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A DEMONSTRATION IN TEENAGE OBEDIENCE
Chapter 1 Hounded Into Submission
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*** A DEMONSTRATION IN TEENAGE OBEDIENCE ***
by gautam_master
*** WARNING *** WARNING *** WARNING ***
The following story depicts very explicit acts of cruel discipline and
sexual abuse inflicted upon mature (16-19) teenage girls. It is
entirely fictional, and is intended solely for the personal amusement
of adults over the age of 21 who have expressed an interest in such
material. It is in no way to be considered an endorsement by the author
of the actual commitment of such acts as those described. If you are
offended by material of this sort, then by all means DON'T READ IT!
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Chapter 1 "Hounded Into Submission"
"Ok Melissa, pull up your slip and show Paul your pussy."
The command, given to pretty sixteen year old Melissa Andrews by her father
Dave, was not one a girl her age would normally expect to hear. But then
Dave was not exactly a normal father. For him the most important trait in a
female, especially a young daughter, was obedience. Absolute.
Unquestioning. Immediate. Failure to give it earned punishment.
The punishments Melissa and her eighteen year old sister Sharon had
received while growing up had been bad enough. Neither could remember a
time when they weren't constantly being ordered to bend over and bare for
the cane, paddle, or strap. Then last summer he'd sent them away to the
notorious Hackmoore Girl's Disciplinary Academy for even harsher training.
It had been a three month nightmare of pain and sexual abuse, all requested
by, approved, and carefully photo-documented for their father's benefit.
And now here he was trying to talk his best friend Paul Winslow into
sending HIS daughter Cindy off to the very same school, supposedly to cure
her "stubborn willfulness". And to better make his point he intended to use
poor Melissa as an example.
The three of them were in the living-room of Dave's house. The two men were
seated on the couch. Melissa was standing in front of them. She'd been
ordered to dress in her "discipline slip" for the occasion. It was a plain
white satin slip, slit down the back and tied closed with ribbons.
Additional ribbons formed the straps over the shoulders. This allowed the
garment to be removed easily over bound hands and feet.
"Quickly now. Don't embarrass me in front of Paul." her father commanded.
Blushing deeply, Melissa raised the hem of her slip a scant couple of
inches. The way her lithe young thighs were pressed together all Paul could
see was the very top of her cleft, but even that was enough to make his
cock throb suddenly to life. Like Dave he was into harsh discipline and had
a thing for pretty teenage girls. He'd often admired Dave's two young
daughters, but until now he'd never imagined his friend would actually make
them show off their sexual charms to him. He hoped he wasn't dreaming.
Dave was not impressed by Melissa's efforts. "You can do better than that,"
he snapped in disgust. "Show it right!"
Melissa gulped. Her father's tone of voice was unmistakable. Behave or get
punished. She immediately jerked the him up to her waist and spread her
legs wide. Her blush this time was a bright scarlet. Dave was the first to
break the long, admiring silence that followed. He winked at Paul, a
message to play along. "Well, what do you think?"
Paul response was carefully casual. "Very pretty. I like the way the pink
inner lips peek out around the edges of her slit. Her clit also stands out
nicely. If I were you I'd make her keep it shaved off like it is now.
Dave nodded thoughtfully. "Thanks for the suggestion. I will."
They continued to look for another couple of minutes before Dave asked,
"Ready for the flip side?" Paul managed to tear his eyes away long enough
to reply, "Sure!"
"Ok Melissa. Turn slowly, and keep your legs spread this time! That's it.
All the way around. Ok, stop. Now pull that slip up under your arms and
bend over. No, all the way down. Hands on the floor. Feet a little wider.
Wider damnit! That's better. Now arch your spine, stick out your ass, and
hold it. That's fine."
This time Paul's dick wanted to rip right up out of his pants. Never had he
seen a girl so fully exposed. Her pert little round buns yawed wide open,
the cleft between them reduced to a shallow grove. Her bare sex gaped
helplessly, its every inner secret fully revealed to his lustful gaze. If
she opened her mouth he was sure he could see daylight. "Not bad, hunh,"
Dave asked with just a bit of fatherly pride. "Imagine having Cindy trained
to do this."
Paul cleared his throat, which for some reason had gone suddenly dry.
"Uh... yeah. Not bad at all." He leaned forward for a closer look. "That
sure is a tiny little cunthole. She must be real tight."
Dave grinned. "As a cat's ass. But that ain't nothing compared to her butt.
Virgin tight and tender as hell. After what happened to her at that school
she hates even having it touched."
Paul looked puzzled. "Oh? What was that?"
Dave's reply was a little embarrassed. "Well, actually it's kind of my
fault. The people at the school have this special treatment that's supposed
to tone up the ass muscles. You know, make 'em nice and firm so they don't
get stretched out of shape. It's a kind of chair with a little metal prong
about the size of your thumb sticking up from the seat. They run a current
through it to make the muscles clench. Kind'a painful, especially if it
goes on for very long. Anyway, when I filled out the forms I checked the
box for "maximum". I didn't know that meant they'd spend a whole day on
that prong, getting the shit shocked out of them."
"Oh." It was all Paul could think of to say.
Paul was so busy admiring the view that he hardly noticed when Dave got up
and walked out of the room. When he returned he was leading a very large
Great Dane on a leash. It was Butch, the family pet. "Okay," he said with a
flourish, "time to demonstrate sexual responsiveness." He turned to his
young daughter. "On your hands and knees kid, forehead to the floor, and
spread 'em wide."
