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Adele’s Awakening: A Novel of Erotic Transcendence

By

Imelda Stark

ISBN: 978-1-954079-00-7 A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication Copyright © 2020, All rights reserved Smashwords Edition

About The Author

Imelda Stark is the nom de plume of a teacher and practitioner of psychotherapy at a major East Coast medical school (hence the need for a pseudonym). She has been exploring the psychologically complex realm of BD/SM for over forty novels now. Imelda strives to combine the eroticism she feels around challenging things happening to willing bottoms with an exploration of how we aficionados of these painful pleasures got to be the way we are. She welcomes and will respond to email at [email protected].

Chapter One

Adele was more than a bit of a naughty girl. Not that she wasn’t a grown woman, of course, and a rather attractive and accomplished one at that. But even as her supermodel blonde looks and considerable acting talent won her wealth and accolades, at the hidden heart of her career was a rather dirty delight in being watched while doing intimate things. The roles that she accepted (and excelled at) unconsciously paralleled this psychology (though in her blithe narcissism she would have denied an awareness of this). Her first critical success came (as many young actresses of her generation) in a slasher film. The teens who patronize such movies loved her ‘innocent’ portrayal of a young beauty stripping for her bubble bath. She tastefully displayed her perfect young body for the delectation of the audience (and of her cinematic murderer, lurking outside the carelessly open window through which he would climb to bloodily snuff out her life). Was her gory end just punishment for inciting lustful thoughts and feelings in her audience as some critics mused? This role led to a series of similarly mildly (or not) exploitive parts, each increasing somewhat in depth and substance. Then came her breakthrough, just after she turned twenty-one, when a famous (and infamously difficult) French director cast her in a complex coming-of-age drama. Our heroine was tracked by his fearless camera through several rather graphic erotic interludes with gorgeous young men and women over the course of her evolution into a sadder but wiser girl, as Rodgers and Hammerstein once put it. Film festival awards soon followed, along with true international stardom. But even with her fame, on some deep level the gorgeous blonde always knew that her greatest excitement arose when she knew she was being watched...hungrily...longingly...during the most private moments imaginable. Part of Adele’s brilliance as an actress arose from some of the other peculiarities of her personality. She once described it in an unusually perceptive interview (with a lesbian reporter who eventually seduced the subject of her piece, in part in response to what was learned in their conversation): “I am a bit of a chameleon, always kind of...well...morphing into what people want me to be. It’s the most natural thing for me, ever since I was a little girl.” And true to form, once the recording device was turned off, an invitation for a drink was issued

and accepted, and one thing led to another. Soon the actress (widely rumored to be dating all manner of high-status leading men) was gloriously naked and being licked and fondled to a half dozen orgasms by her smitten interviewer. The men who pursued the slender famously green-eyed blonde soon found a similar rather odd pliability to their famous companion. Once they were alone, and especially if she had much to drink, the publicly vivacious young woman became privately almost ive. She would be delightfully responsive to their erotic overtures, literally declining nothing they ventured to suggest, and climaxing apparently powerfully and rather noisily from almost any stimulus. But she would initiate nothing, ever, and express no preferences about what was being done with her famous body. When asked, our Adele would simply smile mysteriously and say: “Do what pleases you, and I’ll let you know if it doesn’t work for me.” And, literally, nothing ever didn’t. Sophisticated readers will quickly foretell the possibility for exploitation of such a terrible vulnerability in such a ruthless world as the film industry. And indeed, predatory men (and women) seem to have a way of sniffing out such opportunities. Our heroine lost her virginity to just such a rapacious older man whom she met on the set of that very first flasher movie that launched her career. He was the producer of the film, and vastly experienced in identifying the most vulnerable of the wide selection of lovely young women willing (mostly) to parlay their sexual availability for a chance at stardom. He was seduced by the seemingly innocent vulnerability of the perfect blonde so willing to shed her clothes for the scene. All he had to do was separate her from her overbearing mother, and her innocence fell without an ounce of resistance to his well-oiled moves. As was Adele’s way, she even enjoyed his exploitation of her. The pain of the sundering of her hymen turned out to be quite arousing and lead to an immediate earth-shattering orgasm that milked the spend from her ravisher’s tiny cock. Of course, there had to be a domineering screen mother in this picture, as well as a handsome ne’er-do-well father who left the scene soon after siring our heroine. And it equally followed that such a mother would have transferred to her only daughter’s development her own sense of failure to parlay fame and fortune out of her good looks and ambition. So from earliest memory Adele was enrolled in endless classes for acting, singing, and dancing (both ballet and jazz), as well as being entered in equally infinite horrible beauty contests. When she quite naturally rebelled against the rigors (and boredom) of such pursuits, there was

only one remedy for such rebellion, and that was corporal punishment. In specific, according to our heroine’s rather intense Mommy, any sign of stubbornness on her daughter’s part would be addressed in a very systematic manner. The unhappy child, whose native intelligence always made her well aware of what was about to transpire in her mother’s very predictable world, would be taken to the nearest private place with somewhere to sit. There the miscreant would be very firmly pulled across her angry Mommy’s lap, and the same hairbrush that istered a hundred careful strokes to her long blonde locks would be placed on the nearest table or counter. Then up would go the already weeping daughter’s skirt (young ladies always wore dresses), and down would come her white cotton panties. Always, she was to be spanked on the bare since Mean Mommy believed in chastising the miscreant, and not her underwear. That harridan further claimed that corporal punishment needed to be delivered to naked buttocks so that the exact state of the target could be carefully monitored so as not to be harmed. After all, that would be child abuse…The right wrist of the distressed girl would be taken and held against the small of her back. This would prevent interference either by that hand or the skirt now secured in place. Since its wearer was known to wiggle quite enthusiastically, if not joyfully, while taking her agonizing dose of corrective medicine. Mommy’s purpose when it came time for naughty girls to face their consequences was absolute domination, and that translated to total control. So Adele’s legs were then trapped between her mother’s powerful thighs, ensuring that no conceivable thrashing or bucking could prevent the hairbrush from impacting precisely where aimed on its squirming targets. These would be the well-toned buttocks of the miscreant daughter whose lack of cooperation (or enthusiasm, or effort, or cheerful mood) had earned this trip over her everwatchful mother’s lap to face the consequences of her shortcomings. And if units of a hundred were good for the bristled side of the hairbrush’s nightly stroking of our heroine’s blonde curls, then they would suffice for the number of times its hard wooden back would much more violently kiss each of her clenching dimpled perfectly formed buttocks. While her poor bottom absorbed her bitter medicine, Adele would also be treated to a staccato lecture punctuated by the crisp smacks of very hard wood against equally tender hind end flesh. All of her shortcomings would be enumerated, and fierce promises would be made to sear them from her with the cleansing fire of buttock pain. And indeed, this frequent behavioral propaganda seemed to work,

in its way. Our heroine came to believe that she was a very naughty girl who needed just the sort of correction that mean Mommy seemed to delight in providing. Her spankings would always end in a weeping and very contrite daughter begging for forgiveness for her sins while abandoning her struggles to ively accept her punishment. Once this state of total surrender was achieved, the penitent girl would be helped to her feet and positioned to do her corner time. Her skirt would be held up and panties left down to place her red and throbbing buttocks on display for interminable minutes while their exultant tormentor savored the products of her labors. In truth (which never would have remotely been itted), all of the thwarted mother’s personal frustrations had been taken out on the poor daughter’s innocent backside. But ironically, once the pain had subsided to a dull ache, the penitent girl would be welcomed into her now-forgiving Nice Mommy’s arms for the only cuddling she ever received. It felt wonderfully good to be held and stroked, even though her inflamed heinie still hurt ever so much. This pattern went on for many years, even when Adele was quite grown up. In fact, even on the set of that breakthrough slasher film, it was an open secret that the rising new star sometimes had to have makeup applied to conceal the inflamed state of her perfect buttocks. And when the slimy producer that took her virginity decided it was time to replace her mother’s influence with his own, a thinly veiled threat to to adult protective services changed everything. All of a sudden, mean Mommy fled the set (and the state) in terror of prosecution, and the rising star was miraculously freed of her mother’s fierce dominion. But such a pattern cannot go on for so long without leaving rather stubborn and deeply ingrained consequences in its victim. And in the case of lovely young Adele, it meant that her longing to be held and touched had a strict requirement to be realized if her total gratification was to ensue. Namely, she needed the person by whom she was hoping to be loved to proactively bare her bottom and inflict a good sound spanking as the only effective prequel to unlocking her undiscovered but eventually boundless erotic potential.

Chapter Two

Once Mean Mommy had permanently departed the scene, canny readers will not be surprised to hear that a succession of opportunistic men and women soon discovered the submissive charms of our heroine. None of them was tuned in enough to realize what a goldmine of sexual potential they had discovered. So they settled for enjoying the esthetics of fucking a perfect young goddess who seemed reasonably responsive but strangely ive. Adele would dreamily submit to whatever sexual act her partner desired, and actually seemed to have real orgasms, albeit somewhat muted ones, from almost any erotic activity. But none of her lovers made it their business to understand her well enough to get beneath the almost-dissociated lassitude she routinely fell into once she was alone with a lover. She would smile and allow herself to be stripped or costumed by the man or woman who took her to bed. Anything that person chose to do with her was welcomed with equal vague approval. Periodically during almost any sexual act, the perfect young blonde would quietly moan her way through what seemed to be an orgasm, judging by the subtle spasms of her pelvic floor (detected by one unusually observant lesbian producer). But none of them found Adele compelling enough to want to be with long term by the time the novelty of sex with a famous beauty had worn off. And so, while her on-screen successes mounted steadily, her love life sputtered along in a series of few-month affairs always ended by her partners. This troubled our heroine, but not enough to do anything about it. So she immersed herself in her work and the extensive selfcare regimen necessary to maintain a body in a perfect enough state to be filmed naked in high definition to fill the insatiable demand the world seemed to have for her image. Eventually, her stardom resulted in an increasing barrage of intrusion from hungry fans and paparazzi. Adele’s manager (and former lover, of course) hired a top-notch security firm to protect the somewhat oblivious young beauty from harassment. This guardianship took the form of Ed, a tall and well-muscled former Marine in his early forties, who was introduced to our heroine as the leader of the team that was going to keep her safe. Ed was somehow different from anyone the young blonde had come across before. His interest in her

seemed to be entirely protective and free from any hint of the exploitive taint she had learned to accept as an inevitable side effect of any attention shown her. The incident that had prompted the hiring of her security team had been a rather harrowing one. A crazed fan had been stalking Adele for several years, and had grown disaffected at the lack of responsiveness of the object of his fantasies. He had lain in wait for her one night, and physically overwhelmed her outside her rather palatial Hollywood Hills home. Only the quick response of the guard monitoring the video feed covering her home had gotten the police there in time to avert God-only-knows what kind of mayhem. The actually quite pathetic intruder quickly surrendered and was led away, and our heroine fearfully agreed to a much more pervasive (and intrusive) security regime. This included the leader of her detail being in constant accompaniment of his charge whenever she was off the grounds of her compound, always discreetly flanked by a pair of guards monitoring the periphery of any setting she was in. Additionally, Ed used his considerable skills to beef up the surveillance and perimeter security of her home, supervising the installation of motion-sensitive cameras and lights placed atop strengthened reinforced ten foot tall cinder block walls topped with electrified barbed wire. Suddenly the paparazzi had a much harder time getting their long-distance shots of our heroine exercising her penchant for exhibitionism by sunbathing topless next to the lap pool through which she churned out a mile each morning as part of her regimen to keep in such perfect shape. Ed’s duties required him to be in Adele’s presence for many long car rides in the impossible LA traffic, as well as flights to filming locations and PR or film festival appearances. Unlike most people in her generation, she was actually rather averse to her cell phone, experiencing it as a vehicle for her frequent invasion by people wanting something from her. So the large, rather taciturn man (who uncannily resembled Jason Statham) ended up spending many hours alone in the back of a limousine or seated in First Class with his lissome charge. As it turned out, like many celebrities at the center of the whirlwind of public adulation, our heroine was actually rather lonely for any kind of relationship in which the other person was genuinely interested in her. This was a particular sweet spot for Ed. He had an absolute fascination with women, something that had been true about him since earliest memory. The massive former Marine was endlessly curious about the minds and hearts and

souls of the females he found so compelling. He also had an infinite well of protectiveness of the objects of his interest, wanting to shield them all from harm to an almost (actually, well past almost) obsessive degree. On his discharge from the Marines after 20 years of intense service in the SEALs, like many of his compatriots he found work in the security industry. Soon his employers recognized his flair for protecting female clients, who almost always felt enormously comforted by his competent, pleasant, genuinely kind presence. Thus, when Adele’s need for security arose, our hero was the most natural choice to lead her team. What no one save a few very carefully selected women knew, was that Ed’s over-the-top protectiveness of female clients was what psychiatrists call a reaction formation. That is defined as a way of behaving that is the opposite of how a person really feels on the inside, kind of a defense against something hidden that is regarded to be unacceptable. And the deep truth about the head of Adele’s security was that underneath his solicitude to protect vulnerable attractive women was a secret wish to punish them for how attractive he found that very vulnerability. Now this paradox is hardly unusual among men who are drawn to the military, law enforcement, and security industries. Submissive women sense this, and in the BDSM community dominants are frequently sought by submissive females among those groups of men. After all, what could be sexier for a very naughty girl in need of a good sound spanking than to have it delivered by a hypermasculine male who exuded protectiveness of her? And if he happened to be action-flick-star handsome, wryly articulate, and very interested in understanding the deepest secrets of the comely wenches whose naked bottoms he took over his knee to ister their just desserts, how much the better! Of course, Ed was a very practical and professional man who had an ironclad will and a hard-and-fast rule against hanky panky with his clients. So when he took the job with Adele, regardless of how attractive he had ever found one of his charges the massive guard had never so much as flirted with someone he was protecting. His BDSM escapades were strictly limited to his private life. This was conducted in absolute discretion in the homes of his more-than-willing victims, or in a specially constructed soundproofed room in the nondescript tract home he owned in a nice but not expensive neighborhood in Santa Monica. In those settings, our hero happily took his adoring submissives reliably to that wonderful edge between not enough and too much that all aficionados of painful

pleasures find so addictive. Their bound naked bodies were patiently subjected to exactly the right amount of punishment of their most erogenous parts to enable their eventual greatest imaginable pleasure once their fierce dom finally decreed that pain could be magically transformed to ecstasy. This arrangement continued quite neatly, our hero’s rather quirky erotic needs getting more than amply met by his very private escapades with his stable of smitten women ranging in age from early twenties to well-preserved fifties. All of his subjects had well toned rear ends (an ittedly unfair requirement for his personal esthetic, since why didn’t all spankable derrieres deserve what their naughty owners needed?) gladly bared to receive his meticulous punitive attentions. These painful interludes were most often followed by more genitally erotic stimuli in whatever form worked best for the woman involved. Some of his subjects were happiest masturbating themselves during or after their spankings, sometimes not even in his presence. Others got their best rewards to their hungry pussies from the deft hands or skilled mouth of their massive dom. But when it came time for their pleasurable rewards for enduring necessary bottom pain, most of our hero’s adoring subs chose to avail themselves of his unusually long and thick cock. It was always reliably rock hard after its master had delivered a spanking. They were more than welcome to receive it in the orifice Mother Nature designed for such activities, of course. Yet a surprising number chose the more challenging pathway of being fucked where they had been punished, even though the member to accomplish that task was dauntingly large. Ed had studied this in his usual careful manner, and his research showed that women who eroticized being spanked were many times more likely to be anally erotic than the small minority of normal women that found it sexy to be sodomized. In line with his eroticization of subjecting women to challenging stimuli, he secretly preferred taking those who were willing in their back ages above all other avenues in which to spend his ion. And this brings us to one final peculiarity in Adele’s rather complex sexuality. It seems that Mean Mommy not only interested herself in the outside of her daughter’s rear end. The domineering stage mother was invested in control of her offspring in every possible manner, and this also extended to her bowels. This rather invasive oversight was nominally exercised in the service of health, in that there was an old school of thought extending back centuries (if not millennia) that constipation was at the heart of many ailments. But in fact, as with our heroine’s routine spankings, Mean Mommy’s interest in her daughter’s

backside was ruled by a wish to dominate. And the assertion of over even this most basic of autonomies was fertile ground for the frustrated older woman’s craziness. So from earliest memory careful ing was kept of Adele’s bowel movements. And if there was any doubt as to their optimal state, there was nothing for it but a nice soapy water enema, delivered, as mean Mommy’s own fierce mother had decreed, ‘high and hot’. Ironically, this ultimately invasive procedure led to many (actually, almost all) of the rare tender moments between the lovely blonde daughter and her difficult parent. The istration of enemas was ritualized such that the whole process was actually rather pleasant, at least compared to all other occasions when our heroine’s bottom was bared and bent over her mother’s hard lap. Adele knew better than to complain when she was led into the bathroom for this purpose, since any hint of rebellion would add a spanking once the warm suds were instilled. While the harridan was more than happy to, as she put it, ‘properly agitate things to make everything up there squeaky clean’ by making her daughter wiggle for a hundred or two spanks while holding her enema, her offspring preferred to avoid this addition to the ritual. So when it was clear that our heroine’s bottom was in for this particular form of domination, she would try very hard to accept her fate with equanimity. After all, compared to having her poor buttocks scorched by the back of the unforgiving hairbrush, what Nice Mommy did if Adele cooperated with her enema wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was rather pleasant once you got used to it. You would be in your flannel nightgown with your usual white cotton undies, and would be gently but firmly drawn over Mommy’s lap after the enema bag had been clamped and filled. Your nightie would be raised and your panties lowered in a much more friendly manner that when she was mad and ready to spank. Then your temperature would be taken in your bottom hole, feeling funny in a kind of good way when the little thermometer was slickened in the big Vaseline jar and then eased inside you. There it would be held for a few minutes by Mommy’s cool hand against your heinie. It would be taken out and read, and the number ceremoniously recorded in her notebook (the same one where the demerits were written down to determine the length and intensity of your spankings as well). And then, if you’d been patient and good, Nice Mommy would gently part your bottom cheeks and press the lubricated nozzle of the apparatus against your bottom hole. It would feel kind of weird but kind of good

(especially once you got used to it) to have the little round grape-sized bump on the nozzle go inside you, where it would stay no matter how full you got. Then the clamp would be released while Nice Mommy’s hand stayed against your bottom cheeks as if to hold the plastic device inside you, even though it would stay on its own. If you’d cooperated and hadn’t accumulated any demerits in the infamous book, things would stay like this for a long time, very peaceful and sometimes almost sleepy. The warm liquid would feel very good going inside you, and you would gradually get fuller, until near the end when things would start to get a little crampy and uncomfortable. Once Nice Mommy noticed your squirming on her lap, she would help you up and get you settled on the commode seat, and leave you to pop out the nozzle on your own and let the pent up fluids release into the water until you were all nice and clean. Once this was done, she would come back in and help you into your bath and take special care to wash you, especially ‘down there’, until your outsides were just as spic and span as your insides. Of course, if you hadn’t been cooperative, or shown some attitude, or had some demerits in your book that hadn’t yet been spanked out of your squirming unhappy buttocks, or even complained that a grown up girl who could vote and drive a car shouldn’t get enemas from her Mommy, then things wouldn’t go nearly so pleasantly. Temperatures would still be taken, and nozzles still inserted, though perhaps not quite so gently. And then, instead of a gentle hand cupping your bottom cheeks, they would be kissed over and over again quite fiercely by the hard wood of the back of the same hairbrush that istered your long curly blonde hair’s nightly hundred strokes. This treatment would of course cause a whole bunch of very enthusiastic wriggling and bucking over Mean Mommy’s hard lap. This would indeed agitate the fluids inside you so that by the end it would seem much more urgent to release the soapy waters clamoring so loudly to get out of you. And even that very last time this happened, the day before Mommy left forever, you would still get a very careful bathing, with even more attention to your smarting bottom cheeks that the makeup artists were going to have to turn back to their unspanked ivory tone for your nude scenes the next morning. But all that was over once Mean Mommy fled for parts unknown under threat of prosecution for assault. From then on, our Adele would have to find her way with people who didn’t assume, at least at first, that she would submit to

virtually anything they asked of her. Nor would any of them know, at least at first, that long experience with Mean Mommy meant that a special erotic charge had been developed around, shall we say, challenging things happening to her perfect toned backside, as well as the secret orifice it harbored.

