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“Tania's Training”
by Richard Stryker
© Copyright R. Stryker 2005.
The right of R. Stryker to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988.
Author's Website – where you can find a lot more reading relating to Greg Dawson and other adult stories: http://stryker.a1adultebooks.com/
Originally Published By: A1AdultEbooks at http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php
PREFACE
Continuing the extracts from the diaries recorded by Greg Dawson. The diaries reveal the activities of this self-styled vigilante – a man who is out to avenge the wrongs committed by women on their partners and to teach others, both willing and unwilling, the merits and benefits of a life of submission.
In this extract, we follow Dawson on a planned encounter with a young woman called Tania. Tania's partner has a problem with her and she can't afford for the relationship to turn sour. A chance conversation led her to Dawson and now, as the story begins, she is about to try to save her relationship - but learning how to meet her partner's desires is not going to be as pain free as she thought it would be.
Readers beware – this extract contains some very strong material.
TANIA'S TRAINING
May 2005
The late afternoon sun cast lengthening shadows on the pavement as Dawson walked past the row of Edwardian semis. Long since converted from their former days of glory into self-contained flats, the solid construction of the buildings had weathered the years and looked like they would last for at least another century.
Dawson was carrying his usual black bag, a bag with a shoulder strap – a bag he had slung casually over his shoulder before setting off down the pavement. He found the right address, turned off the pavement and climbed down the set of steps leading to the basement flat. The doorbell was one of those illuminated affairs, and below the bell push was a small clear-plastic section. Into this area had been slipped a piece of card onto which had been hastily written the single word – “Collins”.
Dawson had not actually met Tania Collins before, but had talked with her a number of times on the telephone. He had a good idea what her problem was and he knew exactly why she had turned to him. His reputation as a Corrective Action Therapist was spreading and his services were now becoming much in demand. As he reached forward to press the doorbell, Dawson knew that Tania's partner, Robert, would not be at home. The whole session had been arranged that way and Dawson knew Robert was out of town for a couple of days.
The doorbell rang twice and Dawson waited while the woman inside walked up the short hallway and called out,
“Who's there?”
“ Dawson ,” he replied, simply.
The door opened. Tania Collins was about five foot three. She was petite in stature, had dark, green eyes that sparkled in the late afternoon sunshine and she had mid-back length, auburn hair.
She reached forward and offered her hand to Dawson .
“Good afternoon, Mr Dawson,” she began, a little hesitantly, “we meet at last.” She smiled and her bright, white teeth glistened for a moment.
“We do indeed.”
“Do come in. I hope you don't mind but I've asked one of my friends to join us. I thought it would be a wise precaution.”
“Indeed. It's not a problem for me, though you may find you are embarrassed a little later on when we get started.”
“I don't think so. I've known Cari since we were at school together and we don't have any secrets.”
“It's your decision and it won't affect anything that happens.” Dawson entered the flat and the door closed behind him.
Tania Collins led him down the short hallway and into the living room at the back of the building.
“Mr Dawson, this is Cari,” she said by way of introduction.
“Hi,” said Dawson . Cari stood up, all five feet ten of her. She had very close-cropped, blonde hair, was powerfully built, like an athlete and was wearing a tight fitting tee-shirt and cut-offs that hugged her strong physique and showed off her finest attributes.
She shook Dawson 's hand and sat back down while Dawson marvelled at the strength of her grip.
“Right, Tania,” he said. They were all sitting now. Dawson was in the armchair and the two young women were on the sofa. There was something about Cari that intrigued him – he couldn't define it yet, but there was something. “As I understand it from our conversations, you have a problem with your partner and yet you don't want to sour the relationship so you want to see if I can help you.”
“Exactly,” she replied quietly.
“And your problem is?”
“I, I,” she stammered, “I don't like doing things for him.”
“Things – what things?” Dawson remained calm.
“I don't like the sex thing – other than with the lights out and under the duvet.”
“I see. Now, from our past conversations, you think this is something you could alter.”
“Oh yes, I think so. I was quite different at school, wasn't I, Cari?”