Melissa took one look at the huge dog and panicked. She fell to her knees.
"Oh no Daddy! Please don't make me do it! Not the dog! Not in front of Mr.
Winslow! PLEASEEE!!!!"
Dave's face darkened. "You have just earned yourself one whipping for
disobedience, and one extra one for misbehaving in front of a guest. Both
will be QUITE severe. Now get it up here!"
With a sob of despair Melissa did as she was told. Head down and ass up,
her knees spread wide, her shaved sex gaped in open invitation. Dave
unhooked the dogs leash and said, "Go boy!"
The hound bounded over the girl in two steps. He apparently had done this
before because he went immediately to her plump cleft and started lapping.
Dave returned to the couch to watch the show.
"I think it's interesting to note that Melissa would rather die than show
sexual response to a dog," Dave commented casually. "Especially in front of
another man. She'll do everything in her power to resist the sensations.
She will of course be unable to, thanks to all those special female
hormones and stimulants the school treated her with. She has less control
now over her orgasm than she has over breathing. But she'll still try."
Dave was right. Poor little Melissa never had a chance. First her fists
clenched. Then her hips began to wriggle. She bit her lip to try to stifle
the moans. The dog was winning. Finally when she knew all was lost she
buried her face in her hands and let the spasms take her, her hips
thrusting helplessly against the probing tongue. It went on for a long
time.
"Damn it Melissa! Back into position!" Dave snapped. "I didn't say you
could get up."
Melissa's tear streaked face turned toward her father. "B... but..."
"That makes three whippings you've got coming," Dave hissed. "Now get that
little ass of yours back in position!"
The second one was even worse. Her sex was already wet, swollen, and
excruciatingly sensitive from her previous orgasm. She writhed and moaned
and sobbed in helpless frustration at the brutally intense sensations
streaming up from between her widely parted thighs. The outcome was
inevitable. She wailed helplessly as the second set of spasms shook her.
Nor did it stop there. Melissa looked up at her father, her eyes pleading.
He just grinned. She was cumming for the forth time when her mother walked
in.
Ann Andrews shook her head and just smiled at the sight of her daughter and
the dog on the floor. She walked over to her husband and kissed him hello.
"Hi sweetheart," she said cheerfully. "Why hello Paul."
"Uh... Hi Ann," he replied, his voice betraying his nervousness. He was
unsure of how the mother would react to the blatant sexual abuse of her
sixteen year old daughter. She just smiled. "I see you boys are having a
good time."
Paul colored slightly and looked uncomfortable. Dave nodded with boyish
enthusiasm. "You bet. I was just showing Paul the benefits of sending his
daughter off to that girl's training school. Melissa is helping. Oops!
There she goes again."
Three pairs of eyes turned to watch Melissa clutch the carpet and gurgle
into another long series of spasms. When they finally passed Ann said,
"Well, I hate to break up the show but we've got to be at the Henderson's
in half an hour for bridge club."
Dave looked thunderstruck. "Oh SHIT! I forgot all about it. And I didn't
even call the baby sitter." He glanced around wildly, his eyes falling on
his friend. "Paul! You've got to help me. Stay with the girls for a few
hours while we go out. How about it?"
Paul hesitated, unsure of how to handle this sudden turn of events. "Uh...
I don't know Dave. I'm not much of a baby sitter." Behind them Melissa
suddenly cried out in the throes of yet another orgasm. No one could
remember whether it was her fifth or sixth. Dave paused, thinking. He
caught his wife's eye. "Could you excuse us for a minute dear? Man talk."
When she was gone Dave pulled Paul aside and said, "Listen chum, I can see
by the bulge in your pants that you're just dying to get at that cute
little piece of teenage ass over there on the floor. Lord knows she's all
warmed up for it." Behind them Melissa moaned as if in confirmation. "And
believe me I don't mind. We'll be gone for hours. Fuck her all you want."
It was tempting. Damn tempting. The problem was that deep down inside Paul
still just couldn't believe Dave really meant what he was saying. Dave
squeezed his arm. "Even better, give her those three whippings I promised
her. There's all sorts of canes and ropes and things down in the basement.
Her sister Sharon's already down there, tied up over the trestle. I was
planning to demonstrate a good old fashioned ass whipping for you after we
finished with Melissa."
Paul wavered. "Well..."
Dave sighed. "Ok, if it makes you feel any better I'll tell you what we'll
do. We'll make a deal. A gentlemen's agreement so to speak. That way it'll
be fair for everybody."
"What kind of deal?" Paul asked suspiciously.
"You're going to send your daughter Cindy off to the same school my two
went to, right?"
There was no question about that one. Paul had seen more than enough to
convince him of the school's merits. He nodded.
"And when she gets back she'll be just as well trained as mine are."
"I suppose so," Paul replied cautiously.
"So here's the agreement. You can do anything you want to my two daughters
tonight. And I do mean ANYTHING! As long as I get to do the same things to
your daughter some night after she gets back. That way we both know it
won't get too far out of hand."
Paul thought about it. A smile played slowly over his lips. "You know,
Cindy has been a real pain in the ass lately. Protecting her precious hide
from you won't be much of a deterrent. In fact it'll probably have the
opposite effect."
Dave shrugged. "That's her problem. Deal?"
Paul nodded. "Deal?"
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