her mouth. He pointed to his leg, which was covered with her juice and said “Clean off your mess.” She had to get a hold of herself, she decided. She looked at his eyes and seeing no sign that he might relent started to lick the juice off his thigh, tasting herself for the second time in her life.
When she had finished Rebecca took him into her mouth. She swirled around the crown as he had taught, then tightened her mouth and pushed in to engulf his cock. She took him as far as she dared, then sucked hard as she pulled out. Then around the cock head again and back down. She was not going to chance another session across his knees. Over and over again she worked, concentrating on bringing him off as quickly as possible. She noticed that some drool was making its way down her leg, but she pushed the information to the back of her mind and focused on him. Before long she could feel his legs tense and knew it wouldn't be long. She could taste the precum on her tongue and he got harder in her mouth. Then his hand was in her hair and he was shooting into her mouth. She swallowed cum for a second time in her life as she continued to move her mouth up and down, sucking hard and milking him to the last drop.
Rebecca Dunbar sat back on her haunches and watched. He sat for a minute relishing the feelings her mouth had reluctantly provided. Then he stood and replaced pants and coat and told her she could let go of the skirt and get up. She stood, replacing the high heels that had dropped off while across his lap with her legs flailing. She pulled her hair back and fastened it again, then followed him, feeling the butt plug as she walked out through the kitchenette back into her office.
“Give these to your secretary,” Kyle said handing her the soaked panties.
She looked at them in surprise. “What am I supposed to say?”
“It's entirely up to you,” he said.
She straightened her skirt, tucked her blouse back into it and smoothed her jacket. Then holding her head high she took the panties, walked out to her secretary's desk. “Mrs. Davis, these fell into the sink by mistake. See if you can dry them and I'll pick them up later.” Then she turned before Mrs. Davis could see how red she was and shut the door behind her.
Kyle had a little smile on his face. “I'll pick you up here at 6:30 this evening. You can call Maria and tell her that you will be home tonight later.”
“How do you know her name?” she said.
“It was on your tax paperwork. She's your employee, remember?”
“Oh, yes. 6:30. You do remember that I have an appointment at 3:30?”
“It will prepare you for our meeting later.”
Later, she said to herself. What more could he do to me than what he has done already except screw me, and that I can take. She could still feel the heat on her ass especially when she moved and the cloth of her skirt rubbed against her skin. Then there was the tingling sensation that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in her loins. She had another appointment soon, although she couldn't for the life of her remember who it was.
As if on cue, he said, “I'll leave you to your work. I'll be at the door downstairs at 6:30,” and walked out the door to a still surprised Mrs. Davis who quickly tucked the sodden panties she was looking at in a drawer.
Rebecca stood for a minute to recover. Then she went into the executive bathroom attached to her office, stripped and took a quick shower, taking care not to disturb the butt plug so recently inserted. She felt better when she had finished and redressed. She phoned Maria and let her know about the change in plans for the evening. Rebecca knew she looked presentable for her 11:00 appointment but she noticed things were still quite warm on her backside when she sat down.
The time dragged but Rebecca made it through her work schedule and left at 3:15 for her beauty shop appointment. The girl at the desk ushered her into a booth and introduced her to Betty who would be taking care of her. Betty took her suit coat and told her to remove her clothes. She waited for Betty to leave so she could undress, but the girl just stood and looked at her. Rebecca then removed her shoes and skirt, purposely not looking at the beautician's expression when it became obvious that she hadn't worn underwear. The blouse and bra soon followed. She unhooked her hose, took them off without turning her back, and finally the garter belt was laid on the side table along with the other items of clothing.
Rebecca sat on the edge of the table and swiveled onto her back. She lay down and Betty spread her legs. Looking at the mass of hair in front of her, Betty grasped labia on either side and opened, both women noting the skwooshing sound it made and the odor of her sex. She then peered at the task in front of her. Rebecca wished she had taken a shower just before the appointment and fought the urge to close her legs and run from the table. Scissors were produced and the entire area was trimmed short. The beautician went to a table and brought back a cleansing liquid. She proceeded to wash Rebecca's cunt, smiling to herself as the woman on the table squirmed when the cloth was dragged over her clit. Then she dried it with a towel and powder was applied. Next wax was spread into place causing a bit of a stir before it was yanked off to her victim's muffled squeal. Rebecca steeled herself to the indignity of being twisted into a variety of lewd positions and didn't let out another sound until a drop of wax was dropped on her clit and she convulsed and swore. Betty apologized for the mistake and smiled watching Rebecca as she scraped it off with a fingernail. Then she continued as though nothing had happened.