Chapter Three

So our Adele wended her way for several years through the universe of exploitive men and women happy to avail themselves of her strange sexual ivity. She was by and large not mistreated, since few of her characteristically Hollywood-narcissistic lovers were tuned in enough to that she would have been willing to tolerate, and might even have enjoyed, being handled a bit roughly, especially around the part of her that had so preoccupied her mother. But other than a bisexual lover who had enjoyed fucking her anally with his rather small cock, not one of her paramours discovered our heroine’s kinkier submissive side. And certainly, not a living soul knew that the lovely blonde actress achieved every single orgasm of her life while fantasizing about having her perfect buttocks bared and bent and soundly spanked. Ed stood silently by during a couple of years of his lovely employer’s fitful romantic escapades. He was, of course, never actually in the room for any of her trysts. But if they took place away from her compound, he would be on duty outside of whatever venue in which the event was occurring. And when it was done, he would hand her into her limo and sit with her as they drove back home. Sometimes she would stay silent, or even appear to sleep, her famous features relaxed into some sort of meditative space, perhaps. But as she got more comfortable with his large, watchful, intelligent presence, she would engage him in conversation during their journeys. And so developed, much to the surprise of both participants, a genuine friendship. In many hundreds of hours spent alone together over the course of two years, Adele and Ed came to know each other in a way neither had achieved (or even imagined) with any other human being, let alone a member of the opposite gender. When the enigmatic young movie star felt a strange emptiness after yet another of her odd ive sexual encounters with some enterprising man or woman, it was the massive captain of her guard that quietly debriefed her about the experience. And as she came to trust him, a man who only gave to her, only protected her, only listened to her without apparent judgment, no matter how outré her latest escapade seemed, our heroine began to fall in love. Truth to tell, this very delicate nascent feeling was quite reciprocal. Over the

course of their second year in this odd, rather formal close companionship, Ed had grown steadily fonder of his enigmatic young employer. He found her mind to be surprisingly ironic and subtle, her sense of humor to be wicked smart and bone dry, and her self-reflections to be mordantly accurate. And even worse, as the year progressed, Adele began teasing him erotically. It started with her arranging to change clothing in the back of the limousine, especially around trips to the beach where her agent had a house at the Malibu Colony that he allowed her to use whenever she wished. The lovely twenty-five year old would totally casually change out of her street clothes and into her scant bikini, taking care to linger after having removed her bra and panties. Ed studiously averted his eyes during these little impromptu shows, but over time he became used to being in the entirely nude presence of one of the most desired women on the planet. And she could hardly fail to notice his response, since it stuck out like a sore thumb, so to say. But Adele didn’t just want to titillate her massive handsome captain of the guards. For perhaps the first time in her strangely ive love life, she clearly wanted a man. And ironically, it was the very first time that she had ever signaled her sexual availability and not had an immediate grateful taker. This was her very first experience of erotic frustration, and she was surprised at how exciting she found it. When everyone desires you, even being the object of erotic longing can get boring. How interesting it was to actually want someone who seemed impervious to the charms that the whole world was avid to pay good money just to catch a cinematic glimpse of, let alone actually get to touch wherever they wanted. When our heroine’s increasingly casual displays of nudity in the limo failed to spark more than a faux-promising large bulge in her target’s pants, she decided to up the ante. If direct measures failed to crack Ed’s impressive willpower, perhaps an appeal to his clearly dominant protective side would do the trick. So Adele began approaching her love life with a bit more recklessness. The clubs she would have her Captain of the Guards escort her to began to be edgier, and some of the men she allowed to have sex with her started to be a bit more wild and out of control. And indeed, this resulted in a ‘come to Jesus’ talk between them where she agreed to wear an attractive gold bracelet that had a wellconcealed panic button that would alert her massive protector if things started to get dangerous when she was behind closed doors with a lover. This led to the event which changed everything. An infamous Hollywood bad

boy set his sights on our gorgeous heroine, and persuaded her to come back to his swank bachelor pad in an upscale highrise with a killer view of the glittering LA nightscape. Once he got her alone, he proceeded to get hammered on a vast array of illegal drugs. And when he had gotten so high that even the naked charms of the world’s most desirable woman (as voted by several fan polls) couldn’t enable him to stay hard enough to fuck her, he turned mean. Adele froze in the face of her handsome companion’s escalating fury, which enraged him further. When he began waving a very intimidating knife around while threatening to scar her famous face for good, she pressed the hidden button on her bracelet. Ed had been waiting outside her drug-addled host’s door, almost sick with worry since his rebellious charge had ignored his warnings and the smirking bad boy had closed and locked his door. A fierce kick from the massive leg of the guard stove in the front door, and he dropped into his long-trained martial arts stance as he confronted Adele’s enraged knife-wielding beau. She had not yet been cut, just thoroughly terrorized, and now her assailant’s fury turned towards the new threat that had just shattered his solid front door as though it were made of papier mâché. The crack cocaine he had been smoking gave him its characteristic sense of invulnerability, and he charged this new opponent with reckless abandon. This was exactly the sort of situation Ed had trained for every week for decades, as well as having faced on many occasions in Iraq and Afghanistan. So it was well-drilled second nature for him to block the clumsy overhand swipe of the large knife, trapping the blade-holding wrist between his own crossed forearms. A deft sideways slide of his body and a fierce clasp of both hands on the knifewielder’s forearm combined with a wrenching twist dislocated the elbow of the hapless assailant, who dropped the weapon with a roar of pain. He was ridden to the floor and rendered unconscious with a quick punch to the side of his neck, after which the knife was cleared and police summoned. Adele was wrapped in a blanket while officers arrived and her assailant was escorted away and hers and Ed’s statements taken. An hour later, she was released to be taken home, severely shaken. Once they were back in the limo, the blanket-wrapped trembling young woman thanked her Captain of the Guards for saving her life. She then collapsed into his arms, trembling uncontrollably in her post-traumatic state. As her shakes gradually subsided in the shelter of the massive arms and body of her savior,

Adele finally ventured in a small, childlike voice: “I’m sorry for not taking your advice about him, Ed... you were right that I should never have gone in there, just like you warned me on the drive over...” He sighed, shaking his head in rueful frustration on so many levels, and before he realized it, rumbled: “After that little fiasco, sometimes I just don’t know whether to cuddle you or spank you...” Clearly, our hero’s unconscious mind had taken over his mouth, for a rare instance. To actually mention his secret fetish, let alone blurt it out in an acute post-traumatic setting, was completely unlike him. And the fact that it slipped out both mortified him and sent a jolt of excitement straight to his suddenly erect cock. Then things got even more complicated. This was the first time Adele had ever had a man she desired actually voice his own wish to subject her to the experience that highlighted her most prevalent masturbatory fantasy. In fact, for over a year, virtually every orgasm she had enjoyed, whether on her own or at the hands (or other organs) of a lover, had culminated in the very act that her protector had just so casually mentioned. In other words, being taken over his (and only his) lap and having her bottom bared and given a good long extremely sound spanking. She was immediately suffused with arousal, her heart rate doubling within seconds, and her pussy flooding with lubrication in its own unequivocal statement of approval for exactly that outcome of her unconscious scheming to be rescued from her own folly. She decided to make her own move. Her famous face, rendered even more attractive by the flush of her sudden surge of arousal and her widely dilated posttraumatic pupils, turned to hold the suddenly heated gaze of her Captain of the Guards. Then she very carefully and distinctly said: “I’d like nothing more in the whole world than for you to do both of those things to me, and a whole lot more, as soon as we get back to my place.”

Chapter Four

At last, it had been spoken aloud in plain English by both parties to this rather laboriously withheld wish. And how ironically appropriate that the massive dominant had voiced his own desire impulsively and obliquely, and the lovely submissive had asked for what she wanted in careful plain English. Ed felt flooded with desire and confusion, as he was treading on the edge of violating his fiercely held value system. He was not fool enough to deny the strength of his feelings for his lissome employer. But his whole life had been founded on an iron determination to maintain just the sort of boundaries that he was now explicitly being asked to violate. And the fact that the otherwise naked blanket wrapped beauty in his arms could clearly feel his rock-hard erection against her thigh was not helping matters one tiny bit, in his opinion. So also quite uncharacteristically, he temporized by asking a question: “Adele, why do you think you deserve to be spanked?” Now this particular sally was hardly inventive on his part. Long experience as a dom had taught him that such inquiries were central to the negotiation that always needed to go on between him and potential submissives. But our heroine had not yet entered that world, having just made her first move towards knocking on its door. And her massive captain of the guards knew that every step of their minuet needed to be negotiated carefully if the dance were to lead to what he sensed could be an amazingly satisfying outcome for both of them. His still-trembling (but now more from arousal than fear) employer thought carefully about her answer, also sensing that a very important conversation was taking place. Granted, it was one she had at least unconsciously lobbied for, but still... At last, she replied: “Well, I think I’ve been very bad, and especially to you. I think I have been teasing you by getting naked in front of you for a long time. And I kind of think that some of the outrageous chances I have taken with lovers were also sort of designed to frustrate you... To send you the message that if you weren’t going to be my lover, then you were going to have to stand helplessly by while other less trustworthy men (and a few women, too) got to have their way with me. That kind of bad behavior probably should mean that I deserve to be spanked very hard and for a very long time, just to move things towards being right between us. Since I really do love you, and am really sorry

and want to atone for having been such a bratty little bitch.” Now this rather revealing monologue took the conversation to a whole new level. Ed had of course been well aware of being teased and manipulated, and could easily summon enough anger about this treatment to fuel a very thorough spanking (or ten). But he was a man who prided himself on patience and selfrestraint. A great deal of information needed to come to light before our hero would decide exactly what to do with the gorgeous naked blonde waiting more than a bit fearfully inside the blanket in his arms. So he inquired further: “So Adele, are you saying that you consciously, intentionally taunted me in those ways, or that you are just now realizing something you were doing unconsciously?” As always, his handling of her strange ive chaos was so careful and kind, making her love him even more. Our heroine had been afraid that her revelation would enrage him, or make him coldly rejecting of her. That somehow she would lose this calm, thoughtful discourse with which she had fallen so deeply in love over hundreds of hours of one-on-one conversation. But just as he had so skillfully and decisively saved her life (or at least her face and career) from her crazed boyfriend, Ed was once again coming through in a different kind of clutch. This was a man she could count on, and she was damned if she was going to lose him. So honesty was going to be her policy from that moment on, no matter what. If he left her or became her lover, it would be because of who she really was, and not because of who she pretended to be. So Adele sighed and replied: “I think it’s kind of a mixture of both...I have known how attractive I found you from the first time you took care of me almost three years ago. I knew I wanted to have sex with you almost immediately. But you never gave me the slightest hint that you were available to me in that way. I think that made you even more desirable to me, since no one has ever not wanted me before, especially if they recognized me flirting (which I’m sure you did). And I guess that made me more and more frustrated after awhile. Maybe even a little bit pissed off at you for being so impervious to my world famous charms (spoken with her signature teen-age eyeroll). I think you know I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, so I often have impulses to...well...let people see me naked. And since you were so above it all, I just started giving in to those urges. And I could see that you were turned on by me, since your cock seems to be on the large side and it makes your pants bulge quite a bit when it gets hard. So it became kind of a game for me to...well...get a rise out of you. But as far as baiting you by taking

stupid risks like tonight, that wasn’t something I was consciously aware of.” Ed was fascinated by this response, and more than a bit flattered. He had quite a crush on his employer, but was well-used to ruthlessly suppressing such emotions since the celebrities he guarded were often breathtakingly attractive. To think that his feelings were requited, and that this was based on many hours of getting to know each other in actual conversation, and not just physical attraction...well, this was unprecedented. So he probed further: “So, Adele, how do you see this going from here, if it happens the way you are hoping?” She felt a surge of hope that he was at least considering her proposition, and looked up at his handsome face with its ironic grey-eyed gaze and replied: “Well, we’ll be back at my place soon, and you always come inside with me and sleep on your cot in the security center...so maybe this time, you could...well...guard me all the way into my bedroom and... once we were alone, take me over your lap and give me the spanking we both know I need and deserve...and then you could do anything you wanted to me...you know...sexually...and I’m sure I would love every bit of it.” Her ittedly intrigued employee pondered this a moment, and inquired further: “So would I go on as the leader of your security team, or would I just be your lover then?” Adele responded: “Well, I was sort of hoping you could do both, since you could be with me even more than before. But we wouldn’t have to cope with me dating since if I had you, I can’t imagine I would want anyone else. Except when I was working, I could be with you...like...24/7, since you’re the easiest person to be around and talk to that I have ever known. And how could you protect me better than if we even slept in the same bed? Not that I’m focused on the sleeping part of having you in my bed every night...” The intrigued dom queried even more deeply: “So Adele, what has given you the idea that I might find it exciting, or even be willing, to spank you?” The blonde beauty flushed at this question, her unfakeable autonomic response signaling that Ed had struck on something that she genuinely found embarrassing. She sighed before replying: “I guess total honesty is the only way to go forward. I paid the top PI in Hollywood to look into you before I hired you full time. One of the things he found out was that you had a very discreet...hobby...of giving willing women that sort of...attention...and I kind of suspect that I am that kind of woman...”

Ed was a bit chagrined at his surprise about having been professionally vetted for his job. After all, that would have been something he would categorically have recommended had he been asked. And of course, he knew that any good Private Investigator was bound to uncover his activities as a dom, no matter how discreetly conducted. After all, the BDSM community is tightly knit and highly inbred, and word gets around among submissives about highly skilled dominants. This is especially so for Masters who genuinely love women and enjoy giving them pleasure in equal or greater measure to relishing the infliction of erotic pain on vulnerable female bodies. What Adele learned from the PI fueled her fantasy life regarding her Captain of the Guards, as scenes of being erotically spanked by him came to dominate her inner life. He queried further: “I’m gathering that you’ve fantasized about me in this regard; can you tell me what you’ve imagined might happen between us?” No man had ever asked our heroine about her secret thoughts so directly, and it felt both very exciting and a bit violating to the trembling blanket-wrapped naked blonde. She sighed and reluctantly itted: “Well, I’d have to say that every orgasm I have had for the past year at least has been accompanied by my thinking about you taking me over your lap, raising my skirt, taking down my panties, and blistering my buttocks with your huge right hand, and then a hairbrush, and then all manner of paddles and straps and whips and switches. And once I’ve been properly punished by you for what a deeply naughty girl I am, you take me in your arms and fuck me to endless orgasms in every possible way.”

Chapter Five

At that moment, the driver pulled the limo into Adele’s circular driveway. Ed looked carefully into the famous visage of his employer, made his decision, and spoke: “Well, let’s get you inside and into a nice hot shower. I’ll wait in my quarters, and if you still feel this way after you’ve gotten cleaned up, you should get dressed in your most conservative nightgown and panties and press the button to summon me. Then we’ll see about giving you exactly what you’ve asked for so courageously. Even though I am not without my misgivings about breaking all of my codes by crossing this line. But the truth from my side is that I’ve had very strong and complex feelings for you for almost our entire time together. So I’m going to throw caution to the wind and hope we both don’t end up regretting my lack of self-restraint.” Adele felt a giddy sensation almost unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her quarter century on the planet. Her mind randomly jumped to a quote from Chief Dan George in an old Dustin Hoffman movie when the old man declared: “My heart soars like a hawk!” Indeed, the level of excitement our heroine felt at Ed’s declaration, which she in no way took for granted, was off her charts. And while the thrills surged through her entire body, the hungry organ between her legs was their epicenter. That part of her expressed its unalloyed approval in the only language it knew. Which was to engorge and lubricate in enthusiastic anticipation of an impending visit with that large promising bulge its owner’s hip had rested against throughout their trip home in the limo. The fact that Ed casually carried her hundred and thirty solid pounds out of the car and in the front door as though she weighed nothing only enhanced our heroine’s sexual heat. He deposited her at her bedroom door with a careful embrace designed to ensure that she was steady on her feet, and then quietly withdrew to see if he was to be summoned to take their relationship to its next level. In case that call came from her bracelet, our hero quickly stripped and took a brisk shower, glad to free himself of the inevitable post-combat stink of hormone-prompted sweat. And in hopes that his mistress would claim him, he dressed in fresh night clothes: a close-fitting black tee and comfortable black silk pajama bottoms closed by a drawstring.

Meanwhile, Adele was frantically bathing and rushing through as careful a toilette as she could manage with her trembling hands. Like almost all young actresses, she subjected her body to weekly Brazilian wax jobs, so her pubic muff had been long since banished save for a discreet little blonde tuft above her clit so that her genitalia were not entirely those of a pre-pubescent girl. But a quick with a razor over her legs and underarms removed any stubble that had grown in the several days since her last visit to the salon. Then it was a matter of applying some discreet scent and low-key makeup, eschewing eye liner. She expected to be shedding some tears, as she always had whenever mean Mommy took her over her lap for her spankings. And last, the most demure plaid flannel nightie in her collection was donned. This was followed by a pair of snow-white cotton bikini panties that she knew showed off her perfect buttocks to best advantage (an established fact tested by every director she had acted for during the past decade). She brushed her teeth, in hopes that she would be kissed at some point in the proceedings. At last, she triggered the panic button to summon her Captain of the guards to his delicate new duties. Ed felt an identical surge of joyful anticipation as his own bracelet vibrated with his mistress’ signal. Truly, the game was afoot, and Sherlock Holmes cocaine fevered brain could not have felt any more excitement at the beginning of a new case than our hero was experiencing at that moment. And just as his impending subject, he manifested that state in no uncertain right between his legs. There resided eight inches of adamantine erection that he attempted to settle to one side of his pants, well aware that this hardly hid the evidence of his arousal. Untucking his tee shirt and allowing it to drape over his midsection was only a slight improvement. Clearly, Adele (whom he knew by long observation to be an inveterate crotch-watcher) was going to know exactly how that part of him felt about what was about to transpire between them. He sighed to himself, recalling a quip from a service buddy: “The dick don’t lie...” Apparently, that part of his anatomy was indeed going to tell its own truth, regardless of the wishes of its owner. Ed knocked at the solid hardwood door of his lissome employer’s master bedroom suite, and heard her famous dulcet tones declaring: “Please come in.” He entered to see her sitting on the side of her vast king-sized bed, attired as he had requested in a demure flannel nightie. Adele was looking ravishing: fresh scrubbed, her short blonde hair artfully tousled, her face flushed with what appeared to be a combination of excitement and fear. He went to stand before her, and decided it was time to take over the encounter:

“So, Miss, I have a number of questions for you, and you must answer them honestly. If I suspect you haven’t been entirely frank with me, things are going to go even harder on you than they already seem to be headed. We’ll start from the general and work our way towards the specific, like any thorough interrogation of a suspect. First of all, have you been a bad girl?” Adele hung her head and flushed brilliantly, instantly slipping into the role of a miscreant teenager. Her famous gigantic green eyes glanced up from beneath their impossibly long (and totally natural) lashes to furtively catch her inquisitor’s cool grey-eyed gaze, as she muttered: “I guess so...” Ed sighed, and retorted: “That’s hardly an impressive start, Miss, and now you’ve already accumulated ten demerits for vacillating and we’ve barely begun chatting. Once you find out the hard way exactly what each demerit translates into as far as a certain part of your anatomy is concerned, at least that part of you is not going to be at all happy. So for its sake I suggest you try a bit harder to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, just like they say in the movies.” The blushing blonde sighed again and whispered: “Okay, I’ll try harder...I know for a fact that I’ve been very, very bad for a long time.” Ed nodded sternly, and probed further: “And how exactly have you been naughty, Miss?” After a brief silence he raised his right arm and looked significantly at his black anodized titanium wristwatch. His lissome subject blanched a bit at the implied threat of further demerits, and blurted, this time with some heat that surprised both of them: “I’ve allowed myself to be used sexually by anyone who wanted to, sometimes even when I found them disgusting or didn’t like what they did to me... And sometimes I did it on purpose to make you jealous so you would give up your stupid fucking principles and be my lover the way I’ve longed for since damned near the moment we first met!” Ed nodded calmly, privately pleased to hear how long he’d been desired by the famous woman whom he had secretly adored for almost three years. But he knew from his decades as a dom that it was important for him to stay in character. Right now that demanded him to take the role of an outraged authority working hard to control himself. He thought a moment, quite savoring this prologue to what he suspected was going to be the hottest night of his life. Then he responded: “So your lack of respect for my ‘stupid fucking principles’, as you so charmingly referred to them, is quite apparent. Do you think that makes you any less wicked?”

