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another story by Paul Vincent | The indignities of Clare The Ideal Secretary | Feminist Critique | Head of The House

M+/f, reluc, mc, spank, slut, modif, humil, D/s

Coming of Age.
by Paul Vincent

paul.vincentmc@hotmail.co.uk

CHAPTER 1.

‘You have got to be joking Dad! You simply can’t be serious! You shouldn’t have invited her around at all.’

‘Trust me, Jake. Just trust me. She’ll do whatever you tell her to do,’ I replied. ‘Just trust me.’

Teenagers. Who’d have them? They’re so much trouble, and always think they’re right. All I wanted was what was best for my Jake though, like any parent, no matter how stroppy he got sometimes. I suppose though I’m not any normal parent.

My name is Russell Kempton. I am Chief Executive and major shareholder in one of the largest multi-national Chemical Corporations in the world. You may have heard of it. Unless at the time your reading this in the future it has gone out of business or been absorbed by another company. It’s called – immodestly enough – Kempton Pharmaceuticals.

I inherited the company from my father, who was also a pharmacist by profession. At that time he had built it up to one chemical factory based in England supplying a number of Chemists throughout the UK. I built it up from there.

Some of this was luck rather than hard work of course. My father had me enrolled at the age of 18 into ‘The Lodge’; an offshoot of the Masons, and a powerful one. We have connections everywhere all over the world, but especially in the US, and it was some such connections in America in the sixties that really caused my business to skyrocket when I took the company over.

The connections were Lodge members in the arms trade who informed me that the CIA and American military were keen to employ a chemical company to manufacture drugs for them for covert military purposes. I was only too happy. Many of the suits in the CIA and government were Lodge members themselves, and they knew a fellow member could be trusted to do everything in secrecy and with discretion. One of those chemicals we manufactured for them plays a big part in the story I’m telling now, but more about that later.

All that you need to know for now is that with these, and my other American contacts, I was able to get massive amounts of business. It was relatively easy to buy the plant facilities, employ workers and managers and buy office space. And over the next thirty years the company simply grew exponentially to the point where it is today. There are now Kempton Pharmaceuticals offices and plants strewn all over the US, as well as offices still in England and the one manufacturing plant I inherited from my father. Most of the board members are American as well, with the exception of myself of course. The company is now apparently looking to expand into China and the oriental market in general. But that’s not really relevant. I’m merely digressing.

I actually don’t have half the input into the company I used to these days. I’m fifty-two years old now as I write this, and have more or less gone into semi-retirement, living back in London with Jake. I still fly to the New York central offices or the Texas offices regularly and get run downs on how business is progressing from the major board members. But for the last seven years I have tried to concentrate on helping Jake, by son, and prepare him for taking over the business eventually.

Jake takes after me a lot. He is brilliant – an IQ of 156 and a MENSA member no less. At the time the events in this story took place Jake had just started his A levels. He did five at the local Comprehensive. I had already arranged him a place at Oxford to study Pharmacology afterwards, confident he would get excellent grades.

I know, I hear you: why on earth would I send him to a state school? Well it was to try and help him integrate and socialise with normal people rather than have the upbringing I had. You see I went to an expensive boys’ Public school – and hated it. I was a geek and hopeless with women for years afterwards as a result, even if I did leave with a good education and a good business head. I wanted Jake to have better; to integrate with others, boys and girls, and to be less insular. His mother died when he was three, and I had to bring him up alone. Well I thought the local Comprehensive would do the trick. Paul McCartney apparently did it with his kids, and they were all apparently successful enough.

It didn’t work though unfortunately. If anything Jake was geekier than I was. Presumably it must be genetic. He is slightly short at around five foot nine, and was painfully thin and skinny back then. He was also spotty and wore glasses that really made the geeky appearance complete. I tried to get him to wear contacts like me, but he wouldn’t. He said he didn’t like fiddling with his eyes, and people should accept him for who he is. Boy he had a lot to learn about people.

I was constantly being called in to talk to teachers at the school about the practical jokes and the bullying. He didn’t seem to have any friends there. I’m sure they would all have been his friend if they knew that Jake Kempton was Russell Kempton’s son, and had a billionaire for a dad. But I don’t like making such things public for security reasons, and made that clear to Jake from the beginning, which he accepted amazingly well all things considered. To them he was simply Jake Kempton, and definitely no-one special.
Jake always had good results academically, and I think in reflection his love of academia was the only thing that’s kept him going there. He got all straight As in his 11 GCSEs. He was expected to do the same in his A levels. But it wasn’t enough it seemed to me for him to be simply good academically and socially inept and lacking confidence. I wanted better for him.

He certainly lacked confidence after the last incident and that was for sure. That was, the incident that sparked my extreme involvement; the worst practical joke of the lot. And until I pressed him Jake wasn’t going to go back to school afterwards at all.

It was all to do with a girl inevitably. Typically for a 16 year old boy with hormones raging he fell for a girl at the school. Her name was Gemma Benton. She was as far out of his reach as you could imagine. She was a year and a half older than him at nearly eighteen, and approaching the end of year thirteen doing a couple of A levels, no doubt to help get her a secretarial job somewhere. She was extremely attractive and popular with all of the boys in the school, but apparently not all that bright. Her boyfriend who was a footballer and training with the local academy to be a professional. His name was John Gillan and he was also a part of the practical joke on my Jake.

I suppose the question in my mind was why on earth did Jake fall for it and think she would be interested in him? Still the brightest of us can be blinded by love or lust for that matter. Suffice to say he most certainly was.

John Gillan and Gemma Benton decided that they would pretend Gemma had the hots for Jake. It was apparently her idea, as she was sick of seeing Jake gooey eyed over her every time she was around. As I found out after, she apparently told John to tell Jake she and John had broken up. Also he was to tell Jake that it was because she fancied him. A couple of her friends agreed to support this separately. And low and behold my gullible boy thinks all his christmases have come at once.

Gemma arranged to meet Jake at her house and he went along. I remember the day well. It was the first evening Jake was dressed in anything other than jeans and a tee shirt. He’d smartened himself up and gone out, after proudly telling me with almost normality that he was going on a date with a girl from school.

It turned out that when she got him to her house she told him how hot he was and how she wanted him desperately, and they would be all alone for the evening. She then took him to her bedroom and told him to take all his clothes off and wait for her and she would be back in five minutes in something sexy. So Jake goes and gets undressed and sits on her bed waiting naked. I know: how could a guy with an IQ of 156 fall for it? But he did sure enough.

Anyway a few minutes later she returns and shouts from outside of the door to check if he’s undressed. He says yes. She then tell him to close his eyes while she walks in and wait to open them; she makes him promise, and my Jake being a dope does just that. But it isn’t just her that walks in, it’s her boyfriend John and two of his mates with a camera. They take pictures of him sitting there, then all have a good laugh at him.

Gemma, who he thinks he is going to get off with, is there making fun of him as well; telling him what a mega-geek he is and asking him how on earth he thinks she would be interested in him. They tell him that the pictures are going to be all around school, which they were. You can understand why he felt the way he did.

I found out some of the detail of this stuff from the Head and the rest from the private detective I set on the case after I decided to do something about Jake’s situation once and for all. Jake came back in tears all upset and didn’t want to talk about it, understandably enough. It took him a day to give me the basics that this girl had played a practical joke on him. The Head arranged for detentions for the kids in question, and confiscation of the photos, at least as far as he knew. But that didn’t help the way that Jake’s confidence had been still further undermined, making him even more reclusive.

So why am I telling you all this? Well, they do say that confession is good for the soul, don’t they? And I suppose what I did after this was morally problematic. I don’t know if it means I am a psychopath, or my son is, or I have made him such. What I do know is it helped him progress into a more confident man, even if like myself morally questionable. I thought that writing it down might give me perspective and see whether I am a bad person. Well let’s see what you think.

* * *

I got the idea from some equally morally corrupt board members of my company in the Texas branch. One of them there called Graham Sanderson utilised one of the chemicals I mentioned earlier we developed for the CIA called Agent Aspect or AA on a girl he hired as his secretary called Clare Garner. Another board member who was a friend of his found out and then did the same with his secretary. When it was clearly getting out of hand I flew over and became involved to clarify matters.

The chemical in question basically renders its victim completely open to programming with commands for approximately an hour after introduction. Anything and everything programmed during that time the victim will feel compelled to do afterwards. So of course Graham Sanderson had told his secretary to obey all of his order from that point onwards along with a few other more amusing choice commands she had to obey, and then told her to forget consciously she had been programmed. As a matter of fact many of these ‘choice commands’ – if you are capable of suspending your moral judgement – were actually a stroke of genius. But more of that later.

By the time I flew over and got involved it was too far along for the cat to be put back into the bag. So never one to shirk a business opportunity I decided if we were going to do it we were going to do it properly. I suggested that we could offer AA with a package of programming to any Lodge member (because they could be trusted, and incidentally I insist on all my board members being Lodge members also) who wished to programme someone, and I suggested for female victims this could involve three levels. One would be regular for a fee of $10,000, just involving the victim being told to obey all of the orders of the individual paying for the service. The second advanced level for $50,000, would involve the more detailed commands based on those Graham Sanderson had invented, with specific variations suggested by the purchaser if necessary. The third deluxe level for $100,000 would involve the second plus physical enhancements such as breast enlargement, liposuction and some pretty cunning implants – but that’s another story.

This went down well and was a neat solution to a problem that was getting out of hand – that has also incidentally made money in the process. Several Lodge members from different countries including some well known politicians have purchased one of the packages since.

Well it was shortly after all of this took place in Texas that my Jake had this last practical joke played on him, and admittedly slightly angry with this girl I decided upon a plan to assist Jake take some revenge, as well as boost his confidence and achieve a few life milestones. I decided to use AA on this Gemma Benton along with a variation of what’s recently become known in the firm as the Sanderson Programming; that’s the content I mentioned earlier to be a stroke of genius.

This was all surprisingly easy. I found out from my Private Detective that Gemma was looking for a part time job to give her some spending money during her A levels. So basically I asked my Private eye to try to work it so that I could interview her. He somehow managed to arrange it for the girl to be offered a post as a part time office clerk for Kempton Pharmaceuticals and sent her a letter inviting her to interview.

I rented three rooms on an industrial estate for the interview in a quite isolated location, and fitted out the offices myself. I didn’t want to do anything on my official premises, preferring somewhere isolated where her noise wouldn’t be heard if she kicked up a fuss and where there would be minimal witnesses in case anything went wrong later.

The three offices involved one outer office area, where I had my secretary, Dawn, situated, and two other offices breaking off from this. The smallest of these was my ‘programming room’, in which were simply two chairs and my programming script. The other was to be my ‘interview room’ where the real action was to take place and the AA would be introduced to the girl.

Originally AA was designed to be introduced by a subcutaneous injection. However I refined it once we started using it for our own nefarious ends so that it could be introduced in other forms. In this case I used a form that could be introduced through respiration. This involved gas canisters containing AA that would release it in a breathable form, which were situated in the room under the desk and initiated by a remote control. I also arranged so that the door of the room automatically locked when the AA was released so the girl would not be escaping before it took effect, and for it to have an hermetic seal to prevent leakage. Air cleansers were then fitted to the air extraction system, which would allow the AA to be removed when the process was completed.

I’m proud to say I did this all myself. I am, as you might imagine, quite competent at such arrangements, if a little paranoid about the technology involved. I’m not overly trusting of technology that doesn’t centre upon controllable chemical reactions in a laboratory normally. For those of you thinking I’m a little psychopathic, I like to think that going to this extreme despite my fears is illustrative of my commitment to my son.

Anyway, returning to the story, Gemma attended the interview on a Friday morning bang on time. I waited in the AA room which of course was to be the ‘interview room’. When Gemma arrived my secretary informed me over the intercom she was waiting, and I checked to ensure that the gas canisters were ready and all the equipment in working order before I invited her in – for the third time I might add, to illustrate how paranoid I am about electronic technology.

I then invited her in.

Instantly she walked in I understood more how Jake as a hormonally normal sixteen year old had fallen for her. Although she wasn’t perfect Gemma Benton was extremely attractive. She was quite tall, I would guess around five foot tenish in her bare feet, and quite stockily built, but in a curvaceous kind of a way. She had shoulder length straightened blond hair that looked bleached, and a pretty face with big blue eyes and full lips. I noticed immediately she had extremely large breasts, bulging clearly even through the black jacket of the suit she wore. I guessed they were double E, and later found out that they were 38EE, very nicely developed for a seventeen year old.

Her waist was slightly chunky, but not overly so, possibly thirty inches or a little more, but her wide hips made up for this, as did what I could see when she turned was a full protruding bubble bottom. The overall effect was to give her a clear hourglass figure, just the kind of girl an adolescent boy knocking on the door of manhood would go for.

‘Hello, my name is Russell Kempton,’ I said reaching out and shaking a remarkably delicate hand for such a big girl.

‘Hi. I’m Gemma,’ she replied, smiling.

‘Please sit down,’ I said seating myself. ‘I believe you know my son, Jake,’ I said watching in amusement her reaction as I fiddled with some papers. Instantly her eyes widened and she blushed slightly.

‘Erm, you mean Jake at school,’ she replied rather shocked.

‘Yes. You both go to Northlands Comprehensive don’t you. Unfortunately Jake has been having some troubles there though recently.’

‘Err. Yes, I heard he was having, err, difficulties. I don’t know what it was all about though,’ she lied.

‘No?’ I said with a telling look. I quickly changed the subject before she got too nervous and walked out. ‘Well that’s life I suppose.

Before we begin let me go and get you a glass of water.’ As I said this I rose and made my way to the door behind her.

‘That’ll be okay Mr Kempton,’ she replied shakily, almost as though guessing instinctively that something was wrong.

‘No, no. I insist,’ I said quickly leaving the room and closing the door.

Once outside I switched on the monitor on my secretary’s desk which gave me a view of the room Gemma was in, and then seated myself next to Dawn. Before you ask, yes, Dawn is also a victim of AA. Actually she’s a level three victim, as she has also had surgery done to enhance her figure; double E breasts, a pinched waist, and a full bubble butt, and some interesting stimulation implants. But I’m digressing again.

Once I had seated myself, without further hesitation I pressed the button on my remote control hand set and immediately I heard the click from the door lock and hermetic seal. Watching on the monitor I saw Gemma briefly look around at the door curiously and then with equal curiosity at the desk in front of her. I knew that this was because she could hear the hiss from the dischargers on the gas canisters which were now filling the atmosphere in there with AA. She stood and then bent over to look under the desk to where the canisters were situated, discharging their poison – in the process giving me quite a nice look at her bubble bottom which appeared invitingly spankable. This was something that would fit into my future plans quite nicely.

I then saw her rise with a look of confusion and horror on her pretty face as she realised at least the basic fundamentals of what was happening, before she ran for the door. I heard her grabbing the handle and desperately trying to open it, even as I watched her with my chin on my hand in the monitor.

She then started to bang on the door and I heard her shouting, ‘Mr Kempton let me out! Let me out now! I’ll have the law on you. Let me out!’

