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Object of Affection

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CHAPTER 15
Supper was over at last. She stood at the kitchen sink washing the
dishes, in her high heels and maid's cap, with an apron tied around
her naked body.
"Your bare butt looks so cute inside that apron, Suzie." Albie's
voice came from behind her. "Just turn your head around a little bit.
And hold that plate where I can see it. I want a good pic of my cute
bare-butt maid washing the dishes for me."
Oh God, she thought helplessly as she obeyed him, not more pictures!
And why are you making me wash the dishes like this anyway? Why can't
I just put them in the dishwasher, like your service maid? It's just
another way of humiliating me, isn't it?
"Yeah," he said, lowering the camera. "Real cute. But you look even
cuter without it. So hurry up and finish those dishes and come over
here. We got stuff to talk about."
What's to talk about? she thought hopelessly as she dried the last of
the dishes and put them away. You blackmail me, you beat me, you rape
me, you do whatever other filthy things to me that come into your
filthy little adolescent head. And I just have to take it. What's to
talk about, for God's sake? She took off the apron and dropped it
despairingly on the bench, and then walked over naked to where he was
sitting and brought herself to obedient attention in front of him.
He ran his eyes slowly up and down her nude body. "Well don't just
stand there, Suzie," he said at last. "Supper's over, so it's
showtime again. Get started!" And he picked up the camera once more.
Oh God! She slid one finger inside herself and slowly started pumping
it in and out, her cheeks hot with fresh shame.
"And your tits, Suzie. Play with your tits with your other hand. And
don't forget to pull one tit up and suck your nipple."
She stood there doing as she was told, with her face burning even
brighter. "Good," he said at last. "You're real docile now, aren't
you? Ever since I got this." And he held up the little pocket PC.
"Yes, Mr. May." She kept doggedly pumping at herself, cheeks
throbbing. For God's sake, she thought, how much longer...?
"OK," he said, "that'll do - I've got enough pics for now. Come over
here and sit down on the table in front of me. And open your legs. I
want a nice pink cunt to feel up while we talk."
Oh God, she thought hopelessly as she sat down in front of him, can't
we even TALK without you wanting to do something filthy? She opened
her legs and closed her eyes. Oh my God!
"Mmmm," he said approvingly as his finger slid up inside her - "real
juicy. You really got yourself going with the after-supper show,
didn't you, Suzie?"
She winced at his fondling. "Yes, Mr. May," she said sullenly.
"OK." His finger felt for her G-spot. "We got stuff to talk about.
Open your eyes and look at me."
"Uhhhhhh...!" Her eyes jerked open. "Yes, Mr. May."
"Well, Suzie, it's like this..." He kept digging up inside
her. "...You know I can fuck up your marriage any time I like. Right?"
"Ohhhhhh...! Yes, Mr. May."
"...And you know I can get you fired from school any time I like..."
<Dig, thrust, dig...>
"Aaaahhh...! Ohhhhhh...! Y...yes, Mr. May."
"...And you know I can send you to jail any..." <dig> "...time..."
<dig> "...I..." <dig> "...like!"
"Ohhhhhh... ohhhhhh... ohhhhhh... Oh yes, Mr. May! Aaaahhh..."
Suddenly he pulled his finger out, leaving her partly aroused and
trembling in front of him. "So," he went on, "from tonight we got a
new system going." He smiled up at her. "A demerit system. Just like
at school. Won't that be neat?"
Oh God, she thought, shivering - what does that mean, for God's sake?
He stood up. "Come over to my room, Suzie. And I'll show you."
His PC was already running. He sat down in front of it and started
working. "OK, Suzie," he said. "Like I showed you before, I got all
these emails queued up on that anonymous website, ready to go. And
now you know I can send them from anywhere, right?"
Oh God, she thought in despair, of course I know it, you little
bastard! What else do you think keeps me here, putting up with all
the vile things you do to me? "Yes, Mr. May," she said dully.
"Well, lemme run through them again, just to remind you. Here's the
attachment for the next message..." It was the pinup of her naked
from the waist up, with her arms crossed in front of her. "...And the
next one..." She was posed full frontal naked on the bed. "...And I
made this the next one..." It was one of the pictures he had taken of
her, with her breast dragged up to her mouth and her tongue licking
her nipple.
She trembled, but said nothing.
"...And after this it gets real interesting. See?..." It was another
of the pictures he had taken of her, with her fingers holding her
labia wide open while she stared sensually at the camera.
Oh God, she thought hopelessly, I'd forgotten just how bad it looks.
How could I possibly ever explain...?
"...And the next one..." She was straddling him on his bed and
pushing his penis up into her vagina with one hand.
"Oh God."
"...And the last one in the queue - `cause if we ever get this far
it'll mean you've REALLY screwed up, Suzie - is the world-famous
Susan and Joey video."