Adele sighed, her moment’s bravado sinking back into a genuine feeling of guilt, and replied: “No, it makes me even worse...I know I’m a brat to think that your sense of right and wrong is worth cursing just because it keeps me from having my own way...and I’m sorry for swearing.” Her massive companion nodded and retorted; “Worry not, Missy, I will quite enjoy exacting the price you will be paying for the hundred demerits you earned by both disrespecting and cursing me. So tell me, young lady, what kind of consequences do you think that a girl as naughty as you have been deserves for her bad attitude and behavior?” A good deal of uncomfortable squirming and blushing took place by the subject of this description before she whispered: “I think that I deserve to be punished...corporally, I mean...” Ed bored in, smiling a bit cruelly as he queried further: “And what form should this corporal punishment you think you deserve take, young lady?” She sighed, suspecting that he was going to drag the answers out of her word for word, making her prescribe exactly what was going to happen to her, whether she liked it or not. And the truth was, as uncomfortable as she felt with this process, her pussy was soaking through her panties and damned near through the thick flannel of her demure nightgown. So apparently that part of her very much liked what was happening quite enthusiastically. Our gorgeous blonde heroine flushed brilliantly as she replied: “I think I should be taken over your lap and have my panties taken down and that you should spank my bare bottom very hard for a very long time.” Ed nodded sagely, his raging hard-on practically bursting his drawstring-closed silk pajama bottoms as he probed further: “And what should such a very naughty girl be spanked with, in your opinion?” Adele had not expected to be questioned in this detail, and got a bit flustered before she tapped back into her stock fantasies of this moment. Then she replied: “First with your hand, and I think then with a hairbrush like my Mother used to use on me down there.” Her Captain of the Guards took this in calmly. His controlled expression was totally at odds with the raging excitement he felt at the certain prospect of enacting his most cherished secret fantasy. Then he replied: “I assume you still have the hairbrush she used on you, or something similar?” His blushing employer nodded, and he instructed: “Then go fetch it, and bring it to me.” She rose with the effortless grace of someone trained since earliest memory in dance and went to her dressing table. There a place of honor was taken by the very

same rather large oval black walnut hairbrush that mean Mommy had used on her until eight years earlier. Her hand trembled as she picked it up and carried it back, standing in front of Ed. In the meantime, he had taken the chair from in front of that very same vanity, which was conveniently sturdy and lacking arms, ideal for his purposes. The dom stood a full foot taller than Adele’s five and a half foot height, but when he sat himself down on the vanity chair, he was looking up very slightly at his employer when she came to stand in front of him. He then instructed: “During your punishment, you are to follow my orders precisely, under pain (and I mean that quite literally) of further demerits, naughty girl. Right now, I want you to kneel in front of me and formally present the implement you have prescribed for the second half of your spanking. You are to ask me to use it to help you reform your wicked ways by spanking your bare buttocks with it until I deem the lesson you need to have been properly learned.” Being an actress, this sort of ceremony was right up Adele’s alley. She got into the spirit of it immediately, blushing furiously (a facial emotion that can’t be faked, as her Stanislavsky method teachers had explained) in delicious mortification at her excruciating humiliation by her obviously expert dom. A trace of awkwardness was allowed to manifest as the actress adjusted her nightie to permit her to kneel. Her huge emerald eyes were slightly moist as she presented the hairbrush on two open palms as though it were a royal scepter, intoning: “Please use this on my bare bottom to spank me as long and hard as you think I need to help me be not such a naughty girl, Sir.” Adele had instinctively thrown in the honorific, sensing that just as Ed was emphasizing her submission by naming her a naughty girl, she wanted to elevate him from her employee to her Master. He nodded, accepting the promotion as his natural right. He needed to project confidence in his instinct that what this woman needed in this moment was to relinquish all power to him, to revel in her submission and accept whatever he chose to mete out to her. The dom accepted the hairbrush, placing it on the carpet next to the chair, and ordered: “Naughty girl, you are to bend over my lap, and not to try to get up until I give you permission.” The trembling blonde meekly complied, feeling a powerful, confusing sense of deja vu as she repeated the very same act of giving herself over to a higher authority that her Mean Mommy had required of her hundreds of times before

being banished from her life. But this time, Adele was choosing this gesture of offering up the most vulnerable, submissive part of herself. And this time it was to the most adorable, trustworthy man she had ever known. One who had risked his life to save hers, one who she knew had the strength and intelligence to keep her safe and make her happy unlike anyone else ever had. His powerful thighs felt rock-hard against her front, but not as adamantine as the erection poking her left hip. That phallus seemed bigger than any she had encountered even in her rather checkered erotic career. Perhaps, she dearly hoped, he would want to use it on her later...after what they both knew she had coming to her. Ed sighed in complete contentment as he settled perhaps the most famous rear end on the planet over his lap. It was his to do with precisely as he most desired for the next few hours, an unimaginably thrilling prospect. But its owner still required a great deal of careful psychological management if this was to be more than a one-off event. He set to that task with his usual carefulness. He began: “I am going to be hurting you a very great deal for a very long time, naughty girl. In order for your punishment to be effective, you will need to receive it undistracted by any efforts on your part to thwart any of your well-earned chastisement. If you are not certain about your ability to control your hands, then I will need to bind them behind you so that your attention can go entirely to what is happening to your naked buttocks and not be divided by struggling to prevent it. Tell me your thoughts about this problem.” Adele had always fantasized being restrained for the imaginary spankings by her Captain of the Guards that had been her private theatre for every single orgasm she had enjoyed the past several years. But she felt that simply asking for this would be a violation of the spirit she wanted to bring to this encounter, so she took the conversation a different direction: “Well, Sir, my only other spankings have been by my Mother, and I always fought every one of them from beginning to end...I couldn’t help myself, even though she would then blister my bottom longer and harder as a consequence of my lack of cooperation. So even though I would like to be docile and obedient and accept my punishment, I doubt I can guarantee that I won’t fight it once my buttocks start to experience what you have in mind for them.” Ed replied: “I see. Very well, then, reach behind your back and clasp both of your elbows like I’ve seen you do in yoga every day since I’ve been here, and I’ll take matters from there.” Indeed, as with most actresses, Adele was preternaturally aware of how she was being looked at, and had used that yoga

pose to subtly taunt her stoic guardian. She well knew it thrust her perfect breasts forward to best advantage against the flimsy material of the tops she always wore to exercise in. She meekly complied, and the dom reached into the pocket of his pants to take out two black Velcro-closed nylon tie downs. Each was rapidly ed twice around his employer’s wrist and forearm and secured to itself. Our heroine tested her bonds, and discovered her arms implacably restrained-- Whatever was to transpire from this point forward, she would not be using her hands to interfere with it. Her massive captor now took his time to enjoy the sumptuous dish now arrayed on his lap, his to consume to his heart’s content. He sighed as he allowed his hands to wander for the very first time over the most celebrated ass in the world, savoring its contours and texture through the demure layers of nightgown and underwear. As his employer shifted slightly and moaned softly in her own far less confident enjoyment of his gentle touch, he murmured: “Such a very naughty girl, and such a lovely bottom...it is going to give me a great deal of pleasure, though I’m afraid its own experiences are going to be a good deal more...varied... I promise they will all be intense and, well, captivating...yes, that would be a good word, especially for a very bad young woman whose hands are bound behind her back, don’t you think?” This cheerful taunting, as well as her bondage, had our heroine in a lather of arousal beyond anything she’d known in her years of more or less desultory couplings with those whose only qualification was that they wanted her. This time, she was being sexually inflamed by a man whom she had secretly adored for years, and who had put his life on the line to rescue her and keep her safe. And even more amazing, it seemed he shared her well-hidden penchant for eroticizing the infliction of painful attention to female backsides, and in the correct polarity. The feel of his massive powerful hands on her ass through its two fabric coverings was unbearably tantalizing. Her telltale pussy was gushing with the liquid evidence of its hearty approval of both what was happening and even more so of what it hoped was about to come to . Ed finally got enough of a feel of his impending target and decided it was time for the next step in its revelation. He rumbled: “Time for a certain famous naughty girl to have her nightie raised and tucked away so it can’t fall down and interfere with our proceedings here, no matter how much its owner needs to wriggle... And believe me, I intend to make her wriggle a very great deal, very shortly, and for a very long time!” Adele moaned again as her Captain of the

Guards gently, ceremoniously eased the hem of her nightgown up her thighs and over her buttocks. Her backside found the room air surprisingly cool after the warmth of the soft flannel, and the traitorous organ between her legs exuded the liquors of its arousal even more enthusiastically. She knew Ed would be feasting his eyes on her bottom for the first time with sure knowledge that he was going to possess it in every way that they both longed for. Of course, the first thing our hero espied (to his delight) was the dark moist patch right at the gusset of her pristine white cotton bikini panties. This was an ideal development about which to taunt a new submissive, and the massive dom proceeded mercilessly: “My goodness, what have we here? It seems a certain naughty girl has gotten more than a bit...aroused, shall we say?...by the direction our encounter is taking, isn’t that so, Missy?” Adele felt mortified to have her most intimate response so matter-of-factly called out, and instinctively rebelled as she tightly clenched her buttocks and thighs, exclaiming: “No, absolutely not!” Ed laughed a bit cruelly, and declared: “Well, we’ll soon see about that, young lady! Anything less than total honesty in our new relationship will be dealt with in the corporal manner you are soon to become acquainted with...and lying about your state is a hundred-demerit offense. Now, my experience has taught me that there is one sure-fire way to determine whether a very wicked girl is aroused or not, and that’s by paying a little attention to a certain very sensitive little nubbin right at the top of her slit. If she’s turned on, then a little bit of discreet massage to that place inevitably results in a rather dramatic response within a very short time. If not, then she is indeed not aroused. So relax those adorable little nether cheeks and open those lovely thighs and we’ll soon get to the bottom, as it were, of this issue!” The blonde star complied meekly, not wanting to accumulate more demerits, which she correctly suspected would soon be translated into backside pain. Ed savored the slight but unmistakable healthy barnyard aroma of her arousal, redolent of fresh straw on a summer afternoon. Adele’s liquid exudate permeated the thin fabric of the crotch of her panties, making her pussy quite visible through its damp covering. Her avid employee allowed the index finger of his right hand to meander up the back and then the inside of her thigh, making her moan as it gently tickled her introitus through the sheer cotton before slowly encircling her flagrantly erect clitoris. And just as they both had very wellknown beforehand, the probing digit had barely completed one lascivious age around her organ of desire when she vaulted into a more powerful

orgasm than she had ever experienced. Her lithe perfectly conditioned body writhed adorably on his lap as her famous voice rang out with the cries of ecstasy that she had feigned for the camera many times. He continued teasing the sensitive button of flesh until her pleasurable spasms ed after nearly a minute of extremely spicy heaven. After her tempestuousness had subsided, the dom sighed in faux-regret and declared: “Well, now, aren’t you an even naughtier girl than I thought! Not only manipulative and uncooperative, but deceitful as well into the bargain...another hundred demerits must now be atoned for, Missy, and it’s beginning to seem like you may not be able to sit comfortably on this adorable little behind for weeks! I heard the whispers that the makeup artists became accustomed to disguising its condition back when your infamous Mother was disciplining it. But the current crop of technicians might need to be brought up to speed for your next nude scene, don’t you think? If I’m not to add further demerits to its impending ordeal, I’d better be hearing some issions of wrongdoing and appropriate declarations of contrition very soon...” Adele sighed to herself, awash in the emotions of finally finding the man whom she strongly suspected could unlock her secret ion while finally understanding her and keeping her safe. She so wanted to please him, to make him glad that she had managed to persuade (well, manipulate, actually) him to cross his fiercely held boundary of mixing his private and work lives. So her method acting skills were not hard to summon as she slipped into the role of bad girl who’s gotten caught as smoothly as she hoped the intriguing erection pressed against her hip would slide into her oh-so-ready vagina. The blushing blonde stammered: “I’m so sorry...Sir...I was just so embarrassed for you to know my dirty little secret...that I get totally wet...down there...at even the thought of anyone getting spanked. Let alone of the sexiest man I’ve ever wanted doing that to me, as well as all the other things I’ve been hoping you would do for almost the whole time you’ve been protecting me. That’s why I’ve been such a scheming little bitch...because the life people like me lead is actually pretty damned superficial and lonely. As I suspect you’ve known all along, since you have gone out of your way to be my friend, and never to try to get anything from me except payment for your work. So you’re kind of my dream guy, Sir, and if I’m bad for doing whatever I needed to do to get this moment to happen, you can spank me whenever you want for as long and hard as you think is necessary for the rest of my days!”

This was a good deal more of a declaration than Ed had bargained for. He was both truly touched and fiercely aroused by his adored employer’s words, let alone the sentiments behind them. The vastly experienced dom had taken many willing submissive bottoms over his lap before. Some (well, perhaps a few) as attractive as the one he was currently caressing to prepare every one of its nerve endings for their coming encounter with his hard hand and even harder hairbrush. But this was literally the first time he had ever spanked (or made any other form of love to, for that matter) someone with whom he was already in love. The massive former Navy SEAL was shocked to find himself actually trembling slightly, not a condition he had ever felt before except in the aftermath of combat. Clearly, a different sort of battle was about to commence, one in which his previously guarded heart was about to be opened in ways it never had been before. But Ed decided to keep this to himself for the moment, and to revert back to his tried and true role of a stern but fair Daddy disciplining a miscreant daughter, as most of his subs preferred. In fact, he could have been in exactly that circumstance at that very moment if he had impregnated Adele’s mother when he was first sexually active at age fifteen. That woman had been scandalously older, his next-door neighbor, a divorced mother of several small children who had seduced the gangly youngster for several torrid weeks when her kids were spending the summer with their father. While the young man had been only grateful for the chance to lose his virginity with a sexy older woman, he had often wondered if his peculiar sexuality had some origins in that rather outré beginning of his erotic life. Perhaps all women needed to be punished for that initial molestation, however pleasurable it had been for both participants. The dom had noticed that he preferred spanking smallish tidy buttocks like his original seducer had proudly sported as an ment for her services as the local yoga teacher. How convenient that Adele’s perfect petite bottom cheeks (trembling slightly as they waited so ively, so receptively beneath his soon to be chastising hand) represented some sort of Platonic ideal of that particular style of female backside. But now it was time for contemplation to end and action to begin. Ed declared: “Well, now that we have at last agreed on the reason why these panties are so shamefully wet, I think we both know that they need to be taken down so their owner can receive what she has coming to her for being such a very naughty girl for such a very long time! After all, it’s she that needs punishing, and not her underwear, am I right, Missy?”

Adele sighed before she responded, secretly thrilling at the methodical, highly psychological method with which her Captain of the Guards was approaching this galvanizing new turn in their relationship. She had always savored the careful attention he brought to every conversation they had, just as meticulous as he was in her protection. And now, he was clearly about to bring that same thoughtfulness to every detail of giving her the good sound spanking she had been fantasizing about ever since her investigation of him had revealed his secret identity as a top-notch dom. She murmured: “I’m sure you know best about such things, Sir. I trust you to do what is best for me, even though I’m scared.” “Of course you are, little one...” replied the dom, his voice as soothing as the gentle caress of his hand on Adele’s quivering pantied buttocks.” We both know that a girl as naughty as you will need to have her bottom spanked very, very hard for a very, very long time in order to learn the lessons she needs to learn. Anyone sane would have to be scared to imagine an ordeal that...challenging. But let’s not torment you any longer waiting for your fate, and lower these panties so we can attend to the business at hand, so to say. I’m going to leave them around your knees, since I plan to hurt you enough that even a girl with your self-control could not be expected to hold still. That way, when you kick your legs to try to ease the fire I’ll be building in your buttocks, you won’t be able to squirm enough to spoil my aim. After all, we wouldn’t want me to chastise anywhere except the place mother nature designed so perfectly to receive such attentions, am I right?” Adele sighed her assent, even more aroused by this latest taunt delivered while Ed was driving her mad with the hotness of his manual and verbal preparations for her spanking. And then for the first time in her life, she experienced the overthe-top sexiness of having her panties lasciviously drawn down by a man whom she had no doubt was a world-class connoisseur of just such moments. Her bottom flesh was already teased to a fever pitch of sensitivity by many minutes of stroking and massage. Now it thrilled and immediately sprung up with goose bumps as the coolness of the room air struck the perfect ivory moons. Ed sighed in total appreciation, well aware that he was baring the ass that had probably been masturbated to by more fervid men and boys than any other in history. This was thanks to the coincidence of its seven years of being seen nude on screen with the arrival of the Internet and endless loops of it on YouTube, let alone the myriad other websites specializing in such fare. He settled the imprisoning panties in a narrow band around Adele’s knees, their whiteness

contrasting nicely with the untanned ivory of her carefully sun-screened body. This issue had been the source of one of the worst spankings that mean Mommy had ever inflicted on her when she had been caught sun-bathing at age sixteen. Her skin was treated as a precious resource never to be exposed to damaging influences (save, of course, her Mother’s punishing hairbrush). Several hundred searing blows per cheek later, the lesson was deemed learned, and tanning was off the menu forever. If she needed to appear sun-bronzed for a role, makeup could take care of that problem (after a base was applied to her bottom to hide the chronic inflammation of her ever-necessary discipline). But this had all stopped almost eight years earlier, and the perfect alabaster moons that now awaited the dom’s pleasure were long-since pristinely unmarked. Ed drew back his right arm, his left hand resting atop the nightgown bunched up in the small of Adele’s back to steady both his target and his aim. Then at long last he brought it down briskly right in the center of her right buttock, the sound of its impact impossibly loud in the large room after such a long interlude of silence. Also quite noisy was her yelp of pain, mortifying to an actress who prided herself on her long-demonstrated absolute control of her voice and body (which thrashed quite vigorously). A second spank was delivered to the center of her left nate just as soon as she had settled, eliciting a much more muted version of her response to the first as she struggled to adjust to the surprising pain Ed’s strong right arm could inflict. And here was another quintessential moment to be savored by both parties of this little drama of crime and punishment. Adele had two quivering buttocks, each struggling to absorb this new reality (since body memories of previous experiences, no matter how painful or pleasurable, tend not to last longer than a few years at most.) Her pussy, however, was not struggling at all, but simply gushing with its enthusiastic approval of the fate of its neighbors, traitorous little thing. And Ed was delightedly tracing the two perfect handprints he had left on the pristine globes. He murmured: “Such perfect skin...so fine that it takes a crisp image of my hand, like the prints left on the cave walls at Lascaux, forty thousand years ago, just men leaving their mark...and now mine must be erased, as this naughty bottom is to receive the hundred spanks per cheek with my hand and hairbrush, in addition to another two hundred and twenty for its naughty owner’s extra demerits for not paying attention, not following orders, and being less than totally honest. Oh, and one other thing, Missy. When I spank, I like to...stimulate...my submissives’ pussies. It pleases me to spank very bad girls to

orgasms, to demonstrate my power over them and rub their...well...noses in my control over even their most intimate reflexes.” That being said, Ed leaned forward and snaked his left arm around Adele’s taut slender waist, inverting his palm so his thumb found her clit as two fingers probed her vagina to identify the rough patch of skin on its front aspect that marked her G spot. And then her spanking began in earnest, his large hand colliding vigorously with her perfect cheeks in a steady rhythm, one spank to the right, the next to the left, working his way outward in a slight spiral to distribute her chastisement evenly. She was weeping by the dozenth spank, and coming by the fiftieth, her orgasm shattering the record for best ever he had just set through her panties (a mark that was due to be broken with astounding regularity for the foreseeable future). But while he savored the transition of the charming dance of her buttocks from clenches of pain to paroxysms of pleasure, the dom did not falter in his istration of their just desserts. They were spanked hard for a hundred blows each, their owner’s second spanked orgasm coinciding with the culmination of her hand spanking. Adele did not Mean Mommy using anything but the hairbrush (or other various horrible implements) on her backside, that transition having happened before her living memory. But Ed’s hard hand hurt worse than she imagined possible, the increasing pain as her inflammation built leading to an even more earth-shattering climax. This coincided with the last dozen spanks of this first dose of painful medicine, delivered to the dom’s favorite spank-spot: the tender meeting place of buttock, thigh, and pussy. He had studied the anatomy of this region, perfectionist that he was, and it seemed the same nerve that served the entire pudendum also collected sensation from this area, rendering it the most erogenous part of the rear end. So it was no surprise that being spanked their wrung yet again Adele’s new apex of sexual culmination from her. At last, she got a break. By this point, all thoughts of acting, all concerns of how she looked and trying to be as pleasing as possible had long since fled our heroine’s mind. She ed a nearly pornographic film a French director had talked her into making, causing quite a scandal for a few months the previous year. In one scene, she was playing an ingénue being seduced by an older woman played by the most glamorous French actress of the previous generation. Well known to be a closeted lesbian, the chic older woman had persuaded her star-struck scene partner to forego body doubles and fake pussies.