Naturally I completely ignored her. In fact I have to admit I was quite enjoying watching her helplessly and hopelessly struggling to leave, with every breath inhaling the chemical that was going to assist my son’s sweet revenge on her.

After approximately 30 seconds her struggles ceased. She moved away from the door, looking dizzy and holding her head as though confused. After another twenty I could see her stood stock still, her arms by her sides, staring straight ahead catatonically. A sure sign that the AA had now fully kicked in.

I gave her another minute in there inhaling the gas still more before I hit the button to extract. The process took approximately ten minutes and I had the air tested through a computer sensor before I opened the door, which showed it to be now clean. I then pressed the button on my control that broke the hermetic seal and unlocked the door lock and walked over and opened it up. I kept my distance though opening it up at arm’s length. Whatever the sensor might say I still had more than a slight distrust of it. I think in reflection that this was the reason I had an entirely separate third room for programming.

I then spoke to her, a handkerchief uselessly over my mouth to attempt to protect myself from whatever leftover fumes had challenged the technology – my little Howard Hughes moment. I then said to her through the handkerchief, ‘Come out of the room Gemma and follow me.’

The girl walked out, her eyes staring straight ahead and a blank expression on her pretty face. I opened the door to my ‘programming room’ and entered and Gemma meekly followed.

‘Sit down here Gemma,’ I said pointing at the first chair and closing the door behind us.

The girl looked in the direction I indicated and then walked to the chair and seated herself, before continuing a blank stare at the wall directly in front of her.

‘Excellent,’ I said to myself as I picked up my programming script from the other chair, seated myself down and made myself comfortable.

Please feel free to skip the next parts of my story if they bore you, however I can’t help feeling like I want to go into some detail about the programming. For one thing it will help you understand why Gemma behaved the way she did later. But also I think I need to because I enjoyed it at the time and still enjoy thinking about it. This girl had humiliated my only son after all. Ensuring a detailed humiliation for her was something I relished.

I have to admit as I write part of me is hoping seeing it on the page might make me feel guilty. Up to now though it isn’t, in fact it’s actually making me quite aroused. So anyway – the programming.

I first commenced by ensuring I had the girl’s attention and she understood me.

‘Now Gemma,’ I commenced. ‘Can you hear me clearly and do you understand what I am saying?’

‘Yes,’ Gemma replied.

‘Now I want you to listen carefully to everything I am about to tell you Gemma. You will act upon every instruction I am about to give you at all times after this meeting and will be unable to do otherwise no matter how much you might attempt to do so. Do you understand me so far?’

‘Yes,’ came the simple reply again.

‘Good. Now from this point onwards every command or instruction that either I or my son, Jake, give you, you will obey. You will obey them no matter how embarrassing or humiliating the command or instruction may be. In fact if the command is embarrassing or humiliating you will find yourself becoming correspondingly sexually aroused by it. You will be still more aroused by the act of obeying it. The more embarrassing or humiliating the instruction is, the more sexually arousing you will find it, and the more sexually arousing you will find obeying it to be. Do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ came the simply expressionless response again.

‘Additionally from this point on you will respond in the following way to *anyone* attempting to sexually molest you or in any way sexually abuse you. You will be unable to report them to anyone in any way no matter how much you might try and you will be unable to call out for help or in any other way alert anyone else to what is happening. In fact you will go out of your way to defend them and deny what they do to any third party if necessary. You will be unable to rebuke them for their behaviour in any way, nor will you be able to ask them to desist. In fact when you attempt to do so you will find yourself instead smile at them and say “thank-you” each time you attempt to speak.

‘When they touch you, if you feel the urge to stop them either by moving away or by removing their hand you will be unable to do so. Instead you will find yourself stand on the spot with your legs perfectly straight, parted shoulder width apart and your toes pointed in, and put your hands on the back of your head with your fingers interlocked, and thrust out your bottom and chest. You will be unable to move from this position for as long as they molest you or as long as you attempt to resist them. In fact each time you make any such effort to resist you will find yourself instead readjusting your footing and thrusting out your bottom and chest with more emphasis and to greater effect. Do you understand these instructions?’

‘Yes,’ came the robotic response, however her brow was slightly furrowed. This was common as victims often recognise an unpleasant command for what it is, however the AA works on such a deep level that it prevents resistance. Ignoring her I therefore simply continued.

‘Also as you find any such situations embarrassing or humiliating you will find yourself feeling correspondingly sexually aroused. The more embarrassing or humiliating the situation in which you are molested or abused the more aroused you will find you become. If it continues for some time you will finally become so aroused that you reach an orgasm. Do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ came the reply, though again she looked somewhat unhappy on some level of her consciousness with the nature of the commands.

Most of this had followed the standard Sanderson Programming word for word. Now that it was in place I decided to add some variations of my own for my son’s delectation.

‘When you are being molested if the molester starts to undress you, you will hold position and allow him to do so except where there is a need for you to assist him. For example if you are wearing a top without buttons that needs to come over your head when he comes to lift it up you will automatically take your hands from your head and hold them up to allow it to be removed. If you are wearing a button up blouse top when he attempts to slip it over your shoulders you will remove your hands from your head and put them by your sides and slightly behind you in order to allow the clothing to fall to the floor. If he is trying to remove your bra then when he comes to attempt to remove the straps from your shoulders you will again drop your arms to your sides, but slightly to the front. When the item has been removed you will then replace your hands on you head and resume your original position. Similarly if your molester attempts to remove your skirt or trousers or panties you will put your legs together so that the item can easily drop to your ankles, and when it does you will step out of it before resuming your original position – with your feet shoulder width apart, your legs perfectly straight, and your bottom and breasts thrust out to best effect. Do you understand?

Gemma shook slightly however again answered, ‘yes,’ supinely.

‘Next, Gemma, when anyone attempts to kiss you from now on you will automatically respond by kissing them back passionately and holding them passionately whilst they kiss you for as long as they choose to do so. Do you understand?’

Again Gemma responded with a yes.

‘If a male mentions oral sex and either says directly he wants you to give him oral sex or hints at such, you will feel an uncontrollable urge to do so immediately. This will be so intense that you will approach him and ask his permission to give him oral sex, and if he gives such permission you will enthusiastically give him the best oral sex you possibly can. You will automatically allow him to ejaculate in your mouth upon climax unless he tells you otherwise. When he does so you will keep his penis in your mouth until he has finished coming, suckle out all of the remaining come, and when you are satisfied you have done so you will look up at him in the eyes. You will then open your mouth to show him his load, before closing it again and swallowing the come. When you have swallowed it you will then politely say “thank you” to him. Ensure you maintain eye contact with him throughout this. Do you understand?’

Gemma again said, ‘yes,’ but with a slight look of disgust on her face.

‘Additionally you will be unable to resist anyone who propositions you for sex. You will be agreeable to have sex with any man or woman from this point on who attempts to seduce you no matter who it is. When a man is having sex with you, you will respond in the following way every time unless instructed otherwise. If you are in a missionary position you will lift up your knees as high as you can and spread you legs as wide as you can making yourself as accessible as possible. You will also put your arms around his shoulders and clutch at him. You will then continue to do this throughout the period you are fucked. Whilst being fucked you will speak to the man and continuously repeat the following phrases randomly: “Use me,”, “Take me,” “Use me like a slut, that’s how I like it.” “That’s it, take me and use me.” “Teach me my place.” “That’s it, treat me like the slut that I am.”

Each time you climax you will say repeatedly whilst you come, “I submit myself to you.” You will add the man’s name to this phrase also, if you are aware of it. You will also clutch at him tighter whilst doing so if you are face to face. When he is about to come you will again clutch at him tighter if face to face, and you will say as he goes into his orgasm: “That’s it, come inside me and treat me like the slut that I am.” You will then also climax as he does. So, Gemma, do you understand?’

Gemma’ head was more furrowed this time, and she shook slightly, uselessly resisting the compulsion of the AA, before simply again saying ‘yes’ meekly.

‘There are three last things for you to remember, Gemma. You will under no circumstances attempt to either directly or indirectly alert anyone that there is anything different about you. You will make excuses and provide plausible explanations for any changes in your behaviour you or anyone else notices. Secondly you will under no circumstances cry when humiliated or embarrassed, or when you experience pain. You may get angry or frustrated and express this in whatever petulant manner you choose at the time, but you will not ever cry. Thirdly, you will come to my house at the address I will leave with you tonight at seven o’clock. You will wear tightly fitting waist high black trousers, four inch stiletto heeled shoes and a tightly fitting blouse that defines your breasts to best effect, with sexy lacy underwear underneath. Have the blouse tucked into the trousers and make sure that both the trousers and blouse fit you so tightly that they define your figure perfectly. If you have none suitable then go out and buy some. You will also wear red lipstick and nail varnish and be generally nicely made up attractively. Do you understand all of these instructions or do you need any repeating?’

‘Yes. I understand them all,’ came the reply from again now expressionless girl.

‘Excellent,’ I said, fully satisfied. ‘You will now leave and go home and come back at the agreed time tonight. You will not remember the events of this afternoon consciously other than you attended my office and we discussed you becoming a part time clerk, and arranged for you to come to my house this evening to discuss it further. But you will unconsciously obey all of the instructions and commands I have given you. So finally, Gemma, do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ came the response.

‘Good,’ I said feeling very satisfied. ‘Then pick up you belongings and go home and sleep for an hour. Don’t talk to anyone on the way home. Here’s a card with my address on it.’

* * *

‘You simply can not be serious, dad. This is just crazy. What do you mean, she’ll do whatever I tell her to do?’

As I said the programming part was easy. Getting Jake to do what I wanted was the difficult bit. I couldn’t tell him verbatim about AA and how it had been used on Gemma for a couple of reasons. Firstly as a Lodge member I had sworn an oath not to breach any secrets held by members that might detrimentally affect them – not even to my own son. Secondly, however, I wanted Jake to discover his power over the girl on his own. I wanted it to be a surprise for him that might make him feel empowered personally in the discovery – and also I suspected that if I came right out with it he might freak.

The advantage I had was that Jake trusted me implicitly. Even though what I was suggesting to him seemed outlandish I therefore felt certain if I emphasised it enough he would believe me.

‘Look at me, Jake.’ I said, stopping him and holding him by the shoulders as he was about to leave. ‘Look at me. You’ve trusted me all your life. Have I ever let you down?’

‘Well. No. You know you haven’t.’

‘Okay. Then just talk to her. She’s an extremely attractive girl and one that I am telling you will do whatever you tell her to. Please don’t ask me why, because I can’t tell you, but she will. Trust me. Remember – *whatever you tell her to do*. Alright?’

Jake sighed and thought for a moment. I could see he was curious about what was going on or how Gemma was likely to do whatever he told her to in the way I was describing. He’s a smart kid, and although I’ve obviously not told him anything about the more secret areas of my work he has said things in the past suggestive that he suspects all I do is not simply above board.

‘Alright,’ he said.

‘Good boy,’ I said. ‘Now go get changed and smarten yourself up.’

Jake sighed again and then left the room.

* * *

An hour later there was a knock on the door. It was exactly seven.

‘Jake!’ I shouted. There was initially no answer. Another knock on the door. ‘Jake, get down here now!’ I shouted again. Jake came slowly down the stairs just after I shouted the second time, looking every bit the sullen teenager. He had not changed, and was still dressed in a dirty pair of jeans and a tee shirt as he had when we had spoken earlier. ‘Well that’s no matter’ I thought to myself.
‘Go into the office, Jake,’ I said indicating to my office area. Jake begrudgingly obliged with a tut, and I went to the door just as Gemma was knocking again and I opened to let her in.

‘Please come in,’ I said.

‘Hi. Thanks,’ Gemma said smiling and entering.
I took her coat and put it on a hanger and then directed Gemma towards my office. As she walked past me and then in front I allowed myself to have a good perusal of her appearance. She had obeyed my instructions about presentation to the letter, in fact if anything better, and looked gorgeous. She had on full make up which emphasised her beauty delightfully. Her eyes seemed even larger emphasised by blue eye shadow, and her lips fuller emphasised by garish red lipstick.

The black trousers she wore were thin and skin tight, almost more like leggings than trousers, with the thong line clearly visible. I could see the delicious curve of her hips and bum from her thighs to her waist, and as she walked I noticed that you could occasionally see the large bum cheeks wobble. ‘Spankable indeed,’ I thought to myself.

Her blouse was similarly clingy almost appearing a size too small, and defined her full large breasts perfectly, the buttons on it appearing to strain slightly over the boobs. As planned the overall affect defined the hourglass of her figure to perfection, and this was made complete by the four inch heels she teetered in on, which caused her to bend her knees slightly and concave her back, throwing out her bum and breasts to best effect. It was all a clear indication that the AA had worked completely, as she must have had some hint when dressing like this that it was slightly inappropriate. She even appeared to blush and look slightly puzzled briefly when she caught me looking her over, which appeared to confirm my suspicion.

As we walked into the office Jake was stood over by my desk. I noticed his eyes open wide and almost pop out of their sockets when he saw Gemma’s appearance. I glanced at Gemma, and noted that she had also noticed Jake’s reaction, and blushed still more, now looking slightly exasperated. I read this as a further indication that she was perturbed as to why she had dressed and made herself up in such a provocative manner.

‘Come and sit down over here Gemma,’ I said indicating the chair facing my desk. ‘You know Jake, don’t you?’

‘Errr. Yes. Hi, Jake,’ Gemma said uneasily to Jake with a pretension of pleasantness.

‘I just need to get some papers before we talk any further about the job, Gemma. Jake, you stay and entertain Gemma whilst I fetch them I’ll be back in a minute. Just stay here, Gemma, I won’t be long.’

With that I made for the door, indicating to Jake from behind her to talk to Gemma whilst I was gone, and trying again to mouth to him that she would do anything he told her to do.

When I left I made straight for an adjacent office that I had set up just for the purpose. Dawn was in there waiting for me as I had instructed her to, as were a bank of surveillance monitors linked to CCTV cameras and microphones I had placed around the room to monitor proceedings. I know, it seems voyeuristic, but I had gone to a lot of trouble and wanted to make sure nothing went wrong.
I sat down and began to watch. At first it was quite painful, as it simply involved Gemma sitting looking around and appearing extremely uncomfortable, and Jake staring at her almost with his tongue hanging out. It was Gemma who broke the silence. She looked over her shoulder to check the door was closed and I wasn’t in ear shot before speaking.

‘Why are you staring at me like that, Jake?’ she said in a rather superior and patronising tone and looking away to the opposite wall completely ignoring him.

‘I ... I was simply thinking that you look extremely attractive tonight, Gemma, that was all,’ Jake replied, with a rather geekish leer on his face.

‘I know what I look like, thank you Jake,’ Gemma replied shooting him a derisive glance. ‘And I’d appreciate it if now that you do as well you could spend less time doing so. In fact why don’t you just go away? I’m here to try to get a job with your dad, not socialise with Mr Geeksville UK.’

Jake’s face visibly dropped. He looked betrayed; a mixture of puzzlement, hurt and anger. But he hadn’t told her to do anything, what did he expect? Presumably he thought she had somehow been paid to be nice to him and this was what I’d meant. Either way after pausing a moment he made for the door.

