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• ?This is an incredible place? Don said, looking around the livingroom of Fenton's large suburban house. ?You must have it goin' on, Fenton!? Fentonchuckled. ?Remember what Fitzgerald said to Hemingway, Don..'The rich are differentfrom us' and Hemingway responded ?Yes, they have more money' I'd offer youa jay, but Tali is a government attorney, and it's not politic to have pothere in the house.? Don gazed at Fenton the Felon as the door slammed, anda harried young woman stalked in the living room. Fenton smiled. ?Tali, howare you? I'd like you to meet John O'Donnell, but they call him Dirty Don?

Natalia Snowden, 30 year old assistant Prosecuting Attorney for MontgomeryCounty , Maryland , greeted the middle aged guys in their leather jackets,a stark contrast to her business suit. ?Hi, Don?Fenton, this isn't a good nightfor company. I am so fucking pissed at this defense attorney?? Tali shouted,and stamped her foot, but then suddenly blanched. ?Oh, I'm sorry. I'm terriblysorry, Fenton?I didn't mean to swear.? Don remembered that from reform school?Fentonhad a dirty, filthy mind, but never used the seven curse words, he said itwas a weakness of vocabulary. ?I'm just in a bad mood, that's all.? Tali wasbabbling now ?I'm working too much, this plea arrangement??

Fenton shook his head gravely, but inwardly he was smiling. Tali looked alot like Melanie Griffith, Fenton thought, or perhaps Bernadette Peters, thoughBernadette was way before Tali's time. She had tousled, curly blond hair thatwent down just below her ears, full lips and big, innocent emerald eyes thatput Fenton in mind of a gamboling kitten. She looked so out of place in a beigebusiness suit, the button down shirt just covering her considerable bosom?likea cheerleader who had mugged Steve Forbes. Tali looked somewhat alarmed asFenton cocked his head. ?You really feel big, using those bad words and beinguppity in front of your Master's friends, don't you??

?Fenton, let up.? Tali threw her arms in the air, and Don watched her chestheave beneath the beige jacket. ?I'm an adult, and this is my house, I workhard, unlike some people, and my job makes me tense!? Tali stamped her footagain. Noting the look in Fenton's eye, Tali faltered. ?Fenton I just havea demanding job?please don't puni-? Tali looked at Don. ?Please let's resolvethis later. Any way you want.? Tali looked imploringly at Fenton, who remainedimplacable. Don was astounded. Any way Fenton wanted. She was afraid he waspissed because she'd said fuck. Fenton turned to Don. ?Look, Don, I'm sorryto have to take care of this now, but it won't take long, and you'll enjoyobserving, I think.?

Don smiled nervously. ?If you guys are having a fight?? Tali interrupted. ?Fenton,we can't do this in front of strangers, please. I have my career to consider.? Fentonpointed at the door leading to Tali's study. Tali turned without a word andwent in there, and returned with a large, thick wooden paddle with holes andwhat looked to be a razor strop like Granddad O'Donnell had used when the truancyofficer came around. Fenton took the paddle and the strap calmly. ?Please takeoff your jacket, and pull down your panties. Tali blurted ?Fenton, PLEASE.I'll make you guys a nice dinner.? Fenton shook his head. ?Afterwards. Takeoff your jacket and pull down your panties.? Tali's face was bright red. ? I'llbuy you a new motorcycle, I'll?? Fenton shook his head, and Tali burst intotears. She draped her jacket over the living room chair and went to the sofa,where she flipped up her skirt showing rose colored panties, and to Don's amazementgarters attached to nylon stockings.