When the front was finished, Betty told Rebecca to raise her legs so she could get the rest of the hairs underneath. “Couldn't we just let that go,” she responded, “I am completely nude in the front.”
“You are except for a little strip at the top. My orders were most specific,” said Betty. “You are to be devoid of hair from your navel to the back of your ass, except for the landing strip I mentioned. I will lose my job if even a single hair remains.”
Rebecca had feared this ever since she had entered the shop. She groaned in embarrassment and raised her legs holding the back of her knees up and wide apart.
“Your butt plug will have to come out,” said Betty looking at the pink ass with splotches of red still visible.
“No, I'm sorry, it will have to stay where it is,” retorted Rebecca. “Can't you work around it?”
“It will make the job much harder. I'll remove it—just for a couple of minutes. No one will ever know.”
“No, I'm sorry. It'll have to be left in place,” said Rebecca remembering the events of the afternoon.
“I don't know,” said Betty working the plug in and out. “Tina, come in here and help me for a few minutes,” she said opening the door, then hoisting the leg over her shoulder as Tina appeared and closed the door behind her.
“Her ass is so r...” said Tina before she could stop herself. “What do you want me to do?”
I have to finish waxing,” said Betty. “But she wants me to leave the butt plug where it is. Can you pull it partway out and hold it over to the side so I can get at the furze there?”
Tina pushed the other leg out of the way and heard the unmistakable sound of her vagina sucking apart, then worked the butt plug in and out several times while pushing and pulling it from side to side to see whether it gave Betty room to wax. Rebecca ground her teeth and clenched her fists at the indignity, but held her tongue. Yet again, she cursed Kyle for orchestrating another predicament to make her life hell. Finally Tina pulled it part way out, pushed hard right and said, “This angle should do just fine for the left side.”
Tina and Betty finished that side and changed places to get at the other side with Tina again moving the plug about to find the best angle to work at. Betty didn't help things any when a drop of wax dripped on her anus. “Iiieeeeooo,” was the response as Rebecca raised herself as much as she could, looked down between her legs and cursed. But the girls held her legs firmly and the only thing she could do was lay back down and buck as the hardened wax was scraped off with another fingernail.
When they finished, the beauticians wiped the longsuffering ass with lotion while looking for any stray hairs that had been missed. They pulled out a couple with tweezers and then the butt plug was pushed back into place. They examined the front for any stray hairs and used the lotion again when satisfied that none remained. “There you are Ma'am, finished,” said the smiling Betty. Rebecca waited for them to leave so she could dress, but they stood and waited for her. She pulled on most of her clothing and picked up the garter belt and stockings to carry with her.
“What do I owe you?” she asked.
They both laughed. “It has been paid for. But you could tip us,” said Betty raising her skirt to reveal a hairless pussy with a heart tattooed just above it to the left.
Rebecca rushed past them and out of the shop with their laughter ringing in her ears. She drove like a maniac through rush hour traffic. When she returned to the office, she went to her bathroom and replaced the garter belt and stockings and sat at her desk for a few minutes to regroup before trying to finish off the day. She certainly was stinging down there, and couldn't imagine why anyone would purposely go through the ordeal of having herself waxed.
The time passed slowly and at 6:15 she packed up and left for the day. She was waiting at the door when Kyle pulled up in his Jag, and lifted the back of her skirt before sitting down. They drove for 10 minutes in silence before pulling up in front of a Chinese Restaurant. They ordered and she sat gingerly on her bare butt. The meal came and they began eating.
“Why do you have to embarrass me so?” asked Rebecca finally. “I was humiliated at the restaurant and on the way home last night. This morning was no picnic. Then you forced me to, to, you know this afternoon.”
“Because I can, and because it is a way to get into your mind. I don't suppose anyone ever made you do anything you didn't want to do.”
“No, my men have always respected me too much to do that.”
“I respect you too much to let you go through life unfulfilled sexually. Besides I like to take charge in a relationship,” he smiled. “Did you bring yourself off after the morning spanking?”
“No, of course not. I couldn't even think about that after the way you beat me.”