‘Jake wait,’ Gemma suddenly said, and he paused and looked around. ‘If you say anything to your dad that spoils my chances of getting this job, be warned. I still have copies of those pictures and they could find their way onto the internet, understand?’
Jake looked even more betrayed and annoyed. ‘Okay,’ he said.

‘There’s a good little geeky boy,’ Gemma said mockingly, as he turned for the door and exited.

‘Damn it!’ I exclaimed rising from the consol. I was furious. I quickly made my way out of the room and caught Jake exiting. Before he could run away I caught him by the arm and led him into our lounge area nearby.

‘Jake look. I don’t know what just happened in there but I was not lying,’

‘Well that’s strange, cos she just blew me off – again. And you said she would be here to do what I asked? I will never trust you again, dad.’

‘Son, listen to me. I didn’t say she was going to do what you asked or be willingly nice to you. I said she would do whatever you *tell* her. And she will. Go back in and try.’

‘What? After what just happened? You’ve got to be joking.’

‘Jake listen and trust me. Go back in and tell her to do something small to test whether what I am telling you is true. And don’t *ask* her, *tell* her. Say for example “go over and look at yourself in the mirror” just to try it out. If she does and you feel confident then try something else, like – I don’t know – “carry on looking in the mirror” when she tries to stop.

‘I guarantee you she will do whatever you tell her. If at that point you feel confident enough try patting her on the backside and see what happens. I swear to you that you will get a surprise, and it will be a pleasant one. After that, well, I leave it to your imagination.’
Jake looked at me puzzled and slightly aghast. But he was smart enough to know I must have done something to be so confident with him to do such things, and as they were initially at least small experimental instructions I could see he was intrigued enough to be contemplating having a go. But he still shook his head and said, ‘I don’t know, dad,’ uncertainly.

‘Yes you do, Jake. Carpe deum. Now get back in there,’ and with that I guided him to the door and watched him go through before quickly returning to my monitoring room.

Once in I sat down and watched with bated breath. Jake had entered and closed the door and walked over to the desk where Gemma was seated with a look of contemplation rubbing his chin as though making up his mind. In retrospect I think it was Gemma’s next reaction that made up his mind for him.

‘Why are you here again, Geeko? Will you just go away?’

I looked at a different camera angle so I could see Jake’s face, and it had visibly changed from uncertainty to resoluteness. He then spoke, and I was pleasantly surprised to hear his voice sounding firm and assertive.

‘Go over and look at your face closely in the mirror over there, Gemma,’ Jake said, indicating a mirror on the side wall of my office, situated over a small coffee table and two chairs standing underneath.

‘What? What are you talking about?’ Gemma said as she rose and walked to the mirror. She didn’t say anything else as she obviously was slightly surprised that she was doing what he had just told her to do so abjectly. Once as close to the mirror as she could get – around three feet away due to the coffee table blocking her – she then leaned over and looked at herself with her face close to the mirror. She then rose and turned away, looking slightly shocked and blushing and looking like she was searching for something to say to explain why she had just done what Jake had told her to.

‘Turn and face the mirror, lean over and look at yourself closely again, Gemma,’ Jake said before she could say anything more.
‘Why should I do that,’ Gemma said as she turned to face the mirror again. She leaned over until her face was close to the mirror and looked at herself again anyway.

‘Keep doing it,’ Jake said, before Gemma could rise or move away, now clearly feeling emboldened. The look of pleasant surprise on his grinning face indicated this also. Gemma compliantly froze in position staring at the look of confusion on her blushing face in the mirror.

‘What’s going on?’ Gemma said, with a sound of fear and confusion in her voice as Jake walked over to her left.

‘Other than the fact that you seem to be doing what I ask I don’t know myself,’ Jake honestly replied.

Gemma’s bum had not gone unnoticed to Jake. Standing as she was three feet away from the mirror, and being forced to bend with her legs straight because of the coffee table to get her face close up to it, her bum was an inviting target even if I hadn’t prompted Jake to give it a pat. In actual fact he did more than that; I suppose a sign of the level of trust he has in me really that he did. After enjoying the view of it for a few seconds in the tight black trousers he simply placed his right hand on the left cheek and slowly began stroking it.

Instantly in response Gemma moved her feet shoulder width apart where she stood, placed her hands on the back of her head with her fingers interlocked, and concaved her back down, thrusting out her backside and breasts. As she was forced to remain bent over by being told to look at herself close to the mirror her arse was now thrust out as though presented for a spanking. Jake now fully emboldened did not miss the opportunity – obviously his father’s son – and standing to her immediate left lifted his hand up and delivered a firm slap to the cheek he had just been feeling.

He looked to see if Gemma would respond. She did, but only to replant her feet on the spot and thrust out her large backside and tits to better effect. She then smiled and politely, though with a slightly wavery voice, said ‘thank you.’

Jake sniggered and shook his head in surprise, his hand still stroking the left cheek he had just slapped. He then began to speak, with a slightly amused ironic tone. ‘You really are a very naughty girl, Gemma. You know that don’t you?’ As he said this he raised the hand again and this time slapped the jutting right cheek, but this time slightly harder. It visibly bounced and wobbled under the force of the slap and as before Jake then smoothed his hand over it. Gemma shook slightly – which from experience of AA I knew to be a sign of her uselessly fighting the programming – but did not move from the position, before she again then replanted her feet and thrust out her arse and tits and said, ‘thank you.’

I had no doubt Jake was probably going dizzy with satisfaction at all this. I looked at the monitor covering the camera at the right side of Gemma. Jake was enjoying feeling her jutting right arse cheek with relish, but then I noticed his vision move over to her crotch. His eyes widened and his smile broadened. From a camera from behind her I could see why, as with her legs spread and her backside thrust out in the tight stretchy trousers the mound line of her pussy was clearly visible.

I glanced over at the nearest camera to Gemma’s face. She was blushing intensely and breathing quickly. For me the central cruel twist to Sanderson Programming dreamt up by the man’s twisted little mind is the way it links embarrassment and humiliation to sexual arousal. The more embarrassing or humiliating an experience, the more sexually arousing. I had no doubt Gemma right now was feeling well embarrassed and humiliated. This meant that she would be extremely aroused. If Jake did what it looked like he was thinking of doing he might well get an extra special surprise.

Sure enough he did. He moved his hand over from the right cheek he had been stroking to the crack of the jutting bubble butt. Then watching Gemma’s reaction – no doubt because he expected this to be the limit of her bizarre compliance – he slowly began to slip his hand down the crack of her arse towards her pussy.

Gemma responded by yet again readjusting her feet, thrusting out her arse and tits, and saying, ‘thank you’. Once Jake’s hand was on Gemma’s pussy mound I saw from the rear view camera Jake begin to use his middle fingers to rub the area of her crack up and down.
I heard Gemma moan, and looked to the view of her face, which now appeared flushed even redder. Gemma’s body then briefly shook in what appeared to be an indication of further useless resistance, before she readjusted her feet and thrust out her arse and tits one last time. Her eyes then opened wider as the look of fear and confusion now turned to one of utter horror. I smiled cruelly to myself at this. ‘That’s done the trick,’ I thought to myself.

I then saw her lip quiver as she tried to speak. She said, ‘Oh! ... Jake! ... Thank you! Ohhhh!’ With this her eyes semi-closed as an orgasm overwhelmed her. She began to moan, ‘Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!’ and as she did her peach arse pumped in an out in unison, rubbing her pussy against Jake’s obliging fingers. He had a look of shock and surprise on his face, but kept his hand pressed against the pussy mound as Gemma obligingly rubbed it against him.

At this point I decided to adjourn their proceedings. His further ministrations would be better suited to a bedroom, so grabbing some papers as a prop I ran for the office door. Once there I made sufficient noise to show I was re-entering and gave them time to sort themselves out. When I entered Jake was stood attempting to look nonchalant with his hands in his pockets, but with a big cheesy grin. Gemma was looking at herself closely in the mirror, appearing to try to brush down her hair. Following her programming she was attempting to hide anything had been happening, however despite her best efforts she still looked quite flushed and out of breath.

Jake looked to her nervously, and then apparently recognising she could not move from the mirror until he told her, he quietly said to her, ‘you can move away now.’ She therefore did just that, turning to me and attempting to smile and pretend everything was fine and nothing was wrong, smoothing down her clothing.

Jake was standing by her side, still with a big cheesy grin on his face, but looking at Gemma in a rather surprised manner. He appeared to have expected her to at least complain and behave as though she were not well pleased, or act as though things had gone the way they were intended. Instead she continued to behave according to her programming and attempted to cover up the fact that she had just been molested and ensure the protection of the molester.

‘Is everything alright, Gemma,’ I said pretending to notice her flushed expression and breathlessness with a note of concern. ‘You’re not feeling ill or anything are you? Jake’s been treating you well hasn’t he?’

‘Yes. Yes. Everything’s fine. Jake’s been just great. There’s nothing wrong at all. I’m just feeling a little hot,’ Gemma said with a strained and pained smile.

‘Good,’ I said shooting Jake a knowing glance, who stared back still with the cheesy grin, and a look that said “how are you doing this?”

‘Well I’ve managed to find some of the papers related to the job I wanted to discuss with you, Gemma, but not all of them,’ I continued.

‘I’m determined to find them all before we have our discussion. Jake, perhaps whilst I continue looking you could continue to entertain our guest? Why don’t you take her up and show her your room?’

‘No! I’m fine here, Mr Kempton,’ Gemma quickly said in a flustered manner.

‘Now, now, Gemma,’ I replied. ‘I may be some time and you’ll both be bored stuck in here. Jake has lots of interesting games and books in his room for you to discuss whilst I search.’

‘Oh, I’m okay,’ Gemma said with another forced smile and a wary glance to her side at Jake. ‘I really am. And anyway,’ she said looking at her watch. ‘I have just realised that I told my mum I would be home for seven and forgot. I think I’d better go now.’

‘Phone her on your mobile and tell her you’ll be late back tonight then,’ I replied. ‘You should go and get it from your coat and do it now before she misses you.’

‘Oh I think that I would be better going instead,’ Gemma said walking to the office door. I followed and she went to her coat hung in the hall and instead of putting it on got her mobile and made a call. Jake had followed me and was also watching.

‘Oh, hi mum. Listen, I’m going to be late back tonight. Don’t worry everything is fine. Yes. Yes. Fine. Bye then.’

She then hung up with a bizarrely confused look on her face and put the mobile back.

I took a deep breath and smiled at Jake before I spoke and gave him a wink. I then said to Gemma, ‘Now I’m afraid I must insist, Gemma. Follow Jake up to his room whilst I continue to search for the papers to discuss with you. Now off you go, Jake,’ I said.

I could see Jake’s crotch was bulging and he didn’t need telling twice. He set off out of up the stairs at a quick pace, and helplessly Gemma went after him, trotting along on her enormous heels attempting to keep up, her arms at her sides and hands out at ninety degrees to balance herself from falling, her tits bouncing in the skin tight blouse, her protruding full bum cheeks jiggling in the skin tight trousers. I was almost envious. Still I would get to watch, and I had some plans of my own formulating for her for tomorrow.

As soon as they both were hurrying up the stairs I hurried with equal rapidity back to my monitoring room. Oh yes. I had cameras in Jake’s room as well. Why? Well I wasn’t going to leave anything to chance. One way or another the girl was going to be his and that was that. I wanted to make sure she didn’t use some ruse to get away from him without me knowing. That’s my excuse anyway. Then again, perhaps I am a control freak.


* * *

I made myself comfortable and instructed Dawn to switch the monitors from the office to Jake’s room. I then sat down to watch the show. The bank of monitors now showed several views of Jake’s empty room. As I watched the view of the door from the left side it suddenly burst open inwards, and Jake came walking in briskly, quite clearly out of breath. For a lad his age this probably wasn’t from the exercise of a walk up the stairs.

He held the door open, and Gemma nervously teetered in on her heels wringing her hands before her in evident concern.

‘Come in and take a look around,’ Jake said making his way to the centre of the room. Gemma had stopped just after entering, doing the minimal necessary to obey the compulsion of the command go there. Now compelled to enter further Gemma teetered in to the centre of the room around a couple of feet from where Jake was stood and looked around.

Jake’s room was in ways typical of a teenager’s room. Games and books sat on book shelves on one wall and a TV on a desk on the other. Instead of pictures of bands on the walls, though, Jake had a picture of Albert Einstein sticking out his tongue next to a periodic table.

‘Very nice,’ Gemma said before turning back the way she had come. ‘But I think I’d sooner wait for your dad in the office.’ She then made to walk out the still open door. Before she had walked more than a pace, though, Jake ran for the door, slammed it shut and stood in front of it to block her exit.

Gemma stopped a couple of feet from Jake, at first with a look of fear on her face. She then took a deep breath and her expression changed to that of someone attempting to swallow their fear and be assertive.

‘Jake, get out of my way,’ she said.

I looked at the camera angle which showed Jake’s face. Jake looked slightly concerned.

‘I’m willing to forget what just happened down stairs,’ she said.

Willing to forget it? Can you imagine the gall of the girl? I bet she didn’t half want to forget it! ‘Come on, Jake,’ I said to myself. ‘Don’t let her out. She trying to bluff you.’

Having said that she wouldn’t have got very far even if he had let her out of course. Whether you think I’m a pervert or not this was the central reason for my voyeurism of the situation; so I could intervene if I had to. If he let her out it would have just meant that I would have had to be a bit more pro-active: like catching her at the bottom of the stairs before she could leave, telling her to walk back up to Jake’s room, take all her clothes off on the way, and walk in, and kneel down and beg him to fuck her – for example. There was no way the girl was leaving without letting my son have his way. As it happened such radical intervention wasn’t called for.
She continued, ‘Will you please move out of my way?’

Jake looked ponderous for a few seconds. He briefly glancing at the girl’s tits and then glanced down further to her crotch.

I don’t know why it is that women always think that they would look better with a flat, washboard stomach. From my point of view, and I think most men, a slight curve of soft fattiness over the lower abdomen is extremely attractive on a woman. Perhaps it’s a primordial thing; that such a slight soft curve is indicative of a fertile womb underneath. Anyway, Gemma had such a soft curve over her lower abdomen, and in the skin tight waist high trousers it was clearly visible, rolling down to her crotch in a beautiful smooth arc to the equally smooth line of her pussy, and it was framed perfectly by her upper thighs and the line of her thong. It was the first thing that my eyes were drawn to when she walked through the door before her tits if I’m honest.

Anyway, after a glance at this Jake looked like he had made up his mind. Like I said, he’s a smart kit, and after the compliant way she spoke to her mum to say she was going to be late home and went out of her way not to report his behaviour to either me or her mum he’d probably realised he could get away with anything. Anyway, suffice to say that without further discussion he boldly stretched out his right hand and placed it on her crotch.

Gemma looked like she had anticipated the move, and managed briefly to react by taking half a step back with her left leg and moving her hands a few inches to her crotch. This was only a fraction of a second, though, before the programming kicked in, and she stepped forward again, opened her legs shoulder width apart, pointed her toes in, put her hands on the back of her head, and thrust out her tits and arse. She then smiled and said, ‘thank you.’

