Gemma left early the following morning before I rose, which didn’t really concern me as I knew she would not be informing anyone of the night’s activities. After breakfast I helped Jake do his packing and then drove him to the Heathrow Airport to get his flight to New York. It had been arranged some weeks before for him to spend some time in the head offices of the company in order to get to know more about its functioning. This was something he had been looking forward to up until his new ‘relationship’ with Gemma. All morning now though he was finding reasons why he would rather stay.

‘But I don’t need to go dad. I can get just as much information from mailing the guys in New York as going there or talking to them over the phone or through a webcam.’

‘Jake, I’m not stupid. I know the reason you want to stay is because you want to spend more time with Gemma, and I don’t blame you. But you’ll have plenty opportunities after you get back next Friday. Just relax and take it slowly,’ I said.

Jake was quiet for a while, and then he spoke. ‘So how exactly did you get her to behave that way? It was like she’d been hypnotised or something.’

‘For now, Jake, you don’t need to know, so I’m not going to tell you. Please don’t discuss it with anyone, either. Okay?’ I replied.

He looked at me in silent curiosity for a time. Then he replied, ‘sure.’ I knew he meant it as well. Like I said, he’s his father’s son, and knows how to keep a secret.

Naturally I had timed my intervention with Gemma to be shortly before Jake was to be away for a week. I anticipated that there may be a necessity for me to intervene further with her after the initial ‘meeting’ with Jake, and after spending some time thinking I had decided on a plan. I quite evil one as well.

As I say, part of writing this account is catharsis. I am attempting to reconcile what I suppose are rather immoral behaviours to myself. Again, though, as I begin this second half of my account and see it written down, I only feel arousal. And so I suppose again I will have to leave the judgement to you, my dear reader.

So anyway, when I had decided upon my evil little scheme the first thing I did was phone Gemma on her mobile, which was conveniently left for me on her CV.

‘Hello,’ came Gemma’s voice on the other end of the phone.

‘Gemma, it’s Russell Kempton, listen to me, I have some instructions for you. First of all, are you alone?’

‘Yes. What do you want?’ came the now rather nervous reply.

‘I want you to go and do some shopping this afternoon, Gemma. Go into town and go to Ann Summers. I want you to buy some sexy lingerie. Some sexy patterned stockings, suspenders and a suspender belt and a matching sexy bra and brief set. Make sure they’re all your size. I then want you to bring them to my house at seven this evening. Make sure you come alone and do not inform anyone of what you are doing. Also make sure that you wear full make up so that you look as sexy as possible. Is that clear?’

‘Yes,’ came the nervous reply. ‘But ...’

‘There are no “buts” Gemma. Also I have a question: do you still have your old school uniform?’

Like many English Comprehensive schools Northlands had a uniform code that all pupils were required abide by up to year eleven. Those who stayed on to do A levels in years twelve and thirteen were exempt and allowed to wear casual clothes, being one step away from university. I was willing to bet she still had it tucked away, though, and it would make part of what I had planned for her more aesthetically pleasing.

‘Why do you want to know?’ came as surprisingly challenging response.

‘Simply answer the question and honestly, Gemma,’ I said.

‘Yes,’ came a rather terse reply.

‘Excellent,’ I said, no doubt with the relish evident in my voice. ‘Bring that with you as well in a carrier bag, and I mean all of it including the tie. In addition bring with you some white cotton panties, some knee high white stocking socks and your four inch stilettos. I’ll see you tonight.’ I then hung up.

I must confess to having a bit of a spring in my step for the rest of that day. The thought of my plans for Gemma made me feel rather like I imagined Jake must have felt the night before. In fact I spent most of the day clock watching trying to distract myself with work and with walks to little or no effect. At six thirty I took a Sildenofil tablet in readiness for the fun ahead: well I am getting on a little even with a gorgeous young girl for my attentions. At seven the predictable knock came at the door, and I was already as horny as hell.

I answered and Gemma was stood there, blushing profusely, dressed casually in jeans, a baggy tee shirt and trainers, with two carrier bags in her hands, one of which clearly had ‘Ann Summer’ written on the side.

‘Come in and follow me,’ I said.

Gemma entered and did so, and I led the way downstairs to my basement playroom. My playroom is a room that up to that point Jake did not know about. It was usually kept locked and I only used it with Dawn or another girl when Jake was not around.

It basically consists of two areas and a changing room. The first smaller area is dedicated to my hobby of glamour photography. This consists of the usual paraphernalia of photography: a plain white background, lighting, cameras and some focusing umbrellas. The second longer part of the room is dedicated to sex and corporal punishment, my other two hobbies. Well a chap has to have hobbies in his semi-retirement, doesn’t he?

Anyway, this second area is quite nicely laid out really. It has mirrors on the walls and ceiling, and nice red shag pile carpet. Along one of its walls are my cp areas. These first involve a chaise longue, which I find comfortable for spanking girls over the knee on. Then further along the room is what I call my paddling table. This basically consists of two foot square red cushioned stool to kneel on in front of a vertical two foot wide and one foot high board. At the back of this board is a two foot wide four foot long cushioned table, which goes down at a fortyfive degree angle, and on top of the vertical board there is raised cushioning along its length. The aim is for it allows a spankee to kneel and bend over the cushion nicely, with the cushioning throwing out the bum pertly. It works extremely well too actually.

Further along the room is my caning area. This is basically a table for my spankee to bend over, with raised cushioning along the edge to throw up and out the bum. It is height adjustable, allowing it to be raised or lowered to a height that will ensure the spankee’s legs are kept perfectly straight when bending. This added to the cushioning along the top I find makes the posture of the spankee just perfect for caning.

Along the other wall I have the equipment dedicated to sex. This firstly consists of a kingsize water bed, with loops along its edges for restraints to be secured, as and when required. Also however I have a couple of other pieces of equipment which I refer to as ‘sex stations.’ The first of these is designed for sex face to face. It consists of a cushioned three foot by four foot table at a fortyfive degree angle, with two slats coming up and away from it for the girl to rest her legs on. These are situated at an angle to the table that allows the girl to spread her legs wide and raise the knees when resting upon them. Again the table is height adjustable, allowing me to either kneel between the girls legs or stand between them to do the business.

Further along the wall is a similar ‘station,’ but for ‘doggie style’ sex. This basically allows a girl to kneel with her legs spread on two cushioned slats coming away from the unit around three feet apart, and bend over a cushioned board and table similar in design to my paddling table. Again it’s height adjustable, allowing me to either kneel or stand between the girls spread legs and enjoy whichever hole takes my fancy at the time.

I do hope I’ve not bored you with this digression, as I am rather proud of my playroom and I have had immense fun in there over the years. More recently since the events I recount so has my son. Anyway, I’ll now return to the story.

I had led Gemma down to the playroom and when we entered and she saw everything in there, well you can imagine that she was looking quite reticent about it all. I seated myself on my chaise longue and asked Gemma to sit opposite me on a chair I had brought down especially so that we could have a good frank face to face discussion before progressing any further. Gemma did as I asked, seating herself in the chair with her legs together and her hands on her lap defensively, after putting the carriers at her sides. She then asked,‘Where’s Jake?’ presumably thinking that she was again around for his benefit.