He looked at her. "So it works like this. Every time you screw up you
get a demerit. And when you get up to THREE demerits the next email
in the queue gets fired off. No arguments, no second chances. Got it?"
Despair hit her. "N...no second chances? Oh God, please..."
"The first four emails go to your boss and your old man," he went
on. "But the last two - that's the pic of you shoving my dick up your
cunt, and the video of Joey fucking you - get sent to the cops as
well. Got it?"
"Yes, Mr. May, I've got it, I swear it. Oh please, Mr. May..."
"But..." He was still talking. "...Like I told you before, Suzie, I'm
not such a bad guy. You wanna hear the good news?"
My God, she thought hopelessly, how can there possibly be any good
news - after THAT?
"The good news is: you can buy back your demerits. Before they get up
to three. So maybe I'll never have to send an email. Isn't that
great?"
She just looked at him. There's a catch, she thought dully, not even
trying to hope. There's got to be a catch. So what's the catch, you
horrible little...?
"And all you gotta do, to buy back a demerit, is take whatever I feel
like giving you, to work it off. Or what Joey feels like giving you,
if he's here." He stopped, and smiled at her. "So waddaya think,
Suzie? Isn't that a great system? I just knew you'd appreciate it,
being a schoolteacher."
Oh God! She felt her tears starting again. I can just imagine what
you'll feel like giving me, you vile little monster. Whippings -
paddlings - trying out all that... that dreadful equipment on me...
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...!
"Awww," he said, "don't cry, Suzie. Look on the bright side. All you
gotta do is never screw up, and then everything'll be just fine.
Right?"
"Oh God," she sobbed. All she could feel was despair. "Oh God!"
"Hey," he said, reaching up and patting her bare shoulder, "lemme
show you how easy it is. Lemme show you how it works." He got
up. "C'mon, Suzie - over to the dining table."
She stood hopeless and trembling beside the wide polished table while
he went into the master bedroom. "Now, Suzie..." He dumped the large
bag from Jake's store onto the table. "...All I want to do tonight is
find out how good some of this stuff is." He rummaged around in the
bag. "Yeah," he said happily, pulling out a small wooden
paddle, "there it is." Then he pulled out a small whip and a wicked-
looking little quirt and laid them on the table beside the
paddle. "And those too."
Oh God, she thought, I knew it - I just knew it!...
"And all YOU gotta do is - give me your opinion. OK? And if you do
that right you won't get even a single demerit." He smiled at her
again. "See how easy it is?"
She trembled again. Oh God! Then she licked her dry lips. "But
w...what do I...?"
"You just bend over the table, Suzie." He was still smiling. "Yeah,
just like that. Now, stretch out as far as you can, and grab the far
edge of the table with your fingers. Yeah - that's it! Now," he went
on, "all you gotta do is not let go - and you won't score any
demerits. That's dead easy - right?"
"Oh God," she whimpered, tightening her grip on the edge of the
table. She could feel her whole body shaking.
He picked up the paddle. "OK," he said, "think of it like this,
Suzie. Imagine you've just earned yourself fifty swats. Right?"
Her bare buttocks tensed. "Oh God!..."
"And all I want you to tell me is - which one would you rather get
them with? This one?..." <WHAPPP!>
"Owwwwww!" she wailed.
"...Or this one?..." He had put down the paddle and was holding the
little whip. <WHIPPP!>
"Aaaahhhh! Owwwwww!... Oh God!..."
"...Or this one?..." This time he had the quirt. <SLASH!!>
"Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Oh God, oh God..." Without realizing it she had
let go of the table edge with one hand and was frantically clutching
at her burning buttock while her legs kicked out behind
her. "Owwwww!... Oh GOD!..."
"Awww, gee, Suzie, you went and let go of the edge. That's one
demerit already. What a bummer!"
"Ohhhhhh... Oh God... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!" She scrabbled
desperately back across the table, feeling her bare breasts skidding
across the polished surface as she went. "I'm sorry, Mr. May," she
wept as she finally regained her grip on the far edge. "I... I wasn't
ready. Please... please could you not count that one? Oh God -
please!..."
"Hey, it's only one demerit, Suzie. You got two more to go before you
get into trouble." He picked up the paddle again. "So let's try it
over, and see if you get it right this time." He paused. "You sure
you're ready now? We wouldn't want to lose another demerit so soon,
would we?"
"Oh God. Y...yes, Mr. May. Oh God!..."
"OK - here we go again. Would you rather get them with this one?..."
<WHAPPP!>
"Owwwwww!"
"...Or this one?..." <WHIPPP!>
"Aaaahhhh! Owwwwww!..."
"...Or THIS one?..." <SLASH!!>
"Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh God, the paddle! Oh
please, please, just the paddle! Owwwwww!..."
"Hey, you're doing real good, Suzie. And so far no more demerits -
isn't that great? So now let's try just the whip and the quirt. Would
you rather get this one?..." <WHIPPP!>
"Aaaahhhh! Owwwwww!..."