The famous actress’ perfect haughty face had kissed its way down the almost ive younger woman’s neck, breasts, and belly, and then up her thighs to the tender crevice between hip and vulva. And then, before Adele even realized it, the famous lips and tongue were kissing her clitoris, and she was honest-to-god coming, right on camera. The older woman’s hands gripped the young blonde’s buttocks to hold her sexual core up like a chalice. The rumors were rife as to whether the sex was real or feigned, and only the participants knew for sure, and neither of them ever told. Nor did they reveal the torrid scene that had transpired later that night in Adele’s suite. There the favor was returned in an achingly elegant soixante neuf that millions of libertines would have paid a fortune to witness. But Adele ed that she had for the first time in her cinematic career she forgot where the camera was and got completely lost in her role. Well, the same thing had just happened, but it started with about the fifth spank. That was an enormous relief to a young woman way too concerned with who was watching her at all times. After she had been granted a respite of several minutes during which that which had just been punished was gently stroked and comforted. The young blonde moaned to feel the cool back of the hairbrush against her burning, throbbing nates. She was fascinated by the combination of pain and pleasure the dom had inflicted on her, so different from anything in her previous experience. So far, it seemed that the more humiliating and painful her position, the harder she came. And now, she knew yet another world of hurt was about to be entered by her poor already punished buttocks. She had little doubt that hard wood would make a more telling intersection with tender flesh than even the calloused palm it had so far experienced. Mean Mommy had never stroked her bottom gently during spankings. That happened just while enemas were being instilled and retained for the required dozen minutes for them to do their work. So the soft touch of the back of the familiar implement was novel. What wasn’t was the subsequent crack and sting of its impact on the center of her right nether moon. Indeed, it was as if all of the pain spread out over Ed’s vast hand was concentrated into an area a tenth its size, and then redoubled in spades. Soon she was sobbing and wailing, her bottom cheeks gyrating much more wildly than they had during her hand spanking. This new level of hind end pain rapidly brought Adele towards a true frenzy by the end of the first dose. What also happened by then was an orgasm twice as strong as the most recent, causing her to make sounds she didn’t even recognize as

human from her usually impeccably controlled throat. Another respite was granted, as the dom crooned his approval: “Such a brave naughty girl, taking her medicine so prettily and only struggling a little bit. And she comes so wonderfully while she’s being spanked...I think I’ll make her have all of her orgasms that way from now on, since they seem to be so enjoyable to her that way. We can think of it as a perfect combination of negative and positive reinforcement: the pain for her badness, and the pleasure for her contrition. And now, just a hundred and twenty left per cheek, and their ordeal will be done, at least for the moment.” This last dose was focused rather mercilessly on the lower quarter of Adele’s poor throbbing buttocks, as well as the upper six inches of her thighs. This was a new target area, one that Mean Mommy had never aimed for. She had been something of a purist as far as delivering spankings only to the place God had designed to receive them, so she claimed. It stung even worse than her buttocks had, and seemed to have an even more direct line to her pussy. By the time the final spank had fallen on this region, another three record-shattering climaxes had surged through the bound and bent blonde’s body. She was transported to an unimagined, let alone explored, realm of sexual pain and pleasure and glorious soul wrenching release. Adele’s hammering heart gradually slowed and quieted as her employee drew her up into his massive arms as though she were a toddler. He released the Velcro closures restraining her arms behind her back and cuddled her tenderly, murmuring: “There, now, little one, all is forgiven for the moment...we won’t make you do corner time displaying your well-spanked bottom just this once. After all, you took your spanking so bravely and showed such true contrition for your wicked ways. And don’t you come so very prettily while your bottom is being punished, and quite enthusiastically to boot! Mean Mommies seldom know about that, but strict Daddies like myself enjoy making their bad girls have lots of orgasms while their adorable backsides are getting their medicine. And just think: we have only just begun to scratch the surface of the methods very wicked young ladies can be chastised in order to help them mend their ways, as I’m sure you’re very excited to find out!” Well, in point of fact, that thought was intriguing to our heroine, who seemed to have more of a taste for such outré activities than she had ever quite imagined. Though come to think of it, the fantasies that got her off the best when she was

playing with herself (or with a partner who was beginning to bore her, as all of them inevitably had) did tend to be in that direction. They involved very painful things being inflicted on very intimate places of very naughty girls by very stern but attractive older authorities, most often but not always male. Even that thought had her hungry little pussy already warming again, and this prompted some behavior. She wriggled a little against Ed’s vast chest and said in her best sexy teenager voice: “Sir had to work so hard to give me my medicine, I wonder if there is anything I could do to...well...compensate him for all his careful efforts?” The dom smiled tenderly down at his gorgeous employer and replied: “I wonder what our bad girl could possibly have in mind as to the currency of such compensation?” Adele allowed her Mona Lisa smile to morph slightly in the direction of wickedness, and responded: “Well, if Sir wouldn’t mind putting me down, I would be happy to show him exactly what I have in mind...if that would not be too presumptuous...” He chuckled and retorted: “Well, in point of fact, of course it would, because it was impertinent not to answer my question. We’ll have another little discussion between your backside and some new implement for behavioral modification later. But for now, let’s let you go ahead and attempt your form of payment, and we’ll figure out how to proceed from that point based on how pleasing you are.” The flushed blonde, her short hair artfully tousled by her long energetically squirming trip over Ed’s lap, felt slightly woozy as her head assumed a position higher than her feet for the first time in well over an hour of highly nervoussystem-stimulating activities. The dom had anticipated this and held her slender body protectively until they were both sure Adele was steady on her feet. Then she leaned down and planted a world-class, long, slow, subtle first kiss on his handsome but somewhat cruel mouth. This was a kiss constructed by someone who had made the most detailed study imaginable of kisses, in the service of how much her face was filmed close up in this very activity. And after nearly two hours of steady world-class tantalization, it took the Captain of the Guards to an almost unimaginable height of arousal, just as his employer had intended. Once she was satisfied with her effort, Adele stood back up and stepped away mincingly, impaired by the panties still binding her knees together under the now-descended hem of her nightie. For the nonce, she was going to do her best to take control of this situation. Ed decided to ride with this as an intriguing

counterpoint to his intended total domination of her as the evening progressed. He looked on, bemused, as his world-famous employer proceeded to execute a move that had creamed the jeans of millions of adolescent boys in several slasher movies. In order for a girl to warrant a particularly bloody experience with the monster du jour of the film, the formula required that she have ‘earned’ such an end by being particularly naughty. This was usually accomplished in Adele’s case by being a slut, and a favorite way to initiate wicked sexual activity was for her to strip out of a demure girlish nightgown exactly like the one she’d chosen for this scene. Her awe-struck scene partner, male in all but a few particularly naughty instances, would look on goggle-eyed at the spectacle of her perfect youthful nudity. Which, by the book, would go on display again for the audience when the monster again stripped her for her eventual terrifying demise as a lesson for all girls who would consider such sinful behavior. So our heroine knew by heart the moves to draw the hem of her nightie ever so slowly up her perfect thighs and over her trim but feminine hips to reveal her bush. It was white blonde like her hair, but as was the style for women her age in Southern California, waxed to perfect smoothness save for a discrete triangle of pubes just above her clit. The local term for this remnant, left to distinguish that organ from looking pre-adolescent (a turn-off for the non-pedophiles), was a ‘landing strip’, and Ed had a missile just dying to go to ground nearby. Next, the slowly rising curtain of the robe revealed Adele’s perfectly sculpted tummy, the product of endless hours of torment in yoga and various other excruciating fitness regimes. And then the most famous breasts in the world were revealed in their totally un-surgerized perfection. Her perfect small-C-cup beauties were preternaturally firm, not even sagging enough to hide the slight crease beneath their lower curves. They were capped by fiercely erect nipples the size of pencil erasers, surrounded by matching vivid pink areoles the dimension of silver dollars. Ed sighed in awed appreciation as the nightie was dramatically cast aside, leaving his gorgeous subject frontally nude save for the snow-white cotton panties sexily hobbling her knees together. Adele daintily stooped to ease these down and stepped out of them before kicking them aside. Then she raised her arms in consummate grace, displaying her breasts even more stunningly, and executed a perfect slow pirouette. Her ass was even more perfect from this perspective than it had been over Ed’s lap, and its bright red glow was a striking contrast to the ivory sheen of the rest of her body. When her spin was complete, she looked into her employee’s rapt face with her giant china-blue eyes glowing,

saying: “I hope Sir approves of his adoring slave.” Now this was unexpected to both of them. Adele did not even know exactly what possessed her to say such a thing. Though she had read (and masturbated to) many erotic stories of beautiful women willingly submitting themselves to sexual slavery to powerful handsome men. The spanking seemed to have unlocked something inside her, something that wanted to offer herself to this gorgeous man who had saved her life after becoming her only true friend. Ed slipped a bit into his role as a dom, and rumbled: “Does this very naughty girl understand the implications of what she has just said? Because if she doesn’t she might well be extremely regretful once I begin to demonstrate them to her.” The flushed naked blonde thought a moment before replying: “I understand that being your slave means that under all circumstances I am to bend to your will in all things, no matter how difficult or unpleasant your commands might be. This is the compensation I thought to offer you for the incredible blessing of understanding me so well that you could become the only person who has never tried to exploit me in any way. You have always been just my friend who would listen and care, rescue me from certain rape and disfigurement, if not death, and then give me just the spanking I needed and deserved for being such a stupid little bitch.” The dom considered this. He had assumed that the reward he was being offered would consist of a blow-job and perhaps a rollicking fuck, which would have been fine with him. Adele had thrown him a major curve by offering something so much greater. He was concerned that her eyes might have been bigger than her stomach, as his grandmother used to say when he overate. So he temporized, not wanting to spoil what seemed to have real long-term potential by wolfing down too greedily the amazing morsel that had been freely offered. “This is a major life commitment, young lady. I will accept on a conditional basis: we will have a one-month trial during which you will get to experience what being my little slave entails. At the end of those thirty days, we will talk about whether you want to re-enlist for a full year. And after that, each year you will have another opportunity to opt out of our arrangement, since I never want to lock us both into something that is not working for us. But for the next month, I will expect you to do as I command in all things, to take no initiative of your own save that which I grant you, including speech. You will be punished

severely for violating any of these rules. And you will address me at all times when we are in private as ‘Sir’, which you have already adopted, or ‘Master’. Is all of this clear to you?” Adele felt her whole world shift on its axis as she barely whispered: “Yes, dear Master, I think it is clear. I am sure you will clarify any points that seem to have escaped me.” Then on an impulse, recalling some vintage erotica she had seen in which harem girls submitted to a licentious sheikh, she knelt before him and bowed her head and presented her crossed wrists to him in the universal body language of submission.

Chapter Six

Ed now faced a raft of extremely complicated decisions. He was a sophisticated dom, well versed in the psychological subtleties of the very complex relationship between women who wanted to be spanked and those whom they wanted to spank them. To start with, ladies who found it sexy to have challenging things done to their backsides constituted a small minority of the whole population. For the great majority, the kind of treatment he had just delivered to Adele’s adorable backside would have been nothing but traumatic. And then, the vast majority of this small segment of the female population were not really into having their bottoms punished or otherwise plundered by a man who was only, or even primarily, considerate of his own needs and desires. In the dom’s rather sizeable experience, less than one per cent of women truly wanted to be dominated without consideration for their own feelings or eventual pleasure. These true masochists actually rather freaked him out. In fact, he refused to engage in erotic play with them even in organized public scenes at the local BDSM private clubs. In his mind, they were psychiatrically disturbed persons who needed treatment, and he could take no pleasure in causing them pain. But among the roughly ten per cent of women who shared his particular kink to some degree, the vast majority fell into the category he was interested in. These were ladies (like Adele) who loved the psych of being ‘punished for being bad’. This usually stemmed back to experiences of having been spanked or otherwise shamed for things they couldn’t help about themselves, like their rebellious spirit or sexuality. Ed made it a point to take out to dinner any of the women who routinely sought his services as a dom. During this purely social occasion, always at a superb local place where he was well known and given a secluded booth, he would draw them out as he had Adele. He loved learning their stories about their lives and how they came to be the way they were. Several of them commented on what a skilled interviewer he was, little knowing that he had served a stint on an interrogation team in Iraq, specializing in questioning women suspects. The result of all this data collection was an acute and deep psychological

understanding of what made his submissives tick. And central to that was the basic irony of the consensual BDSM world that he inhabited. While the scenes were nominally about painful and invasive things happening to the most vulnerable parts of the women, sought after doms were in fact constantly tailoring their actions to the responses of their ‘victims’. The term for this phenomenon was ‘topping from below’, indicating that the sub was actually the one in control of the action, however opposite things might appear. The hallmark of this principle was the ‘safe word’, something the woman could say (or a gesture she could make if gagged) that would cause the action to stop. But Ed was a minor celebrity in their small secret world because his regulars learned that they needed no safe word with him. That was because his attunement was so acute that he walked the tightrope between not enough and too much with the skill of a Flying Wallenda. Complete sexual slavery, which Adele had just offered so shockingly for someone who had just received her first erotic spanking, was a whole different matter. Most submissives preferred to keep their BDSM activities to a walled-off segment of their lives. They wanted specially arranged scenes either in private or at the club where they could take particular pains with their preparations to be seen in the radically compromising positions being topped often led to their naked bottoms occupying. After all, most women felt they had less than perfect bodies and needed a week or two of painful toning exercises and a starvation diet followed by a thorough Brazilian wax job to dare to bare all for an audience of at least their dom, if not the entire club hip. But sexual slaves gave up far more than a temporary willingness to be bound and spanked and sexually used within the limits of their approval guaranteed by their safe word. A sexual slave truly handed herself over to her Master totally, at least within the limits they negotiated before their contract was signed. Adele had read about these women in her extensive online research into her secret BDSM fantasy life. She knew from her history of ive submission to literally anything sexual her partners had asked of her that she liked being told what to do in bed. The idea that a man like Ed who made her feel so totally cared for in all ways could take over her life, at least for awhile, was almost unbearably arousing to her. The dom knew that overplaying his hand at this early stage by being too strict or forceful could backfire in him developing his employer into a truly willing submissive for the long haul. So he figured a little psychological foreplay might be just the thing before he began to exact her complete abandonment to him. He

rumbled: “Stand up before me, little slave, and let’s have a look at you.” “Yes, Master,” Adele whispered, shocked at how turned on she was so immediately after half a dozen spanked orgasms within the last hour or so. Usually her libido didn’t run remotely so high, and she could hardly coming more than once in a session with any partner in her whole sexual history. With this man, it seemed like her voracious little pussy had no limits in its greediness for more. And indeed, that was right where Ed’s probing index finger went, making her gasp as he exclaimed: “My goodness, what have we here? A natural little slave whose adorable cunt gets more than a little aroused at even the thought of what its rash owner has just signed it, and the rest of her, up for! Let’s see how long it takes the naughty little thing to come while I look right into her eyes so I can see just exactly how much she enjoys her new state of submission... But beware, little slave, that if you break gaze with me it will go very hard on a bottom that’s already more than a bit sore!” This was a challenge that was actually right up Adele’s alley. She adored being watched, especially in intimate situations. There her exhibitionist self could marinate properly in shame at being intimately exposed piquantly mixed with the extreme turn-on of being lustfully observed. And indeed, as her eyes drank in Ed’s gaze as his left hand found the frontal version of its now-familiar grip on her pussy, his thumb gently encircling her clit as his index and middle finger deftly massaged her G spot. But now, the dom’s right hand was freed of its previous duties spanking her adorable bottom to peruse the other feature of Adele’s body that countless millions of horny young men worldwide had masturbated to for nearly a decade: her delightfully firm world-class breasts. These turned out to be even more spectacular to feel than to look at. Their firmness, suggesting wrongly that they were artificial instead of being a true freak of nature. It caused them to barely sag or bounce as she cavorted around beaches or ran fruitlessly from monsters while on screen. Ed had observed them many times during his naughty employer’s efforts to tantalize him by changing clothes in the back of the limousine as they fared between venues in her frenetic Hollywood life. But touching them with the full permission a Master had to handle the body of his willing sexual slave was a different matter entirely. He took his time, watching her eyes slightly glaze over as he savored their incredible fineness of texture and resilience as he massaged them more deeply.