‘Oh, as I mentioned last night he’s gone away for the week. He’ll return Friday. He’s gone to New York to learn more about my business. It’s because of some concerns I have in relation to him that I’ve asked you to come down here tonight, Gemma. I think that there are a few things that need to be sorted out now that you will be seeing him regularly.’

‘Oh,’ she responded. ‘So ... what ... what are these for?’ she said, indicating the contents of the two bags at her sides with an expression on her face that suggested she didn’t really want to find out.

‘That will become self evident when I explain my concerns. Now basically I would say my concerns are threefold really. Firstly, Jake is very young and impressionable. I really have a concern that he may start to get rather attached to you and start to think of you as ... well ... like his girlfriend. And I really don’t think that it would be in his best interests to do so. As I mentioned last night, I think it’s quite clear that you are the kind of girl that can’t say no. I believe the psychological term is nymphomania, and well ...’

‘I’m not a nymphomaniac!’ Gemma responded with anger that took me by surprise. ‘I just ... couldn’t ...’ Her voice then trailed off as again her programming prevented her saying anything that indicated that she had recently changed in her behaviours.

‘Gemma, did you or did you not have a night of promiscuous sex with my son?’

‘Yes ... but ...’ Gemma stammered.

‘Well, look Gemma, I’ll be frank with you. Jake and I have a very open relationship and talk about everything. Jake told me before he left today that you didn’t appear to be able to say no to anything he tried with you. And he said that you were really enthusiastic. That doesn’t sound like the behaviour of the average self-controlled eighteen year old girl with a young sixteen year old boy. I might not have a psychology degree but it seems to me very much like the behaviour of a nymphomaniac.’

Gemma was shaking her head and looking confused. My argument was fairly compelling and her little brain was mulling it over and apparently seriously considering it.

‘Did you intend to have sex with Jake when you came to my house yesterday to discuss the clerical job?’ I continued.

‘No, of course not,’ Gemma replied.

‘Well then, it appears incontrovertible to me. He simply made advances to you and you were unable to refuse, despite the fact that you apparently have a boyfriend. By definition you are a nymphomaniac. Anyway, to be blunt you can understand why I don’t want my son getting too attached to you. I have no problem with him using you for sex, but I don’t want him getting emotionally embroiled with a girl that will sleep around like you. I’m sorry if that offends you.’

Gemma again seemed angry, but again was unable to suggest she did not normally behave in that way. So I continued.

‘So the danger of him becoming emotionally attached is one issue. A second is this boyfriend of yours. Obviously I have concerns that if he finds out that you are sleeping with Jake he might become violent. So that will need to be addressed as well. And finally there is the matter of the practical joke that you and your boyfriend played on Jake.’ Gemma’s eyes had opened wide when I mentioned the subject and quite clearly knew about the matter. ‘Oh yes, I do know about that,’ I replied in response. ‘Anyway, I don’t feel that you have ever been adequately punished for that. So that’s another matter that will need addressing. First things first, though, Gemma. I think that we will begin with some glamour photography. Go into the changing room and change into the underwear you bought from Ann Summers. Wear nothing else except the stilettos, and ensure you are as sexy as possible. I’ll give you ten minutes then I want you over in my photography area ready, okay?’

‘But I don’t want to ... I ...’ Even as she spoke she was rising and walking to the changing room with the Ann Summers carrier bag.

Ten minutes later Gemma emerged from the changing room dressed in the sexy lingerie. She looked incredibly attractive. She wore a matching lacy black bra and panty set with small pink bows attached, and a matching suspenders and suspender belt. Below were lovely black patterned stockings and her four inch heels.

She approached my photography area pensively, attempting to cover up with her hands rather ridiculously and blushing. I had prepared the area in advance, whilst she had changed, switching on the lighting and my digital camera and computer, which was given direct feed. I put the chair Gemma had been sitting on in the central area to be photographed as a prop facing the camera, and then indicated it to her.

‘Over here, Gemma. Stand facing the chair,’ I said.

Gemma did as instructed, but paused on the way and attempted to speak to me. I took it that she had in some way attempted to rebuke my behaviour towards her, as after briefly shaking she smiled and said, ‘thank you.’

‘That’s fine Gemma. I’m glad you appreciate my interest in you. Now over to the chair. Stand facing it with your legs straight and parted, then lean on the back, stick out your bum and look over your shoulder at the camera.’

Gemma did as instructed again. Her face looked distraught though, as she stood sticking out her gorgeous backside and looking over her shoulder in what should have been an extremely sexy pose.

‘Smile and look like your enjoying yourself, Gemma,’ I said. Gemma did so and I took a couple of pictures.

‘Now stand up straight. Keep your legs parted and straight and your butt out, and keep looking over your shoulder at the camera and smiling. Then reach behind you and undo your bra clasps. Yes that’s it,’ I said as she did so and I took more pictures.

‘Okay, now turn and face the camera. Keep smiling and looking like your enjoying yourself and then slowly slip the bra off. Excellent,’ I said as she complied and I took further snaps. They were really turning out rather good as well.

‘Now drop the bra to the floor and stand at a slight angle to the camera. Now put your arms to your sides, stick out your bum and tits and pout at the camera sexily.’

Again Gemma did as instructed. But her breathing was becoming increasingly fast and she was blushing more profusely. The embarrassment of her compliantly sexy dress and behaviour was undoubtedly getting her really hot.

‘Great,’ I said after taking further snaps of her topless. Her tits really were gorgeously large and firm. ‘Now turn to face the chair again, bend over slightly and stick out your bum. Good. Now look over your shoulder and smile at the camera again, and as you do slowly peel down your panties.’

Gemma was shaking slightly resisting the command, however complied, and slowly began peeling down the panties of her jutting backside. Once down over her thighs the camera got a good view of the two lovely cheeks and a glimpse of the pussy low down between them.

‘Excellent, Gemma. Now drop the panties and step out of them.’ Gemma did as instructed, her breathing continuing to increase with her embarrassment and as a consequence her helpless arousal. ‘Good,’ I continued. ‘Now spread your legs wide, point your toes in, bend over with your legs straight, stick out your butt and lean on the chair. That’s it, let me get a really good view of your pussy. Look over your shoulder at the camera again, and look at it as though you are aroused and inviting yourself to be fucked from behind.’

Gemma did so, shakily as she fought the compulsion to obey. She didn’t have to look as though she was turned on though, she most certainly was. Her exposed pussy gaped and was glistening with her juice. The air was aromatic with it. I wanted to fuck her then and there, but I was determined to do everything in order. Our shoot came first, and her punishment second. Then anything else. Once I got a few good picks I instructed her again.

‘Now finally, Gemma, I want you to turn and sit on the edge of the chair and lean against the back facing the camera, then spread your legs as wide as you can and lift your knees up high so the camera gets a full frontal view of your pussy. That’s it,’ I said as the blushing girl helplessly complied. She really looked as though she were about to come now, which fitted into the shoot quite well. ‘Now reach down under your thighs and part your pussy lips with your fingers and show your hole to the camera. Look at the camera as though you desperately need it to be fucked.’

Again the girl helplessly complied, looking for all the world now as though she were on the verge of an orgasm, unable to hide the fact and really did want desperately to be fucked. As she opened her pussy up her juices slowly trickled out and she was emitting moans of helpless pleasure.