Jake grinning again to see that she had responded the same way began to move his hand on her crotch. I zoomed the side view camera in and I could see he had taken advantage of her legs being now better parted to move his middle fingers under her pussy. He was again massaging the area. Looking at an image of Gemma I could see her eyes had widened in shock and bewilderment at her behaviour, and she was now crimson. She then shook again minutely, before replanting her feet and thrusting out her arse and tits more fully.

This caused the tits to jiggle, and the fact did not go unnoticed on Jake. He therefore let go of her crotch and put both hands on the two ripe double EEs and began to massage them. He made a really funny picture with his eyes half closed with adolescent ecstasy and his tongue out, moaning with satisfaction. ‘That’s my boy,’ I said proudly. Gemma compliantly responded by again replanting her feet before thrusting out the enormous tits against Jake’s groping hands. An ‘Ohhh’ noise that sounded like a mixture of horror and arousal slipped through her lips after this. Undoubtedly the combination of the molestation and the humiliation were forcing her body to an intense state of arousal.

To my great satisfaction Jake steadily became more confident, and after rubbing the girl’s gorgeous tits for a few minutes and enjoying her every so often compliantly sticking them out more fully against his hands, he stopped and began to unbutton the blouse. I could see from a view immediately above and to the left of them the taught material of the blouse readily coming apart to reveal a lacy bra that offered next to no protection to the lovely content. The nipples were clearly visible and stood out budding massively in her arousal.

Once unbuttoned Jake pulled the blouse out of Gemma’s tight trousers. He then took hold of each side at the top, and before he could tell her to drop her arms so he could remove it she compliantly did so, with her hands out back as she had been instructed. She again looked horrified at what she was doing and I was sure I heard her say, ‘oh no,’ quietly as the blouse was dropped over her shoulders and fell gracefully down her arms to the floor.

Jake then began work again on the two tits, putting his hands on them now protected only by the flimsy lace and commencing rubbing them. And Gemma obligingly put her hands back on her head and thrust the tits out against his hands with another ‘ohhh’ of surprise and arousal.

After gently rubbing them for a further minute and now clearly enjoying Gemma’s helpless compliance he stepped closer and reached around her back to unclasp the bra. As he did so Gemma readjusted her footing and thrust herself forward against him as presumably she instinctively attempted to react to her personal space being intimately invaded. The closeness caused Jake to reach his head forward and kiss Gemma on her lips.

This of course thanks to my programming prompted her to respond by passionately kissing him back. She immediately threw her arms around his shoulders, pressed him close and began to snog him passionately. Jake kissed her with equal passion whilst still fiddling with her bra clasps. ‘That’s it my boy, go for it,’ I said with satisfaction.

It predictably took Jake a couple of minutes to work the bra clasps loose, but Gemma kept him entertained with her passionate kissing. From the overhead view I could see that her eyes were not closed during this, though. They were wide open with horror at her behaviour as she helplessly and confusedly obeyed the demands of the programming she was completely unaware of.

Once the clasps were worked lose Jake reached up to the straps on Gemma’s shoulders and simultaneously pushed her back from him to stop her kissing him. Gemma stopped immediately, but only to bring her arms from around him and hold them vertically down in front of her to assist the bra be removed. I could see her shake slightly as she fought the compulsion, however she was held helpless by the programming and did not move, allowing the bra to be slipped down her arms and drop to the floor by the side of her blouse. Her tits stood out firm from her chest, truly the breasts of a near eighteen year old, and once the bra had dropped free she again put her hands on her head and thrust them out, causing them to bounce and jiggle beautifully.

Needless to say Jake again started to play with them. And needless to say as Gemma instinctively tried to respond she again instead obligingly thrust out her chest and pressed the naked tits against Jake’s hands. Her face seemed even more crimson with her embarrassment and humiliation, and as Jake began to rub the tits in firm rotations Gemma’s eyes opened wider in utter horror, and I again distinctively heard her say, ‘Oh no.’ She then suddenly began to rock back and forth on the spot making an ‘Ohh! Ohh! Ohh’ noise.
I have to admit it was truly a cruel situation I had put her in. She was completely unaware of why she was responding the way she was, due to being instructed to consciously forget the programming. She was becoming aroused by the embarrassment and humiliation of the situation perhaps more than Jake’s molesting of her, and I had no doubt her little mind was wondering why. Now the arousal at her humiliation had increased to the point where she had gone into an orgasm in front of Jake.

As I knew from Sanderson Programming this would now lock her into what we refer to as an arousal loop. The increased humiliation at having climaxed would now cause a further increase in sexual arousal, which would inevitably lead to a further climax and further embarrassment and humiliation. You get the picture?

Anyway, I heard Jake make a ‘wow’ sound as he recognised that Gemma had just come. He then reached down and with shaking fingers began to undo Gemma’ trousers and unzip the flies. When they were undone Jake stepped forward and peeled the trousers over her hips and arse and then kneeling on one knee he began tugging the clingy material down her thighs. Gemma helplessly re-presented herself three times in quick succession during this, as she presumably was now fighting more furiously but equally uselessly to move. As the trousers came over her mid thigh Gemma brought her feet together to allow them down and once past the knees where they were looser they fell around her ankles. I could see her legs shaking slightly as she felt the trousers dropping down over her knees as she uselessly resisted. To Jake’s surprise she then shakily stepped out of them, and again re-presented herself, now dressed only in a small lacy black thong and her four inch heels, her tits again jiggling deliciously.

Her body was inevitably for a girl of nearly eighteen absolutely gorgeous. Her flesh was taught and her curves full and round without any evidence of stretch marks or cellulite.

Jake now rose and again brought himself up close to Gemma, allowing his hands to explore her virtually naked body. Stepping back slightly he again reached his right hand to her crotch and briefly rubbed his middle fingers against her pussy over the lacy thong, before reaching for the top of the thong, and finding the top of the material he slowly began to slide his fingers down under it. Gemma re-presented herself again with a jiggle of her tits as she felt the hand slipping down. She then emitted an Oh’ sound as I saw Jake reach her pussy, and from the widening of his eyes I knew that for the first time in his life his fingers were exploring an aroused woman’s sex.
I saw Jake again now making gentle rubbing movements with his hand, and when I looked closely from the rear I could see that his middle fingers appeared under the lacy thong material to have entered the girl and to be now working inside her. Within a second she began to helplessly rock back and forth on the spot again as a second orgasm overwhelmed her.

Jake pulled his hand free from the thong, and taking hold of it as both sides began to pull it down over the girl’s hips. As it was pulled down over her thighs she again brought her feet together and allowed the thong to fall around her stilettos before compliantly stepping out of it. She was about to pose again for Jake however he grabbed the wrist of her left arm on the way and began pulling her over to the bed with an assertive, ‘come over here’ which made me feel deeply proud.

Once over to the bed Jake pulled off the duvet with one firm movement, seated himself on the edge and guided the naked girl over to his left side to sit beside him. She was trying to cover up with her free hand during this, and attempted to resist seating until Jake said, ‘sit down’ commandingly, whereupon she obligingly did so. He then reached over and recommenced his exploration of Gemma’s tits, and she compliantly put her hands to her head and stuck them out.

After a brief play with her left tit he reached over to kiss her again, so again she helplessly responded by throwing her arms around him and kissing him back passionately. Jake began to lie back as they kissed, and compelled to go on kissing him passionately Gemma lay down beside him with jiggle of her lovely breasts. They kissed for another minute or so and Jake again explored her crotch with his eager fingers as they did, forcing the poor girl into yet another orgasm as she embraced him.

This was too much for Jake. He pulled Gemma away from him and said, ‘let’s get onto the bed, and then hurriedly pulled his tee shirt over his head, pulling off his glasses as well with it without noticing. Gemma obediently climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, her tits dangling and her full round butt wiggling from side to side with her movements. Jake dropped his jeans and boxers and quickly struggled out of them, his raging erection bouncing free, and then got on the bed beside Gemma.

Jake again began kissing her and so her programming again forced her to kiss back and hold him. He began to lay down and Gemma was again helplessly forced to follow as she continued to kiss him and hold him as though he were the hottest guy in London.

After a minute of passionate kissing side by side Jake gently manoeuvred Gemma to her back. Once he had her on her back Jake then pushed her legs apart with a knee and got on top of her. Looking from an overview image from the base of the bed I saw there was some initial brief resistance to the legs parting as Gemma uselessly fought her programming, however her unconscious quickly responded by compelling her to split her legs as wide as she could and lift up her knees high accommodatingly, sticking her four inch stilettos in the air.

Jake settled himself between her legs and stopped kissing her to rest his head to the right side of hers, and as he did so he reached his right hand down to his crotch to guide his cock into her. Gemma automatically clutched at his shoulders, her eyes wide with ‘what the hell am I doing’ written in them. They widened slightly more as I saw Jake’s little butt press down, and she felt herself entered. Jake then reached his hand back up and under her shoulder, and taking a firm grip of both shoulders to hold her steady I saw his arse go down violently as he rammed himself inside her.

Inevitably the poor girl immediately climaxed, and as she was now being fucked the words I had programmed her to utter at such a time flowed out.

‘I submit myself to you, Jake! I submit myself to you, Jake!’ she said helplessly as the orgasm hit her and she her hips pistoned up and down on Jake’s impaling cock. I have no idea how he avoided coming then and there as a first-timer, but he did. Instead he began to fuck her aggressively, moaning in satisfaction. She therefore again helplessly responded by speaking the words I had instructed her to speak whilst continuing obediently to clutch at him.

I did not give her these phrases to speak out of pure maliciousness, though I have to admit that this did have something to do with it. Again these were designed to create an arousal loop. They were, of course, extremely humiliating things to say whilst lying there passively allowing someone to aggressively fuck her. This would ensure that during the fucking she would regularly be forced to orgasm by the aroused state the humiliation compelled her to.

‘Use me! Teach me my place! Take me! That’s it, take me and use me! Use me like a slut, that’s how I like it!’ she said as Jake’s arse pumped up and down on her. Within a couple of minutes the fucking and the humiliation of it all brought her to another climax.

‘I submit myself to you, Jake!’ she screamed in her orgasm clutching at him, with an intensity that almost suggested she actually meant it. Still amazingly Jake managed not to prematurely ejaculate, and he continued like a trooper to pump up and down on her.

‘Take me! Take me! Use me!’ Gemma continued.

She came yet again a minute or so later, and this finally was too much for Jake. I saw his movements briefly become more urgent before he froze with his cock rammed in her to the hilt and his body shook. Gemma feeling him climaxing clutched at him tightly and screamed out, ‘That’s it, come inside me and treat me like the slut that I am!’ She then also spasmed into an orgasm and screamed for the final time, ‘I submit myself to you, Jake! I submit!’

After that they did not move for some moments. Jake no doubt in a state of post-sexual euphoria. Gemma probably lying there wondering what just happened to her to make her do such things. Jake then rolled off Gemma, and as he did she silently attempted to rise to leave.

‘Don’t go. Stay here and lie next to me,’ Jake said, and of course Gemma obediently lay down next to him. He immediately began kissing her and fondling her again, and she therefore started passionately kissing him back. This continued for a few more minutes before that randy little son of mine is moving her to her back again, and yet again she spreads to accommodate him. Ding, ding, round two. This time it lasted a good 10 minutes with the poor girl climaxing helplessly every two or so minutes due to the humiliation of her behaviour and the submissive phrases she continually spoke during the fucking.

‘Teach me my place! Use me! That’s how I like it! Take me! Use me like a slut!’

At last Jake came in her again, and she screamed out her submission to him again after telling him to come inside her like the slut she was. Afterwards Jake lay there a while next to her and Gemma made no attempt to leave this time due to Jake having commanded her to lie next to him. They just lay there for a good twenty minutes with Jake having a sleep and Gemma lying there with her little brain trying to comprehend the events of the evening. I watched smiling the whole time, glowing with pride.

Eventually she spoke and waking him said she needed to use the toilet. Jake has an en-suite bathroom, naturally, so if she was intending sneaking away she was unlucky. Anyway, he allowed her to go to the toilet after pointing out where it was, and I could see his mind ticking away there whilst he awaited her return. When she eventually came out Jake had rose and seated himself on the edge of the bed. Gemma walked boldly over to where her clothes were to get dressed, presumably hoping she would now be allowed to. But as good fortune would have it Jake was now bold enough to be clear about what he wanted.

‘You know, Gemma, I’ve never been given oral sex by a woman. What we did then was just great, but I’ve always wondered what it is like, and you have such a gorgeous pout. I often wondered what it would be like for you to give ...’ Jake didn’t get to finish the sentence. Gemma dropped the thong she had picked up, and with a desperate look on her face walked over to where Jake was sitting, before kneeling down in front of him.

‘Please Jake,’ she said with a wavery voice, as though feeling uncontrollably compelled to do what she was doing, but at the same time wishing she could stop. ‘Please will you let me give you a blowjob?’

‘Wow!’ Jake replied, looking at those full red lips. ‘You most certainly can.’

Without further ado Gemma gets a hold of his now erect cock, slips it sensuously between those full red lips, and starts sucking greedily. Jake moaned. He continued to moan and groan in ecstasy throughout the girl’s ministrations, and despite having come twice already Jake came again within a couple of minutes. But she did have a lovely mouth and pretty face, so it’s not all that surprising for a virile 16 year old I suppose.

Gemma then followed her programming to the letter; sluttily looking into his eyes and showing him the load in her mouth before swallowing it. Then politely she said, ‘thank you.’ When she finished she again was blushing intensely.

She rose and turned, putting her head in her hands, and shook it in total confusion for a minute. Then she walked over to her clothes again and quickly began to get dressed, speaking to Jake as she did. ‘Jake can I go now please? I really would like to go now, if that’s alright.’

‘Okay. If that’s what you want,’ Jake said casually, rising and dressing himself. ‘I have to say I will remember this night for the rest of my life. It’s been great.’

Gemma shook her head again. It was certainly something that she would not forget.

As they left I also came out of my monitoring room to meet them at the bottom of the stairs.

‘Goodness, I’ve been waiting in the office for forty minutes,’ I said as they came down. ‘I thought the pair of you were never going to come down.’

Gemma was flushed red still and looking rather sheepish.

‘Look kids,’ I continued. ‘If I’m honest I did come up a few minutes ago to get you, and ... well ... I heard what was going on in there and ... well ... decided not to disturb you. I’m not judging you mind. I understand perfectly. You’re only young once and these things happen. Can I take it after this that we might be seeing a little more of you around here, Gemma?’ I said to the blushing girl.

‘I ... I didn’t mean to ... I don’t ...’ her voice trailed off at that point, as I suspect she was trying to say that she didn’t normally do such things and didn’t mean to, however her programming prevented her doing this as it would have indicated that something had changed in her behaviour.