But when his hand at last found their nipples, Adele revealed another true treasure of her responsiveness. The instant the dom began to pinch the fiercely erect nubbins more firmly, their owner vaulted into yet another killer orgasm. And she by God used every ounce of her theatrically trained self-mastery to hold his gaze the entire time, something he had never seen a woman do, until her last delightful spasm ed. She gradually allowed her famous mouth to slip innocuously into a slyly salacious grin, and said: “I hope I have been pleasing to my Master.” Ed allowed himself to grin back and retorted: “Not a particle as much as you are going to, little slave. I want you on your knees and then let’s see how capable those hands and that mouth are at taking out my genitals and istering your first blow job in your new state of ownership. If you spill the slightest drop of my spend, that will be regarded as an act of disrespect and disobedience. Your rear end will discover the consequences for that most serious of offences, do you understand?” Adele’s smile immediately changed to an expression of earnest compliance, as she knelt gracefully between her Master’s knees, which he had helpfully spread to allow her access to her assigned task. She had surmised that her handsome employee had an intriguingly massive set of erotic equipment from her many occasions of teasing him to erection in her limo. That evening she had felt his adamantine cock pressing into the side of her hip during her spanking. But there was a true sense of ceremony in both of their minds as she reverentially extended her arms to untie the drawstring of his black silk lounging pants. Then she hooked a finger under the waist on each side of his crotch and eased them down to allow his monumental phallus and heavy ball sac to spring forth in all their breathtaking majesty. Ed moaned as his supplicant slave’s nimble fingers avidly caressed his too-longneglected genitalia. Her glowing emerald eyes clearly expressing her delight in the size and responsiveness of the cock she was about to worshipfully welcome into her body for the first time. It was the biggest she’d encountered, a full eight inches long and its shaft an inch and a half in diameter, its circumcised prepuce like a portobello mushroom even wider than its stem. Indeed, it was as she’d read in Ed’s online reviews as a dom: his acute sensitivity was exceeded only by this remarkable equipment in making him stand head and shoulders above his competition (so to say). She had never been much of a ‘size queen’ when it came to men’s phalluses, though having her vagina stretched did have certain benefits

in the intensity of her orgasms. But Adele suspected that things might be a bit different in this way as well with her new Master. She felt a sense of almost primitive worship as she cradled his heavy balls in her hands while gently licking the sensitive edges of his prepuce in preparation for mouthing it fully if she could stretch her lips that far. The new slave looked up at her Master while her tongue and hands explored his genitals. She delighted in savoring his moans of pleasure and carefully estimating when the line between delightful tantalization and frustration approached. This took a few minutes, ending when she sat up a bit and extended her famous supple neck and lips to take the entire head of his cock inside her mouth. This produced a satisfying groan of satisfaction from the object of her worship, which sound continued as her tongue slowly encircled his prepuce inside her mouth for a few minutes. And then Adele sat up much taller to get the right angle of her head and neck, and then proceeded to slowly, delightfully engulf Ed’s enormous phallus deeper into her mouth and throat. He was shocked that she could do this, since it seemed anatomically kind of impossible. But in fact, this ‘sword-swallowing’ trick was something that a bisexual male lover only slightly less spectacularly endowed than her Captain of the Guards had taught her. And indeed, she stood up slightly more and his dick head all the way to the back of her throat after taking a deep breath through her nose so as not to feel suffocated. Then the blonde beauty proceeded to deliver the blow job of her new Master’s life, taking the full length of his cock into her oral cavity on each stroke as she delivered a loving massage to his scrotum. Ed was so turned on by the erotic spectacle of her spanking that within minutes of the start of being deep-throated she felt his balls contract upward in that inevitable sign of impending male orgasm. She backed off until his prepuce was barely in her mouth, correctly sensing that the volume of his spend would overwhelm her if she took it while her head was fully impaled. And indeed, as he roared his pleasure her mouth was filled by a shocking amount of semen. Adele struggled to swallow diligently in spite of its less-than-delightful taste and consistency. Her Master looked on with glazed intensity as the most famous mouth in Hollywood imbibed every last drop of his prodigious ejaculate. At last her eyes dancing with delight at this small victory on the first night of her total selfimposed subjugation. Now that the edge had been taken off his long-restrained lust for his luscious employer, Ed could proceed with his initial indoctrination of his new slave with

his usual patience. He would have her in every orifice before they slept this fateful night, but not before a careful exploration of other erotic territory between each fucking. And now it was time for that second phase to begin. “Little slave, you are to climb up on your bed and get on your hands and knees to prepare for your next spanking.” Adele felt a thrill of fear and arousal arise in her belly and lance straight to her cunt at this matter-of-fact declaration of her next submission. She complied with alacrity, excited and terrified in equal measure at what was about to transpire on her familiar bed, where she had never in fact been with another man or woman. The star wondered if she had been unconsciously saving crossing that that momentous boundary for the man who was going to be her mate for life. The long-dreamed man whom she sensed would love her just the way she needed to be loved, in equal aliquots of agony and ecstasy. She trembled slightly as she assumed the position he commanded, instinctively spreading her knees as wide as possible to offer her bottom and nether cleavage to him totally, all his, to do with whatever pleased him, forever. The dom enjoyed the sight of his gorgeous willing sex slave for a moment, delighting in her natural adoption of the most submissive version of the posture he had ordered. Then he declared: “Stay there until I return, little slave, since I’m going to need a few pieces of equipment from my travelling bag of toys in order to properly introduce you to your new state of being. You won’t want to even think of the consequences for that adorable little rear end that you’ve offered up so salaciously for me if you move a muscle while I’m gone.” Her cerebral cortex told Adele that her Captain of the Guards couldn’t possibly be both walking back to his room and monitoring her on her hands and knees in the center of her bed. And yet, another (perhaps more primitive, but certainly more basic) part of her brain wanted, perhaps even needed to believe he was as omniscient as he seemed omnipotent. Indeed, she suspected that if she disobeyed him he would not even need to ask, simply to look at her with his wintry bluegrey eyes. And she would immediately confess everything and offer her buttocks up for his punishment. No matter (who are we kidding here...quite precisely because of) how terrifying his ominous promise of her already sore bottom’s consequences for disobedience. In any case, our heroine remained quite still, using techniques she had learned in the many films where she had been killed and needed to simulate a naked corpse for long lascivious shots of her artfully ravaged body. Ed returned after a few

minutes, having emptied his bladder and retrieved a rather large fancy black leather satchel (Dior, of course). He placed it on the bed next to Adele’s head, intentionally within her vision, remarking: “This is my travelling toy chest. It enables me to bind naughty girls in whatever position is necessary to properly discipline their most private vulnerable parts with the precise intensity required to help them learn their painful lessons. We’ll start with some special jewelry that will remove the necessity for you to restrain yourself so that you can completely...I suspect ‘enjoy’ is not quite the proper term, but it will have to do...your next tutorial, little slave.” That said, the dom produced five titanium circlets, four of then a couple of inches in diameter, the fifth perhaps three times that size. He produced a small key on a long slender silver chain and proceeded to unlock all four bracelets plus the larger torc. Ed then showed the devices to his naked employer, explaining: “These are specially built for me by a jeweler who makes them up in compensation for the right to use the design nationally. Notice the seamless hinge and locking mechanism, and how the titanium is a rather broad oval, which distributes any weight more broadly and makes it less likely that delicate ankles or wrists or necks will be bruised if their owners feel the need to struggle against their bondage. And see the clever way the little D-rings are welded to the outer edge, so that a simple little carabiner-style clip can instantaneously attach the device to any tie down. The torc even has four such clips, the purpose of which you are about to find out, lucky little slave!” The cool metal then snicked closed around all of Adele’s extremities, feeling very sexy to the naked blonde. She had read in her large hidden collection of BDSM erotica about sex slaves who wore such jewelry as external evidence of their state, and it turned her on greatly to be so attired. Then Ed took from the black leather satchel a matte black anodized metal rod with a D-ring welded to each end. He then extended its original six-inch length to about three feet and clicked it into place, after which he put it on the bed beneath her spread knees and ankles. He explained: “This, little slave, it called a spreader bar. When a naughty girl like you is out and about while wearing the jewelry I just gave you, it enables her legs or arms or both simultaneously to be held apart at any distance up to almost five feet. Let me demonstrate.” The massive dom then used the tiny carabiners to clip Adele’s anklets to the bar, securing her legs in an inexorable three foot spread as she knelt on the bed. Next he bade her rest her head on the bedspread, and took each of her wrists in turn

and gently but firmly guided it to attach to the spreader bar just inside its corresponding ankle. This made the star glad that she spent several hours a day in yoga and other flexibility-promoting exercise to keep her body ready for her nude scenes. To be so tightly rolled up would have been uncomfortable otherwise. What this posture accomplished was to open up her bottom even further, perhaps splaying her buttocks more extremely than they had ever been for sex. Her inner thighs were presented totally, and her pussy as salaciously offered up as it had ever been, but she could not move a muscle to protect any of these areas in the slightest. The blonde submissive tested this, both terrified and totally aroused to discover the thoroughness with which Ed had secured her for her next ordeal. Adele’s famous head was turned towards the black satchel, and the dom knelt down to bring his face level with hers. He stroked her cheek and murmured: “There, now, little slave, you’re all safely trussed up so you don’t have to worry about anything but what’s happening to all of those lovely sensitive private areas this position exposes so perfectly. Have you ever been paddled, my love?” She thrilled to hear him use the L word so matter-of-factly, especially juxtaposed on calling her ‘little slave’, a casually demeaning term that caused her pussy to gush with approval. The star answered, lapsing into a child-like voice that surprised her a bit (as her intuitive acting choices often did): “No, Master, Mommy only used her hand and a hairbrush to spank me with.” Ed kissed her gently on the forehead and replied: “I’m glad to hear that, since introducing a naughty girl’s bottom to a new implement is like taking a kind of virginity, and I find it special. I’m not feeling as cruel tonight as I sometimes do. So your adorable little bottom is going to be spanked next with a leather rather than a wooden paddle. I’m told that the wood hurts quite a bit more, since it is less forgiving when it s tender flesh. And I’m even going to postpone allowing you to meet the perforated paddle. That one everyone agrees stings ever so much more because the holes allow trapped air to escape before it can soften the impact.” Adele felt a thrill of fearful anticipation as she found her mouth meekly offering: “Thank you, Master, for being so kind to your wicked little slave.” And then the dom did something she didn’t expect. He reached into the satchel and drew out an unfamiliar little device made of what looked like soft grey plastic molded into a U shape with one arm of the U being an oval about two inches long and one

inch wide and the other arm a similar shape but about half the size. Ed explained: “This little high-tech miracle is called a WeVibe. It is Bluetooth controlled, fits perfectly inside a naughty girl’s vagina to reach along its front aspect where the G spot is, and has an outer arm that rests ever so nicely on her clit. Thus the vibrations work their magic in both of the places where they have the greatest effect. I like to use it during spankings in order to force my miscreants to come while they are being punished. This is my way of rubbing their noses, so to say, in my control of even their most intimate responses during their chastisement. I also use it to give naughty little slaves the illusion of an ironic sort of control over the painful things it pleases me to do to their most vulnerable erotic parts. That way the challenging things I so enjoy inflicting on them only end with their orgasm...or two, if I’m feeling particularly sadistic.” While he was stroking Adele’s face with his right hand during this very tantalizing speech, Ed’s left hand was inserting the device in question into her pussy. Then he held up the remote in front of her face and triggered the vibrations. She was shocked at how surrounded her sexual core was by the subtle but powerful sensations the instrument imparted. He continued to stroke her face while looking deep into her eyes, drinking in her arousal as his other hand prepared the area about to be spanked by gently caressing it. She worried that his hand was spending at least as much time fondling her thighs as her buttocks, never having been spanked there before. As the star approached her crest, he murmured: “Come for Master, little slave, nice and hard so I can spank you for a long, long time before you come again!” And our heroine did just that, almost immediately on command, writhing against her bondage. What she jokingly called her ‘piggy little grunts’ of orgasm filled the silence of the bedroom for a good half-minute before subsiding. She felt both deliciously owned and outrageously violated, that her employee could have such total charge of her. This was a circumstance that was about to be demonstrated much more emphatically as Ed took up the smooth black leather paddle. It consisted of an oval business end about six by four inches tapering down to a four-inch handle. He showed it to her while explaining: “Little slaves are about to find out that their adorable little buttocks are far from the only place where they can be spanked. In fact, their sweet thighs will be the target of the entire first dose until they get off, after which the second dose will be delivered to her entire bottom, lucky girl!” Well, if Adele felt lucky (which in fact she totally did, having finally seduced the

long-term object of her desires), that emotion did not last for long. Her thighs had never experienced being spanked, and it turned out that body parts unaccustomed to such treatment ed far greater distress. She found her usual iron self-control to be overwhelmed with humbling rapidity, and was openly weeping by the dozenth spank to her poor thighs. Soon she was yelling with each sharp smack, but also quite soon a very different reaction began to brew. Abetted by the clever little vibrator, her arousal rapidly reasserted itself, surprising even the experienced dom. By the fiftieth spank, his gorgeous victim’s movements within her bonds morphed from those of a penitent to those of a lover. Her cries of pain became sharp yells of pleasure as he spanked her right through another killer climax. The blows decrescendoed until by her last pleasurable spasm the black leather was gently stroking the tender skin it had just so fiercely inflamed. “I love how you come while I hurt you, little slave...how the pain overcomes your control and both softens and liberates you. It forces you out of that evercalculating smart brain of yours and wholly into your body. There you can finally cut loose and find the ultimate doorway to pleasure. I suspect that none of your lovers so far ever reached that place, am I right?” “You know very well you are, Master, since you personally witnessed how frustrating I was to every one of them for the past three years... And how much I secretly enjoyed that, winning the final victory of remaining spiritually untouched by them no matter what I let them do to my body.” Adele was surprised that these words had come out of her mouth. Withholding her inner life on this level was an iron-clad reflex for her ever since Mean Mommy showed her the truth about trusting anyone. She felt naked and raw having actually said this truth for the first time to another human being. Let alone one with whom she was madly in love and who was in the middle of giving her the sexiest spanking she could imagine. And Ed was frankly a bit relieved to see the sassy spirit of the starlet he knew reasserting itself. He was not a man who placed much credence in miraculous transformations. The spoiled young woman he had long thought could benefit from a good sound spanking was unlikely to disappear in a night. So he took up the paddle again to ister her second dose while declaring: “I certainly witnessed a great deal in the time I’ve guarded you, little slave. One of the conclusions I reached was that this naughty little bottom had not received nearly enough in the way of painful consequences for its owner’s misbehavior. So as

much as I appreciate you revealing your inner thoughts, a spanking has been promised, and must be delivered.” That said, the hard black leather began energetically colliding with tender buttock flesh, much to the dismay of a certain tightly bent and bound naked blonde. Her tormentor swung harder on his return to the more traditional target for such attentions, reasoning that it was more accustomed to this treatment. Indeed, by a dozen spanks to each perfect nether moon, Adele was weeping freely and crying out plaintively with each spank, her rapidly darkening bottom cheeks dancing most charmingly as they struggled to accommodate their recurrent ordeal. This time, even the clever little vibrator could not save the starlet from what Ed considered a full proper dose of a hundred spanks to each side. As her arousal began to break through her distress, he targeted the tender triangle on each side where buttock met thigh and pussy. He well knew this to be the most erogenous region of the rear end due to its sharing of the same nervous supply as the sexual organs. Adele’s orgasm broke further records for intensity and pleasurability, her shouts of ecstasy filling the still air of the bedroom for the better part of a blissful minute while the dom spanked away until she was still. All of this had been quite stimulating for our hero, and there was the most wanked-off-to pussy in the world flagrantly offered up for his enjoyment. He informed his blissed-out new submissive: “Time for hard-working disciplinarians to take another installment of their hard-earned rewards for chastising such well-deserving naughty girls by fucking them, don’t you agree, little slave?” She nodded fervently, wanting nothing more than to take the monumental cock she had found orally almost overwhelming in the orifice Mother Nature had designed for just such activities. Ed stripped out of his lounging pants and clambered onto the bed behind his sharply bent naked employer. After popping out the vibrator, he took his ravening erection in hand and rubbed it up and down her slit several times, tantalizing her until she moaned: “Please, Master, fuck me, I beg you!” In truth, she had never wanted anything as much as she desired his cock inside her in that moment, and he was only too happy to oblige. “If you insist, little slave, if you insist...” She had never taken anything remotely this large inside her, and there was a bit of unreasoning fear mixed in with her desire. This was the perfectly piquant spicing for her rather twisted palate that no other lover had ever discovered.

Adele moaned as Ed eased his prepuce inside her, stretching her introitus deliciously. Once her responding gush of lubrication unequivocally declared her pussy’s approval of this new friend, he drove steadily inside to the hilt as she screamed in both challenge and delight. When she was fully impaled, they both savored the of the front of his cool thighs with her throbbingly inflamed backside. It seemed that the starlet’s pelvic floor responded enthusiastically to the stretch imposed by so massive an intruder. Within a dozen strokes she started coming, hard and hot, the inimitable contractions of female orgasm delicious to the experienced dom. His hard hands gripped her well-spanked buttocks convulsively as he drove in and out of her for the next twenty minutes, during which she stopped counting her climaxes. They both blissfully rode the waves of their ardor, until at last her inner spasms milked another prodigious spend from the dom. His roars of pleasure mingling with her shouts of delight until they collapsed in a sweaty heap. The overwhelmed starlet felt so tiny doubled up beneath her Captain’s huge frame. She savored how enveloped she was by him at the same time as she felt totally skewered by his now quiescent cock. Her ass and thighs still throbbed with the agony he had so cheerfully visited upon them. But the pleasure he had bestowed on her made the pain recede into insignificance. Except that it seemed to be the key that unlocked the door to this unprecedented new level of sexual ecstasy. And she seemed insatiable for this combination. Even as she lay there recovering while his cock slowly shrank inside her, she found herself angling for more. “Some slave,” she thought, as before a life-changing experience was even complete, she was already craving more, perfectly willing to plot to top her new Master from below. But tonight seemed to be her night of taking risks, so our heroine plunged ahead. After another few minutes of blissful repose, she murmured: “Thank you so much, dear Master, for giving this unworthy slave a good start on the consequences we both know she needs for being such a manipulative little bitch. I wish I were a better pupil, but I must confess that as soon as I recovered my senses I started making plans to maneuver you into giving me even more punishment...and pleasure, too, I’m sure... But it is the pain that seems to unlock me in a way I’ve fantasized about but never experienced until tonight... And I seem to crave more, maybe even a lot more...” Ed was fascinated by this turn of events, and his softening sword sprang immediately back to life in its delightful sheath at the thought of further naughty

fun. His plan had been to unbind Adele and cuddle her to sleep, but clearly she had more immediate needs that required attending to. This was not a night in which he wanted to leave her anything but fully sated in every way. And if another scene was required to achieve that end, he was glad to oblige. The dom rumbled: “Well, little slave, as long as we both realize that this blatant attempt to top me from below will result in the most exacting of punishments to a certain adorable body, then I see no alternative but to give you what you need. I’ll untie you and we can both take a break to empty our bladders and rehydrate. Then we’ll find the right position to bind you in for round three of your introduction to being chastised as we both seem to know you deserve.” Ed proceeded to unclip the anklets and bracelets from the spreader bar, gathering Adele up in his arms as though she were a pet cat. He carried her into the suite’s capacious bathroom, depositing his almost purring employer on her feet and steadying her until she felt able to herself. Once they had both relieved themselves, the dom padded naked off to the kitchen to return with two chilled bottles of water. These were both thirstily downed as the two very fit new lovers girded their loins for their next erotic adventure. As they were drinking the life-giving libation, the couple openly ogled each other’s naked bodies. They both enjoyed the toned perfection of their counterpart, each being the product of thousands of hours of careful effort in the gym to produce a physique that approached a gender ideal for their world. And in fact, they unwittingly shared the same thought: “I get to endlessly play with this gorgeous body, which houses a mind I find every bit as exciting, and even gets turned on by the same kinks as I do!” Of course, the dom was vastly more experienced in the BDSM realm, and knew his likes and dislikes totally after hundreds of scenes like the one they were in the middle of enacting. For him, the only new territory was to be topping someone with whom he had a deep friendship and had fallen totally in love with for many tantalizing months. This was not a trivial departure from his usual incontrol and invulnerable stance around sex. And he was frankly a bit shaken by how strong his feelings were for the gamine waif he was topping. Adele was quite used to partners being totally enthralled with her in a first lovemaking session. But she likewise was on totally new ground to have equally strong feelings of her own for someone with whom she was fucking. And then there was this totally weird reality of erotic pain. It seemed to unlock levels of