?I don't believe in pantyhose? Fenton smiled at Don. ?Pull them down, Natalia.? Taligave the uncomfortable Don an mortified look and pulled her panties down, throwingherself over the arm of the couch. Don had been watching Tali's behind twitchin the little skirt, and now was mesmerized by the sight of her full pale cheeksand the little tuft between the backs of her legs. ?Not low enough.? Fentonsmiled, pulling the rose-colored panties to mid-thigh. Fenton raised the paddleand struck

Fenton touched the globes of Tali's opaque bottom once or twice very gentlywith the wooden paddle, and tehn gave Tali's right cheek a harsh swat. WHACK!Don expected Tali to begin screaming, as a nasty red spot had come up, butthe girl made no noise WHACK! Fenton was keeping to the right cheek WHACK!WHACK! WHACK! Don noted that a purplish bruise was rising on Tali's right cheek. ?Fenton? Doninterposed, ?Maybe she's had enough.?

He wondered if he should call the police. Don's dick was nearly ripping outof his jeans, but he thought Tali might be in shock. ?She's not saying anything,she?? Fenton held his hand up, cocking his head as he had did in the old daysat the reformatory, right before he'd kick a Mex gang lord in the nuts.

?Why, Don? ? Fenton asked again ?Because she's not making any noise? Thinkshe's passed out?? Don looked at Tali. Her bottom was a mess. There were raw,red blisters around her butt and thighs. Fenton kicked Tali's right thigh roughlyjust under a big bruise, and Tali gasped. ?Tali, Don's worried that you arecatatonic. To show him that you are with it, I want you to say the mantra aftereach whack, and then recite the Presidents backwards.? WHACK! ?Thank you Master,may I have another? George Walker Bush. WHACK! ?Thank you Master, may I haveanother? William Jefferson Clinton.?

This went on until about James Buchanan, when Fenton let her off, moving tothe leather strop. After ten of these, Tali moved her bottom a bit. ?Why areyou moving, Natalia?? Fenton asked, with a tight voice. ?I'm sorry, Fenton.? Tali'svoice had a slight catch in it, but was steady. Fenton moved to the other cheek.The strop fell ten times. At the final WHACK, Don heard a moan from Tali, andFenton pulled Tali up by the hair, pushing her tear-streaked face near his.

?Are you complaining, honey?? Fenton smiled. ?This doesn't seem to be yournight.? Fenton dropped Tali to the floor and snapped his fingers, and the girlmechanically undressed, revealing a body like Don had only seen on Betty Cooperin Archie Comics.

Tali crawled to the sofa and leaned over the arm again. Fenton shook his head. ?No,I want you to show Don your tolerance training.? Fenton grinned at Don, whowas unconsciously playing pocket-pool at this point. ?I'm sure Don is impressedat your ability to not show pain, but wouldn't he be amazed to know that youcan give him service, and be reprimanded at the same time!?

Tali looked up at Fenton. ?Fenton, I hardly know Don?I can't? Fenton leanedover and slapped Tali across the face. Then he stood up. ?C'mon Don, let'sget out of here?Tali has decided that she wants to curse, throw tantrums andalienate her guests?Let's go to Ruby Tuesdays.? Tali jumped up, her bare breastsjiggling. ?No, please?I want to cook your dinner, Fenton. I just can't?witha stranger.? Fenton turned and began discussing dinner with Don as if Taliwasn't in the room, and soon after they left, with Tali still beseeching them.

Tali lay crying on her Princess bed, her bruises and welts forgotten. Whatwould she do now? Fenton was the most loving, kind Master she'd ever known,and a wonderful guy as well. Before Tali had met Fenton, she was a chubby cocaineabuser with a serious ulcer?and he'd brought her back, and made her feel wonderfulagain, just in eight months. What could she do? Tali sat up and wiped her eyes,and thought about how she could make amends to her wonderful master of eightmonths. She would have to service his fat, ugly friend. Jesus. But that waswhat Fenton wanted. Tali went to the closet, and began going through her things,remembering when she'd met Fenton.