"...Or THIS one?..." <SLASH!!>
"Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..." She kicked wildly with
both feet, clinging desperately to the table edge. "The whip, the
whip! Oh God - the whip!"
"Great," he said quietly as her sobbing died away. "So now I know
which one you REALLY don't like." He brandished the quirt and looked
at it. "Thanks a lot, Suzie."
Then as the rush of pain and panic faded, she realized. She closed
her eyes, clutching hopelessly at the table. Oh God, you stupid
idiot, she told herself. Now you've told him exactly how to hurt you
the most! Oh my God - stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...
"And even without all the demerits and stuff, you still got that
paddling coming to you for arguing. For arguing at breakfast and
arguing about Wednesday night. You remember, Suzie?"
"Oh God." She clung to the table.
"But you can stand up again for now. I wanna get naked and then maybe
we'll try something different."
She struggled up off the table and then stood there, slowly massaging
her punished buttocks. She looked down at the quirt lying beside
Jake's bag and flinched. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...
Albie undressed quickly. "God," he said ruefully, looking at his
crotch as he pulled down his jeans, "I still haven't got hard again.
You sure have fucked my dick, Suzie."
Why's it my fault? she thought dully. You're the one who's been
raping me non-stop for the last two days and more, you little
bastard. No wonder you can't get it up again.
"OK." He stood there naked, looking at her. "So what are we gonna do
to you for arguing, Suzie?"
Oh God, she thought hopelessly, you're asking ME? "I..." she faltered.
"How about jumping jacks? You wanna do some jumping jacks for me? You
know - jump up, throw your arms out, open your legs. And then land
back down on your toes." He smiled. "Oughta look real great when you
get up a rhythm, Suzie - with your tits bouncing and your bald cunt
opening and shutting." His smile got wider. "Yeah - I think I wanna
see you doing that!"
Her heart sank. "Oh God..."
"And..." he went on, "just to make sure you keep up the rhythm, we'll
use - guess what? - the QUIRT!"
"Oh God! Oh please, Mr. May, couldn't we do something different? Oh
God, please...!"
He shook his head. "Nothing doing, Suzie. I let you get away with
arguing this morning, when I told you to give me a farewell fuck. But
you're not getting away with it this time." He flicked the quirt
impatiently. "And if you take any longer to get started it'll be
another demerit. And a double paddling. That what you want?"
"Oh God." She moved away from the table and brought herself to
attention, with her legs trembling. Then she licked her lips and
slowly and unwillingly bent her knees. She looked pleadingly at
him. "Please..." she began again.
"OK," he said. "Jump!"
She jumped desperately into the air, trying to remember to throw out
her arms and legs at the same time. Then before she realized it she
had crashed back down to earth again, with her legs still awkwardly
apart. "Ohhh!..." she gasped as she stumbled and staggered.
"That," he said disgustedly, "was fucking pathetic. Bend over, Suzie,
and poke your ass over this way. Let's see if we can encourage you to
do better."
"Oh God, please - I've never done them before, I..."
"Shut up and bend over. Or you'll score demerit number two."
"Oh God!" She bent over and pushed her bare bottom unwillingly
towards him, trembling and cringing.
<SLASH!!>
"Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" She leapt bolt upright and clutched
wildly at her beaten buttock, hopping from one foot to the other to
try to relieve the pain. "Owwwwww! Oh God!..."
"Hey," he said, "that's much more fun than when you're stretched over
a table. You're a real great dancer, Suzie." He paused,
snickering. "I gotta see that again. Bend over and push out your ass."
"Oh God, please...!" She stood there clutching her buttock and not
moving, looking at him imploringly. She was crying openly now.
"That's two demerits! Now bend over right now or trigger the next
email."
"Ohhhhhhhhh... Oh God...!" She quickly did as she was told, her whole
body trembling as she held herself in place. "Oh God, pl..."
<SLASH!!> Much harder.
"Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!
Owwwwww! Owwwwww!... Oh GOD!!..."
"Yeah!" he shouted over her howling. "Great dancing. Really great!
You oughta do it for a living, Suzie. You'd make a fortune!"
He stood watching until she was finally still, holding her buttock
and sobbing softly. "OK, Suzie," he said at last, "you think you can
do better at the jumping jacks now? Or do you just want a double
paddling with the quirt?"
"Oh God!" She let go of her aching buttock and quickly bent her knees
again.
"Jump!"
This time she managed to land back more or less on her toes. She
staggered, but managed to keep her balance.
"Great, Suzie - you're getting the idea. Now let's get a decent
rhythm going. Jump!...... Jump!...... Jump!...... Jump!...... Hey,
that's fantastic! That looks really great! Jump!...... Jump!......
Jump!......"
She struggled desperately to keep up the rhythm, gasping and panting
with the exertion as she leapt up and down. He pulled up a dining
chair and sat down in front of her. "Oh fuck, yeah," he said, raising
his voice above the sound of her frantic gasping. "God, that looks
fucking fantastic - your tits bouncing, and your cunt opening and
shutting... Oh yeah - just as good as I thought it'd be!"