ion and responsiveness in her that were literally orders of magnitude beyond what she’d known until this evening. Sex had always been something she could enjoy in a take-it-or-leave it fashion, like a tasty but unremarkable dish of food. Hardly the stuff of compulsions, and perfect, in a way, for someone whom the world came to regard as something of an avatar of erotic desirability. After all, she could offer her body up for her fans’ projections, or even for her intermittent lovers’ desires and gratification, but remain deeply unmoved. This new thing, this ‘enslavement’ that she had volunteered for so impulsively, this masochistic subjugation of her body to Ed’s careful ministrations, was something radically different. He had shown her a level of pleasure, of soulshattering erotic fulfillment, that scared her to death because she could feel herself already addicted to it. Her ass and thighs were throbbing like never before even after Mean Mommy’s worst spankings. And yet she had blithely requested another dose. Not only that, but she had upped the ante by obliquely indicating that other areas of her body might also benefit from the same sort of treatment. How fucked up was that, she wondered? The dom was watching his employer’s world-famous face with his usual total intensity as she wandered down the aisle of this train of thought. He intuited a great deal of it, both because of his almost psychic level of perceptiveness and his long study of this particular woman. Part of why he had become so coveted as a bodyguard was that he subjected each of his subjects to an intense psychological scrutiny. This was because their greatest vulnerabilities often seemed to arise from their mental quirks, the habits and peculiarities that might cause them to put themselves in harm’s way. But with Adele, this initial scrutiny had expanded as they had befriended each other. By now Ed felt like he had made an exhaustive three-year study of this particular woman with whom he spent the vast majority of the past thousand days. Given this rich both conscious and intuitive data base, Ed surmised what his next move should be. He led his new slave back into her bedroom after grabbing a fluffy mauve Egyptian cotton bath sheet from the bathroom, and bade her stand still while he stripped the bed down to its satin fitted sheet. Then her carefully placed the bath sheet down in the center of the California king sized counterpane, explaining drolly: “I expect my juicy little slave’s pussy is going to continue to express its enthusiasm for our activities as it has for the past several hours, so we might as well be prepared to catch the drips... After all, we wouldn’t want her to have to contend with avoiding the wet spots if ever we are

able to slake her thirst for these activities enough for her to want to sleep in this bed, right, naughty girl?” Adele moaned as her massive Master gathered her up again in his arms, sat on the bed and transferred her to the center of the towel with her head on the pillow he had placed at its top towards the ungodly costly burlwood headboard. She responded: “My Master is always so considerate of me...in every way...I’m a lucky little slave to have such a careful Master looking out for my best interests...” This was spoken with just the tiniest iota of irony. The proportions between sincerity and sarcasm reflected the sharp divide in her true feelings about what was about to transpire. Most of the starlet was in fact supremely grateful that Ed had at long last succumbed to her charms and taken her under his BDSM wing. The telltale organ between her legs was already in a lather in anticipation of what new bondage and torments and eventual delights were in store for her in phase three of their scene. But her more cynical mind was also aware that her employee was taking extreme pleasure in subjecting her naked body to his particular style of punishment and plundering. She felt his delight in asserting his control over all of her most intimate places and responses. This was exactly what she had signed up for. But ambivalence in the extreme was at the heart of submissive eroticism, as she had read for years and was finally experiencing first-hand. Ed rummaged in his increasingly infamous satchel to draw forth three soft nylon quarter inch ropes. He tied off the ends of two of them to the D rings on her bracelets, bidding her to grasp the dangling end of each cord while explaining: “You are going to be stretched very tautly for this next spanking, little slave, and it will be intense enough that you will be wanting to struggle a great deal against your bonds. If your wrists were left to bear all of the force of your writhing, they might be bruised, and we certainly can’t have that, can we? Plus, if your hands are gripping the rope, that will help you bear the considerable pain I am planning to inflict on places that will not be at all happy about that fact.” The ends of the two ropes were ed around the corresponding upper posts of the four-poster bed and drawn tight such that Adele’s pectoral muscles were pulled taut. This displayed her famous perfectly firm barely C cup breasts to maximum effect. Their once-again-fiercely-erect areoles and nipples were bright pink as they engorged with blood in their owner’s reborn excitement. Ed then

strung the other end of the rope on each side through the D-ring of the anklet on that side of his naked employer. Then he explained: “I’m going to tighten the ropes soon, little slave, one by one, and you will discover the method in my madness in restraining you this way. But first, because I expect you to be thrashing and bucking quite enthusiastically during your punishment, there is one other place that needs to be bound quite securely so that every spank lands exactly where I aim it.” Ed then tied off one end of the third rope around the sideboard of the bed halfway between its head and foot. The other end was ed under Adele’s back and looped around her slender waist. Then it was ed under the sideboard on the opposite side of the bed, and pulled tight to be tied off to itself. This action pinned the increasingly both anxious and aroused naked blonde’s back firmly to the towel. Finally, the rope to each of her ankles was ed around the same upper post that the wrist on that side was secured to. When it was pulled tight, her leg was drawn violently up and out, jackknifing her more severely than she ever had been even in her most demanding yoga class. The rope was tied off through the bracelet on each side, giving her two ropes to squeeze in order to bear her punishment more easily, he explained faux helpfully. The end result of all this was to put Adele into the most exposed position imaginable. Her glistening engorged genitalia were flagrantly presented, her bottom cleavage and labia pulled wide open, her still mostly unmarked inner thighs spread wide, and her world-famous perfect breasts offered up as if on a platter. Ed sat down cross-legged in his own glorious nakedness just beneath the dazzling erotic spectacle of the most desired woman on the planet offered up for his infinite delectation. He grinned up at his willing victim, whose head was ed by the pillow he had placed beneath it. Her enormous emerald eyes were aflame with arousal at the sheer sexiness of the way she had been bound. Of course, the same deep vein of exhibitionism that had driven her entire career was resonating with delight at this unprecedented degree of exposure to the man she most wanted to be looking at her. She gasped as he allowed his hands free reign to wander over her displayed charms. He made her moan even more when he slipped the clever little vibrator that had been so effective during her last spanking back into her cunt. The dom then triggered its remote and sat back, ordering: “Hold my gaze, little slave, while my robotic assistant gets you off. I want you to feel me drinking in your helplessness to respond any other way than that which I decree. I want you

to think about having your breasts, inner thighs, ass, and pussy spanked to orgasm, each in its turn, before I fuck your perfect tight little ass for the very first time! I wonder if you’ll find it as sexy to take my cock there as you have every other challenging thing I’ve done to your bottom?” This cheerfully ventured threat triggered an immediate orgasm in his delightful new slave. Her self-control held this time as well as she held his gaze through the last frisson of her ecstatic release. Ed was treated to another glimpse inside her unguarded soul while Adele accessed the deep reaches of vulnerability that only erotic pain or its prospect seemed to enable her to access. She writhed so prettily yet futilely in her extreme bondage. The implacable ropes and metallic jewelry prevented her from moving any of her limbs more than a few centimeters in her throes of ionate release. His hands focused on her breasts during this climax, sending the signal that their turn for punitive attention had arrived.

Chapter Seven

Ed reached into his satchel and rummaged around until he found the specific implement he had in mind for the next stage in Adele’s indoctrination to her new life as his sex slave. He drew forth a paddle that consisted of a foot-long metal rod at whose head was epoxied a circular patch of two ply leather a bit more than an inch in diameter. A silver dollar was sewn between the two plies of the business end of this paddle, giving it a certain weight that its victims were sure to when it was swung briskly by a strong wrist. He resumed his seat on the bed a few inches below her flagrantly splayed rear end and explained, “My very naughty young slave is about to discover that spankings can be delivered to much more exotic locations on her lovely body than just her adorable bottom cheeks. Her first dose will be to her world-famous breasts, which she has enjoyed flaunting in order to seduce me by her own ission. Their punishment for this sin will be in two parts. The first will be to introduce all of their surfaces save their nipples and areoles to the special paddle I prefer for such precision work. Once she has come to end that dose, then the second helping will be dished out solely to those most sensitive central parts.” Adele had of course read about women getting punished on their breasts and pussies, always with fearful fascination and not a little curiosity. She particularly ed O’s daily routine at the chateau of being made to hold her breasts flagrantly up to receive a morning flogging with a thin leather riding crop. But as the prospect of satisfying that wondering loomed immediately, the fear far outweighed the intrigue. As her massive Captain grasped the head of the silver dollar paddle with his left hand and loaded his muscular right wrist, she watched warily. Then the paddle was released and sprang forward to spank the upper inner quadrant of her left boob. The pain shocked her, as did the vivid circular mark left on her alabaster mound as her body convulsed within its tight restraints. This was going to be a long ordeal, she thought somewhat frantically, but it wasn’t as though she hadn’t asked for it. Ed was highly methodical in his punishments, consistent with his nature. He enjoyed precision, and took great pains, so to say, to deliver Adele’s first breast spanking in a precise manner. The position in which his gorgeous subject was

bound not only gave him unimpeded access to every nerve ending of her erogenous zones. It also allowed them to watch each other’s faces as her welldeserved chastisement proceeded. They seemed to share a deep, dark secret about their intertwined natures as they tracked each other’s micro- and macroexpressions each time the little weighted paddle made its shockingly painful with her vulnerable breasts. How fitting, they both thought, that this part of her that had been the object of so much male lust and longing should finally face its consequences for inspiring those feelings. The dom felt a certain satisfaction as he watched his beloved employer crumble and come apart in the face of this new assault. Her buttocks had not evoked the same reaction in either of them, perhaps because that part of her had become so used to such attentions in her years with Mean Mommy. Adele wept almost frantically as she received her first breast spanking. And those tears seemed to unlock a new level of sexual vulnerability in the famous actress. Soon, perhaps no more than fifty spanks into the meticulous reddening of the world-renowned alabaster curves of her décolletage, she was coming even harder than before. Her tightly bound body convulsed fruitlessly and the guttural sounds emitting unbidden from her iconic rosebud lips drowned out the steady smack of hard leather against delicate flesh until it was done. Ed gently stroked his adoring victim’s tear-streaked face, stopping to taste the salty fluid of her anguish and release, savoring it greatly. He rumbled, “There’s a whole lot more, naughty one…we’ve barely scratched the surface of how much you can suffer and how hard you must come the end each dose. And now it’s those nipples that millions of horny males have imagined suckling that shall take their turn. I promise you will scream and buck much harder before I am finished with them…lucky girl…” And indeed, his soothsaying proved uncannily accurate. Though the greatly increased pain of each alternating spank delivered to each side sent such a fierce lightning bolt of erotic anguish straight to Adele’s erotic core. That place was being industriously stimulated by the inner and outer arms of the WeVibe. Less than half the prescribed blows fell before our heroine was screaming her pleasure in a primitive animal voice neither of them recognized for well over a minute. These subsided as Ed spanked away in time to the orgasmic spasms convulsing her entire body.

She slumped at last in her bonds, her famous body glistening with the sweat of extreme sensation and exertion. Her erstwhile tormentor leaned forward and used his tongue to lave that which he had just chastised so mercilessly, making her groan with relief and babble her gratitude for the respite. After he had moistened all of the outer curves his mouth gently drew in her swollen and fiercely erect nipples, making her moan some more. His head bobbed lazily back and forth between the two sides, a hand gently massaging the nipple he was not mouthing for several minutes. And there she was, coming again, this time more gently but ever so sweetly and for ever so long until she quieted again. In the post-orgasmic stillness they both marveled to themselves at how easy it was for the dom to take her between such shocking extremes of erotic experience… Several minutes ed with Ed gently suckling her nipples before he sat up with a sigh and declared, “Time for our naughty girl to pay the ultimate price for having volunteered her body for the titillation of millions of wankers round the world. The part of her they most coveted looking at and most wished they could touch must pay for its sins just as her breasts just did…” The dom eased his hips back a foot to give a proper amount of room for the weighted paddle to be properly swung towards its ultimately tender target. Then he reached forward and gently parted Adele’s labia to lay out her genital anatomy so he could properly punish each part of her swollen and glistening vulva. Her vast green eyes looked pleadingly at him as he did this, though they both knew this was just a part of their intricate minuet. For she would not have wanted him to hold back a single stroke of what she had coming to her. But it was important to give expression to the minority opinion of the part of her that desperately wanted to avoid what they both knew she must endure. Ed began Adele’s pussy spanking with a single stinging blow to her perineal body, the little knot of connective tissue midway between her introitus and her anus. The next two spanks fell on the two sides of the delicately parted fruit, so reminiscent of a halved ripe fig, the dom thought. The bound blonde was shocked, in a certain cool clinical way, at how different the pain was on the two sides compared to the first blow where they ed at the bottom of her slit. Then the fourth spank fell directly on the outer arm of the vibrator covering her clit, driving it into the tender tissues beneath with a blunt rather than stinging impact that was more arousing than punitive.

The pattern was repeated every four applications of the weighted paddle to Adele’s hopelessly splayed pussy. She shouted and writhed, but in truth this new spanking was different from any she had yet received but less terrifying than the breast punishment she’d just undergone. And the fourth blow of each round was almost purely arousing, though Adele had no idea that a blunt percussive stimulus would be so welcome to her clitoris. No more than a dozen rounds had been delivered when her fainter cries of pain morphed seamlessly into the coarse grunting noises that embarrassed her so when she came with this overwhelming new Master she had recruited. Though God knew that he had now witnessed every intimate place and response she could even imagine. So why she found her vocalizations of erotic release so shameful was yet another mystery among the many beginning to accumulate regarding her strange new life. Ed was more than a bit aroused by the over-the-top sexy spectacle of his bound and splayed employer and newly recruited love slave taking this latest dose of her well-deserved medicine. Her next punishment was going to be istered by a very different implement, one which was occupying his pants with adamantine insistence on its need to do some serious fucking. He reached into the black satchel to remove an old-fashioned jar of Vaseline, unscrewed its cap, and announced, “Time for very naughty girls to discover that the outer halves of her adorable bottom are far from the only place it can be chastised. If I were feeling cruel or she had been less than cooperative, I might introduce her bottom crack to the joys of being switched, to properly tenderize the site of her next punishment. I suspect my cock is more than avid for the task of introducing her back age to my preferred compensation for properly spanking an adorably naughty bottom, which is to fuck it!” Of course, the dom was far too skilled to subject his sub to anything that might cause her harm. He suspected she had never been sodomized with anything more than half the size of his own phallus. So great care needed to be taken to properly dilate her sphincter before her formal deflowering, a procedure he intended to enjoy greatly. He wanted to train her to associate all of his favorite means of violating the naked female form with ultimate sexual pleasure, and her anus was high on his list to receive such behavioral conditioning. So as her famous emerald eyes watched with no small amount of trepidation, Ed loaded up his index finger with a dollop of Vaseline from his satchel.

Soon Adele was moaning as he massaged her anal ring with the lube, gradually working his way into her heretofore inviolate back age. She found the sensation of being finger fucked there to be quite titillating, making her feel quite dirty in a highly arousing fashion. After a minute or two of this most intimate of massages, the bound blonde moaned even louder as his middle finger ed its neighbor inside her nether orifice. This challenged her tight muscular ring considerably more, both frightening and further arousing our heroine. Her distress increased further when a third finger ed the other two, though the additional alarming dilation had an unexpected side effect. Almost without warning, the added stretch to her anal ring triggered a different sort of orgasm. Adele’s cries of sexual culmination from the combination of sodomization with the WeVibe still surrounding her sexual core were far more guttural, almost primitive, than her usual midrange grunts of erotic release. As well, they lasted far longer, well over a minute before she calmed. Ed rumbled, “I think our naughty little slave rather fancies having her dirty asshole played with…let’s try replacing my fingers with something a good deal wider and longer, shall we? I can’t wait to see her famous face as my cock has its way with her deliciously tight back age!” Adele moaned as Ed coated his rampant erection with lube, transforming it into a glistening veiny monolith of male virility. Her moans turned to groans as he seated its massive prepuce against its tender target, which seemed impossibly small to accommodate such a large object. And as he watched her face with his usual fierce intensity her groans turned to gasping shouts as he very slowly but inexorably forced it inside her trembling anus. She began, for the first time in her sexual life, actually pleading with her partner, “OH, GOD, MASTER, PLEASE, IT’S GOING TO TEAR ME UP!” Ed laughed rather cruelly while not relenting one millimeter as he retorted, “There, there, little naughty one, I’m your protector and pledged to see that no harm comes to you. Of course the distinction between discomfort and harm can feel rather…hazy, especially on the receiving end, so to say! But I’ve taken the anal virginity of dozens of women over the years, and none ended up regretting the scene, let alone requiring medical attention… So I guess you’ll have to just take what’s coming to you and trust me as you always have to see you safely through to the other side!”

This rather blasé little speech, especially when accompanied by not forcing his cock any further inside her and giving Adele’s poor challenged anal ring a chance to adjust to its current emergency, calmed the bound beauty. She fell into gasping breaths instinctively akin to the Lamaze breathing pregnant women use to get through an even more extreme stretching of their adjacent orifice, which seemed to help as well. Once his lovely subject calmed, her ever-patient tormentor continued his microscopic advance into her distressed nether orifice. This second push still caused her to writhe powerfully within her tight restraints and to shock herself by the coarseness of her shouts of distress, but no longer to beg for respite. And within a few very challenging minutes, Ed’s prepuce popped inside her back age as she cried out in blessed relief at the sudden easing of its severe stretch. The dom paused to savor the moment. This was a favorite stage of his taking of a woman in her ass for the first time. In his long experience, even partners who were well familiar with being sodomized had quite a challenge in accommodating their narrow age to a cock as large as his. As a result, when his prepuce finally popped past the narrows of her muscular ring, that poor challenged structure responded with a period of repetitive spasms that delivered the most delicious massage imaginable to the most sensitive part of his penis. He loved to savor that unique sensation for the several minutes it took to diminish, also giving his usually rather flustered subject some recovery time of her own. He often regaled them with an of his experience: “My God, naughty girl, you have no idea how hot and tight your ass is, and how good it feels for it to be convulsing around my cock now that I’m finally inside!” As for our heroine, she was still rather shaken by how hard it had been to endure her first anal penetration by her massive Captain of the Guard. Nothing had ever challenged her that much before in her lifetime, and if she had not been tightly restrained there was no way she wouldn’t have tried to stop her violation. But now that the hard part was over and her panic was subsiding, she felt a rising tidal wave of a different kind of arousal than she had ever known. It was raw and primitive and as guttural as her cries of distress had been during the ten endless minutes of her dilation. Ed waited, patient, sensing what was going on with her as he stared intently into her fevered eyes. And in less than a minute Adele was coming again, harder than ever before in her life, a deep, dark, primordial celebration of her opening. Her pelvic floor responded to its unprecedented stretch by rewarding his cock with the inimitable spasms of orgasm, making him groan with pleasure.

Once her first anal climax had subsided, her implacable dom proceeded to penetrate her lower furrow to the full extent of his eight inches. She cried out once again at the strangeness of having her lower bowel filled so deeply with his adamantine cock, not exactly painful, but certainly far from comfortable. Adele also ed the coolness of his thighs against the inflamed warmth of her well-toasted buns, She somehow liked it that he had intentionally produced their state and even made her enjoy it against her will, demanding that she come in order to end each of her spankings. Even this thought triggered her into yet another earth-shattering orgasm as he held still while completely impaling her. And then he fucked her chastised rear end, steadily and mercilessly, watching her famous visage with his usual carefulness as he pistoned in and out of her ass. Ed shifted his weight slightly so he could himself with his back muscles, freeing his hands so they could ravage her freshly spanked breasts. He was very rough with them, making her feel how tender they were from his fierce paddling of them with the small silver dollar device. Her nipples particularly came under merciless assault, making her cry out in pleasure/pain as he mashed them between thumbs and forefingers. Again she came, even harder if that were possible, the jolts of erotic lightning flashing between her mammaries and her clit (which was still vibrating under the yeomanlike attentions of the WeVibe). This latest of what she came to term ‘rolling thunder’ anal orgasms finally took her adored Captain over his own threshold. She loved feeling his spend coursing through his cock with her newly awakened anus as he filled her bowels while roaring his delight.