‘Truly excellent, Gemma. You really are enjoying this aren’t you. That pussy of yours looks saturated. I’ll tell you what, just to finish off the shoot perfectly keep your pussy parted with your left hand then reach your right hand down over your legs and masturbate yourself to orgasm.’

Gemma’s shaking fingers obeyed my instructions. She looked utterly horrified as they did though. I got some good shots of her wide eyed staring transfixed at the fingers of her right hand approaching her clit. She began rubbing the middle fingers of her hand up and down on her clit, and within three stokes she threw back her head as an orgasm rocked her body. It took several pictures in quick succession during this, getting some excellent shots of her with her eyes closed in an obvious state of orgasmic ecstasy and her fingers inside herself.

When she came down from her orgasm I told her she could get up and that the shoot was complete. ‘Come and look at the results,’ I said seating myself by my computer and putting up the shoot of pictures on the large monitor.

Gemma walked over, covering her modesty with her hands and the panties and bra she had picked up. She again looked horrified and distraught as she looked at the shoot of herself undressing and posing for the camera and finally masturbating herself to an orgasm. She then looked at me questioningly.

‘What ... what’s going to happen to those?’ she said in a concerned tone.

‘I propose to “out” you as a nymphomaniac, Gemma. I have a friend in the porn business who runs a rather seedy magazine called Sluts on Show. You may of heard of it. It’s quite successful. Well let’s just say he owes me a favour that I’m going to call in. I’m going to make sure that he has you on the cover of the next issue and uses the best pictures from this shoot as the main feature.’

‘No!’ Gemma cried, before shaking silently for a moment as her attempts to speak were undoubtedly interpreted by her unconscious as attempts to rebuke me for sexually abuse. She then simply smiled and said, ‘Thank you.’

‘Why it’s a pleasure, Gemma. I’m pleased that you appear to be coming around to accepting what you are. I also however want you to assist the process. I’m going to print you off some of the best pictures. You will tell all of your friends proudly about your photo shoot and your forthcoming appearance in Sluts on Show and show them to them. You will smile and sound really enthusiastic and proud about it, and how you’ve decided to have a career in the sex industry as a model and also as a professional escort. You will take particular attention with that boyfriend of yours. I want you to tell him that you won’t just be having sex with him from now on as you’ve discovered that you enjoy having lots of sex with lots of different men, and have decided to pursue a career in porn and as an escort as a result.’

‘But this is awful!’ Gemma exclaimed. ‘Everyone will think I’m the biggest slut in London.’

‘But we have already discovered that a slut is exactly what you are, Gemma, haven’t we? It will be for your own good for everyone to know that in the end. You’ll only have to face the fact at some point ultimately anyway, so it might as well be now. And also it will neatly solve two of the problems I discussed earlier. Let’s face it, that boyfriend of yours has a simple choice: he can either finish with you if he doesn’t fancy having a girlfriend who sleeps around with other men and earns a living doing that, or he can simply accept it and use you for the sex himself as well as accepting other men will be also. Either way he isn’t going to be annoyed at Jake for having sex with you the way he would if you were monogamous. Also once I’ve shown these pictures and the magazine to Jake and discussed your character, there won’t be any danger of him becoming too attached to you either. He will see you as someone to have as – what do the Americans call it – a fuck buddy.’

Gemma was not attempting to cover up anymore. Her face was in her hands and she was shaking her head in confusion with a ‘this can’t be happening’ look on her face.

‘So that deals with two of the issues, however we still have the matter of the practical joke you played on Jake. Go into the changing room and change into your school uniform. Don’t forget to put on the white cotton panties and the white socks as well as your stilettos over the top of them. Make sure you look as much like a sexy schoolgirl as possible. I’ll expect you out in ten minutes.’

Gemma picked up her other carrier bag from where she had been sitting earlier and walked to the changing room, with a look of fear and confusion on her face.

Whilst she was changing I got out my favourite cane and a nice firm wooden five inch diameter paddle, and put them on their requisite cp stations. I also moved the chair from my photography area back to its original position in front of the chaise longue, before seating myself at the open right hand edge. Ten minutes later Gemma emerged. As before she was blushing and was wringing her hands in front of her in uncertainly. The uniform she wore made her look very kinky. It consisted of a tight grey mid thigh length skirt, a blouse top and a red and black diagonally striped tie, which she had tied with a scruffy large knot. The white knee high socks and stilettos made the sexy schoolgirl look complete, just as I had planned.

As she walked over I indicated to Gemma to sit in the chair again. ‘Now, Gemma,’ I said with a firm tone once she was seated. ‘I am extremely unhappy with what you did to Jake. It was very embarrassing and humiliating for him, and you were never properly punished as the instigator.’

‘But we were punished. We had to do detentions. But why are you talking about this here? What are you going to do?’ she asked, with real concern in her voice. No doubt the purpose of the cp stations in the room had eluded her up to that point, possibly thinking that they were all for sexual purposes or photography or something. I suppose she wasn’t that bright or particularly experienced, so it was understandable enough.

‘Well I don’t happen to think that these modern day so called punishments are particularly effective. Do you still have copies of the pictures you took of Jake for example? Answer me honestly, now, Gemma.’

‘Yes,’ Gemma blurted out, with a surprised look appearing on her face immediately afterwards as though she were not expecting to answer the question that way.

‘Well there you go then. That just proves my point. Make sure that you arrange for all copies to be destroyed when you leave tonight. Now, the punishment – I happen to believe that old fashioned punishments are the best and most effective; punishments with a deterrent effect. So I intend to spank you, Gemma. And not just spank you but paddle you and cane you as well. I’m afraid that you won’t be sitting down comfortably for a few days after I’ve finished with you.’

After I said this Gemma was sat with her eyes wide and her mouth open with shock. For a moment she didn’t speak. She then simply said, ‘surely you can’t be serious?’

‘Oh, but I am Gemma,’ I replied, resisting the temptation to add on, and don’t call me Shirley.

‘But that’s assault, and it’s illegal. You ...’ Her voice then suddenly trailed off and she shook slightly. She then smiled and said, ‘Thank you.’

I chuckled to myself at the response. Obviously she had read that my motives were not just to punish her now; let’s face it, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out after I’d got her to dress as a sexy schoolgirl for the punishment. So of course her programming had interpreted attempts to argue against it as complaining at what was effectively a form of sexual abuse, and had instead compelled her to respond with a polite ‘thank you.’

‘That’s okay, Gemma,’ I replied in an amused tone. ‘I must say I’m surprised at you thanking me for this and being so contrite, though. Perhaps we’re going to learn something else about you that neither of us was aware of before today – at least me anyway. And perhaps my punishment isn’t going to as much of a deterrent as I’d hoped. Well we’ll just have to see. Now stand up and come over here next to me at the end of the chaise longue.’

Gemma blushing did as she was instructed. As she did so she attempted to speak again, obviously desperate to talk me out of what I was doing, so her programming again forced her to smile and say, ‘Thank you’ politely.

‘Goodness, Gemma,’ I said to her now stood next to me. ‘You are full of surprises. I really am beginning to think you’re submissive as well as promiscuous. Well let’s see. Lie across my lap with your legs over the end of the chaise longue. Ensure that your bottom is over my right thigh. Then stretch out your legs so they’re perfectly straight behind you and stick out your bottom.’