He laughed. “You're probably soaking your chair right now. Shall we check?”
Rebecca shook her head. There was no need. She knew he was right. She hadn't been this turned on since--she tried to remember since when, but couldn't. John would play with her and she would usually get horny. They would have sex and that was that. She might even have to bring herself off if this went on any longer, she thought. Then realized ruefully that it would be a victory for Kyle if she did. She seemed to be in a position where she couldn't win. He, on the other hand, had had two blowjobs and she knew he wasn't suffering any.
When they had finished, he drove her to his house off in a suburban ancillary to the city. It was fairly new in a quiet, but upscale neighborhood that spoke of older money. It was well appointed with large trees that partially blocked the view and a brick exterior. They walked to the front door and Kyle let them in to a large foyer, which opened into the living room.
“Go to the center of the room and kneel,” he said quietly.
She gave him a quick look and then did as requested.
“You entered this house fully clothed. That will never happen again without my express command. When you get to the front door, you will remove all your clothes except the stockings and garter belt, fold them and place them on the chair by the door. Then, and only then, will you ring the doorbell. Is that clear?”
“Yes, I think so, Sir.”
“I don't want you to think, just do. When you are let in, you will kneel where you are now.
“Yes, Sir.”
“But that isn't what you did tonight, is it?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then do it, now.”
Rebecca scrambled to her feet and retraced her steps to the front door. She opened it and stepped outside looking at the houses around his as she heard it close behind her. Anyone walking down the sidewalk would see her, and there were clear views from several windows in the neighboring houses. Why didn't he undress her like the other men she had had? She just hated the thought of undressing herself for him. Taking a deep breath, she removed her clothing a piece at a time, folded it and placed it on the chair. Finally she was down to skirt and bra. The bra won the toss and was removed first, followed quickly by the skirt. Then she rang the doorbell. And waited. And waited. She rang it again while looking around. It finally opened with Kyle looking grim.
“I don't remember asking you to ring the doorbell twice,” he said blocking the way as she tried to enter. “Try it again.”
“What?” she couldn't believe him. “Sir?” She added as an afterthought.
“Try it again. Undress, fold your clothes, place them on the chair, and ring the doorbell.”
This was all too much. She just wanted to scream. He didn't seem to care about her embarrassment. He didn't seem to care if the neighbors saw her naked. For all she knew the police might have been called by outraged neighbors. He was such an ass hole she couldn't believe it. She redressed as quickly as possible as the door shut again. Then she undressed as before and rang the doorbell once.
The door opened and Kyle smilingly said, “Mrs. Dunbar, how nice to see you this evening. You do look stunning. Won't you please come in?”
Rebecca brushed past him and went to the designated spot in the middle of the living room floor. There she knelt. He looked at the well-formed figure in front of him with the garter and stockings setting off a near perfect body.
Kyle walked over to her. “The proper posture must be learned. Interlace your fingers and put them behind your neck. Elbows straight out at the side.”
When it was done, he continued, “Knees shoulder width apart with toes touching in back.” That was a bit awkward, she thought as she shifted and felt herself open up.
“Now you should be up straight with tits out and stomach in. Head up, eyes down. If I leave the room, you may relax onto your heels, but will come back to attention as soon as I reenter. Is all this clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“This is Position #1 and like all positions you learn will always be entered gracefully and completely nude except for hose, garter, and shoes. Remember, obeying me is your choice. Not obeying me is also your choice. Either one will have consequences.”
He walked around her slowly. She thought she had never felt so naked in her life, like being put on display in a zoo. He walked behind her and she could hear a cabinet door being opened. She wanted to look but didn't dare. A heavy wooden ruler came into sight and he placed it under her left breast lifting it as if to test its weight. Then he lifted the right one and bounced it several times. She saw what this had done to her nipples as they bobbed up and down, but didn't need to see them to know how hard they were. She felt the strain in her legs from the position she was in and her arms were starting to feel heavy. Around back again and she felt the edge of the ruler as it lightly traced a line up her left thigh, through her buttocks and up her spine. She shivered at his touch.
SMACK. SMACK. The ruler hit her across each of her breasts right at the nipple. “I said chest out and stomach in.”
She flinched at the pain but immediately thrust her breasts out and straightened again hoping that he was done hitting her there. “You did well not to move when I was correcting you.”