?This one should be easy, Tali?we should get this boy on the three strikeslaw, hell ten strikes.? Lee, Tali's supervisor was talking earnestly to her,trying to prep her for trial. ?We're talking about a thirty-five year careerof grand theft auto.? Lee, a pleasant, but very earnest balding fellow touchedTali's arm, trying not to show his extreme interest in her chest. ?the firsttime this bastard got popped, he'd repainted and sold a schoolbus, and it turnedout to be a vehicle belonging to the orphanage he lived in?ten and a half yearsold.? Lee had touched Tali's arm again.

?But be careful? Lee urged. Fenton the Felon's done very little time, andit seems whenever there is a woman as judge or prosecuting attorney?I knowit sounds sexist---but when that happens, or if there are too many women onFenton Weir's jury, something screws up, and he walks.? Tali, who had a remarkableconviction record for her three years as assistant D.A., was annoyed at theidea that she could be swayed by a lady-killer.

Remembering this now, Tali laughed as she drew a bath and began ironing herwhite stockings, those that made her look as if she were a submissive lambcoming to the slaughter. Tali jumped in the bathtub and luxuriated, hopingthe welts on her butt would heal, just for tonight. Tali found the razor andbegan shaving her pubic area..this was usually a punishment of Fenton's buthe would be pleased to see her voluntarily bare. Would he forgive Tali?

She should've known better not to demur over servicing Fenton's pal?rememberthe time Tali was forced to blow the postman? ?We've got to sweep that ex-debutantedebris out of your curly little head.? Fenton often said. ?You're a slave,not a Junior League member.? Washing under her arms, Tali noticed a copy of ?Plutarch'sLives? on the commode. Fenton reads all the time, she thought. He was readingat his own trial!

As she presented her opening remarks, Tali eyed the defendant, charged amazinglywith heisting state trooper cars and reselling them as getaway vehicles inbank holdups. He was a lady killer? Five foot six, big hook nose, thick out-ofdate aviator glasses, pale brown skin, graying Afro and tattoos. Somehow, despitebeing in a detention jumpsuit and chains, this guy had brought a copy of FredricNietzche's ?Twilight of the Idols?, and was thumbing through it bemusedly,occasionally looking up at the Assistant D.A. as if she were a child afterhis lollipop. He wasn't a good looking guy at all, Tali thought, as she wavedher pointer in front of a chart showing the location of the theft ring. Fentonhad wiped his glasses with a disapproving look after he'd been cross-examinedby the second chair, Tali had noticed with a giggle. Leo did spit when he talked.

Thinking about it now, Tali carefully climbed out of the tub and toweled herselfoff pulling the towel over her generous breasts. They'd gone through a lotlately. The other night, after Tali was talking too loudly on the phone whileFenton was watching Charlie Rose, he'd hung her by her pierced nipples foran hour and a half. Fenton had hooked up this ingenious device?a very thinpiece of wire cord that he could string through Tali's pierced nipples rightat chin level in the kitchen doorway. That way, Tali ?s breasts were pulledup, and she had to stand on tiptoe to keep the nipples from being ripped?aftera while, her heels would hurt, and so she would relax and then nipples wouldfeel the strain again. Tali hated that punishment more than all the othersput together she thought?breasts taut, pulled in the air, her hands cuffedbehind her back.

Fenton often hooked Tali to the evil wire, stuffing a gag in her mouth whilehe messed with his Master Chess 4000 software or fucked some teenybopper inTali's Princess bed. Once, Fenton had humiliated Tali horribly by letting a19 year old receptionist diddle Tali's twat with a vibrator, turning it onand off just before she came, while Tali hung to the wire. Fenton would oftengive Tali paddlings while she shifted miserably between the pressure on herheels and the pressure on her nipples. Occasionally, Fenton would put a combinationlock on a chain chaining Tali's wrists, and then go out of the house, and thiswould give Tali a chance to desperately fiddle with the dial and possibly gether hands loose and unstring the fucking wire, but Tali was skilled enoughat this that Fenton usually just left the nasty handcuffs on, and watched hersquirm. He'd always release Tali just before she got to a breaking point. Fentoncould read her mind, and knew how to calm Tali down or get her flustered. Talismiled ruefully, recalling the end of the trial.