Cari had been smiling quite smugly and was a bit taken aback to find she was now part of the conversation.
“Yes, yes you were,” she responded. “Mr Dawson, this is the girl who, at thirteen, would charge the lads twenty pence to give them a blow job behind the bike sheds.” Cari smiled when she had finished, as if remembering something.
“I see,” said Dawson , “so when did it change?”
“When I met Robert, I think. I adore him, but I just don't find him sexually all that thrilling.”
“I see.” Dawson smiled thinly. Cari was intriguing him more than his client. “Now, here's what I think. I think you have it in you to meet your partner's desires; it's just that you don't want to. I get the feeling from what you've said that you like to have some kind of control on the relationship and by not satisfying his desires you exert that control.”
“Yes, yes, I think you're right. It is about the only area of our relationship I do control.”
“I thought so. So, what I am going to suggest is you learn the art of submission – you learn to hand over that area of control.”
“That may not be easy. I mean, it might work in theory, but it might be a totally different thing when he comes back.”
“I can help you there. I can guarantee you a way to make sure you learn the art of submission and then continue in that lifestyle for ever more.”
“Really and how would you do that?”
“Simple. I will show you what will happen to you if you fail to be submissive. All you have to do is either contact me, or get Cari to contact me if you fail in the future.”
“Very well – so what will happen to me?”
Tania was wearing a loose fitting jumper and baggy tracksuit bottoms.
“I'll show you. The art of submission is for you to realise that if you fail to achieve what is required then the remedy is painful. I am going to teach you some aspects of submission this evening and if you fail the required tasks then you will receive a painful experience. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Now, because Cari is here, you will also find what is going to happen may be humiliating for you. Do you want Cari to leave?”
“No. I want her to stay. That way, she will know what is expected of me in the future.”
At this point Dawson was sure he saw Cari lick the insides of her lips – the gesture of one who was looking forward to what was about to happen.
“In that case we'll get started.”
“Okay, Mr Dawson, I am in your hands. What do I do?”
“First off, you need to learn how to dress. Imagine Robert has come home and wants to dominate you. How do you tell him you are ready to serve his needs?”
“I'd dress sexily.”
“Good. Now, whatever you are wearing now, it doesn't look that sexy. Before we start properly, go and dress as you would dress to be submissive to Robert.”
“Okay.” Tania looked at Cari for a moment, stood up, swung her long hair behind her back and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
“Are you into this submissive thing?” Dawson asked Cari when they were alone.
“Yes, but I'm the dominant one.”
“I thought so. That's quite a handshake you've got.”
“Thanks. Actually, the reason Tania wants me here is because she knows I'm a Dom and she wants to learn to be a sub, not just for Robert, but for me too. We have, shall we call it, a close relationship, so that is the real reason she wants me here. Only don't tell her I told you.”
“I see. Do you want to become part of this later on?”
“If you don't mind.”
“No, not at all. Actually, it will add something to Tania's training.”
“Okay, but for now I'll just observe.”
“Fine.”
Dawson pulled one of the straight-backed dining chairs out from under the table in the corner of the room and set it in position in the middle of the room, sideways on to the sofa where Cari was sitting. Then he sat on the chair, looking straight at the entrance to the room.
The couple chatted idly for a couple more minutes before the door opened. Tania was now dressed in a black, silky baby-doll nightdress, black, lacy knickers and self-supporting stockings. She also had black, high-heeled shoes on.
“What do you think, Mr Dawson?” Her voice had become velvety and Dawson could smell the not-so-cheap perfume.
“Very good. Now, I am going to show you a little about the pain aspect so you can decide for yourself in the main session whether you want to be submissive or stubborn.”
“Fine.”
“Come over here and lie over my lap facing the fireplace.” The fireplace was directly opposite Cari. Cari, for her part, smiled innocently at Tania as she took up position.
In a minute, Tania was sprawled right over Dawson 's lap. He pulled her forward until her buttock cheeks were directly over his lap and his rapidly stiffening cock. Tania straightened her legs behind her, trying to keep her toes just on the floor.