‘No, don’t be embarrassed, Gemma. As I said I understand. But look, Jake,’ I said turning to my son. ‘I can’t allow you to have Gemma around every night if you two aren’t going to be able to keep your hands off each other when she’s here, or you won’t get any work done on your A levels. I’ll tell you what though, as a compromise how about it if we arrange for Gemma to visit every Tuesday and Friday evening and for her to stay the night with you. That should allow you two love birds to have a nice treat a couple of times a week as a break from all of your hard work. Shall we do that, Jake?’

‘Yes. For sure!’ Jake replied enthusiastically.

‘B .. but ...’ Gemma stammered.

Before she could continue I spoke again. ‘So Gemma, you’ll come over here to stay the night with Jake each Tuesday and Friday from now on, and no refusing, I insist. It will be good for the pair of you. You can start next Friday, say sevenish again, as Jake’s going to be going away for a week tomorrow. Wait a minute though,’ I said pausing and looking ponderous. ‘Don’t you have a boyfriend already, Gemma? He’s a footballer isn’t he?’

‘Y ... yes,’ Gemma stammered, with a slightly distraught look on her face. ‘And he’s going to be really angry when he finds out about this.’

‘Oh my. That complicates matters. I was thinking you were a single girl getting carried away by your hormones. I didn’t realise that you were ... well ... promiscuous. But that’s okay, it takes all kinds to make the world go round. Like I said, I’m not judging you, so please don’t be upset. My philosophy in life is to judge no-one. Besides it will be a good experience for my Jake to be taught the ways of the world by an .. erm .. *experienced* girl like yourself, as long as he doesn’t go becoming too attached to you.’ Gemma looked offended by these comments, but had nothing to say after what she had obviously just done with Jake. Besides which any comments would have involved suggesting that this was not her normal behaviour and no doubt her programming was interfering with her ability to communicate. I continued, ‘I’ll have to have a think about what to do to help you about your boyfriend. He’s not going to be too keen on knowing that his girlfriend has sex with other guys so easily. Don’t either of you say anything to him about any of this, though. Leave it to me. Now Jake, are you happy for Gemma to be going or would you like her to stay longer?’ I gave Jake a wink as I said this. He smiled back in return. He had been listening to my offensive comments to Gemma and her lack of clear response with amused if slightly puzzled interest.

‘Well if I’m honest, dad, I think I’d like her to stay the night,’ Jake replied.

‘No. I can’t do that. I really have to be going now,’ Gemma desperately responded. ‘I’ve just realised that I have to do some homework. I really need to go.’

‘Nonsense,’ I said with a smile at Jake. ‘Phone up your mother now, Gemma, and tell her you’ll be staying at a friend’s overnight. You can do your homework tomorrow or Sunday. You’ve got all weekend.’ Gemma immediately with a shocked look on her face teetered over to her coat to get her phone. She quickly phoned her mother and told her she was staying the night at a friend’s, and then when she finished her call I spoke to both of them again. ‘Well that’s excellent. Now you to get yourselves back to Jake’s room and enjoy yourselves.’ With that Jake tore upstairs, and Gemma continuing to blush crimson and looking confused and bewildered followed. She would be feeling embarrassed and humiliated by her compliant behaviour as well, and so inevitably her arousal would be increasing correspondingly. ‘She will be well ready for Jake again by the time she gets upstairs,’ I thought to myself evilly.

I went and got myself a drink, before retiring to bed a few minutes later with Dawn. On my way to my room I could hear again the rhythmic sound of Jake’s bed and the sound of Gemma’s voice, as she told him to treat her like a slut. It sounded like he most certainly was.

CHAPTER 2.

Gemma left early the following morning before I rose, which didn’t really concern me as I knew she would not be informing anyone of the night’s activities. After breakfast I helped Jake do his packing and then drove him to the Heathrow Airport to get his flight to New York. It had been arranged some weeks before for him to spend some time in the head offices of the company in order to get to know more about its functioning. This was something he had been looking forward to up until his new ‘relationship’ with Gemma. All morning now though he was finding reasons why he would rather stay.

‘But I don’t need to go dad. I can get just as much information from mailing the guys in New York as going there or talking to them over the phone or through a webcam.’

‘Jake, I’m not stupid. I know the reason you want to stay is because you want to spend more time with Gemma, and I don’t blame you. But you’ll have plenty opportunities after you get back next Friday. Just relax and take it slowly,’ I said.

Jake was quiet for a while, and then he spoke. ‘So how exactly did you get her to behave that way? It was like she’d been hypnotised or something.’

‘For now, Jake, you don’t need to know, so I’m not going to tell you. Please don’t discuss it with anyone, either. Okay?’ I replied.

He looked at me in silent curiosity for a time. Then he replied, ‘sure.’ I knew he meant it as well. Like I said, he’s his father’s son, and knows how to keep a secret.

* * *

Naturally I had timed my intervention with Gemma to be shortly before Jake was to be away for a week. I anticipated that there may be a necessity for me to intervene further with her after the initial ‘meeting’ with Jake, and after spending some time thinking I had decided on a plan. I quite evil one as well.

As I say, part of writing this account is catharsis. I am attempting to reconcile what I suppose are rather immoral behaviours to myself. Again, though, as I begin this second half of my account and see it written down, I only feel arousal. And so I suppose again I will have to leave the judgement to you, my dear reader.

So anyway, when I had decided upon my evil little scheme the first thing I did was phone Gemma on her mobile, which was conveniently left for me on her CV.

‘Hello,’ came Gemma’s voice on the other end of the phone.

‘Gemma, it’s Russell Kempton, listen to me, I have some instructions for you. First of all, are you alone?’

‘Yes. What do you want?’ came the now rather nervous reply.
‘I want you to go and do some shopping this afternoon, Gemma. Go into town and go to Ann Summers. I want you to buy some sexy lingerie. Some sexy patterned stockings, suspenders and a suspender belt and a matching sexy bra and brief set. Make sure they’re all your size. I then want you to bring them to my house at seven this evening. Make sure you come alone and do not inform anyone of what you are doing. Also make sure that you wear full make up so that you look as sexy as possible. Is that clear?’

‘Yes,’ came the nervous reply. ‘But ...’

‘There are no “buts” Gemma. Also I have a question: do you still have your old school uniform?’

Like many English Comprehensive schools Northlands had a uniform code that all pupils were required abide by up to year eleven. Those who stayed on to do A levels in years twelve and thirteen were exempt and allowed to wear casual clothes, being one step away from university. I was willing to bet she still had it tucked away, though, and it would make part of what I had planned for her more aesthetically pleasing.

‘Why do you want to know?’ came as surprisingly challenging response.

‘Simply answer the question and honestly, Gemma,’ I said.

‘Yes,’ came a rather terse reply.

‘Excellent,’ I said, no doubt with the relish evident in my voice. ‘Bring that with you as well in a carrier bag, and I mean all of it including the tie. In addition bring with you some white cotton panties, some knee high white stocking socks and your four inch stilettos. I’ll see you tonight.’ I then hung up.

* * *

I must confess to having a bit of a spring in my step for the rest of that day. The thought of my plans for Gemma made me feel rather like I imagined Jake must have felt the night before. In fact I spent most of the day clock watching trying to distract myself with work and with walks to little or no effect. At six thirty I took a Sildenofil tablet in readiness for the fun ahead: well I am getting on a little even with a gorgeous young girl for my attentions. At seven the predictable knock came at the door, and I was already as horny as hell.

I answered and Gemma was stood there, blushing profusely, dressed casually in jeans, a baggy tee shirt and trainers, with two carrier bags in her hands, one of which clearly had ‘Ann Summer’ written on the side.

‘Come in and follow me,’ I said.

Gemma entered and did so, and I led the way downstairs to my basement playroom. My playroom is a room that up to that point Jake did not know about. It was usually kept locked and I only used it with Dawn or another girl when Jake was not around.

It basically consists of two areas and a changing room. The first smaller area is dedicated to my hobby of glamour photography. This consists of the usual paraphernalia of photography: a plain white background, lighting, cameras and some focusing umbrellas. The second longer part of the room is dedicated to sex and corporal punishment, my other two hobbies. Well a chap has to have hobbies in his semi-retirement, doesn’t he?

Anyway, this second area is quite nicely laid out really. It has mirrors on the walls and ceiling, and nice red shag pile carpet. Along one of its walls are my cp areas. These first involve a chaise longue, which I find comfortable for spanking girls over the knee on. Then further along the room is what I call my paddling table. This basically consists of two foot square red cushioned stool to kneel on in front of a vertical two foot wide and one foot high board. At the back of this board is a two foot wide four foot long cushioned table, which goes down at a fortyfive degree angle, and on top of the vertical board there is raised cushioning along its length. The aim is for it allows a spankee to kneel and bend over the cushion nicely, with the cushioning throwing out the bum pertly. It works extremely well too actually.

Further along the room is my caning area. This is basically a table for my spankee to bend over, with raised cushioning along the edge to throw up and out the bum. It is height adjustable, allowing it to be raised or lowered to a height that will ensure the spankee’s legs are kept perfectly straight when bending. This added to the cushioning along the top I find makes the posture of the spankee just perfect for caning.

Along the other wall I have the equipment dedicated to sex. This firstly consists of a kingsize water bed, with loops along its edges for restraints to be secured, as and when required. Also however I have a couple of other pieces of equipment which I refer to as ‘sex stations.’ The first of these is designed for sex face to face. It consists of a cushioned three foot by four foot table at a fortyfive degree angle, with two slats coming up and away from it for the girl to rest her legs on. These are situated at an angle to the table that allows the girl to spread her legs wide and raise the knees when resting upon them. Again the table is height adjustable, allowing me to either kneel between the girls legs or stand between them to do the business.

Further along the wall is a similar ‘station,’ but for ‘doggie style’ sex. This basically allows a girl to kneel with her legs spread on two cushioned slats coming away from the unit around three feet apart, and bend over a cushioned board and table similar in design to my paddling table. Again it’s height adjustable, allowing me to either kneel or stand between the girls spread legs and enjoy whichever hole takes my fancy at the time.

I do hope I’ve not bored you with this digression, as I am rather proud of my playroom and I have had immense fun in there over the years. More recently since the events I recount so has my son. Anyway, I’ll now return to the story.

I had led Gemma down to the playroom and when we entered and she saw everything in there, well you can imagine that she was looking quite reticent about it all. I seated myself on my chaise longue and asked Gemma to sit opposite me on a chair I had brought down especially so that we could have a good frank face to face discussion before progressing any further. Gemma did as I asked, seating herself in the chair with her legs together and her hands on her lap defensively, after putting the carriers at her sides. She then asked,‘Where’s Jake?’ presumably thinking that she was again around for his benefit.

‘Oh, as I mentioned last night he’s gone away for the week. He’ll return Friday. He’s gone to New York to learn more about my business. It’s because of some concerns I have in relation to him that I’ve asked you to come down here tonight, Gemma. I think that there are a few things that need to be sorted out now that you will be seeing him regularly.’

‘Oh,’ she responded. ‘So ... what ... what are these for?’ she said, indicating the contents of the two bags at her sides with an expression on her face that suggested she didn’t really want to find out.

‘That will become self evident when I explain my concerns. Now basically I would say my concerns are threefold really. Firstly, Jake is very young and impressionable. I really have a concern that he may start to get rather attached to you and start to think of you as ... well ... like his girlfriend. And I really don’t think that it would be in his best interests to do so. As I mentioned last night, I think it’s quite clear that you are the kind of girl that can’t say no. I believe the psychological term is nymphomania, and well ...’

‘I’m not a nymphomaniac!’ Gemma responded with anger that took me by surprise. ‘I just ... couldn’t ...’ Her voice then trailed off as again her programming prevented her saying anything that indicated that she had recently changed in her behaviours.

‘Gemma, did you or did you not have a night of promiscuous sex with my son?’

‘Yes ... but ...’ Gemma stammered.

‘Well, look Gemma, I’ll be frank with you. Jake and I have a very open relationship and talk about everything. Jake told me before he left today that you didn’t appear to be able to say no to anything he tried with you. And he said that you were really enthusiastic. That doesn’t sound like the behaviour of the average self-controlled eighteen year old girl with a young sixteen year old boy. I might not have a psychology degree but it seems to me very much like the behaviour of a nymphomaniac.’

Gemma was shaking her head and looking confused. My argument was fairly compelling and her little brain was mulling it over and apparently seriously considering it.

‘Did you intend to have sex with Jake when you came to my house yesterday to discuss the clerical job?’ I continued.

‘No, of course not,’ Gemma replied.

‘Well then, it appears incontrovertible to me. He simply made advances to you and you were unable to refuse, despite the fact that you apparently have a boyfriend. By definition you are a nymphomaniac. Anyway, to be blunt you can understand why I don’t want my son getting too attached to you. I have no problem with him using you for sex, but I don’t want him getting emotionally embroiled with a girl that will sleep around like you. I’m sorry if that offends you.’

Gemma again seemed angry, but again was unable to suggest she did not normally behave in that way. So I continued.

‘So the danger of him becoming emotionally attached is one issue. A second is this boyfriend of yours. Obviously I have concerns that if he finds out that you are sleeping with Jake he might become violent. So that will need to be addressed as well. And finally there is the matter of the practical joke that you and your boyfriend played on Jake.’ Gemma’s eyes had opened wide when I mentioned the subject and quite clearly knew about the matter. ‘Oh yes, I do know about that,’ I replied in response. ‘Anyway, I don’t feel that you have ever been adequately punished for that. So that’s another matter that will need addressing. First things first, though, Gemma. I think that we will begin with some glamour photography. Go into the changing room and change into the underwear you bought from Ann Summers. Wear nothing else except the stilettos, and ensure you are as sexy as possible. I’ll give you ten minutes then I want you over in my photography area ready, okay?’

‘But I don’t want to ... I ...’ Even as she spoke she was rising and walking to the changing room with the Ann Summers carrier bag.
Ten minutes later Gemma emerged from the changing room dressed in the sexy lingerie. She looked incredibly attractive. She wore a matching lacy black bra and panty set with small pink bows attached, and a matching suspenders and suspender belt. Below were lovely black patterned stockings and her four inch heels.

She approached my photography area pensively, attempting to cover up with her hands rather ridiculously and blushing. I had prepared the area in advance, whilst she had changed, switching on the lighting and my digital camera and computer, which was given direct feed. I put the chair Gemma had been sitting on in the central area to be photographed as a prop facing the camera, and then indicated it to her.

‘Over here, Gemma. Stand facing the chair,’ I said.

Gemma did as instructed, but paused on the way and attempted to speak to me. I took it that she had in some way attempted to rebuke my behaviour towards her, as after briefly shaking she smiled and said, ‘thank you.’

‘That’s fine Gemma. I’m glad you appreciate my interest in you. Now over to the chair. Stand facing it with your legs straight and parted, then lean on the back, stick out your bum and look over your shoulder at the camera.’

Gemma did as instructed again. Her face looked distraught though, as she stood sticking out her gorgeous backside and looking over her shoulder in what should have been an extremely sexy pose.

‘Smile and look like your enjoying yourself, Gemma,’ I said. Gemma did so and I took a couple of pictures.