"Oh God..." she gasped as she desperately forced her rubbery legs to
keep working, "can't keep it up... any longer...! Oh God - please...!"
"OK," he said at last. "Take a break, Suzie. Get you breath back for
the next bit."
"Oh God..." She came down to rest at last and stood there, chest
heaving and covered in perspiration, sucking in huge lungfuls of air
one after the other. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God...!"
He got out of the chair and picked up the quirt. "But you didn't
think you'd get away with just aerobics, did you, Suzie? You've still
got that paddling to come." He walked around behind her. "So this
time we'll make it a little bit faster, and I'll help you keep up the
pace. Bend your knees and stick your butt out."
"Oh no! Please, Mr. May...!"
"You want the third demerit?"
"Oh God..." She bent her knees and stuck out her bottom, then leapt
suddenly into the air to try to evade the blow. But Albie's hand was
faster. "Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed as the quirt connected, and then
fell forward in a tangle of arms and legs on the floor.
"Awww," said Albie, "you didn't keep jumping! C'mon - get up on your
feet and let's try it again."
"Oh God, please..." She looked beseechingly up at him from the floor,
her face streaked with tears. "I can't possibly keep doing it if
you... if you keep hitting me like that. Oh God - please, Mr. May...!"
He tapped the quirt against his bare thigh. "Third demerit," he said
warningly.
But her next attempt was no better. He looked down at her as she lay
sprawled on the floor a second time, clutching her buttock and
sobbing. "OK, Suzie, I got another idea. There's gotta be something
you can keep doing while I paddle you, and I think I've got it. Stand
up and put your hands on your head."
She struggled unwillingly to her feet, still weeping, and slowly did
as she was told. "Right," he said, "now it's gonna be jogging. You're
gonna jog round the room while I encourage you on the ass. And if
your hands come off your head it'll be send the email time. Got it?"
"Oh God..."
"OK, Suzie - go!" <SLASH!!>
"Owwwwww!" She dashed off awkwardly across the room holding her hands
hard down on her head, with him in hot pursuit. <SLASH!!
> "Aaaaggghhh!..." <SLASH!!> "Aaaaggghhh!..." <SLASH!!> "Owwwwww!..."
"Go, Suzie!" he yelled gleefully as he ran behind her. "Run
FASTER!..." <SLASH!!> "...Let's see those boobs BOUNCE!.." <SLASH!!>
<SLASH!!> "...Yeaaay - it's the NAKED OLYMPICS!!..." <SLASH!!>
<SLASH!!> <SLASH!!>
She ran around frantically among the furniture, desperately trying to
stay ahead of him and keep her hands in place at the same time, but
the quirt kept finding its target. Then as she sprinted wildly across
the living room he ran up beside her and swung his arm as hard as he
could. <SLAAASSSHHH!!>
"AIYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!..." She leaped into the air with an agonized
shriek and then collapsed in a crumpled heap on the floor, clutching
her buttocks and sobbing uncontrollably.
He threw the quirt to one side. "Now I'm hard again," he said
happily, and climbed on top of her.
* * * * *
She stood naked watching him eat his breakfast, with the semen from
his early morning coitus still sticky on her thighs. She could feel
each quirt mark on her buttocks from the night before still throbbing
faintly. Oh God, she thought, trembling, please let him be happy this
morning...!
"Hey," he said suddenly, looking up at her, "what are you doing just
standing there, Suzie? Get under the table and suck my dick."
"Oh God!" She scrambled under the table and hastily pressed her face
up against his flaccid penis. "Sobby, Mr May... Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm...
Ummmmmm..."
"Yeah," he sighed, leaning back in his chair, "that's what I call
breakfast, Suzie - your cooking in my mouth and my dick in your
mouth. Now if only there was some way for you to give me a blow job
AND feed me with a fork at the same time. Then I wouldn't have to do
anything!"
"Ubbbbbb... Ummmmmm... Ummmmmm..."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." He finished the last mouthful and then
pushed her face away from his crotch. "Take my plate away and bring
me some more coffee."
"Yes, Mr. May!" She scrambled quickly out again and served him. Then
she brought herself back to naked attention beside him. "A...anything
else, Mr. May?"
"Yeah." He sounded amused. "Go put your clothes on and come back
here." He smirked up at her. "It just looks so fucking sexy when you
lift your skirt up and play with yourself. I love it!" His smirk got
wider. "Maybe one day I'll make you do it in front of the whole
class."
Her face went white. "Oh God, Mr. May," she stammered,
aghast, "how... how could we possibly keep it a secret if you made me
do that? Someone... someone would say something for sure! Oh God, Mr.
May, for God's sake please don't make me..."
He cut her off. "Just go get dressed, Suzie. Get dressed and then
come back here and give me the farewell finger. And don't argue."