At the end of recess, Tali had had to move past the defendant to get to herdesk. ?Your seams aren't straight, Miss Snowden.? The whisper came, and shestopped, and turned to Fenton the Felon. It was not the first time a defendanthad whispered to Tali from the box?she was used to derogatory remarks, beggingand the like, but??What?? Tali turned to Fenton, as comfortable in his chainsas he might be in an evening suit at the Algonquin. ?Miss Snowden, you arewearing seamed stockings. They aren't straight.? Tali had stared at Fenton,forgetting the judge, the jury and the county of Montgomery, if not the Stateof Maryland. ?Excuse me, Mr. Weir?? But then the bastard went back to his book.Afterthis, Tali had flubbed a presentation of a crucial piece of evidence, and Fenton'sdefense attorney, a competent man hired by Fenton's ex-wife, and one of hisformer parole officers, got the case quashed. Tali barely noticed the disgustof the judge and Leo in the second chair as she surreptitiously kept sneakinglooks at the defendant.

Eight months later, she still couldn't take her eyes off Fenton most of thetime, Tali thought, as she donned her pearl white pull-up stockings and highheels. After putting on hot pink lip gloss and nail polish, something she couldnever wear in the courtroom?but it was Friday night?Tali went to the basementand brought up the sawhorse, the canes and Fenton's favorite straightened coathanger, placing these items strategically in the den. She looked at herselfcritically in the mirror?Nude except for the white thigh high stockings andheels, gold rings in her nipples, Tali looked the epitome of submissiveness.Don was homely, and his teeth were gross,but he wasn't creepy looking, andit would certainly be less work than the time Fenton had Tali suck off FentonJr., his son with a Virginia appellate judge, and F.J.'s teenage punk rockfriends.

Fenton had taught both his 17 year old son and his 12 year old daughter howto give their future stepmother bare bottom paddlings when she got on theirnerves, and yet Tali looked forward to their visits. Tali was amazed at howthey looked up to their dad, who, despite being a funny, bright guy, was perhapsthe most unsuccessful criminal she'd ever prosecuted. Too short to be an armedrobber, not well coordinated enough for lockman burglary work (though agileenough to string that damn wire through Tali's tits) Fenton had survived onlyslightly on his car work, and was unfit for legitimate employment?a grade-schooldropout, Fenton hadn't had an honest job since being kicked out of the AirForce in the early seventies. How did this guy live, she'd wondered then?

She knew how he'd lived for the past eight months? AsTali had left the courthouse, musing her failure, the Maserati Tali's folkshad given her for her Smith graduation pulled up, and the door opened. Themetal ?Club? that Dad insisted she put on her steering wheel was tossed intothe street, sawed in half, and a German language copy of Nietzche's ?Twilightof the Idols?was taken off the passenger seat by a brown, tattooed hand. ?Ms.Snowden, may I drop you anywhere?? He'd moved in by five that night, and byeight, Tali was across Fenton's lap for not folding his clothes carefully enoughafter she'd unpacked them. What did Fenton do? Tali gave Fenton an allowanceto keep him from his hubcap hobbies?she cleaned the house, paid the bills,made Fenton's lunch while he was sleeping before she left for work?Fenton kepther in line, and she was happier now than she'd ever been in her life. Talismiled as she knelt in front of the door way, naked except for her stockingsand heels, with two dry martinis on the floor in front of her, waiting forthe men.