‘Now stand up straight. Keep your legs parted and straight and your butt out, and keep looking over your shoulder at the camera and smiling. Then reach behind you and undo your bra clasps. Yes that’s it,’ I said as she did so and I took more pictures.

‘Okay, now turn and face the camera. Keep smiling and looking like your enjoying yourself and then slowly slip the bra off. Excellent,’

I said as she complied and I took further snaps. They were really turning out rather good as well.

‘Now drop the bra to the floor and stand at a slight angle to the camera. Now put your arms to your sides, stick out your bum and tits and pout at the camera sexily.’

Again Gemma did as instructed. But her breathing was becoming increasingly fast and she was blushing more profusely. The embarrassment of her compliantly sexy dress and behaviour was undoubtedly getting her really hot.

‘Great,’ I said after taking further snaps of her topless. Her tits really were gorgeously large and firm. ‘Now turn to face the chair again, bend over slightly and stick out your bum. Good. Now look over your shoulder and smile at the camera again, and as you do slowly peel down your panties.’

Gemma was shaking slightly resisting the command, however complied, and slowly began peeling down the panties of her jutting backside. Once down over her thighs the camera got a good view of the two lovely cheeks and a glimpse of the pussy low down between them.

‘Excellent, Gemma. Now drop the panties and step out of them.’ Gemma did as instructed, her breathing continuing to increase with her embarrassment and as a consequence her helpless arousal. ‘Good,’ I continued. ‘Now spread your legs wide, point your toes in, bend over with your legs straight, stick out your butt and lean on the chair. That’s it, let me get a really good view of your pussy. Look over your shoulder at the camera again, and look at it as though you are aroused and inviting yourself to be fucked from behind.’

Gemma did so, shakily as she fought the compulsion to obey. She didn’t have to look as though she was turned on though, she most certainly was. Her exposed pussy gaped and was glistening with her juice. The air was aromatic with it. I wanted to fuck her then and there, but I was determined to do everything in order. Our shoot came first, and her punishment second. Then anything else. Once I got a few good picks I instructed her again.

‘Now finally, Gemma, I want you to turn and sit on the edge of the chair and lean against the back facing the camera, then spread your legs as wide as you can and lift your knees up high so the camera gets a full frontal view of your pussy. That’s it,’ I said as the blushing girl helplessly complied. She really looked as though she were about to come now, which fitted into the shoot quite well. ‘Now reach down under your thighs and part your pussy lips with your fingers and show your hole to the camera. Look at the camera as though you desperately need it to be fucked.’

Again the girl helplessly complied, looking for all the world now as though she were on the verge of an orgasm, unable to hide the fact and really did want desperately to be fucked. As she opened her pussy up her juices slowly trickled out and she was emitting moans of helpless pleasure.

‘Truly excellent, Gemma. You really are enjoying this aren’t you. That pussy of yours looks saturated. I’ll tell you what, just to finish off the shoot perfectly keep your pussy parted with your left hand then reach your right hand down over your legs and masturbate yourself to orgasm.’

Gemma’s shaking fingers obeyed my instructions. She looked utterly horrified as they did though. I got some good shots of her wide eyed staring transfixed at the fingers of her right hand approaching her clit. She began rubbing the middle fingers of her hand up and down on her clit, and within three stokes she threw back her head as an orgasm rocked her body. It took several pictures in quick succession during this, getting some excellent shots of her with her eyes closed in an obvious state of orgasmic ecstasy and her fingers inside herself.

When she came down from her orgasm I told her she could get up and that the shoot was complete. ‘Come and look at the results,’ I said seating myself by my computer and putting up the shoot of pictures on the large monitor.

Gemma walked over, covering her modesty with her hands and the panties and bra she had picked up. She again looked horrified and distraught as she looked at the shoot of herself undressing and posing for the camera and finally masturbating herself to an orgasm. She then looked at me questioningly.

‘What ... what’s going to happen to those?’ she said in a concerned tone.

‘I propose to “out” you as a nymphomaniac, Gemma. I have a friend in the porn business who runs a rather seedy magazine called *Sluts on Show*. You may of heard of it. It’s quite successful. Well let’s just say he owes me a favour that I’m going to call in. I’m going to make sure that he has you on the cover of the next issue and uses the best pictures from this shoot as the main feature.’
‘No!’ Gemma cried, before shaking silently for a moment as her attempts to speak were undoubtedly interpreted by her unconscious as attempts to rebuke me for sexually abuse. She then simply smiled and said, ‘Thank you.’

‘Why it’s a pleasure, Gemma. I’m pleased that you appear to be coming around to accepting what you are. I also however want you to assist the process. I’m going to print you off some of the best pictures. You will tell all of your friends proudly about your photo shoot and your forthcoming appearance in *Sluts on Show* and show them to them. You will smile and sound really enthusiastic and proud about it, and how you’ve decided to have a career in the sex industry as a model and also as a professional escort. You will take particular attention with that boyfriend of yours. I want you to tell him that you won’t just be having sex with him from now on as you’ve discovered that you enjoy having lots of sex with lots of different men, and have decided to pursue a career in porn and as an escort as a result.’

‘But this is awful!’ Gemma exclaimed. ‘Everyone will think I’m the biggest slut in London.’

‘But we have already discovered that a slut is exactly what you are, Gemma, haven’t we? It will be for your own good for everyone to know that in the end. You’ll only have to face the fact at some point ultimately anyway, so it might as well be now. And also it will neatly solve two of the problems I discussed earlier. Let’s face it, that boyfriend of yours has a simple choice: he can either finish with you if he doesn’t fancy having a girlfriend who sleeps around with other men and earns a living doing that, or he can simply accept it and use you for the sex himself as well as accepting other men will be also. Either way he isn’t going to be annoyed at Jake for having sex with you the way he would if you were monogamous. Also once I’ve shown these pictures and the magazine to Jake and discussed your character, there won’t be any danger of him becoming too attached to you either. He will see you as someone to have as – what do the Americans call it – a fuck buddy.’

Gemma was not attempting to cover up anymore. Her face was in her hands and she was shaking her head in confusion with a ‘this can’t be happening’ look on her face.

‘So that deals with two of the issues, however we still have the matter of the practical joke you played on Jake. Go into the changing room and change into your school uniform. Don’t forget to put on the white cotton panties and the white socks as well as your stilettos over the top of them. Make sure you look as much like a sexy schoolgirl as possible. I’ll expect you out in ten minutes.’

Gemma picked up her other carrier bag from where she had been sitting earlier and walked to the changing room, with a look of fear and confusion on her face.

Whilst she was changing I got out my favourite cane and a nice firm wooden five inch diameter paddle, and put them on their requisite cp stations. I also moved the chair from my photography area back to its original position in front of the chaise longue, before seating myself at the open right hand edge. Ten minutes later Gemma emerged. As before she was blushing and was wringing her hands in front of her in uncertainly. The uniform she wore made her look very kinky. It consisted of a tight grey mid thigh length skirt, a blouse top and a red and black diagonally striped tie, which she had tied with a scruffy large knot. The white knee high socks and stilettos made the sexy schoolgirl look complete, just as I had planned.

As she walked over I indicated to Gemma to sit in the chair again. ‘Now, Gemma,’ I said with a firm tone once she was seated. ‘I am extremely unhappy with what you did to Jake. It was very embarrassing and humiliating for him, and you were never properly punished as the instigator.’

‘But we were punished. We had to do detentions. But why are you talking about this here? What are you going to do?’ she asked, with real concern in her voice. No doubt the purpose of the cp stations in the room had eluded her up to that point, possibly thinking that they were all for sexual purposes or photography or something. I suppose she wasn’t that bright or particularly experienced, so it was understandable enough.

‘Well I don’t happen to think that these modern day so called punishments are particularly effective. Do you still have copies of the pictures you took of Jake for example? Answer me honestly, now, Gemma.’

‘Yes,’ Gemma blurted out, with a surprised look appearing on her face immediately afterwards as though she were not expecting to answer the question that way.

‘Well there you go then. That just proves my point. Make sure that you arrange for all copies to be destroyed when you leave tonight. Now, the punishment – I happen to believe that old fashioned punishments are the best and most effective; punishments with a deterrent effect. So I intend to spank you, Gemma. And not just spank you but paddle you and cane you as well. I’m afraid that you won’t be sitting down comfortably for a few days after I’ve finished with you.’

After I said this Gemma was sat with her eyes wide and her mouth open with shock. For a moment she didn’t speak. She then simply said, ‘surely you can’t be serious?’

‘Oh, but I am Gemma,’ I replied, resisting the temptation to add on, and don’t call me Shirley.

‘But that’s assault, and it’s illegal. You ...’ Her voice then suddenly trailed off and she shook slightly. She then smiled and said, ‘Thank you.’

I chuckled to myself at the response. Obviously she had read that my motives were not just to punish her now; let’s face it, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out after I’d got her to dress as a sexy schoolgirl for the punishment. So of course her programming had interpreted attempts to argue against it as complaining at what was effectively a form of sexual abuse, and had instead compelled her to respond with a polite ‘thank you.’

‘That’s okay, Gemma,’ I replied in an amused tone. ‘I must say I’m surprised at you thanking me for this and being so contrite, though. Perhaps we’re going to learn something else about you that neither of us was aware of before today – at least me anyway. And perhaps my punishment isn’t going to as much of a deterrent as I’d hoped. Well we’ll just have to see. Now stand up and come over here next to me at the end of the chaise longue.’

Gemma blushing did as she was instructed. As she did so she attempted to speak again, obviously desperate to talk me out of what I was doing, so her programming again forced her to smile and say, ‘Thank you’ politely.

‘Goodness, Gemma,’ I said to her now stood next to me. ‘You are full of surprises. I really am beginning to think you’re submissive as well as promiscuous. Well let’s see. Lie across my lap with your legs over the end of the chaise longue. Ensure that your bottom is over my right thigh. Then stretch out your legs so they’re perfectly straight behind you and stick out your bottom.’

Gemma immediately began to comply, though shaking a little as she uselessly attempted to resist the compulsion. Once she lay across my lap she then also compliantly stretched out her legs behind her perfectly straight and stuck out her bottom. I have to say that she made the most delightful target. And I’m sure you can imagine that her large bubble bottom over my thigh, now being agreeably jutted out so nicely in the clingy grey schoolgirl skirt was just asking for a firm spanking.

So I began immediately. At first my strokes were relatively light to warm her up, my strokes alternating between the centres of the two cheeks. I then gradually became firmer. The cheeks were quite fatty and my hands sank into them satisfyingly with each firmer smack, with jiggles and ripples coursing through them, and loud CLAP noises filling the room.

After only a few of these firmer smacks, which were obviously stinging Gemma, she began to squirm. Her stilletoed right foot came up and her bottom dropped as a particularly firm spank landed on the centre of the right cheek with particularly loud CLAP! noise. This was followed by her right hand flying to the area to rub the cheek and defend it from further attention.

‘Gemma, really,’ I said, mockingly. ‘And here was me thinking you were contrite. You nearly had me believing you were enjoying what we’re doing in fact. But behaving defensively like this really won’t do. We’ll have to teach you how to take punishment obediently. So first of all let’s get this hand out of the way.’

As I said this I took hold of the wrist of Gemma’s right hand and pulled it away from the bottom cheek it was rubbing and upwards to the small of her back. She offered some resistance to this, and was quite strong, so it took a few seconds. Once there I said, ‘now, Gemma, don’t put either of your hands any lower than here at the base of your back until I’ve finished spanking you.’ I then let go of Gemma’s wrist and the hand remained were it was for a moment, with Gemma briefly struggling to return it to her bottom against the invisible barrier of my command that prevented her doing so. She then moved the hand to her right side before across to her left, trying to find a way through the invisible barrier equally uselessly. After which she returned it down in front of her aggressively to the chaise longue in impotent frustration.

‘Also, Gemma,’ I continued, ‘stick your bottom back out and put both of your legs back out straight. And this time don’t move from the position from the waist down under any circumstances no matter how much the spanking hurts until I’ve finished spanking you and give you permission to do so.’

Gemma immediately again complied, and the bottom was stuck out pertly in the taught grey skirt above perfectly straight legs with white socks and stilettos.

I again then began spanking the cheeks, though immediately as firmly as I could this time. A loud CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noise filled the room as my hand sank alternately into the two jutting fatty cheeks, and Gemma began ‘owing’ and ‘yowling’.

‘Ouch! Oww! It hurts!’ she squealed as the CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noise continued. She also began physically fighting the restraint of my commands, but still uselessly. She pushed on the chaise longue in front of her and her shoulders came up as she tried to rise, but she only succeeded in concaving her back and plumping out her bum cheeks more to my attentions as she remained perfectly in position from the waist down.

After spanking her for a further thirty seconds or so and watching her pushing up and down and yowling I paused and took hold of the base of the grey skirt. I then slowly peeled it up and over the jutting cheeks revealing as instructed the most beautiful complementary pair of white cotton panties. They were quite large and bisected each of the cheeks diagonally, defining their curve nicely and their whiteness contrasting the pinkening cheeks underneath.

I pulled them up so they were nice and taught over the cheeks before stroking my hand over them and enjoying the softness of the material over the warm round buttocks. And then without further ado I began firmly spanking them.

Gemma again immediately began ‘owing’ and ‘yowling’, though now with more passion as the less protected cheeks no doubt stung more. She again also started pushing up against the chaise longue in a vain attempt to rise, her head and shoulders bobbing up and down making her look like someone doing some bizarre variation of press ups. After a few particularly hard full force smacks her hands then suddenly flew back with a sudden intake of breath from her in shock in an attempt to defend herself – only to find they were still unable to reach the stinging cheeks any further than the small of her back, no matter how hard she tried.

After giving both cheeks a few more full force smacks to demonstrate the fact she couldn’t defend them, and watching as I did so her fingers working uselessly to try to find a root through my command barrier, I paused again. I then took hold of the cotton panties either side and slowly lowered them, peeling them down sensuously over the two jutting bubble cheeks until they were around her thighs. As I did so I heard Gemma moan with a distinct sound of pleasure. I looked at her in the mirrored wall opposite us and could see from the side view of her face that she was a crimson colour and her eyes were wide with shock.

I smiled recognising that as I expected she was extremely aroused as a result of the embarrassment and humiliation she was feeling, possibly to the point of an orgasm. She was clearly finding this reaction quite shocking, and no doubt attempting to repress it as much as she was able. I determined to confirm my suspicion by worsening the situation for her.

‘Gemma, whilst I’m spanking you I want you to look to your right into the mirror opposite us and look at me. I want to be able to see your reactions clearly, so make sure your hair is out of the way and you keep looking at me continuously and making eye contact as much as possible.’

Gemma immediately moved her hair away from her face over her ear, and looked to her right at me into the mirror. Her embarrassment appeared to have increased as she was obviously finding it difficult to hide her state now. Again this would loop her into an increased sense of arousal. She would be close now. So without further pause I recommenced spanking the lovely pink peach, so compliantly jutted out and presented to me.