Gemma immediately began to comply, though shaking a little as she uselessly attempted to resist the compulsion. Once she lay across my lap she then also compliantly stretched out her legs behind her perfectly straight and stuck out her bottom. I have to say that she made the most delightful target. And I’m sure you can imagine that her large bubble bottom over my thigh, now being agreeably jutted out so nicely in the clingy grey schoolgirl skirt was just asking for a firm spanking.

So I began immediately. At first my strokes were relatively light to warm her up, my strokes alternating between the centres of the two cheeks. I then gradually became firmer. The cheeks were quite fatty and my hands sank into them satisfyingly with each firmer smack, with jiggles and ripples coursing through them, and loud CLAP noises filling the room.

After only a few of these firmer smacks, which were obviously stinging Gemma, she began to squirm. Her stilletoed right foot came up and her bottom dropped as a particularly firm spank landed on the centre of the right cheek with particularly loud CLAP! noise. This was followed by her right hand flying to the area to rub the cheek and defend it from further attention.

‘Gemma, really,’ I said, mockingly. ‘And here was me thinking you were contrite. You nearly had me believing you were enjoying what we’re doing in fact. But behaving defensively like this really won’t do. We’ll have to teach you how to take punishment obediently. So first of all let’s get this hand out of the way.’

As I said this I took hold of the wrist of Gemma’s right hand and pulled it away from the bottom cheek it was rubbing and upwards to the small of her back. She offered some resistance to this, and was quite strong, so it took a few seconds. Once there I said, ‘now, Gemma, don’t put either of your hands any lower than here at the base of your back until I’ve finished spanking you.’ I then let go of Gemma’s wrist and the hand remained were it was for a moment, with Gemma briefly struggling to return it to her bottom against the invisible barrier of my command that prevented her doing so. She then moved the hand to her right side before across to her left, trying to find a way through the invisible barrier equally uselessly. After which she returned it down in front of her aggressively to the chaise longue in impotent frustration.

‘Also, Gemma,’ I continued, ‘stick your bottom back out and put both of your legs back out straight. And this time don’t move from the position from the waist down under any circumstances no matter how much the spanking hurts until I’ve finished spanking you and give you permission to do so.’

Gemma immediately again complied, and the bottom was stuck out pertly in the taught grey skirt above perfectly straight legs with white socks and stilettos.

I again then began spanking the cheeks, though immediately as firmly as I could this time. A loud CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noise filled the room as my hand sank alternately into the two jutting fatty cheeks, and Gemma began ‘owing’ and ‘yowling’.

‘Ouch! Oww! It hurts!’ she squealed as the CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! noise continued. She also began physically fighting the restraint of my commands, but still uselessly. She pushed on the chaise longue in front of her and her shoulders came up as she tried to rise, but she only succeeded in concaving her back and plumping out her bum cheeks more to my attentions as she remained perfectly in position from the waist down.

After spanking her for a further thirty seconds or so and watching her pushing up and down and yowling I paused and took hold of the base of the grey skirt. I then slowly peeled it up and over the jutting cheeks revealing as instructed the most beautiful complementary pair of white cotton panties. They were quite large and bisected each of the cheeks diagonally, defining their curve nicely and their whiteness contrasting the pinkening cheeks underneath.

I pulled them up so they were nice and taught over the cheeks before stroking my hand over them and enjoying the softness of the material over the warm round buttocks. And then without further ado I began firmly spanking them.

Gemma again immediately began ‘owing’ and ‘yowling’, though now with more passion as the less protected cheeks no doubt stung more. She again also started pushing up against the chaise longue in a vain attempt to rise, her head and shoulders bobbing up and down making her look like someone doing some bizarre variation of press ups. After a few particularly hard full force smacks her hands then suddenly flew back with a sudden intake of breath from her in shock in an attempt to defend herself – only to find they were still unable to reach the stinging cheeks any further than the small of her back, no matter how hard she tried.

After giving both cheeks a few more full force smacks to demonstrate the fact she couldn’t defend them, and watching as I did so her fingers working uselessly to try to find a root through my command barrier, I paused again. I then took hold of the cotton panties either side and slowly lowered them, peeling them down sensuously over the two jutting bubble cheeks until they were around her thighs. As I did so I heard Gemma moan with a distinct sound of pleasure. I looked at her in the mirrored wall opposite us and could see from the side view of her face that she was a crimson colour and her eyes were wide with shock.

I smiled recognising that as I expected she was extremely aroused as a result of the embarrassment and humiliation she was feeling, possibly to the point of an orgasm. She was clearly finding this reaction quite shocking, and no doubt attempting to repress it as much as she was able. I determined to confirm my suspicion by worsening the situation for her.

‘Gemma, whilst I’m spanking you I want you to look to your right into the mirror opposite us and look at me. I want to be able to see your reactions clearly, so make sure your hair is out of the way and you keep looking at me continuously and making eye contact as much as possible.’

Gemma immediately moved her hair away from her face over her ear, and looked to her right at me into the mirror. Her embarrassment appeared to have increased as she was obviously finding it difficult to hide her state now. Again this would loop her into an increased sense of arousal. She would be close now. So without further pause I recommenced spanking the lovely pink peach, so compliantly jutted out and presented to me.

Loud CLAP! noises again filled the room as the now defenceless flesh jiggled and bounced under my firm hand. Gemma yet again commenced ‘owing’ and uselessly struggling to defend herself and move out of position – her right hand in particular alternating between pushing against the chaise longue to attempt to assist her rise and flying back after particularly stinging smacks to her right cheek to defend it. Despite this she continued to look at me in the mirror to her right throughout, and I attempted to look back at her and maintain eye contact as much as possible, ensuring that she knew that I was aware of her becoming increasingly aroused, and desperate for what was happening to stop as a result before she was brought to orgasm.

Of course I didn’t stop and as I continued to rhythmically and firmly spank the cheeks I noticed her eyes suddenly widen in a now familiar moment of horror. She then said, ‘Oh no! Oh my god!’ and then a loud ‘Ohhhh!’ and her bubble bottom cheeks began to pump up and down in synchronicity with my spanks as she helplessly climaxed. She then made a few more groaning noises before settling. I immediately paused and spoke.

‘Gemma, did you just have an orgasm, or did I just imagine it?’

Gemma was silent. Her head moved from side to side as in her shame as she tried to look away from me in the mirror, though inevitably she was unable to do so.

‘Answer me and honestly, Gemma,’ I cruelly insisted.

‘Yes,’ came the strangled reply from the crimson shame faced girl.

I decided against spanking her any more immediately as she was now so deep into an arousal loop that she would have climaxed within moments, and my hand was getting quite sore anyway. I therefore decided to move on.

‘It seems that you are submissive as well as a slut, Gemma. Well it’s no use me spanking you like this if you are enjoying it. My intent is to punish you and offer you a deterrent from further inappropriate behaviour, not pleasure you. I can see I’ll have to be firmer. Stand up and pull up your panties.’

Gemma immediately did as instructed, also pulling down the skirt, looking slightly relieved as she rubbed the sore cheeks now able to reach them and no longer having to look at the mirror.