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As they walked into the house again, Don was shaking his head, slightly. Duringdinner, Fenton had talked about everything except what had just happened?Fentonhitting his girlfriend with a belt. Did she get off on this? Did he? Wouldshe have him arrested? Don had first encountered Fenton ?Hot? Weir in 1971at Boys Village, a Maryland juvenile prison. They both sang Charlie Ryan's ?HotRod Lincoln? off key, constantly and enjoyed Raymond Chandler novels, and Don,a weedy boy and Cottage B's lone Caucasian had been grateful for the protectionof the whimsical 17 year old car thief. Fenton looked like a black Woody Allen,but no one fucked with him, that was for sure. Two years after his parole,Don, on furlough from the base at Fort Dix had passed a gaggle of cop carsand seen Fenton being handcuffed for God knows what. Bent over the cop car,Fenton had spotted Don and winked, and Private O'Donnell wondered whether Fentonwas having a better day than he was.

Twice divorced and unemployed, Don had run into Fenton at Champion Billiardsa few weeks before. Don asked Fenton how he was doing. Had he finally gonestraight?. Fenton grinned, leaning against his pool cue. Don had lost his hairand picked up two hundred pounds, looked like Daddy Warbucks gone to seed.Fenton looked just the same. ?If you mean do I steal cars any more, no?andmy chop shop is closed, but I'm not sure if that means I've gone straight.? Asthey entered the house now, Don recalled the scene before they'd left for dinnerand wondered if there would be cops waiting for them. Don had a bench warrantor two out there?Jesus. Surely hitting that girl with a belt was assault. Asthey opened the door and walked in, Don's eye fell to the floor, and his jawdropped.

Kneeling on the hard wood floor of the hallway, was Ms. Natalia Temple Snowden,Assistant District Attorney for Montgomery County, Maryland, wearing nothingbut white pull up stockings that just covered the top of her thighs, and whitegloves?and nothing else. And Tali was kneeling in an upright position?she wasnot resting that gorgeous butt on the back of her thighs. Don noticed thatTali no longer had the tuft of pubic hair, she had shaved her vagina completely.Don was once again mesmerized by Tali's full round white breasts?at least a34DD, and still perked up.

The nipples were pink and quite hard, and there were gold rings in the tips.Jesus, those tits are big. No wonder the girl had to wear these thick businessclothes to be taken seriously at work. In front of Tali there was a hairbrushmade of ivory, the wooden paddle, a dog whip that Tali and Fenton had boughtwhile touring England that summer, a bamboo cane and what looked to be a straightenedcoat hanger. And in front of the implements stood two dry martinis. Tali kepther eyes to the ground, her painted lips solemn, and Fenton leaned over andpicked up the drinks, handing one to Don, who immediately downed his. Fentontook a sip and leaned over, and began stroking one of Tali's breasts. Talimoaned as Fenton stroked around the areola before shrieking as he twisted thenipple brutally. ?So Tali, what do you have to say for yourself?? Fenton stoodup and sipped his martini.

Tali kept her eyes downcast and murmured. ?Master I want to beg for your forgiveness?youand Master Don.? Don's eyes bulged. ?I am very sorry that I resisted givingMaster Don service while being reprimanded?I understand this is important tomy training, and want nothing more than to give Master Don the ultimate pleasure.? Talishuddered inwardly, thinking of Don, who looked like Daddy Warbucks gone toseed. ?I was rude to you and Master Don, and I beseech you to punish me forthis as well.?

Fenton looked at her. ?Are you sure? Tali, you know you're a big, bad DA,honey?you like to put your foot down.? Tali kept her eyes to the floor. ?Godknows when I met you in court five years ago, you weren't interested in yourown bondage and discipline?just poor Fenton's. ? Tali kept her eyes to thefloor, but a tear began running down one cheek.?What's a rich Chevy Chase girllike you want with a half-nigger, half Jew felon like me anyway.? Tali beganto shake, and her breasts jiggled, mesmerizing Don.

