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A demonstration in teenage obediance
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*** A DEMONSTRATION IN TEENAGE OBEDIENCE ***
by Stevie Gee
Copyright 1990 by Stevie Gee, All Rights Reserved
Uploaded to The Chateau BBS by the author.
May not be reprinted in part or whole
without the expressed written consent of the author.
*** WARNING *** WARNING *** WARNING ***
The following story depicts very explicit acts of cruel discipline and
sexual abuse inflicted upon mature (16-19) teenage girls. It is
entirely fictional, and is intended solely for the personal amusement
of adults over the age of 21 who have expressed an interest in such
material. It is in no way to be considered an endorsement by the author
of the actual commitment of such acts as those described. If you are
offended by material of this sort, then by all means DON'T READ IT!
*** WARNING *** WARNING *** WARNING ***
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Chapter 1
"Hounded Into Submission"
"Ok Melissa, pull up your slip and show Paul your pussy."
The command, given to pretty sixteen year old Melissa Andrews by her
father Dave, was not one a girl her age would normally expect to hear.
But then Dave was not exactly a normal father. For him the most
important trait in a female, especially a young daughter, was
obedience. Absolute. Unquestioning. Immediate. Failure to give it
earned punishment.
The punishments Melissa and her eighteen year old sister Sharon had
received while growing up had been bad enough. Neither could remember a
time when they weren't constantly being ordered to bend over and bare
for the cane, paddle, or strap. Then last summer he'd sent them away to
the notorious Hackmoore Girl's Disciplinary Academy for even harsher
training. It had been a three month nightmare of pain and sexual abuse,
all requested by, approved, and carefully photo-documented for their
father's benefit.
And now here he was trying to talk his best friend Paul Winslow into
sending HIS daughter Cindy off to the very same school, supposedly to
cure her "stubborn willfulness". And to better make his point he
intended to use poor Melissa as an example.
The three of them were in the living-room of Dave's house. The two
men were seated on the couch. Melissa was standing in front of them.
She'd been ordered to dress in her "discipline slip" for the occasion.
It was a plain white satin slip, slit down the back and tied closed
with ribbons. Additional ribbons formed the straps over the shoulders.
This allowed the garment to be removed easily over bound hands and
feet.
"Quickly now. Don't embarrass me in front of Paul." her father
commanded.
Blushing deeply, Melissa raised the hem of her slip a scant couple
of inches. The way her lithe young thighs were pressed together all
Paul could see was the very top of her cleft, but even that was enough
to make his cock throb suddenly to life. Like Dave he was into harsh
discipline and had a thing for pretty teenage girls. He'd often admired
Dave's two young daughters, but until now he'd never imagined his
friend would actually make them show off their sexual charms to him. He
hoped he wasn't dreaming.
Dave was not impressed by Melissa's efforts. "You can do better than
that," he snapped in disgust. "Show it right!"
Melissa gulped. Her father's tone of voice was unmistakable. Behave
or get punished. She immediately jerked the him up to her waist and
spread her legs wide. Her blush this time was a bright scarlet.
Dave was the first to break the long, admiring silence that
followed. He winked at Paul, a message to play along. "Well, what do
you think?"
Paul response was carefully casual. "Very pretty. I like the way the
pink inner lips peek out around the edges of her slit. Her clit also
stands out nicely. If I were you I'd make her keep it shaved off like
it is now.
Dave nodded thoughtfully. "Thanks for the suggestion. I will."
They continued to look for another couple of minutes before Dave
asked, "Ready for the flip side?" Paul managed to tear his eyes away
long enough to reply, "Sure!"
"Ok Melissa. Turn slowly, and keep your legs spread this time!
That's it. All the way around. Ok, stop. Now pull that slip up under
your arms and bend over. No, all the way down. Hands on the floor. Feet
a little wider. Wider damnit! That's better. Now arch your spine, stick
out your ass, and hold it. That's fine."