"Yes, Mr. May," she said, desperate to appease him. Oh God, I mustn't
get another demerit, she thought fearfully as she ran to get her
clothes. He'll send the email!
She ran back breathless, still buttoning her blouse across her bare
breasts. "OK," he said as she came to a hurried halt in front of
him, "lift your skirt and get started."
Her face colored again as she lifted the skirt out of the way and
pushed her finger back inside. "Yeah," he said after a while, "that
sure is sexy. I just gotta make you do that in front of the class!"
"Oh God, Mr. May, please!..." She started to cry as she pumped
doggedly at herself in front of him. "Oh please, Mr. May..." <Pump,
pump, pump> "...Please, please, PLEASE don't make me do that..."
<Pump, pump, pump> "...Oh God - PLEASE!..." <Pump, pump, pump, pump,
pump...>
"But it's such a great show, Suzie. It really turns me on." Then he
looked down at himself and frowned. "Shit, I'm still not hard. God,
Suzie, you sure have stolen my mojo!"
It's not my fault, she thought in growing despair. <Pump, pump, pump>
Oh God, you're the one who's done it and done it until you haven't
got anything left... <Pump, pump, pump, pump> ...And now you're going
to make me do this in front of the class and Rob'll divorce me and
despise me and I'll lose my job and I'll go to jail forever and ever
and ever... "Oh God!" she wailed aloud, suddenly desolate, with her
tears falling even faster. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God...!"
"OK, Suzie." His voice broke through her sobbing. "Lay off." He
looked up at her tear-soaked face. "You better think of some other
way to get me hard. That's if you want to make it to school before
lunchtime."
"W...what?" She stood there, finger still buried in her vagina,
looking at him blankly.
"Well, seeing it's your fault I can't get hard again it's up to you
to think of something. So think of something."
"Oh God." Her shoulders slumped resignedly as she wiped the tears
away. All right, she thought hopelessly, so you want me to suck you
again, you little pervert. My God, I seem to be spending my whole
life with your damned thing in my mouth...
"Nah," he said as she knelt down wearily in front of him and reached
for his flaccid organ. "Something original, Suzie. Not that again."
She just looked at him. "I... I don't know, Mr. May. Maybe... maybe
you can think of something."
"You open to suggestions, huh?"
"Yes, Mr. May." Suddenly she didn't care any more.
"Well, Suzie, I've just had a great idea." His lips twisted. "You've
been on two demerits for a while now - right?"
The first stirrings of fresh fear moved through her. Oh God, she
thought - what now? "Y...yes, Mr. May."
"And that's real unsafe, isn't it? I mean, the next email could go
off any time. And you wouldn't want that, would you?"
She was trembling again. "N...no, Mr. May."
"So," he went on, "the way I see it, right now'd be a good time to
buy back those demerits." He was smiling again. "And if you could buy
back those demerits AND get me hard at the same time, that'd be just
great for both of us, wouldn't it?"
"I..."
"Go look on the dining table, Suzie." His smile got wider. "Remember
the paddle and the whip and the quirt? Well, because I'm such a nice
guy I'm gonna let you choose. I'm gonna let you choose which one
you're gonna bring back here. Isn't that nice of me?"
"Oh God..."
He waved her away. "Go get it, Suzie. And just remember - you're the
one who asked for suggestions."
Why do you do it, she asked herself hopelessly as she stumbled out
through the kitchen door. Why do you let him call the shots? She
looked despairingly down at the three horrible implements lying on
the dining table and reached out unwillingly for the paddle. Oh
God...!
He was still smiling when she got back. "OK," he said happily as he
took the paddle, "bend over the breakfast table and pull your skirt
up. And because I'm such a nice guy, I'll cancel BOTH demerits if you
get me hard again. Isn't that nice of me?"
"Oh God!" She did as she was told and waited, naked buttocks
trembling, for the first blow.
"OK, Suzie." He moved behind her. "Let's see how many it takes to get
me hard." Then she heard him snicker. "And because I'm such a nice
guy, I'll even fuck you from behind after I get it up again. So you
won't even have to move. Isn't that nice of me?" He swung the paddle.
<WHAPPP!>
"Owwwwww!"
Then he started hitting her in earnest. <WHAPPP!> <WHAPPP!> <WHAPPP!>
<WHAPPP!> "Don't worry, Suzie," he shouted over the sound of her
wailing. "It shouldn't take more than 200 swats to get my mojo back
again!"
* * * * *
She walked slowly across the school carpark, carrying her bag and
trying not to limp too obviously. Her raw buttocks still throbbed
under her skirt. Thank God he didn't use the quirt, she thought
gratefully. The paddle was bad enough!
She shivered at the thought of it, of the incredible sense of relief
she had felt when he finally stopped beating her and entered her from
behind. God, she thought, trembling, I never thought I'd actually
feel thankful to be raped! Then she glanced at her watch. Well at
least I got there early enough this morning - early enough to put up
with all his filth and vileness and still make it here ahead of time.