Fenton winked at Don. ?Do you think Tali is sorry for her outburst. With allI do to make her happy, to train her to be obedient and productive?? ?Likeyou, Fenton?? Don cracked, and Fenton doubled over laughing. ?Are you sure,Tali? Beg for your punishment?lick Don's boots.? Tali crawled over to Don'smuddy boots, her stomach churning. Fenton had showed her a picture of himselfand Don and two other boys when they'd been inmates; Fenton was the same atseventeen as he was now?the Afro had been darker, and he'd worn John Lennongranny glasses?Don had been way better looking, muscular, with full dark hair..butnow Don was obese and the pretty dark hair had vanished. And it didn't seem,at least to Tali's sensitive nostrils,that Don was especially aquainted withsoap and water?but she moved to the boots, and began kissing and licking themud off, mumbling ?I am a bad slave. Please punish me. Teach me to be moreobedient.? Oh, it was disgusting, but Tali cleaned off both boots, and resolvedto re-apply her lipstick and find some Scope when all this was over.

?Well, I guess we'll have to give you another chance.? Fenton smiled. ?Rise,slave.? Tali got up, picking up the hairbrush, paddle and strop. ?You can leavethe hairbrush, Tali.? Fenton said. ?That's punishment for tepid coffee in themorning. Tali looked at Fenton. ?Let's go in the study, shall we? I trust youbrought in the sawhorse, Natalia.? Tali nodded mechanically and began walkinginto the study, Don and Fenton followed and Don watched Tali's gorgeous asscheeks bobble as she walked. The bruises from the earlier whipping did notmar the beauty of the pearly white globes. Don noticed that the thigh highstockings and spike heels seemed to emphasize Tali's nudity. Once in the study,Tali handed Fenton the implements and gazed at the floor..

Fenton pointed at the sawhorse, and Tali went and bent over. Don winced. Therewasn't even a cushion on the horse for her, she was just bent over the woodenedge with her bare belly, and her gorgeous butt sticking out. The thigh-highwhite pull-ups with their lace edges made Tali's butt look even curvier, andDon realized that dressing this way was part of Tali's apology for tellingFenton off in her business suit. Fenton looked at the paddle, and handed thestrop to Don. ?Here we are. ..? Fenton strolled to where the near-naked girlwas crouched over the sawhorse. ?Are you ready, Tali?? ?Yes sir? came her reply.Fenton looked at the various implements, and then chose the straightened coathanger,which had a handle that had been roughly fashioned from black hockeytape.

Fenton stepped over to Tali. All Don could see from where he was was Tali'supturned butt, but he watched Fenton as Fenton leaned over and ruffled thegirls hair affectionately. ?Tali, I'm starting with the coat hanger.? Therewas a sharp intake of breath from the Assistant District Attorney for MontgomeryCounty, Maryland. Fenton straightened up. ?I would start with the paddle orthe cane, but you've really embarrassed me in front of Master Don, and certainlyhurt Master Don's feelings. I feel that I've failed you in your training, Natalia.? Thegirl remained silent. Fenton took off his leather jacket and threw it on Tali'sLa-ZBoy. Then he raised the hanger and began whipping.WHACK!

Don saw a thin red line appear in the middle of Tali's buttocks. WHACK! WHACK!Don saw a drop of blood. Fenton found an especially sensitive part of Tali'sposterior, just below the buttocks and above the thighs. WHACK! Fenton wasnot Tali's first master, and she had long experience in pain tolerance, butshe began to scream after the seventh swat with the coat hanger. After theeighth, Tali grabbed her bottom. Fenton shook his head and went through theleather jacket on the chair. ?Oh, Tali. I think we'll have to use the handcuffs.How embarrassing this is. Don must think you are a really poorly trained submissive.? AfterFenton cuffed Tali's hands behind her back, he gave her six more swats withthe coat hanger, before he found he would have to cuff Tali's ankles as well.WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! ?Master please! I'll never, never be rude again.?

