Bought and Trained(6)

By: Emily Tilton




* * *



When he moved back into Rose’s field of vision, he was carrying a beer and a sandwich.

“Now, Rose,” Leo said, “it’s not my intention that you should be hungry or thirsty. That’s not the kind of discipline that we’re interested in, in our program. So I’m going to take your panties out of your mouth now and ask you whether you’re hungry. OK?”

Rose nodded miserably. Leo put down his beer and took the edge of the ruined panties between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled them out of Rose’s mouth, and set them atop her head.

Rose shook her head wildly, and the panties flew off, but Leo picked them up and put them back on top of her head.

“No, no, Rose,” he said. “That is the kind of discipline that we’re interested in, in the program. Those panties are going to stay on top of your head until I’m satisfied that you understand how important it is to be a good girl for me. If you try to shake them off again, it’s going to be the cane for you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Rose whispered.

“There we go,” Leo said. “Now, are you hungry, Rose?”

“No,” Rose said.

“Alright,” Leo said, “but I’ll keep asking. Usually when a girl is being trained, in the beginning, her body is too overwhelmed for the first few hours to think about food. But I think in an hour or two your hunger is going to hit you like a ton of bricks. I want to make sure you know, though, that it would be very foolish to try not to eat as a way of defying me. That kind of defiance gets punished very severely. Also, I’m going to untie you in just a moment, and have you drink a glass of water. You may even have something harder if you like, as well. I see you have a bottle of wine open, and I brought beer. But the water is not optional. One of the most important things of all for a new girl is to make sure she stays hydrated. So I’m afraid I’m going to be in the bathroom with you when you pee.”

“What?” Rose asked desperately. Her head moved in a jerk that brought the panties down to the floor again. Leo tsked, and gave her a hard spank across both cheeks.

“Naughty,” he said. “Rose, why do you think your panties are on your head?”

“I don’t know,” Rose said, with an attempt at defiant refusal to answer such a humiliating question.

“Let me ask you a question, then,” Leo said in a friendly tone. “Does a modern girl who gets to make her own decisions about her life—and in particular her sex life—wear panties on top of her head?”

“No,” Rose whispered.

“Exactly,” Leo said. “How does it make a modern girl like that feel to have panties on top of her head?”

“Ashamed,” Rose replied, in the same whisper.

“Embarrassed,” Leo said, “degraded, humiliated, debased, and abased. You’re a clever girl, Rose,” he continued. “Can you connect the dots? Why does it make you feel ashamed to be wearing your panties on your head?”

“I don’t know,” Rose said, a sullen note now entering the tone of her voice.

“Oh, I think you do,” Leo said. He put down the plate with the sandwich on it, and picked up the Penthouse Forum magazine from the couch. He leafed through it. “Look at this, Rose,” he said. “I bet you read this one a lot.” He held up in front of her eyes a story entitled ‘Backdoor Pleasures.’

“The magazine just fell open to this place,” he said. “I wonder why that is? What is this one about, Rose?”

Rose made a tiny shake of her head, clearly trying not to let the panties fall off.

Still holding the magazine up in front of her in his left hand, Leo gave her another spank with his right. Her head jerked, and the panties once again fell to the floor. Leo gave her three spanks for that, and then returned the panties to their position.

“Oh, please…” Rose said.

“Please, what?” Leo said.

“Please, Master?” she asked.

Leo chuckled. This was going very well. “Please, Master, what?”

“Please don’t spank me.”

Leo spanked her. Rose cried out.

“We’ll continue our discussion of your reading material in a moment, Rose,” Leo said. “But now I think we had better inspect the state of your pussy.”

“Oh, Master, please, no… I…”

“Do you want to confess something, Rose?” Leo asked.

“I’m wet,” she whispered.

Leo put his right hand on her bottom, and began to caress it, and Rose sighed and moaned. Leo worked his fingers down further and began to caress her along the pussy lips that would not have their cute blond hair for very much longer. Rose cried out in her forced pleasure.