Other men she could understand and control. She had absolutely no idea what he was capable of doing. He trailed his fingers up the nape of her neck. It was his first physical touch except for pinching her nipples last night. Now up her neck in the front and across her face. He followed the contours of her face with a finger and she opened her mouth when he got there. He worked it slowly in and out and she swirled her tongue around it. Her legs were starting to shake now.
“Position #2. Turn so your ass if facing me, put your face on the carpet. Spread your knees as wide as they will go and pull your ass cheeks apart with your hands.”
She swung around and moved into the position required, feeling the blood rush into her arms. She felt her face grind into the rug as she reached back and grasped her cheeks. “Keep your ass as high as it will go.” Kyle examined the wax job from the lower perspective then worked the butt plug in and out as few times. It was loose, so he pulled it out. It gave a beep and he replaced it with another a bit bigger which also beeped as it was pushed home. She could feel her sphincter pop open as he pulled it out a few times and was surprised that as full as she felt, it didn't hurt.
“Have you ever had anal sex?” he inquired.
“I...I tried it once in college but it was too painful so we had to stop.”
“Not with your husband?”
“No, he wanted to but I always refused,” she admitted.
“You have always been in control—of yourself and of your partner. It is safer that way, I know, but it also inhibits your sexuality.”
Kyle went over and sat on the couch. “Come over here,” he said.
Rebecca started to get up.
“Position #1,” he snapped. She knelt as he had taught her with her hands behind her head and touched her toes together behind her being careful not to ruin her nylons.
“Did I ask you to stand?” he said gruffly.
“No, Sir. But you asked me to come over to you.”
“So do it.”
She moved forward to balance on all fours and crawled over to him.
“Stand.” It was like ordering a dog, she thought. “Spread your legs—feet shoulder width apart. Hands will go behind your back and rest on the curve of the buttocks. Elbows should be almost touching behind you to thrust your breasts out. No stray hairs that I can see. Did you give Betty and Tina a tip?”
“No, Sir,” she said blushing as she remembered their laughter. “They said payment had already been provided.”
He rubbed cream into her sensitive pussy and it took the sting away.
“Pull your cunt open as far as you can—and for God sakes stick out your tits for me.”
Rebecca's lips were puffy and red as she opened herself up. Her clit was bigger than she could remember. This was worse, much worse, than the trip to the gynecologist's office.
Kyle slid two fingers into her cunt and hooking them around, pulled her to him until her shins bumped against the couch. “Let go and fuck my fingers,” he said crudely.
Rebecca dipped tentatively and groaned as his fingers slid in easily. He pushed against the bumpy G-spot as she straightened up again.
“Deeper this time.”
She dipped down until she felt his knuckles against her cunt before pulling up as he kept pressure on the front wall.
“Get into a rhythm,” he said.
She began moving against him, fucking his fingers. He smiled as he watched her breasts sway with the motion. She watched his face and wondered if she was supposed to cum. She guessed the answer was no since he hadn't said anything about it one way or another.
Kyle reached under with his free hand and as she pushed herself onto his fingers he grasped the butt plug, pulling it out as she rose again. She felt her control slipping with both holes being filled at once. It was so wrong but she couldn't deny the feeling.
“Faster,” he ordered. “I want to feel you hit hard when you ‘bottom out',” smiling at the double entendre.
Rebecca increased the speed of her motion. She was breathing heavily from the exertion. Kyle could feel the plug through the thin wall separating it from his fingers. Now her cunt was tightening every few strokes. A red blush was visible on her chest and neck. She could feel her legs starting to shake and knew she couldn't take much more.
“Please, Sir.”
“Please, what?” he answered.
“Please may I cum, Sir?”
“Fuck my fingers like you want to cum.”
She could feel the control slipping. She was so close. She put every ounce of remaining strength into jerking down hard and fast onto his fingers and was rewarded when he said “Cum for me.”
He pushed hard against her G-spot and she exploded, shrieking with her eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back. Her legs felt like jelly but she willed them to continue the motion hitting his knuckles and the base of the plug hard as her cunt contracted. She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. She slowed the motion and collapsed on his legs, trying to catch her breath. His fingers were still imbedded in her and he held them there for a minute before slipping them out.
“You have probably never cum like that with your husband,” he said quietly.