The girl kept jumping around. Don, a hardened veteran of many youth gang warsand bar fights since, had to turn around and stare at a row of law texts. Tali'sscreams were quite penetrating, and finally Fenton stopped. Don turned around,and Tali's bottom was a mass of purplish weals and red slashes. Now once whitecheeks were covered with purple and blue marks, weals and bruises. Blood ranfrom some of the marks and Tali's upper thighs bore the brunt of Fenton's cane,though he was careful, Don noticed, not to let the bruises go beneath wherea skirt would cover . Don looked at Fenton, andcontemplated killing his friend.

Fenton saw the look, and grinned. He unlocked Tali's hand and ankle cuffs. ?Tali,tell Don your safeword.? Tali pushed herself up from the sawhorse and stoodon her heels. She looked at Don earnestly, and tried to smile. ?Don, I seeyour concern, and it makes me trust you more in this involvement we're hvaing,not that I'd have much choice.? She smiled ruefully at Fenton. ?Don, I've beenin the S&M scene for thirteen years. I am in?ooh, a voluntary slave-masterrelationship with Fenton. If I asked Fenton to stop hitting me by using theword ?comet? he would stop immediately, and render any aid I wanted.?

Fenton laughed.?Yes, Don?as a two-time loser with years of prison time leftif I screwed up, I certainly wouldn't compromise myself for a skirt.? Don sawhurt in Tali's eyes, more hurt than he'd seen from the cruel whipping. Fentonwent on. ?Don, you and I have many tattoos from youthful indiscretion?but Talihas only one, a tiny one just below her right ear.? Tali turned and Don sawa miniscule ?T.S.? tattooed. Fenton smiled. ?It's to Tali's credit that sheis taken seriously as a prosecuting attorney even with this tiny tattoo, whicheveryone thinks stands for Tali Snowden, and she got it at a sorority event?butin fact it stands for the Tawse Society.? My T.S. initials are just below mybutt, and no, I won't show them to you. I was surprised to see a fellow memberin the courtroom, but I've happily taken advantage of it?I think of that dayin court now as our first date.? Fenton and Tali laughed together. Don interposed. ?Soyou don't mind, or enjoy this, Tali? I'm terribly aroused, but truly, it'sagainst my will, hon.? Tali, after a questioning glance at Fenton, came overand kissed Don on the lips lightly. ?Master Don, please help continue my training.? Donthought of how erotic Tali was, and Tali got satisfaction out of spitting someof the mud from the boots into the fat, ugly bastards mouth. (Why, oh why,couldn't it just be Tali and her Master?)

?Now then, Don.? Fenton smiled at his friend. ?Have you ever had the pleasureof disciplining a woman?? Don shook his head. Don was the unfortunate sortthat took all kinds of shit from a woman, rages, screaming, and sometimes lettingthem hit him. Don was a shrew magnet, and eventually he would just boil overand knock the woman out, and twice he'd been jailed for this, though he honestlynever thought it was really his fault. Don watched as Fenton dropped his pantsand shorts and sat down on the couch. Tali picked up the bamboo cane and gaveit to Don, and then bent over and took Fenton's cock in her mouth. ?Now then,Don.? Fenton said cheerily. ?I have, for the past eight months, been tryingto teach Tali how to give a good blowjob?she's not bad now.? Tali snorted withFenton's dick in her mouth.

?The big goal is teaching her how to give a pleasant, uninterrupted blow jobwhile being punished. No teeth, just smoothly going up and down. Like Mr. Hasbacherback in typing class at the Village. He taught me to type forty words a minutewhile he jumped up and down behind me, playing cymbals. He wanted me to learnto concentrate?all it did was teach me to stay calm whilst removing the windowon a BMW with the owner in the house?but a lesson well taught.? Fenton snappedhis fingers and Tali began sucking. ?Now then, Don. I want you to whip Tali'sass while she fellates me. Go to it!? Don was concerned ?What about teeth,she may slip and bite you?? Fenton shook his head and smiled. ?After a seriesof disciplinary sessions, Tali has learned to give a calm blowjob. She knowswhat happens if she bites.? Tali rolled her eyes. Fenton ignored this disrespectand pointed at Don, who began swatting Tali with the cane.