She looked around almost furtively, and then went in to the teachers'
washroom. After she had shut herself in a cubicle she opened her bag
and pulled out the bra and panties. Suddenly she felt like a guilty
schoolgirl. Oh for God's sake, she told herself, you know the little
bastard never shows up at class - he's only been coming in for his
lunchtime and after-school rapes. And you think you can take another
day of all those boys leering at you?
She pulled the panties up under her skirt, gasping as she eased them
slowly and painfully up over her sore buttocks. Then she took off her
blouse and quickly put on the bra as well. Don't worry, she kept
telling herself as she rebuttoned her blouse with trembling fingers -
don't worry. He won't be there. Just make sure you take them off
again well before lunch.
But he was there! Just after morning recess she saw him, sitting at
the back of the class and staring fixedly at her.
She went rigid. Behave normally, she told herself - just behave
normally! Your blouse is loose enough that he can't possibly be sure.
All you have to do is make an excuse to slip out just before lunch
and take them off again. He might suspect, but he can't possibly be
sure!
She continued with the lesson, being careful to move herself slowly
and smoothly around the room, as if she was trying to stop her
breasts bouncing. Then just before 12 noon she glanced at her watch
and said casually, "Uh, class, I have to go now. Just finish up that
last exercise and we'll all look at it together after lunch..."
"Suzie?" It was Albie, heading up to the front of the class with his
workbook in his hand. "Can you give me a minute or two? There's some
stuff I don't understand about this exercise."
"Uh, we'll have a look at it right after lunch, Albert. Right now I
have to go..."
"Please." He was looking at her imploringly. "It'll only take a
minute. I want to work on it over the lunch break. And all I need is
a little bit of help."
The whole class had fallen silent, waiting to see her reaction. Oh
God, she thought, the little bastard's got me! God help me
now! "O...OK, Albert," she said weakly. "What... what is it you need
to know?"
As he opened his book in front of her one of the other students
called out, "It's lunch break, Can we go now?"
The class started filing out without even waiting for her answer. She
was sitting rigid, staring at the workbook page Albie was holding
open in front of her. The writing was small, but very, very legible:
You stay right there, Suzie. Until everybody's gone. DON'T YOU
FUCKING MOVE!
Oh God! Oh God! The last students were leaving the room. Oh God! Oh
God! Oh God!...
He waited until their footsteps had died away. Then he started
talking, very quietly. "You know something, Suzie? I got real horny
thinking about you after you left this morning. Remembering how I
paddled you and made you yell, while my dick got harder and harder.
And then how I fucked you from behind, and how you moaned every time
I banged up against your red ass. And so I thought I'd come to school
earlier today, and sit in class for a while and see what your boobs
looked like bouncing around under your blouse." He looked down at
her. "And guess what, Suzie? No bounce."
Face him down, she thought desperately, staring past him at the back
wall. For God's sake face him down for once. It's your only
chance! "Well, Mr. May," she said, as firmly as she could, "I guess
that's because I got tired of all those boys staring at me. And so I
made myself move very slowly and carefully, so I wouldn't bounce. I
imagine that's why you couldn't see any bouncing. And now if you'll
excuse me for a few minutes I just have to go to the..."
His hand moved like lightning, grabbing her top button and flipping
it undone before she could move. And then just as quickly he had one
side of her blouse slipped partly off her shoulder. "Well, well,
well, Suzie," he said, still speaking very softly, "what's that I can
see? If I didn't know better I'd say it looked just like a bra strap.
But of course it can't be, can it? Because you're not wearing a bra,
are you?"
"Oh God." Her facade crumbled. "Oh God."
He moved around so that he was standing between her and the door.
Then he slid his hand quickly down the front of her blouse. "And if
you're not wearing a bra," he hissed, "then WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"
* * * * *
She stood at attention in front of him in the storeroom, naked except
for her high heels. And trembling all over.
"Well, well, well," he said, holding up her discarded clothing - "bra
AND panties! You sure decided to go for the big screw up, didn't you,
Suzie?"
A desperate little sob escaped her. "Oh please, Mr. May! I... I got
so I couldn't bear it, the way all those boys were staring at me. I
just couldn't bear it! Oh please, Mr. May...!"
"Couldn't bear it, huh?" His lips twisted again. "We'll see how much
you can bear, Suzie. Before the end of today."
"Oh God, please...!"
He interrupted her. "You're back on two demerits, Suzie. One for the
bra and one for the panties. But you're in luck. I'm gonna fix it so
you can buy them both back again - right now. So things won't be so
risky for you." He was smiling again. "Isn't that nice of me?"
"Oh God."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the black marker pen. Then
he knelt down in front of her and carefully drew an outline on the
floor around each of her shoes, while she trembled above him. "OK,"
he said, looking up at her, "guess what happens if you move your feet
off those spots before I tell you?"