I walked over to the paddling table and then said, ‘over here, Gemma.’

Gemma walked over, still rubbing the sore cheeks.

‘Now kneel on the stool here and bend over the table. When you are comfortable press down your stomach to the table and allow the cushioning along the top here to stick out your bottom.’

Gemma complied with my instructions, kneeling on the stool area and bending over the fortyfive degree angled table in front, though clearly reluctantly. When she had done so she then concaved her back down and allowed the cushioning along the top of the table to jut out the bottom to best effect. Her bum was again now perfectly presented for my attention through the taught grey skirt. I think that this kneeling position helps to plump out the bottom in a particular way for paddling, which is why I use it for the purpose. For someone with a bottom like Gemma it really emphasised the full plumpness of it complete. I would defy anyone to feel like paddling her in that position.

‘Now, Gemma, the same principles apply. You will maintain the position from the waist down without moving until I have finished, and you will not allow your hands any lower than the small of your back until I have finished.’

I then patted the wooden paddle against the left cheek as I stood to her side taking aim. After enjoying the sight of Gemma in the school uniform, white socks and stilettos so delightfully presenting her bottom to me I delivered the first blow to the left cheek. This was with full force as hard as I could. A loud SPLAT! noise filled the room and the cheek bounced under the taught skirt from the force of the impact, flattening out completely for an instant. Gemma squealed and her head and shoulders flew up and her hands back to the stinging cheek. Unfortunately the programming again prevented her moving from the waist down, resulting in her merely arching her back and plumping out her bum to greater effect. Her hands again failed to get any lower that the small of her back, where they worked uselessly to reach the cheek.

Taking advantage of her plumping out her bottom to best effect in this reaction I delivered a similar blow to the right cheek. Again there was a shrill squeal from the girl and further useless attempts at self defence and movement from the perfect posture as a loud SPLAT! noise filled the room.

‘Excellent, Gemma.’ I said. ‘You are holding position well all things considered. I hope you’re not enjoying this as well. Goodness me, I’m never going to be able to adequately punish you at this rate. Anyway, I’ll tell you what. So that I can concentrate my full attention on ensuring you are punished correctly you can count out the strokes I give you. I think we will have a set of eighteen: six over your skirt, then six over just your panties, followed by the last six on the bare bottom. As you count each stroke out say “sir” and then “thank you, sir” each time. Oh, and those first two practice smacks won’t be counted. Now let’s begin.’

I quickly delivered the first blow to the left cheek in the same spot as before and with equal force. There again was a loud SPLAT! noise, and Gemma yowled and struggled uselessly for a few seconds before saying, ‘One, sir. Thank you sir’ meekly.

I gave her a few more seconds to contemplate her bizarrely out of character submissive behaviour before delivering the second stroke to the right cheek with full force. After the SPLAT! noise and Gemma wriggling she again spoke. ‘Two, sir. Thank you, sir.’

The next four were delivered similarly, and each time Gemma compliantly counted out the stroke as instructed. I undertook the process slowly, giving Gemma time after she had counted the stroke out to contemplate the indignity of the situation and her humiliatingly compliant behaviour. After the sixth it was evident that her breathing had visibly increased and her blush also, as the humiliation compelled her to ever heightened states of arousal. As my plan continued it would get ever more embarrassing.

Pausing I took hold of the grey skirt and peeled it up and over the jutting cheeks until it was safely up around her waist, revealing for a second time the lovely white cotton panties. I pulled these up taught so they displayed the cheeks to best aesthetic effect in conjunction with the white socks, stilettos and Gemma’s posture, before continuing.

I delivered the seventh stroke to the left cheek with full force. The almost entirely unprotected cheek made a loud CLAP! sound under the impact of the firm wooden paddle, and pancaked flat for a second. Gemma squealed still more shrilly and then said ‘Awww! Awww!’ out loud. Simultaneously she fought and struggled to move and reach the stinging cheek with greater energy than before, but equally uselessly. After three or so seconds she calmed, and then said meekly, ‘Seven, sir. Thank you sir.’

After allowing her a few seconds to think about this I delivered the next stroke to the right cheek. Her behaviour was identical. This progressed throughout the second set. By the twelfth stroke her eyes in the mirror in front of her were not just visibly displaying distress, but again shock. I could read her like a book now. She was clearly again approaching an orgasm. She only needed a little push to send her over the edge. So I gave it to her by taking hold of the thin cotton panties, and slowly pulling them down again over her bottom to mid thighs.

‘Now spread your legs slightly, Gemma, so that your pussy is displayed to me. I want you to experience the true indignity of having to be punished like this.’ Gemma compliantly did as instructed, her bending and jutting posture forcing her to display her gaping pussy between her legs now. It was obviously wet with her arousal and again deliciously aromatic with the musty odour of her need. She was undoubtedly fully aware of this being evident, which caused her breathing to increase a little more as her embarrassment and resultant arousal increased correspondingly.

CLAP!!! The sound rang out loud as I targeted the now naked and unprotected vulnerable centre of the left cheek again. After flattening out and bouncing the centre of the cheek briefly whitened, before turning a deeper red colour than the rest of the now reddened buttock. Gemma squealed and fought briefly, emitting an ‘Awww! Awww!’ as she vainly spasmodically struggled to move out of the posture or reach the stinging nate. Recovering slightly she then helplessly said, ‘Thirteen, sir. Thank you sir.’ I saw her eyes then widen and she again said, ‘Oh no!’ And then her eyes semi-closed and she wailed a loud ‘Oh! Ohh! Ohhhh!’ and her bubble bottom pumped back and forth in unison as she came.

I gave her a moment to recover before speaking.

‘Good lord, Gemma. You know, I have spanked many submissive women in my time, but I have come across few who take such erotic pleasure in such a firm paddling. It seems that paddling alone is not going to be enough. I’m glad I planned for you to be caned as well. But first things first. Let’s tenderise these cheeks a little more to prepare you.’

CLAP!! Another firm stroke was delivered to the right cheek, followed by a yowl, struggles and eventually Gemma meekly and embarrassedly saying, ‘Fourteen sir. Thank you sir.’ I delivered the next three similarly, taking my time and giving the girl maximum opportunity to contemplate her humiliating position and humiliating punishment and more importantly her undignified submissive responses. Inevitably this was heightening her arousal, and by the final stroke she was again on the brink of an orgasm. She looked like she was valiantly attempting to avoid this last indignity before the end of the paddling. But it was not a something I planned to allow her.

I delivered the final stroke as heavily as I could to the right cheek. An enormous CLAP!!! Noise filled the room, the buttock pancaked flat and bounced again, and whitened before turning a now deep crimson colour in its centre. Gemma yowled, ‘Awwww! Awwww! Awwww!’ and struggled with all her might to rise, pumping her head and shoulders up and down and punching her hands back against the invisible barrier at the base of her spine to get to her stinging bottom. But it was all futile. She remained perfectly in position from the waist down with the purple wobbling jutting bubble bottom pertly presented and her shaking fingers above unable to get near it.

As she began to calm I reached my right hand between the spread legs and gently inserted my second finger into the gaping wet slit so that the tip gently touched the area where her clit stood out. I then waited for her to speak.