This time Paul's dick wanted to rip right up out of his pants. Never
had he seen a girl so fully exposed. Her pert little round buns yawed
wide open, the cleft between them reduced to a shallow grove. Her bare
sex gaped helplessly, its every inner secret fully revealed to his
lustful gaze. If she opened her mouth he was sure he could see
daylight. "Not bad, hunh," Dave asked with just a bit of fatherly
pride. "Imagine having Cindy trained to do this."
Paul cleared his throat, which for some reason had gone suddenly
dry. "Uh... yeah. Not bad at all." He leaned forward for a closer look.
"That sure is a tiny little cunthole. She must be real tight."
Dave grinned. "As a cat's ass. But that ain't nothing compared to
her butt. Virgin tight and tender as hell. After what happened to her
at that school she hates even having it touched."
Paul looked puzzled. "Oh? What was that?"
Dave's reply was a little embarrassed. "Well, actually it's kind of
my fault. The people at the school have this special treatment that's
supposed to tone up the ass muscles. You know, make 'em nice and firm
so they don't get stretched out of shape. It's a kind of chair with a
little metal prong about the size of your thumb sticking up from the
seat. They run a current through it to make the muscles clench. Kind'a
painful, especially if it goes on for very long. Anyway, when I filled
out the forms I checked the box for "maximum". I didn't know that meant
they'd spend a whole day on that prong, getting the shit shocked out of
them."
"Oh." It was all Paul could think of to say.
Paul was so busy admiring the view that he hardly noticed when Dave
got up and walked out of the room. When he returned he was leading a
very large Great Dane on a leash. It was Butch, the family pet. "Okay,"
he said with a flourish, "time to demonstrate sexual responsiveness."
He turned to his young daughter. "On your hands and knees kid, forehead
to the floor, and spread 'em wide."
Melissa took one look at the huge dog and panicked. She fell to her
knees. "Oh no Daddy! Please don't make me do it! Not the dog! Not in
front of Mr. Winslow! PLEASEEE!!!!"
Dave's face darkened. "You have just earned yourself one whipping
for disobedience, and one extra one for misbehaving in front of a
guest. Both will be QUITE severe. Now get it up here!"
With a sob of despair Melissa did as she was told. Head down and ass
up, her knees spread wide, her shaved sex gaped in open invitation.
Dave unhooked the dogs leash and said, "Go boy!"
The hound bounded over the girl in two steps. He apparently had done
this before because he went immediately to her plump cleft and started
lapping. Dave returned to the couch to watch the show.
"I think it's interesting to note that Melissa would rather die than
show sexual response to a dog," Dave commented casually. "Especially in
front of another man. She'll do everything in her power to resist the
sensations. She will of course be unable to, thanks to all those
special female hormones and stimulants the school treated her with. She
has less control now over her orgasm than she has over breathing. But
she'll still try."
Dave was right. Poor little Melissa never had a chance. First her
fists clenched. Then her hips began to wriggle. She bit her lip to try
to stifle the moans. The dog was winning. Finally when she knew all was
lost she buried her face in her hands and let the spasms take her, her
hips thrusting helplessly against the probing tongue. It went on for a
long time.
"Damn it Melissa! Back into position!" Dave snapped. "I didn't say
you could get up."
Melissa's tear streaked face turned toward her father. "B... but..."
"That makes three whippings you've got coming," Dave hissed. "Now
get that little ass of yours back in position!"
The second one was even worse. Her sex was already wet, swollen, and
excruciatingly sensitive from her previous orgasm. She writhed and
moaned and sobbed in helpless frustration at the brutally intense
sensations streaming up from between her widely parted thighs. The
outcome was inevitable. She wailed helplessly as the second set of
spasms shook her.
Nor did it stop there. Melissa looked up at her father, her eyes
pleading. He just grinned. She was cumming for the forth time when her
mother walked in.
Ann Andrews shook her head and just smiled at the sight of her
daughter and the dog on the floor. She walked over to her husband and
kissed him hello. "Hi sweetheart," she said cheerfully. "Why hello
Paul."
"Uh... Hi Ann," he replied, his voice betraying his nervousness. He
was unsure of how the mother would react to the blatant sexual abuse of
her sixteen year old daughter. She just smiled. "I see you boys are
having a good time."