"Oh God!"
"That's right, Suzie - demerit number three. And that'll mean..." He
reached into his bag and pulled out the pocket PC. "...Instant email!"
She let out another hopeless little sob. Oh God, she thought
despairingly, why did I think I could ever get away with...?
"Put you hands behind you." He was holding the leather collar and
cuffs. "Now, Suzie!"
"Oh God, Mr. May, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I wore the bra! I promise
I'll never ever ever EVER..."
"God, Suzie." His voice cut across her pleading. "I sure do get sick
of hearing the same shit. Every time you screw up." He finished
putting the cuffs on, then lifted her hair out of the way as he
buckled the collar around her throat. "Pull your wrists up your back."
"Aaaahhh!" she gasped as he wrenched her wrists up even higher and
clipped the little lead to the collar. "Oh God - please...!"
"So you wanted to wear a bra, huh?" He was in front of her again,
fondling her left breast. "Well, that's OK. Yeah," he breathed as he
slowly teased her nipple to erectness, "you can wear a bra right
through till the end of class." And he reached into his pocket with
his other hand.
"Oh God, NO!" She cowered back in sudden horror as he brought the
vicious little serrated clip up towards her erect nipple.
"Don't you move your feet, Suzie!" he almost shouted at her as she
jerked desperately away from him. "Not if you don't want that email
to go. Now fucking hold still!"
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh no!" she gibbered, staring down at herself in
terror as he stretched out her nipple with his fingertips and brought
the savage little gaping jaws closer and closer. "Oh God Mr. May
please don't do it don't do it I'm begging you I'm begging you I'll
do anything anything anything anything I'll... Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww!
OWWWWWW! Oh God - oh GOD!..."
He stood looking at her as she hunched right over with her hands
still tied behind her, eyes tight shut and mouth gaping open in
agony. "Oh God!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!... Oh
God, Mr. May!... Oh PLEASE!... Oh it hurts!... It hurts!... It hurts
SO MUCH!... Oh God - PLEEEEEEASSSSSSE!!..."
"It'll settle down, Suzie." His voice was devoid of pity. "In a
little while you'll hardly even know it's there." Then he stepped
forward again. "Specially after I put the other one on."
"Aaahhh!... Aaaahhh!... Ohhhhhh!..." Don't respond, she told her body
desperately as he started slowly fondling her other nipple. Don't get
erect! For God's sake don't get erect!... But his mouth was at her
breast, licking and sucking ever so gently and insidiously, and she
felt the nipple starting to grow and swell of its own accord. And
then she jerked her eyes open just in time to see the other clip
closing on her tender flesh.
She shrieked in anguish. "You better keep it down, Suzie," Albie
shouted over the sound of her wailing. "Someone might come past the
storeroom and hear you hollering."
"Oh God!... Oh God, Mr. May...! Oh God, this is the worst... the
worst thing you've ever done to me...! Oh God - please...!"
"Aw, come on, Suzie. I'll bet they've started to settle down already.
Haven't they?"
"Oh God, no!... Now they're aching!... They're aching and
throbbing!... And it isn't stopping it isn't stopping it isn't
stopping!... Oh God - please - please - please - please - please!..."
But he was busy behind her back. "I'm gonna undo your wrists now,
Suzie. But then you gotta put your hands on your head. And it's the
same rule as last night - if your hands come off it's another
demerit. And you know what that'll mean, don't you?"
"Ohhhhhh!..." She hardly noticed the ache in her shoulders as her
wrists came free - her whole attention was on her tortured
nipples. "Oh God," she moaned as she slowly lifted her hands into
position. "Oh God!... Ohhhhhh!..."
He moved in front of her with something in his hand, but she didn't
even register what it was. She blinked at him wretchedly through her
tears. "Mr. May, please - please - please!!..."
"Coming up, Suzie." He reached up. "You're getting your bra back,
just like you wanted. Now lift your hands so I can slip them through
the bra straps. But don't take them down off your head!"
"Oh Mr. May, please!" She stood there trembling as he slid the bra
straps down her arms. "Please don't fasten the bra over them. They'll
hurt even more! Oh God - please!..."
"But you don't want your boobs bouncing, do you, Suzie? Not with all
those boys staring at you in the classroom. You couldn't bear that,
could you?" He slipped a bra cup in place over her right breast,
making her gasp with pain. Then he reached out towards her left
breast.
"Oh God, just a minute, Mr. May!" she begged desperately, hands still
on her head. "Ohhh!... Oh it hurts!..." Fresh tears brimmed in her
eyes and then ran down her already tear-soaked face. "Mr. May,
w...wouldn't just one clip be enough... enough to buy back the two
demerits? Oh God, does it have to be two? C...couldn't you take one
off? Before you put the bra on? Oh God, please, Mr. May!..."