“God, no,” was all she could manage as she continued to shake. She couldn't ever remember cumming without clitoral stimulation. This was another first with a man who seemed to know her better than she knew herself. The strength of her orgasm scared her more than a little. She knew it was partly from being with someone new, but she had had two affairs when John was gone for long periods of time and they were never like this. There was something about him that oozed a kind of raw sexuality she couldn't understand.
“Position #2,” he said breaking the quiet.
Rebecca heard his voice from far away as through a tunnel. When it finally registered, she dragged herself off him and knelt and pulled her cheeks apart. Kyle pulled the butt plug out and lowered his pants.
“No,” she said too late as he was sliding into her. He stopped when he hit bottom and she marveled that there could be no pain.
His right arm circled her waist and he palmed her left breast before kneading it
“You can let go now,” he said and she released her grip on her cheeks. “Rub your clit for me.”
It was the first time she had felt the silky smoothness the waxing had left. There was no hair to get in the way as she made circles around her clit. When he could tell she was lost in the feeling he pulled out slowly, held it there, and then pushed back in. She was warm and tight but there were no spasms as he pushed past her sphincter. It wouldn't be long now, he knew, and he had no reason to make himself wait. He squeezed the breast in his hand, and then pinched it before going to the right one and repeating the process. His left hand stroked her red bespeckled ass cheek and then he scraped his fingernails over the still sensitive flesh making her shiver.
Rebecca, the one orgasm woman, was lost in the sensation—all thoughts of self-control abandoned. She felt him move and listened to his breathing. She knew she would wait for him. She felt him squeezing each nipple in turn and rubbed faster.
Kyle's other hand slid off her ass to cup the other breast. Now he had more leverage and pulled her back onto him by her tits as he lunged forward. The rhythm was fixed and he pushed into her over and over again.
“You will cum for me in 5 seconds,” he said
“5,” he said thrusting into her hard.
“4.” She rubbed faster still.
“3.” He could feel her start to spasm.
“2.” He squeezed her breasts hard as he pulled her back against him.
“1.” She felt his cock expand in her.
“CUM,” he shouted shooting into her backside and feeling her ass contract around him in turn. She dug the nails of her left hand into her palm while fingering circles around her clit furiously with the right.
“O God, O God,” she moaned over and over again. She was jarred forward every time he crashed into her from behind. The pain in her breasts became pleasure just before her orgasm hit but the pain returned as she came down the other side. When it was over, she felt his weight on her back and they fell over on their sides. Still quivering in orgasm, she started to cry.
When he could move, Kyle slid out of her and sat back on the couch. He watched her all curled up on her side in a ball. Her breathing was returning to normal and she had stopped crying. He leaned forward and replaced the butt plug, which emitted a beep. “You will have 30 minutes in the morning that you may be without the butt plug. It must remain in you the rest of the day.” He sat back down on the couch.
“Clean me off,” he said.
“Uh?” she responded turning to him and raising bleary eyes.
“Clean me off.”
“You can't mean...?”
“Do it now.”
The executive crawled over to him and pulled some hairs back. Then not believing this was really happening to her, she took his cock into her mouth. The taste was rancid, but not as bad as she thought it would be. After tonguing it for a minute she let it slip from her mouth and let her head drop on his lap. He ran his fingers through her hair for a few minutes and noted how soft the features were in her face when she was totally relaxed. This gesture of affection bothered her more than anything else he had done. It was easier to hate him when he was forcing her to obey his commands.
He helped her to her feet and said, “Sit for a minute,” pointing to the chair opposite him. “Have you read The Story of O?” She shook her head. “Your legs must never be closed. You will always wear a skirt or dress when you go out and must show that you are open and available sexually at all times by keeping your legs parted.” When she complied he continued, “Whenever I call, whether at work or at home you must give instructions that my calls at to be put through at once. I don't care what you are doing or who you are with.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“Let's go home,” he said pulling on pants and shirt. They went to the door and he watched as she dressed on the veranda. He dropped her next to her car in the company parking lot and she drove home to an exhausted sleep.
Thanks to all you who took the time to e-mail me with words of encouragement or ideas for future episodes. I try and answer all e-mails with a return address. Comments and suggestions on Rebecca's past or future training are always welcome. I may be reached at simplysizzlingwriter@yahoo.com (I know, I know, but finding a name there seems an impossibility nowadays <S>).