Chapter Eight

Ed and Adele lay in their post-coital state of total contentment. She was mildly crushed by his body weight atop her tightly jackknifed and splayed form, but not uncomfortably so. Their bodies slightly stuck together from the sweat of his exertions and of her endurance of many minutes of highly painful fiercely erotic stimuli punctuated by the best orgasms of her life. She felt frankly triumphant, that she had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams in seducing the object of a three-year crush to become the best lover she had ever known by orders of magnitude. Her bottom and breasts were faintly throbbing with the inflammation of their travails, and her anus ed the shrinkage of its massive intruder as Ed’s cock detumesced following its challenging invasion. She loved the clean wholesome smell of their exertions, and her brain was particularly abuzz with the potent neurochemicals of the extremes of pain and pleasure he had gifted upon her. At last she spoke sincerely and haltingly, “I really have fallen for you, you know, Ed…harder than I ever imagined was possible… And I really meant it when I said I wanted to be…your…naughty slave…who needs lots of spankings every day…to help her…not to be such a very bad girl…. I feel that way even more than when I said it the first time tonight…so everything you have done to me…has only made me more certain…” As confident as Ed felt in his skills as a dom, this scene seemed qualitatively different from anything he’d ever done. All of his other toppings had been women he knew through the Scene and with whom he had carefully negotiated the parameters of their play. And he had never done anything with a woman he was in love with, though many of his grateful subjects at least fancied themselves falling for him. This time, it seemed like everything was on the line including his professional reputation. The last thing a dom wants to manifest is any chink in his confidence at negotiating the infinitely delicate balance between not enough and too much as he is taking vulnerable subs to the limits they are so addicted to inhabiting. So Adele’s blanket endorsement of their first scene was music to her Captain’s ears. He slipped from inside her ass and undid her bondage after a final kissing and stroking of every area he had so thoroughly punished. Then she felt totally loved as he gathered her up in his arms and gently

carried her to her bathroom where a bath was drawn and she was lovingly washed clean of the sweat of their coupling. They dozed off in her vast California King bed in each other’s arms, both sleeping better than they had in living memory. The next day the couple began to work out a new routine for a life that was going to need to balance Adele’s busy acting schedule, the intensive fitness and beauty regimens necessary to maintain her body fit for the cameras that were so hungry for its perfection, and her newest role as a lifestyle submissive. Ed was comfortably deferential to the career of his new protégé, and cheerfully chatted with Adele to agree on the blocs of time in which she would abandon her professional identity to relax into being his sex slave. She found that term fascinating, taking a certain perverse delight in reminding them both of her subjugation by calling him ‘Master’. After her usual carefully measured healthy breakfast the following morning, they reckoned she had a couple of hours before her trainer would arrive for their usual workout in her home gym. Ed decreed, “Let’s head into your bathroom and see to getting your bottom ready to be used in any manner that pleases me, shall we, naughty girl?” Soon he was filling the enema bag he had brought in his toy satchel with hot soapy water as his employer turned sex slave looked on with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Once it was filled and hung on the towel rack above her commode, the naked blonde beauty was eased over his lap as he sat on the commode lid. The spreader bar he had used so effectively to hold her open the previous evening was telescoped out to its full four-foot length to offer her naked bottom for his delectation. A snick of a carabiner linked her wrist jewelry behind her back, and our heroine was restrained helplessly over her massive Captain of the guard’s lap for whatever purposes he had in mind for her. He slipped the WeVibe inside her (freshly recharged after its yeomanlike performance of the previous evening) and triggered it while announcing, “So, naughty little slave, this is how it will go for you every morning. I will be cleansing your back age to render it pleasing for all of the uses I might have for it for the rest of your day. That will involve fucking it with a clever little spherical enema nozzle until you come, after which your enema will be instilled while I stroke your buttocks to prepare them for their warm welcome to their day. Then I will spank them with your hairbrush until you come again, in the service of properly agitating the fluids inside you to ensure your bowels will be squeaky clean. Then you will be released so you can evacuate the pent-up

liquids, after which we will shower together and I will soap up my cock to give your bottom hole a final cleansing. This will be our routine every morning that you don’t have an early shoot. The idea being for you to spend the entirety of every day acutely aware of your ass and my total ownership of it. Think of it as emblematic of your submission to me, and learn to savor its discomfort as the steady evidence of my ownership of your body in every way.” The dom proceeded to make good on these promises, to Adele’s immediate discomfort but eventual powerful ecstasy. This seemed to be the pattern her was quite intentionally building with her: unimaginably challenging things being done to her most vulnerable erogenous zones always leading to the reward of the best orgasms she could ever even imagine. She suspected, in the moments of respite between these two polar opposites she occupied several times each day, that it was his intention to addict her to him and the things he enjoyed doing to her. She was absolutely right. And after her two orgasms over Ed’s lap, the petite blonde reveled in showering with her massive dom. First they had playfully soaped each other’s entire bodies with particular focus on the naughty bits. And then he had made her grasp the sturdy bar designed to prevent injurious falls and bend over at the waist. His soapy cock made its way much more readily inside her sudsed anus, still making her scream but no longer beg. Once the dom was fully inside he leaned over Adele’s soapy back and took her breasts into his massive hands as he pistoned away inside her. He deeply mauled her tender soapy mammaries as he voraciously sodomized his famous employer/sex slave, making her come powerfully several times before she felt his cock throbbing with his spend deep into receptive back age. Over the next few weeks the couple found their rhythm with each other, learning to accommodate the intricacies of their shared life. The contrast between her intense professional life, so centered around appearance and status, and their private erotic world, could not have been more stark. Her hours between shoots and workouts, previously rather isolated and, frankly, boring, were transformed into fierce gems of pleasure/pain. Ed’s inventiveness seemed to be endless as he guided Adele through a surprising array of variations on how a very naughty girl could be shown the error of her ways. And then there came a day when they had settled into enough of a blissful routine that Adele ventured haltingly, “Dear Master, your naughty little slave adores everything you do for her, and

doesn’t want you to get any impression that she is anything but fulfilled with our sex life… But she has found her mind drifting to a fantasy that got its start in a dream she had a week ago… And she wonders if you would be interested to hear it?” Ed’s ears perked up at this unexpected sally from his ever-increasingly beloved new submissive. Their daily forays into more and more complex combinations of the extremes of erotic pain and pleasure had pleased him no end, and seemed to steadily deepen their ionate bond. But this was the first time she had broken her submissive trance to venture any of her own initiative, which seemed very important to him. He replied, “I could not imagine anything of more interest to me than any fantasy you have, dear little slave! Please enlighten me.” She thought awhile, her own natural ivity combining with the training of several months of lifestyle submission having deposited substantial rust on her mechanisms for expressing any wishes for herself. At last she overcame these barriers enough to haltingly venture, “Well…I have been imagining myself in a role…A role kinda like many of the ones I played in all those slasher films when I was a teenager…I would be an 18 year old schoolgirl…One who has a very strict stepfather…Who believes that corporal punishment is the best way to manage teenage impulsiveness…And maybe I would have done something really naughty that convinces him that just spanking my bottom again isn’t enough to mend my ways…So in his exasperation he recruits a friend from the local BDSM scene, somebody who is kind of an expert, and maybe who even has a wife who is both his sub and can also switch to being dominant…And maybe who likes girls as much as boys… And they would be invited to dinner without me knowing that I am going to be an extra dessert…And I would kinda resist being punished In front of them, let alone by them…leading to lots of sex as well as spankings…” Ed found this fantasy very compelling and immediately came up with a couple from his connections in the scene that would be perfect for realizing this scenario. He gave Adele a big hug to reward her for her courage in venturing this wish, and promised to set it up as soon as possible.

Chapter Nine

A couple of weeks later he gave Adele an extra thorough enema while going very lightly on her usual daily spankings after informing her that tonight was the night. She was thrilled all afternoon, thinking her way carefully through how she would dress and behave. The right outfit, she thought was one from one of her first roles: a private school girl’s uniform with a white cotton blouse, a demure pleated plaid skirt, knee socks and penny loafers, and simple white cotton brassiere and bikini panties. She would be very shy and reserved, with an underlying rebelliousness that could reasonably for her handsome stepfather’s frustration. All this was of course shared with Ed, who promised to arrange everything to enhance her fantasy. So it was that at six o’clock sharp that evening their doorbell rang and Ed itted their guests, James and Ysabel. They were a fit and trim couple in their early forties he had socialized and played with at a club for many years, and whom he both liked and deeply trusted to the spirit of their evening. James was a pure dom, tall and lean and with a cock even larger than Ed’s and a clean shaven head from his years in the special forces. His wife and partner in several BDSM clubs they owned and ran together was a statuesque Latina with long ebony hair, huge deep brown eyes, and ample curves set off by a trim waist. She was indeed both bisexual and a true switch, and ed her husband in being quite excited to dominate such a famous Hollywood beauty as our heroine. Adele was immediately thrilled by Ed’s choice for realizing her fantasy. She put on her best sullen teenager persona, one cultivated through at least a dozen roles so that the audiences could regard her as deserving her horrible fate by virtue of her bitchiness. The three ‘adults’ behaved much as a real couple and stepfather might have done over the spare but delicious dinner Adele’s chef served them. They chatted pleasantly and making joking references to their snotty blonde companion’s foul mood. And once the chef cleared their dessert and bid them goodnight before leaving, the Captain of the Guards spoke to his guests, “So James and Ysabel, part of why I invited you tonight is to get your advice on some issues that have come up between me and my stepdaughter Adele. I know both of you have considerable experience in managing difficult teens, and as you

can see, I have one of those on my hands…” The petite blonde, whose makeup and acting skills made her a totally believable 18-year old, rolled her eyes dramatically and gave an exasperated, “Daddy! These old strangers shouldn’t be involved in our private business! I don’t want to talk about this with them or anyone!” The dom smiled ruefully and shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands in a gesture frustrated parents the world over know all too well, retorting, “See what I mean?” James spoke up in his calm baritone voice, “How do you currently discipline her when she misbehaves?” Ed sighed and answered, “Well, I tried taking away privileges but she just sneaks out and does what she wants. Finally I resorted to spanking her, but she just calls me a pervert and goes on doing what she wants no matter how much I redden her buttocks. To tell the truth, I’m at wit’s end since she goes off to college soon and she’s totally out of control!” The older man nodded sternly and went on, “Well, Ed, I certainly agree that spanking is a hole card that we often must play when teenage girls are unmanageable by any other means. In fact, I find it still to be irreplaceable for dealing with bad behavior of naughty girls of all ages, don’t you agree, Ysabel?” The statuesque Latina beauty colored adorably as she replied, “Yes, dear, I’m afraid that seems to be true…” Her husband warmed to the topic and went on, “Why just this afternoon my wayward wife managed to get herself a speeding ticket from rushing to be home after a tryst with the female lover we had agreed

she was not to see any longer…” Ysabel interrupted with a mortified gasp and blurted, “James, please, that’s way too personal to reveal in front of a young girl!” Her domineering husband snapped back, “I’ll be the judge of that, young lady! And in fact, as a consequence of speaking back to me in public you may stand and remove your clothing! Let’s see how much more you have to reveal, since you are objecting so strongly to my judgment about what is best!” The older woman flushed even more deeply and sighed as she stood up from the gorgeous burlwood mahogany table and pushed her chair back with evident reluctance, though no longer verbally questioning her fate. She was wearing a light summer frock that left her arms bare and sighed as she pulled it over her head to drape it on the back of her chair. The body she revealed was as perfect for a mature woman as Adele’s was for a teenager. Ysabel had long slender legs blossoming out into generous firm thighs and hips cultivated by a lifetime love of horseback riding. Her belly was flat and toned, and her breasts were large and firm, barely held in by a black silk brassiere that matched her thong. She looked beseechingly at her stern husband who simply raised an eyebrow. Before she sighed and shed her underwear and kicked out of her sandals to stand totally nude before a bemused Ed (who had never seen her naked before) and an apparently mortified Adele. Her breasts were half again as large as those of her hostess, but still remarkably firm and capped with large dark areoles and fiercely erect nipples the size and firmness of fingertips. Notably, they were quite reddened, considerably darker than the ivory tone of her sculpted abdomen. Adele could not help but look at the carefully depilated vulva whose engorged dark red glistened slightly with incontrovertible evidence. In spite (or perhaps because…) of the lanky Latina’s protests of mortification at being ordered to strip, she was palpably aroused. And that situation became more pronounced as her imperious husband ordered her, “Now turn around and show our hosts your lovely backside, dear naughty wife!”

After another theatrical sigh, Ysabel complied to reveal as lovely a pair of mature female buttocks as one could ever imagine. They flared out from her narrow waist into two round firm globes that glowed as redly as her breasts had. The blonde young woman also noted that the inflamed flesh extended well down the Latina’s muscular thighs. James noticed her gaze and inquired archly, “So, naughty Adele, what do you notice about my lovely disobedient wife’s breast and bottom and thighs?” The flushed actress/cum/teenager stammered out her reluctant reply, “It looks like those places have been spanked…hard…” James went on didactically, aiming to maximize the discomfort of the two subs, “So, naughty Ysabel, unless you are in the mood for a second dose of the punishments that caused your breasts and bottom to be so warm and toasty, I suggest you explain to Ed’s surly teenager why you were chastised in that way.” The older woman moaned a bit in honor of how mortifying (as well as sizzling hot) this was for her, then sighed and went on, “My husband believes that punishments should fit crimes. And since I chose to have sex with a girlfriend in defiance of his wishes and then compounded my sin against his authority by being late to make his dinner and getting a speeding ticket to boot, my ass received triple spankings. And then my breasts, thighs, and pussy were spanked as well since those were the places that enjoyed illicit pleasure.” Adele was fully into her role, an ability that set her apart from most actresses of her generation and genre. So it was as natural as breathing that she manifested her disgust and horror at the thought of spankings beyond the customary site of one’s buttocks. She stammered, “Well this is totally gross, and I don’t see why I have to have this information in my brain. Daddy, I want to leave the table and go to my room right now!” Ed looked calmly and sternly at his rebellious ward and declared, “You are indeed going to leave the table now, young lady, but it will be to fetch

the satchel from my bedroom closet and bring it back here. Or else, you could choose to pack your things and find another place to live!” Adele burst into tears as the reality of her predicament sunk in. Even though she was technically an adult, she didn’t harbor any illusions as to her ability to fend for herself since she grasped at least dimly how immature she was. So she sighed and trudged off to retrieve the infamous satchel, from which various implements for producing rear end pain had been drawn and utilized. She was going to be spanked in front of these guests, and there was nothing she could do about it but take her medicine with as much grace as she could summon. Of course, the reality was that she was totally turned on at the prospect of her impending adventures with this highly attractive new couple. This was an inner dichotomy that our heroine was very used to maintaining (and even cultivating) in her film career. She embraced her exhibitionistic side, reveling in the thought that millions of horny guys of all ages lusted after her body as it was revealed either by her ‘innocent’ stripping to bathe or skinny dip, or by some monster’s Fay Wray-like denuding of her. This enjoyment could exist invisibly beneath her character’s genuine horror at the violation of her most intimate spaces that her roles almost inevitably seemed to require. So as she reed their guests Adele worked hard to suppress her excitement and fully embody a reluctant teenager glumly reporting for a horribly embarrassing spanking while being forced to bear the implements of her impending doom. Once she had returned, Ed announced, “Naughty girl, our guests have generously offered to give me a demonstration of their well-proven disciplinary techniques while I observe. You are to bend over the center of the table and grasp the outside edges of the chair across from you while I secure your wrists so you won’t have to resist the temptation to interfere with your spankings.” Adele pleaded, “Daddy, don’t make me be tied down! I promise to cooperate! You know how much I hate being tied down for my spankings! It feels so helpless!” But the dom was implacable, and soon soft ropes secured the faux-teenager’s slender wrists to the top edges of the chair opposite where she was bent over the beautiful hardwood. Then Ed seated himself in a chair that had been pulled away

from the table and offered the satchel to James and his still naked wife, encouraging them help themselves to its contents. Adele craned her neck to try to watch as they removed a variety of paddles, a short strap, more ropes, and a three-foot dyed green bamboo switch purloined from the gardening shed for a far more glamorous role than its previous life staking up plantings. James came to stand to the right of her proffered bottom, as Ysabel stood to its left, and he spoke, “My lovely wife and I are going to spank you together, naughty girl. Each dose of painful medicine you will receive will consist of a hundred blows to each buttock. We expect you to cry out, but if you curse or beg your dosages will be increased. Ysabel, please raise her skirt so we can get a look at what we have to work with here!” Adele whined, “Please, Daddy, just let them spank me through my skirt! Don’t let them lift it up? It’s so embarrassing!” The naked Latina laughed a bit cruelly as she complied with her husband’s request tantalizingly slowly, taking her time to reveal the most famous ass in the world. And when the skirt was completely tucked away, they could all see at least part of the reason the girl had been so agitated not to have it raised. For the perfect buttocks unveiled were covered in demure white cotton bikini panties, but their crotch revealed a dirty secret: it was quite moist with the incontrovertible evidence that our heroine was quite aroused. Ysabel pounced on this, declaring archly, “Look, dear, our naughty girl has an even naughtier secret! Her little pussy has gotten all hot and bothered! I wonder if it’s from watching me strip or perhaps because she is looking forward to taking her medicine a lot more than she was letting on!” Adele practically howled, “No, it’s not true! I must have just sweated a bit from being nervous!” The naked Latina beauty laughed and retorted,

“Silly girl, a simple experiment will rapidly tell us the truth of this situation. Husband, do I have your permission to investigate the state of her naughty little cunt?” James nodded, and his wife went on, “I’ll just use my index finger here to stroke her adorable little clitty, which seems to be quite erect, and which is so clearly visible through the damp cotton…if she’s turned on, she should come for us in less than a minute. If it takes longer, we won’t spank her extra for lying…Oh, look, she’s coming like a little demon after only 20 seconds of having it rubbed! Such an adorably responsive little liar she is, but now I think each dose has to be a hundred and fifty, don’t you agree?” He certainly did as Adele wailed her objections to deaf ears. The dom declared, “We’ll give her her first dose over those panties, just to warm her up a bit since her gorgeous buttocks are in for a very long evening. I’ll follow your lead in raising a nice flush before we get down to serious punishment.” The couple proceeded to give Adele a rousing spanking over her panties, making her nether moons dance quite charmingly as she cried out with each solid smack. Even though James was far stronger than Ysabel, her swats carried just as much sting since she was swinging her dominant hand while he used his off hand. They delivered a spank every three seconds so it took a full ten lively minutes to finish their subject’s first dose, by which time she was crying freely. Then Ysabel noticed, “My God, James, I think we’ve come across a natural submissive here! Her crotch got far wetter than it was when she failed her orgasm test! Let’s pull them down now and see if her adorable little cunt is even more hot and bothered than it was when I diddled her off!” Adele once again howled her objection, “Daddy, please! Please don’t let them spank me on the bare! Through my panties is bad enough!” But not an ounce of succor was forthcoming from her massive dom, who was enjoying the proceedings immensely from his ideal seat a few feet from her bottom. Ed was frankly surprised at how gratifying, in a quite different way, it

was to be a pure observer rather than of Adele’s punishment. He had been as hard as a brick since her skirt was raised, and was quite enjoying that state without any urgency to get himself off. Knowing James and Ysabel, he was quite confident that something inventive in that regard was on the way, if nothing else as a thank you for giving them this unique opportunity to top the most famous bottom on the planet. Once again the lanky Latina was given the honors of baring Adele’s buttocks, and she did so with careful elan, her subject protesting futilely every second. The blonde’s nether moons were a pleasant medium pink from their warmup, without any signs of bruising yet. Of course, by this point in her servitude they were extremely accustomed to being spanked several times each day. The white band of her bunched panties settled seductively into the hollows behind the naughty girl’s knees. Her scant blonde bush totally failed to conceal the fiercely aroused state of her pussy, and the bisexual Latina couldn’t resist, “Dear husband, could I be rewarded with a nice snack for all my hard work spanking our naughty girl? I know it means I will be punished, but she’s just so gorgeous and I’m sure her cunt is totally delicious…” Her ruefully grinning husband replied, “It will probably do our naughty girl some good to see an older woman taking the very same medicine after we’re done with her, so be my guest, naughty wife!” Ysabel gracefully knelt just behind Adele’s freshly spanked bottom and leaned in to engulf the younger woman’s engorged vulva in her generous mouth. The bound blonde struggled to stay in character in face of the deliciousness of the skilled cunnilingus she was receiving, but still managed a weak protest, “Daddy, this isn’t right for her to be doing that to me…Oh, God, OH MY GOD!” This second orgasm of the evening was far more powerful and longer than the one the domme had visited on Adele before her spanking. This was in keeping with the growing annealing of backside pain with sexual pleasure that had been Ed’s secret project in training his gorgeous new sex slave. His private hope was that when their trial year was up, the blonde goddess would be so addicted to their painful pleasures that she would gladly make their arrangement permanent. In point of fact, the experience so far that evening had been over-the-top sexy for