Her face was nearly as crimson as her backside and the expression a mixture of painful distress and fear at what I knew was the level of her arousal. Her jaw was also shaking slightly, as she presumably was fighting the compulsion to speak. Inevitably however as she calmed, and no matter how much she attempted not to she began to speak. ‘Eighteen, sir.’ As she began I cruelly began to gently tickle my finger against her clit to send her over the edge. ‘Th ... Thank you sir. Ohh! Ohhhhh!’ The bottom again began to pump spasmodically back and forth, and I held my finger still allowing her to helplessly rub her clit against it as she did, making the orgasm even more intense for her. When she began to calm and her breathing slow I removed my hand and spoke.

‘Well I don’t know what to say, Gemma,’ I said attempting to sound aghast. ‘You really are one hot slutty girl. I’m beginning to despair of how I might adequately punish you. Well I’ll have to keep trying, or you may be playing cruel practical jokes on people again. Perhaps six of the best will assist you. Stand up and follow me. There’s no need to pull up your panties or pull down your skirt. Keep them where they are.’ With that I walked over to my caning table and picked up my cane. As Gemma approached holding up her skirt and holding on to her panties around her thighs I swished the cane around a little in preparation.

‘Now stand up against the table with your legs shoulder width apart,’ I said. When she had done so I adjusted the height of the table with a foot peddle at one side so that it was at the level of her hips. ‘Now, Gemma. Bend over and get your tummy down flat on the table so the cushioning on the edge of the table throws up your bottom nicely, and lean on it with hands and elbows. Make sure you keep both feet on the floor though. That’s it, excellent,’ I said as she shakily complied.

I had adjusted the table’s height so that it prevented her bending her knees in the position I had her in. The only way she could have done so would have been to lift a leg, and I had deliberately told her to keep her feet on the floor so she couldn’t. She was therefore forced to keep her legs perfectly straight as she bent over at ninety degrees and also to concave her back down and thrust upwards her bubble bottom simultaneously. Needless to say it made a delicious site and was a perfect position for the cane.

‘Again, Gemma, the same principles apply. Keep yourself perfectly in position from the waist down: no kicking your feet up, moving your legs from the spot or bending your knees, and no allowing your tummy to come up from the table. Keep your back down, and your hips up so that your bum juts out perfectly. Also, again, your hands are not permitted any lower than the base of your back until I’ve finished. Finally, I’d like you to assist me similarly during this caning, Gemma. Count each stroke as you did with the paddle, and in an identical way.’

I then approached her and ensured that the skirt was nicely pulled up around her waist and the panties low down on the thighs before I began. Once happy this was the case I then took to paces back and positioned myself to get the best swing, and tapped the cane against the middle of the two buttocks, taking careful aim to ensure that it would catch both as evenly as possible.

I have to admit that it was quite cruel to cane her at this time, as the central areas of the two reddened cheeks where I aimed the cane were now a deep crimson purple colour from my firm paddling, and must have been extremely hot and sore. Even as I simply tapped the cane against the areas the poor girl reacted as though hit. You will undoubtedly think me most definitely some kind of psychopath when I tell you that not only did this not discourage me form caning her, or perhaps to do so less firmly, but in actual fact encouraged me to do so with greater vigour. The bottom is extremely resilient to punishment, though. And Gemma was being punished for an actual reason. That’s my excuse, anyway. I suppose the sadistic pleasure at her responses was another, however.

Anyway, after tapping the cane against the cheeks and ensuring perfect positioning I brought it back behind me and then swung at the area full force. The cane whistled through the air and then impacted the central purpled areas of both cheeks with a loud CRACK!!! noise. It briefly sank into them before bouncing back. A white line was temporarily left which began to flush a deeper red immediately, and Gemma emitted a louder shrill squeal as the line of burning pain hit her. Her shoulders reared up, and simultaneously both hands shot back to reach the abused cheeks. Yet again both efforts were futile. Her hands seeming to hit a wall at the base of her back and her shoulders only going up as far as her back would bend upwards.

I waited patiently as the girl’s reactions subsided, which took a little longer than it did with the paddling. She moved up and down some three times as she said ‘Aww. Aww. It hurts,’ and transferred her hands between the table at her sides and the base of her back as she repeatedly tried to reach to the burning cheeks uselessly. As her struggling subsided she then said shakily, ‘One sir. Thank you sir.’

I immediately tapped the cane again on the cheeks, this time a couple of inches lower than the first stroke. After taking careful aim I then delivered the second stroke with similar force. It landed perfectly, just below the first. Another white line was briefly left before quickly turning crimson, and again the girl squealed loudly and began struggling with even greater vigour to rise or reach the area with her hands. Still her programming held her, as I knew it would, and no matter how aggressively she tried to pump her shoulders up and down to force herself up straight and no matter how much she tried to force her hands past the base of her back to reach her bottom she was unable. She remained perfectly bent over: her legs perfectly straight and shoulder width apart and her tummy pressed down flat on the table allowing the cushioning to raise her hips and maintain her in a perfect ninety degree bend. The red and now purple bubble bottom cheeks were presented perfectly still throughout.

‘Two sir. Thank you sir,’ the girl said as she calmed whilst looking at herself in the mirrored wall opposite in confused disbelief. Her face was also flushed red, and I knew that despite the intensity of the pain the embarrassment and humiliation of the situation would be having another effect.

The cane swished through the air again and another loud CRACK!!! Noise filled the room.

‘Yawwww!’ Gemma screamed, and after again uselessly straining to rise from the perfect ninety degree bend and uselessly attempting to reach the scalding cheeks she beat her small fists against the table. She then said shakily, ‘Three sir. Thank you sir.’

The look of shock was now back on her face though. She was again close to a climax despite the painful abuse she was experiencing. I therefore continued without pause.

CRACK!!! The forth stroke rang out around the room, this time cruelly targeted at the base of her buttocks at the sensitive dimples where the jutting bubble cheeks met the girl’s thighs. Gemma’s eyes opened wide and she gave a sharp intake of breath at the intensity of the pain before howling, and struggling most vigorously yet again the command restraints. Despite the intensity of her struggles she was held in position by them though. So she then again beat her fists against the table and ‘Awwed’ and ‘Yawwed’ with the pain in impotent frustration. But as this subsided after a few seconds, though obviously uselessly resisting the compulsion, she then said, ‘Four sir. Thank you sir.’

‘Excellent, Gemma. You are taking this beating really well, and very obediently, I have to say,’ I replied chidingly. I then delivered the fifth stroke just below the central area of the buttock with another CRACK!!! Noise sounding. Her struggles were not as intense this time, and she quickly said, ‘Five sir. Thank you sir.’ The tone of her voice was different this time, though. It was sensuous and slightly panicked, telegraphing to me that she was on the brink of an orgasm and desperately wanted this over with as quickly as possible before her humiliation was made complete.

I therefore paused to give her time to contemplate her situation and her compliance before delivering the final stroke. This I knew would maximise her arousal. I then delivered the stroke as hard as I possibly could, and aimed again at the area I judged to be sorest: the central area where she had been spanked, paddled and already had two cane strokes. The final CRACK!!! sound filled the room, and Gemma yowled out louder than she had all night and fought more furiously than she had all night. Desperately she pushed herself up and down against the table to try to rise. Desperately she punched her hands back to reach the abused cheeks. But it was all to no avail, and she remained perfectly in position from the waist down and could not reach the sore buttocks. The six lines now stood out from them, and were an even deeper purple colour. She would not be sitting comfortably on that bottom for quite a few days.