Loud CLAP! noises again filled the room as the now defenceless flesh jiggled and bounced under my firm hand. Gemma yet again commenced ‘owing’ and uselessly struggling to defend herself and move out of position – her right hand in particular alternating between pushing against the chaise longue to attempt to assist her rise and flying back after particularly stinging smacks to her right cheek to defend it. Despite this she continued to look at me in the mirror to her right throughout, and I attempted to look back at her and maintain eye contact as much as possible, ensuring that she knew that I was aware of her becoming increasingly aroused, and desperate for what was happening to stop as a result before she was brought to orgasm.

Of course I didn’t stop and as I continued to rhythmically and firmly spank the cheeks I noticed her eyes suddenly widen in a now familiar moment of horror. She then said, ‘Oh no! Oh my god!’ and then a loud ‘Ohhhh!’ and her bubble bottom cheeks began to pump up and down in synchronicity with my spanks as she helplessly climaxed. She then made a few more groaning noises before settling. I immediately paused and spoke.

‘Gemma, did you just have an orgasm, or did I just imagine it?’

Gemma was silent. Her head moved from side to side as in her shame as she tried to look away from me in the mirror, though inevitably she was unable to do so.

‘Answer me and honestly, Gemma,’ I cruelly insisted.

‘Yes,’ came the strangled reply from the crimson shame faced girl.

I decided against spanking her any more immediately as she was now so deep into an arousal loop that she would have climaxed within moments, and my hand was getting quite sore anyway. I therefore decided to move on.
‘It seems that you are submissive as well as a slut, Gemma. Well it’s no use me spanking you like this if you are enjoying it. My intent is to punish you and offer you a deterrent from further inappropriate behaviour, not pleasure you. I can see I’ll have to be firmer. Stand up and pull up your panties.’

Gemma immediately did as instructed, also pulling down the skirt, looking slightly relieved as she rubbed the sore cheeks now able to reach them and no longer having to look at the mirror.

I walked over to the paddling table and then said, ‘over here, Gemma.’

Gemma walked over, still rubbing the sore cheeks.

‘Now kneel on the stool here and bend over the table. When you are comfortable press down your stomach to the table and allow the cushioning along the top here to stick out your bottom.’

Gemma complied with my instructions, kneeling on the stool area and bending over the fortyfive degree angled table in front, though clearly reluctantly. When she had done so she then concaved her back down and allowed the cushioning along the top of the table to jut out the bottom to best effect. Her bum was again now perfectly presented for my attention through the taught grey skirt. I think that this kneeling position helps to plump out the bottom in a particular way for paddling, which is why I use it for the purpose. For someone with a bottom like Gemma it really emphasised the full plumpness of it complete. I would defy anyone to feel like paddling her in that position.

‘Now, Gemma, the same principles apply. You will maintain the position from the waist down without moving until I have finished, and you will not allow your hands any lower than the small of your back until I have finished.’

I then patted the wooden paddle against the left cheek as I stood to her side taking aim. After enjoying the sight of Gemma in the school uniform, white socks and stilettos so delightfully presenting her bottom to me I delivered the first blow to the left cheek. This was with full force as hard as I could. A loud SPLAT! noise filled the room and the cheek bounced under the taught skirt from the force of the impact, flattening out completely for an instant. Gemma squealed and her head and shoulders flew up and her hands back to the stinging cheek. Unfortunately the programming again prevented her moving from the waist down, resulting in her merely arching her back and plumping out her bum to greater effect. Her hands again failed to get any lower that the small of her back, where they worked uselessly to reach the cheek.

Taking advantage of her plumping out her bottom to best effect in this reaction I delivered a similar blow to the right cheek. Again there was a shrill squeal from the girl and further useless attempts at self defence and movement from the perfect posture as a loud SPLAT! noise filled the room.

‘Excellent, Gemma.’ I said. ‘You are holding position well all things considered. I hope you’re not enjoying this as well. Goodness me, I’m never going to be able to adequately punish you at this rate. Anyway, I’ll tell you what. So that I can concentrate my full attention on ensuring you are punished correctly you can count out the strokes I give you. I think we will have a set of eighteen: six over your skirt, then six over just your panties, followed by the last six on the bare bottom. As you count each stroke out say “sir” and then “thank you, sir” each time. Oh, and those first two practice smacks won’t be counted. Now let’s begin.’

I quickly delivered the first blow to the left cheek in the same spot as before and with equal force. There again was a loud SPLAT! noise, and Gemma yowled and struggled uselessly for a few seconds before saying, ‘One, sir. Thank you sir’ meekly.

I gave her a few more seconds to contemplate her bizarrely out of character submissive behaviour before delivering the second stroke to the right cheek with full force. After the SPLAT! noise and Gemma wriggling she again spoke. ‘Two, sir. Thank you, sir.’

The next four were delivered similarly, and each time Gemma compliantly counted out the stroke as instructed. I undertook the process slowly, giving Gemma time after she had counted the stroke out to contemplate the indignity of the situation and her humiliatingly compliant behaviour. After the sixth it was evident that her breathing had visibly increased and her blush also, as the humiliation compelled her to ever heightened states of arousal. As my plan continued it would get ever more embarrassing.

Pausing I took hold of the grey skirt and peeled it up and over the jutting cheeks until it was safely up around her waist, revealing for a second time the lovely white cotton panties. I pulled these up taught so they displayed the cheeks to best aesthetic effect in conjunction with the white socks, stilettos and Gemma’s posture, before continuing.

I delivered the seventh stroke to the left cheek with full force. The almost entirely unprotected cheek made a loud CLAP! sound under the impact of the firm wooden paddle, and pancaked flat for a second. Gemma squealed still more shrilly and then said ‘Awww! Awww!’ out loud. Simultaneously she fought and struggled to move and reach the stinging cheek with greater energy than before, but equally uselessly. After three or so seconds she calmed, and then said meekly, ‘Seven, sir. Thank you sir.’

After allowing her a few seconds to think about this I delivered the next stroke to the right cheek. Her behaviour was identical. This progressed throughout the second set. By the twelfth stroke her eyes in the mirror in front of her were not just visibly displaying distress, but again shock. I could read her like a book now. She was clearly again approaching an orgasm. She only needed a little push to send her over the edge. So I gave it to her by taking hold of the thin cotton panties, and slowly pulling them down again over her bottom to mid thighs.

‘Now spread your legs slightly, Gemma, so that your pussy is displayed to me. I want you to experience the true indignity of having to be punished like this.’ Gemma compliantly did as instructed, her bending and jutting posture forcing her to display her gaping pussy between her legs now. It was obviously wet with her arousal and again deliciously aromatic with the musty odour of her need. She was undoubtedly fully aware of this being evident, which caused her breathing to increase a little more as her embarrassment and resultant arousal increased correspondingly.

CLAP!!! The sound rang out loud as I targeted the now naked and unprotected vulnerable centre of the left cheek again. After flattening out and bouncing the centre of the cheek briefly whitened, before turning a deeper red colour than the rest of the now reddened buttock. Gemma squealed and fought briefly, emitting an ‘Awww! Awww!’ as she vainly spasmodically struggled to move out of the posture or reach the stinging nate. Recovering slightly she then helplessly said, ‘Thirteen, sir. Thank you sir.’ I saw her eyes then widen and she again said, ‘Oh no!’ And then her eyes semi-closed and she wailed a loud ‘Oh! Ohh! Ohhhh!’ and her bubble bottom pumped back and forth in unison as she came.

I gave her a moment to recover before speaking.

‘Good lord, Gemma. You know, I have spanked many submissive women in my time, but I have come across few who take such erotic pleasure in such a firm paddling. It seems that paddling alone is not going to be enough. I’m glad I planned for you to be caned as well. But first things first. Let’s tenderise these cheeks a little more to prepare you.’

CLAP!! Another firm stroke was delivered to the right cheek, followed by a yowl, struggles and eventually Gemma meekly and embarrassedly saying, ‘Fourteen sir. Thank you sir.’ I delivered the next three similarly, taking my time and giving the girl maximum opportunity to contemplate her humiliating position and humiliating punishment and more importantly her undignified submissive responses. Inevitably this was heightening her arousal, and by the final stroke she was again on the brink of an orgasm. She looked like she was valiantly attempting to avoid this last indignity before the end of the paddling. But it was not a something I planned to allow her.

I delivered the final stroke as heavily as I could to the right cheek. An enormous CLAP!!! Noise filled the room, the buttock pancaked flat and bounced again, and whitened before turning a now deep crimson colour in its centre. Gemma yowled, ‘Awwww! Awwww! Awwww!’ and struggled with all her might to rise, pumping her head and shoulders up and down and punching her hands back against the invisible barrier at the base of her spine to get to her stinging bottom. But it was all futile. She remained perfectly in position from the waist down with the purple wobbling jutting bubble bottom pertly presented and her shaking fingers above unable to get near it.
As she began to calm I reached my right hand between the spread legs and gently inserted my second finger into the gaping wet slit so that the tip gently touched the area where her clit stood out. I then waited for her to speak.

Her face was nearly as crimson as her backside and the expression a mixture of painful distress and fear at what I knew was the level of her arousal. Her jaw was also shaking slightly, as she presumably was fighting the compulsion to speak. Inevitably however as she calmed, and no matter how much she attempted not to she began to speak. ‘Eighteen, sir.’ As she began I cruelly began to gently tickle my finger against her clit to send her over the edge. ‘Th ... Thank you sir. Ohh! Ohhhhh!’ The bottom again began to pump spasmodically back and forth, and I held my finger still allowing her to helplessly rub her clit against it as she did, making the orgasm even more intense for her. When she began to calm and her breathing slow I removed my hand and spoke.

‘Well I don’t know what to say, Gemma,’ I said attempting to sound aghast. ‘You really are one hot slutty girl. I’m beginning to despair of how I might adequately punish you. Well I’ll have to keep trying, or you may be playing cruel practical jokes on people again. Perhaps six of the best will assist you. Stand up and follow me. There’s no need to pull up your panties or pull down your skirt. Keep them where they are.’ With that I walked over to my caning table and picked up my cane. As Gemma approached holding up her skirt and holding on to her panties around her thighs I swished the cane around a little in preparation.

‘Now stand up against the table with your legs shoulder width apart,’ I said. When she had done so I adjusted the height of the table with a foot peddle at one side so that it was at the level of her hips. ‘Now, Gemma. Bend over and get your tummy down flat on the table so the cushioning on the edge of the table throws up your bottom nicely, and lean on it with hands and elbows. Make sure you keep both feet on the floor though. That’s it, excellent,’ I said as she shakily complied.

I had adjusted the table’s height so that it prevented her bending her knees in the position I had her in. The only way she could have done so would have been to lift a leg, and I had deliberately told her to keep her feet on the floor so she couldn’t. She was therefore forced to keep her legs perfectly straight as she bent over at ninety degrees and also to concave her back down and thrust upwards her bubble bottom simultaneously. Needless to say it made a delicious site and was a perfect position for the cane.

‘Again, Gemma, the same principles apply. Keep yourself perfectly in position from the waist down: no kicking your feet up, moving your legs from the spot or bending your knees, and no allowing your tummy to come up from the table. Keep your back down, and your hips up so that your bum juts out perfectly. Also, again, your hands are not permitted any lower than the base of your back until I’ve finished. Finally, I’d like you to assist me similarly during this caning, Gemma. Count each stroke as you did with the paddle, and in an identical way.’
I then approached her and ensured that the skirt was nicely pulled up around her waist and the panties low down on the thighs before I began. Once happy this was the case I then took to paces back and positioned myself to get the best swing, and tapped the cane against the middle of the two buttocks, taking careful aim to ensure that it would catch both as evenly as possible.

I have to admit that it was quite cruel to cane her at this time, as the central areas of the two reddened cheeks where I aimed the cane were now a deep crimson purple colour from my firm paddling, and must have been extremely hot and sore. Even as I simply tapped the cane against the areas the poor girl reacted as though hit. You will undoubtedly think me most definitely some kind of psychopath when I tell you that not only did this not discourage me form caning her, or perhaps to do so less firmly, but in actual fact encouraged me to do so with greater vigour. The bottom is extremely resilient to punishment, though. And Gemma was being punished for an actual reason. That’s my excuse, anyway. I suppose the sadistic pleasure at her responses was another, however.

Anyway, after tapping the cane against the cheeks and ensuring perfect positioning I brought it back behind me and then swung at the area full force. The cane whistled through the air and then impacted the central purpled areas of both cheeks with a loud CRACK!!! noise. It briefly sank into them before bouncing back. A white line was temporarily left which began to flush a deeper red immediately, and Gemma emitted a louder shrill squeal as the line of burning pain hit her. Her shoulders reared up, and simultaneously both hands shot back to reach the abused cheeks. Yet again both efforts were futile. Her hands seeming to hit a wall at the base of her back and her shoulders only going up as far as her back would bend upwards.

I waited patiently as the girl’s reactions subsided, which took a little longer than it did with the paddling. She moved up and down some three times as she said ‘Aww. Aww. It hurts,’ and transferred her hands between the table at her sides and the base of her back as she repeatedly tried to reach to the burning cheeks uselessly. As her struggling subsided she then said shakily, ‘One sir. Thank you sir.’

I immediately tapped the cane again on the cheeks, this time a couple of inches lower than the first stroke. After taking careful aim I then delivered the second stroke with similar force. It landed perfectly, just below the first. Another white line was briefly left before quickly turning crimson, and again the girl squealed loudly and began struggling with even greater vigour to rise or reach the area with her hands. Still her programming held her, as I knew it would, and no matter how aggressively she tried to pump her shoulders up and down to force herself up straight and no matter how much she tried to force her hands past the base of her back to reach her bottom she was unable. She remained perfectly bent over: her legs perfectly straight and shoulder width apart and her tummy pressed down flat on the table allowing the cushioning to raise her hips and maintain her in a perfect ninety degree bend. The red and now purple bubble bottom cheeks were presented perfectly still throughout.

‘Two sir. Thank you sir,’ the girl said as she calmed whilst looking at herself in the mirrored wall opposite in confused disbelief. Her face was also flushed red, and I knew that despite the intensity of the pain the embarrassment and humiliation of the situation would be having another effect.

The cane swished through the air again and another loud CRACK!!! Noise filled the room.

‘Yawwww!’ Gemma screamed, and after again uselessly straining to rise from the perfect ninety degree bend and uselessly attempting to reach the scalding cheeks she beat her small fists against the table. She then said shakily, ‘Three sir. Thank you sir.’

The look of shock was now back on her face though. She was again close to a climax despite the painful abuse she was experiencing. I therefore continued without pause.

CRACK!!! The forth stroke rang out around the room, this time cruelly targeted at the base of her buttocks at the sensitive dimples where the jutting bubble cheeks met the girl’s thighs. Gemma’s eyes opened wide and she gave a sharp intake of breath at the intensity of the pain before howling, and struggling most vigorously yet again the command restraints. Despite the intensity of her struggles she was held in position by them though. So she then again beat her fists against the table and ‘Awwed’ and ‘Yawwed’ with the pain in impotent frustration. But as this subsided after a few seconds, though obviously uselessly resisting the compulsion, she then said, ‘Four sir. Thank you sir.’