SWAT! Don felt incredible. As the cane bounced on Tali's jiggling buttocks,Don's dick swelled against his jeans SWAT! ?Harder, Don.? Fenton called. ?Youare not giving our young lady a workout. Hit her fifty times, hard with thecane. Tali's assignment is to make me cum before the fiftieth stroke.? Donput his beef into it. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK! It was an exhilarating feeling,and Don grinned, and Fenton grinned back, before closing his eyes and concentratingon the feeling of having Tali's lips pushing up and down his shaft. WHACK!WHACK! WHACK! Tali kept sucking quite unconcerned as Don whaled away. He knewshe must be in pain, unless her nerve cells were gone. Welts and weals cameup as the cane fell.WHACK! WHACK!

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Don felt an incredible euphoria from this. He, a homely ex-con and sometimejanitor, was whipping the beautiful bare ass of a prosecuting attorney.

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Fenton began moaning and grinding his hips against Tali's mouth.

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Fenton grabbed Tali's head in a skull-fuck and began pushing her head intohis crotch.

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Finally, at about the forty-fourth fall of the cane, Fenton exploded in Tali'smouth. Don paused, but Fenton motioned for him to finish the fifty, while Talilicked Fenton's cock clean.

Fenton got up and pulled up his trousers, while Tali sank down, kissing hisfeet. ?All right, Don?now it's your turn.? Fenton looked down at Tali, wholooked unhappy. Don ignored this and dropped his pants. Don sat in the La-ZBoy and Tali crawled up to him and took his cock gingerly in her mouth, andbegan sucking slowly. Fenton came up behind her and Tali arched her bottomin expectation. WHACK! WHACK! As this went on, Don marveled at the smooth,glorious blowjob he was getting from this incredibly beautiful young woman.He'd gotten very few blowjobs for free in his life, and hadn't had one at allor any other lovin' from a woman since his divorce eighteen months ago.

Tali's head went up and down Don's cock. Most women would suck for awhile,and then stop, and then start again, giving you expressive looks so you'd appreciatetheir sacrifice. They always, in Don's experience ran and spat the cum outwhen they were done, and he'd seen Tali slurp Fenton's up, right down the hatch.WHACK WHACK! WHACK!

WHACK! And Don knew what was coming, the same thing for him?WHACK!

Fenton paused. ?Don, where are you living now?? Don looked embarrassed inspite of the thrill to his groin. ?I'm a guest of the Salvation Army rightnow, Fenton?I can't lift anything any more, and I've been turned down for disability,til I get off methadone.? Tali listened in horror as she took Don's smellycock down her throat, pulling back and licking the underside expertly as herfirst Master had taught her in the closet at a Columbia University mixer. ?Ican't do much physical work, and I've lost my nerve for doing hold ups as well.? Donconfessed. The Assistant District Attorney for Montgomery County, Marylandgagged. ?And Dad told me I'm too much of a butterfingers to ever crack safes.He won't take me along to hold the bag any more.? Fenton aimed a vicious strokeof the bamboo onto Tali's sensitive upper thighs.

He could read her mind, and was enjoying himself immensely. ?Don, my friend? WHACK! ?Talipays me a salary as a tax deduction to be her chauffer, though I am unable,quite often to drive her, as I sleep late.?

WHACK! WHACK! ?Would you like to take the room over the garage for a few months,as my assistant? I think? WHACK! ?I can get you on the payroll? WHACK! WHACK! ?Wouldtwenty-one grand a year plus room and board be reasonable?? WHACK!

WHACK! Don nodded happily and Fenton smiled, aiming carefully at a blisterhe hoped to burst on Tali's left cheek, and the Assistant District Attorneyfor the County of Mongomery, State of Maryland, mechanically sucked on.

THE END