Bought and Trained(4)

By: Emily Tilton


Leo took the dishtowel out of her mouth.

“Tell me, Rose, what do you think happens to girls who lie to me?”

“They get spanked,” she whispered.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now do you want to save yourself a spanking by telling me the truth about how wet you are?”

“Oh my God,” she said. “I… I can’t…”

“Last chance,” Leo said. “Is your pussy wet, Rose?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “but… but that doesn’t mean I want any of this.”

“Oh, I know,” Leo said. “It will be quite a while before you want this. Or, let me put that another way. It will be quite a while before you tell me that you want this. Really, it will be quite a while before you can tell yourself that you want it. For now, all that I’m looking for is for you to be a good girl.”

He untied her.

“Do you remember what you’re supposed to do now, Rose?” he asked.

She nodded. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, Rose, if you want to be a good girl for me you have to.”

She stood up from the chair, her jeans still around her thighs, exposing the sexy lace panties even more fully to Leo’s admiring view. Leo sat on the couch, not taking his eyes off her. He had wanted to see her without her clothing since the first time her photo had crossed his desk. Trembling, and unable to look at him, of course, she pulled her pink T-shirt over her head, and dropped it to the floor.

She was wearing a cute little lace bra to match the panties. Her breasts were, as most of the Institute’s clients preferred, on the small side, but definitely distinct and very pert.

“Lovely,” Leo murmured. Rose’s eyes flashed up to meet his just for a moment. She blushed crimson, instantly, and lowered her eyes again.

“Take the bra off now, Rose,” Leo said. He watched her reach her hands behind to unhook it, and then couldn’t suppress a little sound of arousal in his own throat, when she shrugged the bra off and onto the floor, and he could see the lovely pink and white curves of her breasts, with their little pink nipples surmounting them, bouncing just the tiniest bit with the motion of removing the bra.

She heard the sound, and it seemed to send a shudder through her.

“Even lovelier,” Leo commented. “Lower those sexy panties now, please.”

Rose’s hands moved to the waistband, and her fingers began to tug downward, but then she stopped.

“I can’t…” she said. “I want… I want to be a…” She gulped, and her brow furrowed in the battle against herself that Leo knew was raging inside. She whispered, “I want to be a good girl, but… please don’t make me take off my panties.”

Leo reacted instantaneously, as he knew he must. He got up from the couch and grabbed Rose’s left arm and twisted it behind her back. He did it casually, but he could see the effect it had instantly upon Rose. The fear and desire in her eyes rose together to engulf her.

Using her left arm to control her, he pushed her down over the chair that she had been tied to.

“This is a shame, Rose,” Leo said. “You almost showed me how good a girl you can be. But it seems like you’re a naughty girl after all.” He got the rope again and with skill born of much practice, he tied her over the chair, bottom up, with her arms and legs secured to the legs of the chair.

“I hope you didn’t pay very much for these jeans, Rose,” he said. He pulled a pair of surgical shears from his bag, and began to cut the jeans off her legs.

“What… what are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m doing what needs to be done with a naughty girl,” Leo replied, calmly. “Maybe next time you won’t be so slow to take off your clothes for your master.” He cut along one outside seam of the jeans, all the way, and then the other, and they fell away from her into pieces when he tugged at the denim.

“Don’t be mad at yourself, Rose,” he said sardonically. “You were going to have your first spanking sooner or later.” He looked down at her backside, offered to him helplessly over the chair. The lace accentuated her lovely bottom so well that he decided to keep her in her panties for a bit.

“I think a girl’s first spanking should always be with the open hand, don’t you, Rose?” He let the question stay rhetorical, as he began to spank her.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Rose wailed through deep, panting breaths, as the first dozen or so blows landed hard on her panty-covered backside.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me now, Rose?”

“Yes!” she screamed.