‘Excellent, Gemma. You are taking this beating really well, and very obediently, I have to say,’ I replied chidingly. I then delivered the fifth stroke just below the central area of the buttock with another CRACK!!! Noise sounding. Her struggles were not as intense this time, and she quickly said, ‘Five sir. Thank you sir.’ The tone of her voice was different this time, though. It was sensuous and slightly panicked, telegraphing to me that she was on the brink of an orgasm and desperately wanted this over with as quickly as possible before her humiliation was made complete.

I therefore paused to give her time to contemplate her situation and her compliance before delivering the final stroke. This I knew would maximise her arousal. I then delivered the stroke as hard as I possibly could, and aimed again at the area I judged to be sorest: the central area where she had been spanked, paddled and already had two cane strokes. The final CRACK!!! sound filled the room, and Gemma yowled out louder than she had all night and fought more furiously than she had all night. Desperately she pushed herself up and down against the table to try to rise. Desperately she punched her hands back to reach the abused cheeks. But it was all to no avail, and she remained perfectly in position from the waist down and could not reach the sore buttocks. The six lines now stood out from them, and were an even deeper purple colour. She would not be sitting comfortably on that bottom for quite a few days.

Whilst Gemma furiously struggled I transferred the cane to my left hand and stepped forward so I was behind her. I then again casually reached between the girl’s legs and inserted my second finger into the saturated slit and nuzzled it against her clit and waited.
Finally after a few seconds the girl began to calm. As she did the words then helplessly began to flow out of her mouth making her humiliation and resultant arousal complete. And as she did so, of course, I began to cruelly tickle the clit.

‘Six sir. Ohh! Oh No! Thank you sir. Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh!’ Her eyes half closed and the girl’s hips bucked back and forth, the clit again being helplessly rubbed against my obliging finger, making her orgasm last and last. When she finally stopped I withdrew my hand and spoke.

‘Well, Gemma. At least you are not going to be sitting down comfortably for a while. I can’t tell you how surprised I am to discover you enjoy punishment like this though. When I interviewed you yesterday I thought you were a respectable young woman. Now I see that you are a nymphomaniac and also sexually submissive. You really are a dark horse.

‘Well I can’t see why you or my Jake should have all of the pleasure in that case. Bearing in mind your unfortunate psychological condition and how turned on you’ve got me I’m afraid I can’t resist the temptation to take advantage of you myself. Stand up and remove your panties, skirt, blouse, tie and bra and then come over here.’ As I said this I indicated to the middle sex station on the opposite side of the room designed for face to face sex, and began to move towards it taking off my own clothes as I went.

Once totally undressed with Gemma now stood beside me dressed only in her stilettos and white knee high socks I lowered my forward access sex station down so that I would be able to kneel between her legs. Kneeling there I then indicated to Gemma to alight the station. ‘Lie back on the flat section and put your legs up on these slats so they are lifted and nicely spread wide,’ I said.

Gemma did as instructed shakily, her eyes fixed on my swollen manhood wide with apparent shock. This is not something uncommon. I have had the benefit of using a drug we developed for penile enlargement in the sex trade called Expandophal. A drug that to coin a phrase, ‘does what it says on the tin.’ Since I used Expandophal injections my penis fully erect has gone from probably slightly below average to a whopping ten inches long and two inches in girth. So you can understand poor Gemma’s surprise when she saw it.

Anyway, once Gemma was in position I lay down on top of her and got myself comfortable with my manhood lying on her pubes and my hands under her shoulders. She appeared simultaneously repulsed and incredibly aroused by having an old guy like me on her. I knew that this was her natural revulsion of sex with an old guy like me coupled with the sexual arousal forced upon her from the embarrassment of the position and her compliant behaviour. I watched for a moment seeing her briefly struggle to speak – before she politely said, ‘thank you’ again.

My sex stations really are well designed. The one I was using for example allowed maximum comfort for both myself and Gemma. All she had to do of course was lay back and obey my commands. However from the man’s point of view equally in a kneeling position or if I had chosen a standing position, the station allows you to take the girl on it in comfort with minimum expanded effort in the fucking action. For a middle aged guy like myself this is obviously helpful. Not that I am in bad physical condition for my age mind. But I’m digressing again.

Returning to my story, I was on top of Gemma and in a nice comfortable position with her firm young breasts pressed against my chest and her lovely wet aroused pussy waiting to be entered. As she had thanked me so politely I thought I would offer her a response before continuing. So I said, ‘Why, Gemma, the pleasure is all mine.’ I then started kissing her.

Instantly I began to kiss her Gemma threw her arms around me and began to kiss me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and allowing it to dance around mine. As she did I reached down and guided myself inside her, and once entered I rammed myself in some six or so inches. Gemma, of course, already extremely embarrassed at the night’s proceedings and now finding herself aroused at the embarrassment of compliantly allowing a middle aged man to have sex with her, immediately climaxed. She stopped kissing as I thrust myself into her, and screamed out, ‘I submit myself to you, Mr Kempton! I submit myself to you, Mr Kempton!’

I immediately commenced aggressively taking her, appreciating exactly the satisfaction my boy must have experienced in the same position the night before. A delicious rhythmic slurping sound accompanied my pistoning motion, and as poor Gemma came down from her orgasm she began to obey her command to speak the phrases I had directed her. Still passionately clutching at me she began to say with strangely genuine enthusiasm, ‘Use me! Take me! That’s it, take me and use me!’

‘As I said, it’s my pleasure to do so, you little submissive slut,’ I replied mockingly whilst passionately rutting her.

‘Use me like a slut, that’s how I like it!’ Gemma screamed clutching at me.

‘Yes, I can see,’ I said fucking her more furiously and with increasingly rhythm. ‘You seem to find it easier to acknowledge the truth about yourself when being fucked. You really do like being treated like a slut, don’t you.’

‘Use me! Teach me my place!’ she screamed helplessly and in satisfyingly appropriate response. Unable to take any more she then climaxed again. ‘I submit myself to you, Mr Kempton!’ she screamed in her ecstasy. She was almost making me deaf. But it was pleasing all the same, as you might imagine.

I fucked her for a good twenty minutes or so, the poor girl continuing to tell me to use her and take her and climaxing every two minutes or so due to the level of arousal forced on her by the humiliation of it all. I then could not take any more myself and clutching her tightly under the arms and enjoying the feeling of her clutching back passionately I brought myself to my climax.

As she felt me coming Gemma helplessly screamed out obediently, ‘That’s it, come inside me and treat me like the slut that I am!’
‘With pleasure Gemma. Huuuugh!’ I responded as my cock exploded my load inside her.

‘I submit myself to you, Mr Kempton! I submit myself to you, Mr Kempton!’ Gemma screamed finally in response, as the most intense orgasm yet overwhelmed her.

A good five or so minutes passed before either of us moved. I was enjoying a quiet post sexual euphoria, and I imagine Gemma was in a state of self questioning shock similar to that the night before. After that I found myself quickly beginning to get horny again with the feeling of the lovely girl’s tight young body against me in combination with the Sildenofil, and so decided that I might fancy a second helping. I fancied a bit of a change, though, and so I decided we should move over to my second sex station which allowed sex in a nice doggy position.

I therefore rose and walked over to the second sex station. ‘Over here, Gemma. Let’s explore you a different way.’ I said indicating the sex station I now stood in front of.

As Gemma shakily rose I quickly lowered the second station so that it was also at kneeling height. I then indicated for her to alight it. She immediately did so, kneeling on the two slats of cushioned wood three feet apart. I then knelt down between her spread calves facing her lovely if severely reddened bottom.

‘Now bend over the table in front of you and arch down so that your arse and pussy are presented to me, then hold the position and don’t move.’

Gemma again shakily complied, bending over and arching her large bubble bum upwards. With her spread legs her pussy and arsehole were now beautifully presented to me, with her pussy leaking a mixture of her juices and my come.

Immediately I guided my manhood into her and she gave a helpless little moan in response. Taking a firm grip of her hips I then rammed myself fully into her tight young hole. She immediately screamed out loud as an orgasm hit her. The red lined bubble butt then began to pump back and forth on my impaling cock as she shouted out, ‘I submit to you, Mr Kempton! I submit!’

As she calmed I again then began to fuck her steadily and she again began to helplessly talk as I did so. ‘Use me! Take me! Use me like a slut, that’s how I like it!’ she said as I pumped in and out of her. Within a couple of minutes she again climaxed and screamed to me her submission.

I then paused, fancying a bit of a change and took my cock out and smeared some of the juices up over her little bum hole. It was tiny in diameter in comparison to my cock and I think that this was half of my interest in it, as I wondered if I could get in. I dipped into her pussy a couple of more times for more juice that I again smeared over the little hole until it was well lubricated before attempting to enter. Holding my cock straight I then pushed forward with all my weight.

It was extremely tight, however I was as hard as a rock with the assistance of the Sildenofil, and slowly with little cries that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and anguish from Gemma it began to spread to accommodate me. Once widened sufficiently I felt it give and my cock thrust in some four inches immediately with a little ‘ohh!’ sound from Gemma, that sounded like shock and interest in the feeling.

I adjusted my position slightly further forward, then rammed my cock deeper into the tight hole before commencing slowly fucking it whilst holding the large reddened and striped cheeks either side. I have to admit to finding it extremely gratifying, and Gemma again commenced telling me to ‘use her’ and ‘take her’ quite satisfyingly. As I fucked her I occasionally gave one cheek or the other a playful slap, which being as sensitive as they were caused Gemma to yowl slightly in between her helpless moans of pleasure and cries of ‘take me’ and ‘use me.’ She came twice as I took her like this, and eventually I again came to a climax myself. As I blew my load up her bum she cried out for a second time, ‘that’s it, come inside me and treat me like the slut that I am!’ Needless to say I did, with my cock up her arse some eight inches. She then promptly climaxed as well, and told me again how she submitted to me. It was quite delicious, I have to admit.

When I had finished I withdrew and stood up. My cock wilted slower than usual due to the Sildenofil, now covered most of the way up its length in a slimy mixture of Gemma’s juices my come and her poo. ‘You can get up now, Gemma. That was simply divine. Thank you very much,’ I said ironically. Gemma rose immediately and began rubbing her bottom cheeks, with occasional scowls at me.

Everything up to that point had gone perfectly according to plan. This was now to allow her to go, with copies of her pictures to assist her publicise her new carrier choice or course. But I didn’t straight away. I don’t know if it was the scowls that did it or the fact that at the time I was in a particularly evil mood. But I had a sudden rush of blood and spoke before I could think about it.
‘As I said, Gemma, that was simply divine. But, you know, I bet that you give the most gorgeous blowjob with those lovely full lips of yours.’

Before I could continue any further Gemma turned towards me from where she had been walking over to get her clothes, walked back and immediately knelt down in front of me. She had a look of desperation on her face like you might expect a junkie to have in need of a fix. But equally she looked slightly reviled at the appearance of my filthy half limp cock. Still she helplessly obeyed her programming.

‘Please, Mr Kempton ... Please may I give you a blowjob?’

‘Well, Gemma, that’s very generous of you. Yet again, though, you take me by surprise. I’m having to review my estimation of how slutty and submissive you are from one minute to the next. I’ve only just had my cock up your bottom and without me having cleaned it you are now offering me a blowjob simply because I hinted I would quite like you to. Well far be it from me to stop you. And as you are so into the idea I would quite like you to lick my cock nice and clean whilst we are waiting for it to get hard again. As you’re such a slut you won’t mind the taste of the poo and won’t feel nauseous or sick as a result of it.’

Immediately Gemma lifted up my cock and with a look of revulsion on her face began licking it like a lolly pop. She licked my large cock from base to glands, cleaning off all of the come and poo and swallowing it down with a look of revulsion, but also a blush that indicated the humiliation of it was having another effect. After a couple of minutes of steady work all over my dick it was completely cleaned and was now getting erect again, so obligingly Gemma then took it into her mouth and began sucking with abandon.

She had a truly lovely face and delicious full red lips and it took only fifteen minutes or so of her dedicated work to bring me off. With a grunt I delivered my load in her mouth, and as I came down from my orgasm Gemma continued to suckle out every drop of my come eagerly. She then looked up at me and opened her mouth to display a reasonably copious load for my third delivery of the evening, before closing and swallowing it down nicely. She then politely said, ‘thank you.’

‘Wow! Thank you, Gemma. You’ve been amazing. You’ve truly made up for your bad behaviour towards Jake as well as allowing me to punish you well for it. You are truly an amazingly slutty young girl. I can see you having an extremely successful career ahead of you in the sex trade.’

As I was speaking Gemma had risen and picked up her school uniform, looking completely in a state of shock and bewilderment.

‘Before you get dressed, Gemma, I want to ask: are you on the pill?’

‘N .. no,’ Gemma replied. ‘I ... well ... didn’t have the need before yesterday and today. My boyfriend uses condoms,’ she said rather openly. Well I suppose after everything that had just happened she felt no need to be coy.

‘In that case as you are going to be more than likely having a lot of sex from now on, and my Jake is going to be one of those involved, I feel that I should ensure you are properly protected,’

Before she got dressed I gave Gemma a Facilitil injection; a drug we produce for the sex industry that has a combined contraceptive and anti-STD function. I told her that I would arrange for her to have monthly injections for free from this point on for as long as she was seeing Jake. She appeared reluctantly grateful for my arrangement, which was adequate.

Whilst she was dressing I printed off several pictures from our photo shoot and simultaneously dressed myself. I gave these to Gemma when she emerged.

‘There you go,’ I said. ‘Don’t forget to show these to your boyfriend and all your friends enthusiastically and explain about them. And be sure to be here for seven o’clock next Friday for Jake. I don’t want him being disappointed. I bet he’ll be thinking about having you over for the night all week if I know my son.’

Gemma picked up her bags and left as quickly as her legs could carry her without saying another word, but looking extremely worried.

* * *

EPILOGUE.

So there you have it dear reader. That’s my confessional. I can’t say as I read it through again I feel any particular guilt about what I did. I dare say you judge me less favourably.

Things didn’t turn out as bad as you might think though. Gemma went on to tell all her friends of her photo shoot and her new career move. Her boyfriend broke up with her and most of her friends broke contact with her as her slutty reputation quickly spread. However as she didn’t know the real reason why she was doing what she was, she surprisingly embraced it simply thinking she had discovered a submissive promiscuous side to herself that she didn’t know. As a result she actually did commence a career as a porn model and escort. At the time I write she is quite famous in the industry and quite rich, though has changed her name to something more glamorous, as you might imagine. It’s quite an irony really, as before this she would probably simply have ended up working as a secretary, and be living on a fraction of what she now earns. So if anything I did her a favour.

Jake carried on seeing her twice a week for a year until he got himself a proper girlfriend. Something he wouldn’t have been able to do at all if it hadn’t been for my intervention with Gemma. During the period he came on leaps and bounds, growing in confidence visibly from day to day. He was not entirely surprised when eventually he was enrolled into the Lodge, and I was able to explain what I had done to Gemma the year before.

In all then I think that for both Jake and Gemma my intervention was coming of age for them both. Each in their own way has gained lifetime benefits. So please do not judge me too harshly.


THE END.

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