Paul colored slightly and looked uncomfortable. Dave nodded with
boyish enthusiasm. "You bet. I was just showing Paul the benefits of
sending his daughter off to that girl's training school. Melissa is
helping. Oops! There she goes again."
Three pairs of eyes turned to watch Melissa clutch the carpet and
gurgle into another long series of spasms. When they finally passed Ann
said, "Well, I hate to break up the show but we've got to be at the
Henderson's in half an hour for bridge club."
Dave looked thunderstruck. "Oh SHIT! I forgot all about it. And I
didn't even call the baby sitter." He glanced around wildly, his eyes
falling on his friend. "Paul! You've got to help me. Stay with the
girls for a few hours while we go out. How about it?"
Paul hesitated, unsure of how to handle this sudden turn of events.
"Uh... I don't know Dave. I'm not much of a baby sitter." Behind them
Melissa suddenly cried out in the throes of yet another orgasm. No one
could remember whether it was her fifth or sixth. Dave paused,
thinking. He caught his wife's eye. "Could you excuse us for a minute
dear? Man talk."
When she was gone Dave pulled Paul aside and said, "Listen chum, I
can see by the bulge in your pants that you're just dying to get at
that cute little piece of teenage ass over there on the floor. Lord
knows she's all warmed up for it." Behind them Melissa moaned as if in
confirmation. "And believe me I don't mind. We'll be gone for hours.
Fuck her all you want."
It was tempting. Damn tempting. The problem was that deep down
inside Paul still just couldn't believe Dave really meant what he was
saying. Dave squeezed his arm. "Even better, give her those three
whippings I promised her. There's all sorts of canes and ropes and
things down in the basement. Her sister Sharon's already down there,
tied up over the trestle. I was planning to demonstrate a good old
fashioned ass whipping for you after we finished with Melissa."
Paul wavered. "Well..."
Dave sighed. "Ok, if it makes you feel any better I'll tell you what
we'll do. We'll make a deal. A gentlemen's agreement so to speak. That
way it'll be fair for everybody."
"What kind of deal?" Paul asked suspiciously.
"You're going to send your daughter Cindy off to the same school my
two went to, right?"
There was no question about that one. Paul had seen more than enough
to convince him of the school's merits. He nodded.
"And when she gets back she'll be just as well trained as mine are."
"I suppose so," Paul replied cautiously.
"So here's the agreement. You can do anything you want to my two
daughters tonight. And I do mean ANYTHING! As long as I get to do the
same things to your daughter some night after she gets back. That way
we both know it won't get too far out of hand."
Paul thought about it. A smile played slowly over his lips. "You
know, Cindy has been a real pain in the ass lately. Protecting her
precious hide from you won't be much of a deterrent. In fact it'll
probably have the opposite effect."
Dave shrugged. "That's her problem. Deal?"
Paul nodded. "Deal?"
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Chapter 2
"Getting A Buzz On"
The two of them hurriedly stripped off Melissa's slip and carried
her downstairs to the basement. As promised her eighteen year old
sister Sharon was already down there, bent naked over the trestle, her
pert little ass reared high. She was gagged, which prevented a lot of
unnecessary questions. She was obviously shocked to see to see the two
men carrying her naked, sobbing younger sister into the room.
They threw Melissa down on a large four poster bed, spread-eagled
her face up, and cuffed her wrists and ankles to posts in each corner.
A thick pillow shoved under her ass elevated her hips. Conveniently
placed cranks allowed them to draw her body bowstring taut. When they
were done her red, swollen cleft gaped helplessly skyward.
"You should find everything you need in one of those lockers," Dave
said, pointing to a row of four cabinets against the far wall. Don't
hesitate to use any of it." He looked pointedly over at his younger
daughter's cruelly elevated midsection and winked. "Also don't hesitate
to use it where you think it'll do the most good."
Dave hurried out to get ready for bridge club, closing the basement
door behind him. Before leaving he assured Paul that it was totally
soundproof. Just to be sure he wasn't disturbed Paul threw the heavy
inside bolt.