"Two demerits?" He raised one eyebrow as he slid the second bra cup
into place. "Suzie, the bra only cost you one demerit. You still
gotta buy back the other demerit you got for the panties." He
stopped, and smiled at her. "And guess where THOSE clips are gonna
go!"
* * * * *
"You OK, Suzie?" Albie's voice came from the back of the classroom,
filled with apparent concern. "You don't look real well."
She gritted her teeth, gripping tightly on the edge of the desk. The
vicious little clips had settled down to a nagging throbbing ache on
her nipples and labia, but the pain flared again every time she
moved. "I'm... I'm OK, Mr. May. Th...thank you for your concern." You
hypocritical little monster!
"Gee, I'm sorry you're not well, Suzie," said one of the other
boys. "You were looking in great shape yesterday."
Several boys snickered. She flushed, then did her best to glare at
them until they fell silent. Then she took a deep breath and got
slowly and painfully to her feet, trying not to groan out loud, and
forced herself to walk around and check their workbooks.
Somehow she made it through till the end of the class. As the last of
the students were leaving Albie walked past her and whispered, "Stay
there, Suzie. Don't move till I get back."
Her knuckles were white on the edge of the desk by the time he got
back, and her whole body was trembling. "Oh God," she whispered,
looking beseechingly up at him, "I can't take these for even one more
minute! Oh please, Mr. May, can I go and take them off now? Oh for
God's sake - please, please, please..."
He looked at his watch. "OK," he said. "I guess you've had them on
long enough to make the point. You can take them off."
"Oh thank you, Mr. May!" She got shakily to her feet and started
moving towards the door, biting her lip against the pain.
"Nope," he said firmly, stepping in front of her. "You want them off,
you take them off here."
"What?" She stared at him in horror. "Here? In the classroom? For
God's sake, Mr. May..."
"OK, Suzie." He put an arm around her shoulders and propelled her
back to her chair. "You can just sit there with them on. Until you
decide to change your mind." And then he folded his arms and stood
there, waiting.
"Mr. May, please!" The sweat was breaking out on her face as she
clung desperately to the arms of her chair. "The classwork - it... it
distracted me. From the pain. But now... all I can think about... is
how much they're hurting! Mr. May, I can't stand it. You've got to
let me go and take them off!"
"So take them off, Suzie." His arms were still folded. "I already
said you could. Go ahead."
"Mr. May, please! How can I p...p...possibly take them off here? In
the classroom? Oh God - PLEASE!..."
"Tell you what, Suzie." He moved two steps sideways. "I'll stand
between you and the door. `Cause I'm such a nice guy. That make you
feel better?"
"Oh God!" Desperation drove her as she leaned forward and scrabbled
at the back of her blouse, pulling it frantically out of her
waistband. She reached up underneath it, groping desperately for the
bra hooks. "Oh God," she moaned again, looking fearfully in the
direction of the door. Then the bra cups came free and she almost
screamed as fresh pain surged through her tormented
breasts. "Ohhhhhh!" she wailed, groping urgently up under the front
of her blouse. She pushed the loose bra out of the way and clutched
at the first clip with shaking fingers. "Aaahhh!..." she gasped as
she eased the serrated jaws off her throbbing nipple. "Oh GOD!..."
"I hear they hurt even more when they come off," he said
helpfully. "That right, Suzie?"
"Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..." Oh God, you filthy sadistic little bastard,
I hope you rot in hell forever! Her fingers were at the other clip
now, trying desperately to ease it off more slowly and less
painfully. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned as the serrations slowly
pulled out of the deep indentations in her flesh. "Oh... my...
God!..."
He held out his hand for the clips. "OK," he said. "Now give me the
other two."
"Mr. May, please!" She looked hopelessly around him at the open
door. "If somebody comes..."
He shrugged. "OK, Suzie. It's your cunt, not mine." And he folded his
arms again.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God...!" She slid her skirt frantically up her
thighs and reached for her panties. "Owwwwww!" she moaned as she
pulled the panties away from her crotch and again jostled the clips
on her labia. "Oh God, it HURTS!..." She reached down desperately
towards her groin. Oh God, I don't care any more, she thought through
the pain, I don't give a damn who walks in now - I've just got to get
these OFF!...
She shuddered as she eased off the third clip, trying to stifle her
groans as fresh pain came flooding back. Then as she exhaustedly
tackled the last clip and shakily began to pull it free, her sweaty
fingers slipped off it and it snapped savagely shut again on her
tender labia. "Aaarrrggghhh!" she screamed. "Oh GODDDDDD!!"
He stood watching her struggle, trembling and whimpering, to finally
remove the vicious little implement. Then he held out his hand for it.
He looked at her as he slipped the clips into his pocket. "You
planning to wear a bra and panties to school again, Suzie?"
She sat there, eyes tight shut, clutching her throbbing crotch
through her skirt and trying not to cry.
"No, Mr. May," she whispered.
   
 
   
 

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