the faux teenager. She found both of their guests to be extremely attractive, and had practically swooned from Ysabel’s manual and oral attentions to her pussy. Adele also loved the role she had adopted, reveling in her eye-rolling and whining and futile pleadings just as she did in her career. Once their victim had calmed, the couple took up two identical short leather paddles and set about delivering Adele’s second dose of double spanking. Ysabel announced, “Time to stop punishing our naughty girl’s underwear and get on with chastising her actual self, don’t you agree, James. I so prefer delivering well-deserved consequences to naked buttocks! Baring them enables direct observation of the effects of each blow to most effectively guide the optimum delivery of each spank.” The couple proceeded to deliver a very crisp double spanking to Adele’s quivering nether moons with the leather paddles. They each worked their way around the famous buttocks very carefully, spreading the pain and inflammation judiciously as their subject wailed and wept, constantly begging her ‘Daddy’ to intervene. Of course the reality of the young blonde’s experience was far more accurately reflected in the increasingly engorged and lubricated state of her pussy as her ordeal progressed. As the final spanks were delivered, the loquacious Ysabel remarked, “My God, James, she is such a little pain slut that I’m not convinced this is really punishment! I think she’s on the edge of coming from just having her naughty little bottom paddled…why don’t you give her clit a lick and see if I’m right?” The bald dom happily obliged, kneeling where his naked wife had ten minutes earlier and laving Adele’s swollen clitoris with his broadened tongue. And indeed, it only took one lick for our heroine to burst into her strongest orgasm of the evening yet. Her perfect body convulsed as her throaty alto cries of erotic release echoed in the otherwise silent dining room for nearly a minute. After she finished, he stood up and declared, “We’re going to need to get a good deal more serious if we are to make any kind of an impression on such a naughty girl…Ed, I can see why you’re at your wit’s end! Sometimes total nudity is mortifying enough to teens that it gets through to them. Let’s get this skirt and the shoes and socks off of her as well as her panties

and see to tying her ankles, and then we’ll see about the rest of her clothes before she receives her next dose.” Adele strongly rebelled against this prospect, totally in character as an outraged teenager violently rejecting such horrifying intrusion on her privacy, “Daddy, NO, you can’t let them strip me naked and especially not tying my legs apart! They’re going to be able to see EVERYTHING, and I hate that! They can spank me all they want, but PLEASE don’t let them strip me and spread me!” At this point Ed finally replied, “Silly girl, perhaps you should have thought about this sort of consequence before you started smoking dope and cigarettes and showing off your sexual freedom by fucking strangers from clubs. And they’re not just going to see everything, they are going to touch it and spank it if I know James and Ysabel. Of course, it won’t be any worse than she received earlier today, as you have seen, so perhaps you can take some comfort in not being the only naughty girl who gets a well-earned spanking everywhere!” Soon Adele’s skirt and knee socks and shoes ed her underwear on the floor. She resisted heartily throughout this process, and even more so as Ysabel and James each guided one of the struggling blonde’s feet to be held against its corresponding leg of the dining table. Soft ropes from the satchel provided by Ed soon lashed the faux-teen’s legs into a full split, emphatically parting her burning red buttocks to splay open her nether cleavage as well as her engorged and lubricated vulva. Then they moved around to the other side of the table to undo her hands, which they had Ed hold by the wrists as they undid her blouse and brassiere and stripped her completely. Her Captain of the Guards then made her grab the sturdy wooden crossbar of the chandelier suspended from a roof beam on a strong chain four feet above the table. His powerful hands held them in place while their guests tied her wrists to make her bondage complete. The result of all these painstaking maneuvers was that the completely naked Adele was stretched out such that full access was granted to her perfect breasts and crotch and inner thighs. She was flushed and weeping in her frustration at being stripped and spread so shamelessly, a superb acting job given that in fact she found this ‘predicament’ to be totally hot and was sure she could come again in a heartbeat. Her exhibitionistic side absolutely reveled in being stripped for

violation and have her nakedness offered up for hungry eyes, just as she had secretly felt in all of the slasher movies that had been her start in the film industry. James took over now, stepping into his dominant role as if the two lovely women being both totally naked revved him up, which it certainly did. He ordered, “Izzy, you are to prepare our very naughty girl’s breasts for their spanking while I take a strap to her inner thighs and buttocks. I’m going to toss in a new complexity here since I notice that Ed has a WeVibe in his satchel. I suggest that we increase the humiliation of her remaining spankings by forcing her to climax in order to end each of them. Embarrassed teenagers tend to hate that because it exposes even more of their most private responses, so it should increase the effect of her punishments. I’ll just slip the vibrator in and trigger it and you can play with her breasts while I stroke her thighs until she gets off. That way her latency will ensure that I have a nice long time to strap her before her orgasm sets her free!” Adele begged and pleaded as the domme tenderly stroked and massaged her struggling subject’s perfect breasts, which dangled seductively free of her chest wall in her current bondage. Meanwhile James had inserted the WeVibe to surround her sexual core with its two arms, and triggered its remote. He then ran the smooth leather strap over her blatantly splayed thighs as his bisexual wife savored the world’s most famous décolletage with her hands and then lips. The nude Latina’s generous mouth lasciviously suckled the struggling blonde’s nipples while continuing her manual explorations for several minutes until their subject vaulted into another climax. Her naked loveliness convulsed adorably against her restraints as her faux-reluctant cries of erotic release filled the room for nearly a minute before subsiding. Adele loved having Ysabel looking intensely into her eyes while the Latina explored her breasts as James had his way with her splayed bottom. The dark eyed gaze conveyed a hunger and avidity that threatened to drink her soul, and both made the bound blonde want to close her eyes and to force them open even through her climax. Eyes open orgasms were a favorite of Ed, who made no bones about having a similar longing to breach Adele’s defenses especially in that most vulnerable of moments. But she had never done that with a woman before, especially one who had just spanked her so severely as well as fingering or eating her to several killer orgasms. And now she held that complex dark-

eyed gaze as James’ strap began its agonizing exploration of her inner thighs. She slipped back into role as she wailed, “Daddy, don’t let them spank me there! It hurts so bad! Please, just on my bottom where I’m used to it!” Her dom chuckled cruelly as he retorted, “Such a silly naughty girl! Punishments are supposed to hurt, and your embarrassment only augments their effectiveness! Knowing James and Ysabel, they have much more in store for your lovely body, which has to suffer so much for the badness of its owner, and which reacts so charmingly to its necessary torments…” The lanky Latina continued her detailed exploration of Adele’s breasts with her hands while her eyes stayed riveted on their captive’s famous visage. The fauxteen had never had her face observed so carefully while being punished. Nor had her mammaries ever been stimulated and examined so meticulously for such a long time. For a girl with such strong exhibitionist tendencies, the naked older woman’s fascinated attention added substantially to the extreme gratification of being the focus of such a long and detailed scene. And as the wicked strap proceeded to lay down searing inch-wide lines of pain on her splayed inner thighs from the sensitive hollows behind her knees steadily northward towards her buttocks and crotch, Adele’s arousal grew in direct proportion to her anguish. Ysabel tracked this closely, and as her subject became more turned on, the domme’s knowing fingers centered on stimulating the perfect erect nipples and areoles ever more fiercely. By the time the bound girl’s thighs were as inflamed as her buttocks and the strap was being laid on the most sensitive intersection between thigh, buttock, and pussy, fierce pinching of her nipples was sending bolts of erotic lightning directly to the squirming faux-teen’s clitoris. Within a minute she was coming, frantically hard, her taut body plunging within its tight restraints as Ysabel’s hungry dark eyes drank in her helpless subject’s ionate release like a mythical succubus draining the life energy of her victim. Based on the intuitive information she took in by locking gazes with Adele through her strapping and pleasuring, the domme had a hunch that she played: “Dear husband, you have been working so hard to discipline our naughty girl, I think you deserve a substantial reward. I think you should punish the inside of

her saucy little bottom with your wonderful cock that does such a good job challenging that part of me. And I can do my part to enhance your enjoyment of her tight back age by giving her breasts a good spanking while you are inside her. After all, having my own tits punished causes me to contract down there in a way you have described as quite enjoyable! I’d be happy to lubricate your cock and her bottom hole and to guide you inside her, just to make this a communal effort!” Ed and James both approved of this plan, as did Adele in her true self. Of course, in her faux-teen role she had to object vociferously, “Daddy, you CAN’T let them do that to my poor bottom! It already hurts SOOO bad, and you know that’s my most private place! And letting her spank my boobs, it’s just so wrong! Just give me more regular spankings where I’m used to it on my butt if you still think I need more punishment, but PLEASE don’t let them spank my tits and fuck my bottomhole!” Ed came around to stroke his charge’s tear-stained face as he murmured archly, “I know it’s hard for you to take such extreme chastisement, naughty girl…but you have to it my regular spankings on your buttocks haven’t deterred you from smoking cigarettes and marijuana, or from having sex with random guys you meet online, have they? James and Ysabel have much more experience with wayward teens than I do, so I’m going to defer to their wisdom about this…” The avid Latina rummaged in the satchel to produce a large tube of lubricant which she carried around to the side of the table where Adele’s deeply reddened and trembling bottom was splayed. The older woman took a large dollop of lube on her index finger and tauntingly worked it into the bound blonde’s tight little back age. The recipient of these ministrations complained vociferously (though in fact she found her finger fucking to be over the top sexy): “Oh, GOD, Daddy, that feels so weird and makes me feel so vulnerable! PLEASE make her stop and just spank me some more, even my boobs, if only you won’t let them fuck my poor bottom!” These words were rather directly belied as Ysabel used first one and then two lubricated fingers to dilate Adele’s anus with a lascivious finger fucking. For only a minute or two of this invasion had gone on when the WeVibe buzzing away in her vagina and covering her clit combined with the sexiness of her

predicament to jolt her into a rousing orgasm. Ed chuckled as he retorted, “It seems like our very naughty girl’s body is telling us a very different story than her sassy mouth…” The faux-teen could only wail her despair at this incontrovertible truth as Ysabel withdrew her probing fingers to take out her husband’s long slender cock and coat it’s veiny hardness with glistening lube. Their subject continued to whine her objections as his wife guided his prepuce against its tender target and begin pushing it inside. Adele of course fought against her bonds and bucked convulsively while screaming as though she were being skewered with a hot poker, as her role demanded. The truth, however, was diametrically opposite as James cock, while just as long as Ed’s, was considerably less wide. It thus posed no challenge at all to an anal ring that accommodated a much more challenging phallus every single day. But the sexiness for our heroine of this favorite of her fantasies was such that she started to climax ferociously before she was even fully impaled. After Adele’s orgasm gradually wound down Ysabel took an interlude to rummage in Ed’s satchel to come up with the perfect implement to spank the perfect breasts she had been playing with for better than half an hour. It was what its owner termed the ‘Silver Dollar’ paddle, consisting of that very coin sewn between two black leather circles after being welded to a foot-long steel rod with a black leather handle. The coin gave each spank a satisfying weight, and the small size of its business end enabled meticulous accuracy in punishing complex structures such as pussies or nipples. And it was these that the domme targeted after Adele’s first climax while being sodomized as James pistoned his avid cock in and out of the perfect ass he had just so thoroughly chastised. As beautiful as Ysabel was, few women on the planet would have felt equal to the task of being naked alongside the most lusted after movie star in the world. Thus, it was not hard for the Latina to summon some genuine wicked delight in spanking the bound blonde’s iconic breasts. And indeed, the tears that this chastisement of her vulnerably displayed tits had no need to be faked. Lightning bolts of pain coursed through Adele’s convulsing body from her poor spanked nipples directly to her clit as she shrieked wholeheartedly with each weighted blow. Her tormentress taunted the helpless girl by querying her husband, “Tell me, dear Master, how does it feel to be inside our naughty girl’s well-

spanked ass when I swat her nipples? Does she tighten the way I do around your gorgeous monument of a cock?” “Oh, God, yes Yz, her whole pelvic floor just goes into spasm around my dick every time you make her scream! Do it harder!” The flushed domme was more than happy to oblige, and soon their victim tipped over the edge into her most soul-wrenching orgasm yet. And indeed, the inimitable contractions of Adele’s toned core around his invading cock as she came milked a copious spend out of her violator. She could feel his cock spasming inside her anus as their cries of joyful sexual release mixed with the ongoing smacks of hard leather on ultimately vulnerable mammary flesh until they both collapsed in sweaty release. For Adele, this scene had been some sort of culmination of her sexual awakening. That Ed would have recruited two such consummate professionals to realize her fantasy touched her more deeply than she had imagined possible. She had no doubt been put through a more than fair share of erogenous pain. But her pleasure in both the process of enacting her role with the three dominants and the power of her orgasms were all over the top even compared to the places Ed took her every day. She rested in her bonds, James’ cock slowly shrinking inside her ass, filled with gratitude when she had an idea expressed in her best contrite teenage voice: “Daddy, I see now why I deserved such a bad punishment and why you needed help from your friends to get through to me. I want to give something back to you three to reward you for taking such careful pains to discipline me properly. I suspect both Ysabel and I have a pussy spanking coming, but when that is over, I want to please all of you at once with my mouth on her, you in my ass, and Ed in my cunt. Would you let me do that for you all?” The doms were only too happy to oblige. They began with Ysabel taking her silver dollar paddle to sit on the floor behind Adele’s splayed bottom. She proceeded to deliver a very precise spanking of the bound blonde’s rudely parted vulva, making her scream even with the outer arm of the WeVibe protecting her clit from the direct sting of the paddle. Nearly fifty agonizing swats were delivered before their writhing and weeping recipient reached the climax that would end the spanking portion of her ordeal. The irony was far from lost on the lanky Latina that the punishment she was delivering had been promised to her

own crotch as the agreed consequence of her lesbian enjoyment of Adele’s succulent pussy. And as for our heroine, her whole naked body was humming with the complex hormonal soup of the chemical mediators of both pleasure and pain. This was the strongest yet submissive’s high to which she had become so hopelessly addicted over the past months under her Captain’s fiercely loving regime. Ysabel helped to untie the flushed and grateful actress, whom she enveloped in a warm and tender hug while murmuring, “All is forgiven, naughty girl…and now you get to see how a dignified Latina takes her own painful medicine. I will hold my own legs apart without bondage and take what my Master chooses to give me without complaint.” That being said, Ysabel hopped up on the table to sit facing Ed and James before laying back with her bottom at the table’s edge. She then raised both of her legs and took hold of her own ankles before pulling them apart and back until her yoga-trained flexibility enables them to rest comfortably on the polished burlwood surface. This totally exposed her crotch and inner thighs, revealing her own extreme arousal as her dark labia were highlighted by the brilliant red of her engorged introitus and erect clitoris. Ed offered the WeVibe, but the dignified older woman declined it, saying, “You can spank my clit until I come, and I will be the better for it! Even more, spanking my nipples at the same time will make me come a lot harder if that is your pleasure, kind Masters!” Ed found a second silver dollar paddle in the satchel, and the two doms decided to divide and conquer with James taking charge of his partner’s breasts and Ed assuming responsibility for chastising her vulva. Soon she was crying out with a soft, almost cooing ‘Aaah!’ with each wet smack of the small weighted paddle on her splayed labia. Adele, looking on from her post standing a few feet away, felt a strong sisterhood with her erstwhile tormentress as her own pussy underwent exactly this treatment several times a week by her adored Captain of the Guards. The perfectionist in her felt envious of the older woman’s dignity in receiving her spankings unrestrained, though she secretly thought her own body made a more ideal erotic tableaux than that of the older woman. Soon James began delivering alternating spanks to his adored (and adorable) wife’s large dark areoles and swollen nipples. She bucked even more charmingly as these

smacks were added into her ordeal and her lovely strong-featured face showed the crease between her brows deepening to reflect her increased discomfort. Of course, as with Adele the addition of mammary torment served to increase its recipient’s arousal. Only about ten minutes of the triple spanking of Ysabel’s clit and nipples were required before her lanky body thrashed rhythmically on the table top as she shouted out her ecstatic culmination as the two smiling doms drank in her pain and pleasure as only two sophisticated (not to say jaded) consumers of such outré pleasures could. James and Ed helped Ysabel up and all four of them found a nice warm group hug to be just the thing. Then Adele broke free to impishly declare, “So I wanted to reward you all for giving me such a great experience tonight, as well as enacting a fantasy I’ve had for over a decade of being double penetrated while eating out a beautiful woman’s cunt. James, if you would lie on the table with your clothes off I will gladly suck your cock until it is ready, after which I will climb aboard and get it situated in my vagina. Then my dear beloved Master Ed can work his way into my asshole, which has never been fucked with a cock next door. Once they both have their rhythm going Ysabel can get on the table on all fours and back herself into my face until her knees surround James’ head and she can offer her pussy to my mouth for me to repay her kindness to mine in that regard. And how’s that for topping from below?” They all laughed knowingly at Adele’s sense of irony regarding the inevitable ambiguities involved in the deep psychology of BDSM games. But her plan worked perfectly, and soon she was yelling as Ed worked his cock into her anus, its dilation enhanced by James’ resurgent cock right next door. The slender dom groaned in pleasure as he remarked, “I can feel you just millimeters away from me, bro…kinda gay, in a manly sort of way, don’t you think?” After they had all shared a chuckle about this (save Adele, who was still Lamaze breathing her way through this unprecedented stretch of her pelvic floor. Then Ysabel climbed onto the table on all fours and gingerly inched her way backward until her knees hit her husband’s shoulders. From there she simply leaned her thighs back until her pussy met Adele’s avid lips, and the tableaux was complete. Each of the dominants allowed themselves to get lost in their genitals being tended to by their erstwhile victim, whose own orgasms began

coming hot and hard and multiply every few minutes. It seemed the extra stretch of her pelvic floor quite enhanced our heroine’s already legendary responsiveness since her true sexual nature had been discovered. Ed noted this for further reference as he savored the extra tightness of her ass while driving in and out of it quite mercilessly. Ysabel was the second of the quartet to get off, surprised at how expert Adele’s cunnilingus seemed to be. James was third, spurting a powerful spend into her famous pussy after a very stimulating evening to enhance his eventual pleasure. And at last, her dear Master reached his own roaring climax. His adoring sub savored the pulsations of his phallus in her very challenged back age until they all collapsed onto the table in sweaty silence.

Chapter Ten

Ed and Adele waved their guests good-bye with genuine fondness, both feeling touched and grateful at how seamlessly James and Ysabel had ed Adele’s fantasy. The evening had been ungodly hot for the dom and his slave, and both settled gratefully into her hot tub to cuddle and soak away her well-earned aches and pains. The scene had been by far her most amazing sexual experience, and she felt suffused with gratitude for her sensitive Captain of the Guard for arranging it. Even more, she was well aware how much his calm sense of security meant that he could be totally unfazed and unthreatened by recruiting two such powerful practitioners to run the show that evening. As they chatted in the tub, Ed wondered aloud if a more regular inclusion of the dominant couple might enrich their already very interesting sex life. Adele was moved and intrigued by this prospect, once again marveling internally at how solid her man was, how devoid of the insecurity so rampant among the Hollywood males (and females) who had been her previous lovers. This touched her so much that she took his face in her hands and kissed him sweetly before declaring earnestly, “Dear Master, I feel no need to wait a year before addressing the continuation of our agreement. I want to be your sex slave for as long as we both shall live, and would be honored if we got married to make it all official!” Ed felt moved to tears as he took his beloved slave/boss in his arms before declaring, “I do!” And they did indeed live happily ever after.

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