That done he began to take stock. Inside one large cabinet was every
kind of whip, paddle, strap, cane, and taws imaginable. Another cabinet
yielded a treasure trove of dildos and vibrators, some impossibly huge
and heavily spiked for girls the age of Sharon and Melissa. A third was
full of bondage devices. A forth held what looked like medical
instruments and supplies, heavy on the lubricants. Paul gleefully
rubbed his hands together. He was in business.
The first thing he looked for was an appropriate vibrating dildo for
Sharon. He found one that was over ten inches long and about as thick
as the girl's wrist. It had a dozen spiraling rows of short, pointy
spikes along it's length, and even better it was equipped with a heavy
duty AC powered vibration unit. Perfect. He picked it up along with a
harness and a jar of Vaseline.
It took almost ten minutes of pushing and shoving and twisting to
get the dildo buried to the hilt up Sharon's tight little hole. To
Paul's delight the poor youngster kicked and screamed the whole time,
especially when the spikes started digging into the drum-taut inner
walls of her cunt walls. He could actually see the little bumps moving
up the bulge the dildo was making in her groin.
He didn't really need the harness. There was no way the dildo was
going to come out on it's own. But buy putting it on and cinching it
tight between the girl's legs he ensured that the head of the phallus
would remain pressed hard up into the very back of her womb, no matter
how violently she bucked.
Sharon shook her head frantically when Paul held up the plug, her
big brown eyes pleading for mercy. The dildo already felt like it was
splitting her in two. Paul grinned, bent down, and shoved the prongs
into a nearby wall socket. Sharon tensed. Her eyes squeezed shut. She
held her breath. Nothing happened.
A minute later Paul was still scratching his head. He pulled the
plug out and tried the other socket. Still nothing. He walked around
and looked at the base of the dildo. Ah! There it was. A ring at the
base of the dildo with an arrow embossed on it. Above it, etched into
the plastic shaft were the words "OFF -- LOW -- MED -- HI -- MAX".
Above that was the message:
CAUTION!
Do NOT use maximum setting for
more than 30 sec. at a time.
Intense discomfort may result.
The arrow pointed to "OFF". Paul twisted the ring until it pointed
to "LOW". The vibration unit kicked on and began to hum in a low,
powerful way that was entirely different from the usual battery
operated unit. Sharon squirmed and whimpered at the sudden new wave of
sensation pouring up from between her legs. She tugged at her bindings.
Paul had to admit that the sex hormones were wickedly effective. It
took less than a minute for Sharon's first orgasm to start. The moment
it hit her Paul twisted the ring to "MED" and the hum doubled in
volume. So did Sharon's strangled protests. She bucked and heaved and
tugged uselessly at her bindings as the blinding waves of pleasure/pain
filled her young body. It went on and on until she felt like she surely
must faint. That's when Paul twisted the ring to "HI".
The angry buzz cut through Sharon like a red hot poker. Her sex was
already sore and swollen from her just finished orgasm. The new assault
was more than she could take. She wailed helplessly, her hips bouncing
in wild abandon over the top of the trestle. Paul let her suffer for a
good five minutes before switching up one more notch to "MAX".
The dildo actually thrummed with power as its full potential was
released upon Sharon's helpless sex. If she hadn't been gagged her
teeth would have rattled. As it was it felt like a bare wire had been
shoved up her cunt and plugged in instead of a vibrator. She screamed.
Again and again. Paul just smiled, patted her on her wildly jerking
ass, and walked off.
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Chapter 3
"Punished Puss"
Paul found exactly what he was looking for in the whips cabinet. A
martinet with six knotted cords about eighteen inches in length. The
dildo cabinet produced a "billy-club", a slim twelve inch rectal
invader with a heavily spiked head attached to a grip fitting handle.
The penis gag was in the bindings locker. He still had the Vaseline.
Melissa watched him approach with wide-eyed fear. She'd seen what
he'd done to her sister. She knew she could expect the same. Her voice
quavered. "W...what are you going to do?"