Whilst Gemma furiously struggled I transferred the cane to my left hand and stepped forward so I was behind her. I then again casually reached between the girl’s legs and inserted my second finger into the saturated slit and nuzzled it against her clit and waited.

Finally after a few seconds the girl began to calm. As she did the words then helplessly began to flow out of her mouth making her humiliation and resultant arousal complete. And as she did so, of course, I began to cruelly tickle the clit.

‘Six sir. Ohh! Oh No! Thank you sir. Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh!’ Her eyes half closed and the girl’s hips bucked back and forth, the clit again being helplessly rubbed against my obliging finger, making her orgasm last and last. When she finally stopped I withdrew my hand and spoke.

‘Well, Gemma. At least you are not going to be sitting down comfortably for a while. I can’t tell you how surprised I am to discover you enjoy punishment like this though. When I interviewed you yesterday I thought you were a respectable young woman. Now I see that you are a nymphomaniac and also sexually submissive. You really are a dark horse.

‘Well I can’t see why you or my Jake should have all of the pleasure in that case. Bearing in mind your unfortunate psychological condition and how turned on you’ve got me I’m afraid I can’t resist the temptation to take advantage of you myself. Stand up and remove your panties, skirt, blouse, tie and bra and then come over here.’ As I said this I indicated to the middle sex station on the opposite side of the room designed for face to face sex, and began to move towards it taking off my own clothes as I went.

Once totally undressed with Gemma now stood beside me dressed only in her stilettos and white knee high socks I lowered my forward access sex station down so that I would be able to kneel between her legs. Kneeling there I then indicated to Gemma to alight the station. ‘Lie back on the flat section and put your legs up on these slats so they are lifted and nicely spread wide,’ I said.

Gemma did as instructed shakily, her eyes fixed on my swollen manhood wide with apparent shock. This is not something uncommon. I have had the benefit of using a drug we developed for penile enlargement in the sex trade called Expandophal. A drug that to coin a phrase, ‘does what it says on the tin.’ Since I used Expandophal injections my penis fully erect has gone from probably slightly below average to a whopping ten inches long and two inches in girth. So you can understand poor Gemma’s surprise when she saw it.

Anyway, once Gemma was in position I lay down on top of her and got myself comfortable with my manhood lying on her pubes and my hands under her shoulders. She appeared simultaneously repulsed and incredibly aroused by having an old guy like me on her. I knew that this was her natural revulsion of sex with an old guy like me coupled with the sexual arousal forced upon her from the embarrassment of the position and her compliant behaviour. I watched for a moment seeing her briefly struggle to speak – before she politely said, ‘thank you’ again.

My sex stations really are well designed. The one I was using for example allowed maximum comfort for both myself and Gemma. All she had to do of course was lay back and obey my commands. However from the man’s point of view equally in a kneeling position or if I had chosen a standing position, the station allows you to take the girl on it in comfort with minimum expanded effort in the fucking action. For a middle aged guy like myself this is obviously helpful. Not that I am in bad physical condition for my age mind. But I’m digressing again.

Returning to my story, I was on top of Gemma and in a nice comfortable position with her firm young breasts pressed against my chest and her lovely wet aroused pussy waiting to be entered. As she had thanked me so politely I thought I would offer her a response before continuing. So I said, ‘Why, Gemma, the pleasure is all mine.’ I then started kissing her.

Instantly I began to kiss her Gemma threw her arms around me and began to kiss me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and allowing it to dance around mine. As she did I reached down and guided myself inside her, and once entered I rammed myself in some six or so inches. Gemma, of course, already extremely embarrassed at the night’s proceedings and now finding herself aroused at the embarrassment of compliantly allowing a middle aged man to have sex with her, immediately climaxed. She stopped kissing as I thrust myself into her, and screamed out, ‘I submit myself to you, Mr Kempton! I submit myself to you, Mr Kempton!’

I immediately commenced aggressively taking her, appreciating exactly the satisfaction my boy must have experienced in the same position the night before. A delicious rhythmic slurping sound accompanied my pistoning motion, and as poor Gemma came down from her orgasm she began to obey her command to speak the phrases I had directed her. Still passionately clutching at me she began to say with strangely genuine enthusiasm, ‘Use me! Take me! That’s it, take me and use me!’

‘As I said, it’s my pleasure to do so, you little submissive slut,’ I replied mockingly whilst passionately rutting her.

‘Use me like a slut, that’s how I like it!’ Gemma screamed clutching at me.

‘Yes, I can see,’ I said fucking her more furiously and with increasingly rhythm. ‘You seem to find it easier to acknowledge the truth about yourself when being fucked. You really do like being treated like a slut, don’t you.’

‘Use me! Teach me my place!’ she screamed helplessly and in satisfyingly appropriate response. Unable to take any more she then climaxed again. ‘I submit myself to you, Mr Kempton!’ she screamed in her ecstasy. She was almost making me deaf. But it was pleasing all the same, as you might imagine.

I fucked her for a good twenty minutes or so, the poor girl continuing to tell me to use her and take her and climaxing every two minutes or so due to the level of arousal forced on her by the humiliation of it all. I then could not take any more myself and clutching her tightly under the arms and enjoying the feeling of her clutching back passionately I brought myself to my climax.

As she felt me coming Gemma helplessly screamed out obediently, ‘That’s it, come inside me and treat me like the slut that I am!’

‘With pleasure Gemma. Huuuugh!’ I responded as my cock exploded my load inside her.

‘I submit myself to you, Mr Kempton! I submit myself to you, Mr Kempton!’ Gemma screamed finally in response, as the most intense orgasm yet overwhelmed her.

A good five or so minutes passed before either of us moved. I was enjoying a quiet post sexual euphoria, and I imagine Gemma was in a state of self questioning shock similar to that the night before. After that I found myself quickly beginning to get horny again with the feeling of the lovely girl’s tight young body against me in combination with the Sildenofil, and so decided that I might fancy a second helping. I fancied a bit of a change, though, and so I decided we should move over to my second sex station which allowed sex in a nice doggy position.

I therefore rose and walked over to the second sex station. ‘Over here, Gemma. Let’s explore you a different way.’ I said indicating the sex station I now stood in front of.

As Gemma shakily rose I quickly lowered the second station so that it was also at kneeling height. I then indicated for her to alight it. She immediately did so, kneeling on the two slats of cushioned wood three feet apart. I then knelt down between her spread calves facing her lovely if severely reddened bottom.

‘Now bend over the table in front of you and arch down so that your arse and pussy are presented to me, then hold the position and don’t move.’

Gemma again shakily complied, bending over and arching her large bubble bum upwards. With her spread legs her pussy and arsehole were now beautifully presented to me, with her pussy leaking a mixture of her juices and my come.

Immediately I guided my manhood into her and she gave a helpless little moan in response. Taking a firm grip of her hips I then rammed myself fully into her tight young hole. She immediately screamed out loud as an orgasm hit her. The red lined bubble butt then began to pump back and forth on my impaling cock as she shouted out, ‘I submit to you, Mr Kempton! I submit!’