Paul sat down on the bed even with Melissa's raised hips and
grinned. "I'm going to give you the whipping you earned tonight by
disobeying your father. Now be a good girl and open your mouth."
Knowing better than to disobey the pert youngster did as she was
told. Paul inserted the phallus into her mouth and buckled the strap
behind her head. She whimpered at the tightness of it.
Paul picked up the jar of Vaseline and scooped out a big glob onto
his fingers. He began to message it into the girl's gaping sex and
between her bottom cheeks. While he worked he talked. "Tell me Melissa,
have you ever been whipped between your legs? (Wide eyed shock. Frantic
shake of the head.) No? Well in that case you're in for a real
experience. Every girl I've ever done it to absolutely hates it. I'm
sure you will too. But then that's part of the price you pay for
disobedience, isn't it." He bent over to inspect his work, then scooped
more Vaseline.
"Of course this will be a new experience for me as well, since I've
never pussy-whipped a girl your age before. I suspect that you're going
to be much more sensitive than the women I've tried. Especially after
that little bout with the dog." Paul grinned at Melissa's blush. "The
spread of your legs and your total lack of pubic hair should also add
to the severity of the pain." He dipped more Vaseline. "In case you're
wondering the Vaseline is to lubricate your tissues so that the thongs
won't cut. They'll still sting just as bad, maybe even worse, but I
promise there won't be any damage. I wouldn't want to injure a pretty
girl like you."
By this time Melissa's hips were squirming helplessly. It had been
less that fifteen minutes since the dog's attentions and she was still
wet and fully aroused. Paul chuckled. "Good. I'm glad to see you've got
some spark left. It always hurts more when the tissues are swollen with
lust."
Finally Paul set the Vaseline aside and picked up the dildo. "Do you
know what this is for?" Melissa shook her head. "Before each stroke I
expect you to lift your hips up off the pillow as high as you can. If
you start to forget I'll shove this up your ass to remind you. Is that
clear?" Blinking back tears, Melissa nodded.
Paul picked up the lash and turned to face Melissa's cruelly splayed
sex. The sight of her plump, hairless little pussy with its slit gaping
wide and its insides wet and swollen was the most erotic thing he'd
ever seen. He touched the cords to her pubic mount. She obediently
raised her hips.
SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLATTT!!!
Melissa's scream was one of pure, shrill, burning agony. Never in
her young life had she experienced anything like the white hot pain of
the knotted thongs biting into her tender inner tissues. She heaved
against her bindings, her legs kicking wildly as the terrible
sensations between her legs grew and grew. And just when it couldn't
possibly get any worse, Paul whipped her again. And again. And again.
SWISSSHHHHHH.........THWACKKK!!!
SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLATTT!!!
SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLAATTTTT!!!
Paul was having the time of his life. Never had he seen anything so
beautiful, so powerfully erotic as the way pretty little sixteen year
old Melissa reacted to having her cunt flogged. The look of shock and
pain on her sweet young face was priceless all by itself. Then there
was the helplessly lewd way her hips danced around on the bed. The
beautiful red welts that spread across the pale nether lips. And the
sounds! The splat of the lash. The strident shrieks of agony, reduced
to soft mewings by the gag. The creak of the bed under her bouncing
ass. The muffled pleas for mercy. The broken, shuddering sobs. It was
unbelievable.
Poor Melissa foolishly failed to rise for the fifth stroke. This
caused a short but interesting pause while the dildo was rammed up her
tight, tender little asshole. Her father had been right about the
effects of the training. The poor kid tried to jump out of her skin the
moment the spiked tip touched the puckered bud of her rectum. She
strained to the very limits of her bindings trying to escape it, and
Paul took full advantage of the opportunity by cheerfully lashing the
thongs straight down into her wide open cleft. The dildo sank a little
deeper with each stroke.
After that Paul had no trouble making the girl arch her pussy up.
All he had to do was reach around her hips and tap the handle of the
dildo. She would rise up like a breaching whale, her sex ripe and open
for the lash. The whipping progressed with a steady, cruel rhythm.
To Be Continued....
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