As she calmed I again then began to fuck her steadily and she again began to helplessly talk as I did so. ‘Use me! Take me! Use me like a slut, that’s how I like it!’ she said as I pumped in and out of her. Within a couple of minutes she again climaxed and screamed to me her submission.

I then paused, fancying a bit of a change and took my cock out and smeared some of the juices up over her little bum hole. It was tiny in diameter in comparison to my cock and I think that this was half of my interest in it, as I wondered if I could get in. I dipped into her pussy a couple of more times for more juice that I again smeared over the little hole until it was well lubricated before attempting to enter. Holding my cock straight I then pushed forward with all my weight.

It was extremely tight, however I was as hard as a rock with the assistance of the Sildenofil, and slowly with little cries that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and anguish from Gemma it began to spread to accommodate me. Once widened sufficiently I felt it give and my cock thrust in some four inches immediately with a little ‘ohh!’ sound from Gemma, that sounded like shock and interest in the feeling.

I adjusted my position slightly further forward, then rammed my cock deeper into the tight hole before commencing slowly fucking it whilst holding the large reddened and striped cheeks either side. I have to admit to finding it extremely gratifying, and Gemma again commenced telling me to ‘use her’ and ‘take her’ quite satisfyingly. As I fucked her I occasionally gave one cheek or the other a playful slap, which being as sensitive as they were caused Gemma to yowl slightly in between her helpless moans of pleasure and cries of ‘take me’ and ‘use me.’ She came twice as I took her like this, and eventually I again came to a climax myself. As I blew my load up her bum she cried out for a second time, ‘that’s it, come inside me and treat me like the slut that I am!’ Needless to say I did, with my cock up her arse some eight inches. She then promptly climaxed as well, and told me again how she submitted to me. It was quite delicious, I have to admit.

When I had finished I withdrew and stood up. My cock wilted slower than usual due to the Sildenofil, now covered most of the way up its length in a slimy mixture of Gemma’s juices my come and her poo. ‘You can get up now, Gemma. That was simply divine. Thank you very much,’ I said ironically. Gemma rose immediately and began rubbing her bottom cheeks, with occasional scowls at me.

Everything up to that point had gone perfectly according to plan. This was now to allow her to go, with copies of her pictures to assist her publicise her new carrier choice or course. But I didn’t straight away. I don’t know if it was the scowls that did it or the fact that at the time I was in a particularly evil mood. But I had a sudden rush of blood and spoke before I could think about it.

‘As I said, Gemma, that was simply divine. But, you know, I bet that you give the most gorgeous blowjob with those lovely full lips of yours.’

Before I could continue any further Gemma turned towards me from where she had been walking over to get her clothes, walked back and immediately knelt down in front of me. She had a look of desperation on her face like you might expect a junkie to have in need of a fix. But equally she looked slightly reviled at the appearance of my filthy half limp cock. Still she helplessly obeyed her programming.

‘Please, Mr Kempton ... Please may I give you a blowjob?’

‘Well, Gemma, that’s very generous of you. Yet again, though, you take me by surprise. I’m having to review my estimation of how slutty and submissive you are from one minute to the next. I’ve only just had my cock up your bottom and without me having cleaned it you are now offering me a blowjob simply because I hinted I would quite like you to. Well far be it from me to stop you. And as you are so into the idea I would quite like you to lick my cock nice and clean whilst we are waiting for it to get hard again. As you’re such a slut you won’t mind the taste of the poo and won’t feel nauseous or sick as a result of it.’

Immediately Gemma lifted up my cock and with a look of revulsion on her face began licking it like a lolly pop. She licked my large cock from base to glands, cleaning off all of the come and poo and swallowing it down with a look of revulsion, but also a blush that indicated the humiliation of it was having another effect. After a couple of minutes of steady work all over my dick it was completely cleaned and was now getting erect again, so obligingly Gemma then took it into her mouth and began sucking with abandon.

She had a truly lovely face and delicious full red lips and it took only fifteen minutes or so of her dedicated work to bring me off. With a grunt I delivered my load in her mouth, and as I came down from my orgasm Gemma continued to suckle out every drop of my come eagerly. She then looked up at me and opened her mouth to display a reasonably copious load for my third delivery of the evening, before closing and swallowing it down nicely. She then politely said, ‘thank you.’

‘Wow! Thank you, Gemma. You’ve been amazing. You’ve truly made up for your bad behaviour towards Jake as well as allowing me to punish you well for it. You are truly an amazingly slutty young girl. I can see you having an extremely successful career ahead of you in the sex trade.’

As I was speaking Gemma had risen and picked up her school uniform, looking completely in a state of shock and bewilderment.

‘Before you get dressed, Gemma, I want to ask: are you on the pill?’

‘N .. no,’ Gemma replied. ‘I ... well ... didn’t have the need before yesterday and today. My boyfriend uses condoms,’ she said rather openly. Well I suppose after everything that had just happened she felt no need to be coy.

‘In that case as you are going to be more than likely having a lot of sex from now on, and my Jake is going to be one of those involved, I feel that I should ensure you are properly protected,’

Before she got dressed I gave Gemma a Facilitil injection; a drug we produce for the sex industry that has a combined contraceptive and anti-STD function. I told her that I would arrange for her to have monthly injections for free from this point on for as long as she was seeing Jake. She appeared reluctantly grateful for my arrangement, which was adequate.

Whilst she was dressing I printed off several pictures from our photo shoot and simultaneously dressed myself. I gave these to Gemma when she emerged.

‘There you go,’ I said. ‘Don’t forget to show these to your boyfriend and all your friends enthusiastically and explain about them. And be sure to be here for seven o’clock next Friday for Jake. I don’t want him being disappointed. I bet he’ll be thinking about having you over for the night all week if I know my son.’

Gemma picked up her bags and left as quickly as her legs could carry her without saying another word, but looking extremely worried.

EPILOGUE.

So there you have it dear reader. That’s my confessional. I can’t say as I read it through again I feel any particular guilt about what I did. I dare say you judge me less favourably.

Things didn’t turn out as bad as you might think though. Gemma went on to tell all her friends of her photo shoot and her new career move. Her boyfriend broke up with her and most of her friends broke contact with her as her slutty reputation quickly spread. However as she didn’t know the real reason why she was doing what she was, she surprisingly embraced it simply thinking she had discovered a submissive promiscuous side to herself that she didn’t know. As a result she actually did commence a career as a porn model and escort. At the time I write she is quite famous in the industry and quite rich, though has changed her name to something more glamorous, as you might imagine. It’s quite an irony really, as before this she would probably simply have ended up working as a secretary, and be living on a fraction of what she now earns. So if anything I did her a favour.

Jake carried on seeing her twice a week for a year until he got himself a proper girlfriend. Something he wouldn’t have been able to do at all if it hadn’t been for my intervention with Gemma. During the period he came on leaps and bounds, growing in confidence visibly from day to day. He was not entirely surprised when eventually he was enrolled into the Lodge, and I was able to explain what I had done to Gemma the year before.

In all then I think that for both Jake and Gemma my intervention was coming of age for them both. Each in their own way has gained lifetime benefits. So please do not judge me too harshly.