“Now,” said Dawson , “I am going to spank your bottom. Did you ever get spanked as a kid?”
“My Dad did slipper me once when he found out what was going on behind the bike sheds.”
“Well, this will be just as painful.” While he spoke, Dawson raised the thin material of the nightdress, exposing the woman's buttocks. The knickers were no more than a G-string and offered the woman no protection. Her buttocks were firm, her flesh pale. Dawson rested his hand on her skin for a moment before raising it into the air, only to bring it back down across the middle of Tania's upturned cheeks.
“Yeeeooww,” she cried out as the slap resounded around the room.
“Oh, come on, that was a mere tap,” Dawson chided her as the hand slapped her again. He landed six swats in rapid succession and then paused. Her pale flesh was already turning a healthier colour of pink and Dawson was surprised at just how quickly it was turning colour. Each slap that landed brought a fresh cry from the young woman.
“You don't have a very high pain threshold do you?” Dawson remarked during the pause.
“N..n..no,” Tania stammered.
“Cari, can you go to my bag. In it you will find an old gym slipper. Bring it to me, please.” Dawson waited while the slipper was fetched. “Right, Tania, I am going to give you 12 strokes of the slipper now, just to show you what it will be like for you if you fail any stage of the learning process here this evening.”
“N…n...no, please not the slipper. I get the message, honest I do.” Dawson couldn't see her face but he guessed she was already crying from the half-dozen hand slaps.
Bright pink cheeks turned to plum red as Dawson wielded the slipper. Each stinging blow landed roughly over the middle of Tania's cheeks. Each fresh blow sent new waves of pain surging through her lower body as the heat in her buttocks increased and the colour darkened. Each fresh stroke brought more screams from the young woman. Dawson wondered if any neighbours might hear it but then remembered the upstairs flat was vacant.
After six strokes with the slipper, Dawson paused to look at his handiwork. He touched the bruised buttocks gently, marvelling at the speed with which they had gone dark red, marvelling at the bruising which had already formed. Tania was, by now, sobbing heartily. With her face turned to the fireplace, Cari could not see the tears but she could see the rapidly ripening cheeks perched on top of Dawson 's lap.
Dawson caressed the bruised flesh for a moment with his free hand and then brought the slipper down for the seventh time. As the stroke landed, Tania reached her right hand round as if to protect her painful flesh. Dawson was having none of it and grabbed her wrist with his free hand. With some degree of force he pulled her arm up behind her back, keeping it out of the way of the action scene and forcing her chest down over his lap.
The eighth stroke made Tania struggle again and, amidst pleas for him to stop, Dawson detected the words “oh fuck”.
“What was that?” He demanded while raising the slipper into the air.
“I…I…just said, oh fuck that hurt.”
“I thought so. That will earn you another six strokes for swearing.”
“N…n…no, p…please don't hit me any more, I can't take any more.” The sobbing was louder than ever.
“I make it you have now got nine strokes left.”
The slipper descended to the crimson, tortured flesh, flesh which was bruised and showing signs of being swollen.
“N...n…no, yeeeowww!” Tania screamed.
“Ten. For the sake of your neighbours we will get this over with quickly.”
Dawson raised the slipper into the air and with a rapid salvo of shots he administered the final eight strokes so quickly that Tania barely had time to gasp for breath, much less cry out.
“That's that over with. Now, stand up and put your hands on your head, continuing to face the fireplace.” Dawson spoke firmly. “We are now going to teach you submission. You know what it will be like if you fail to do all you are asked to do and with your bottom the colour it is, I suspect further punishment would be most uncomfortable.
Tania lifted herself gingerly off his lap and for a moment caught the sight of the faint smile on Cari's face. Also, Cari looked strangely flushed – something that did not go unnoticed by Tania. Slowly the nightdress descended to offer some soothing protection to her glowing buttocks and Tania turned to face the fireplace. When she was facing it she put her hands on her head as instructed.
“Good.” Dawson was rummaging around in his bag and pulled out some cords and a pair of metal handcuffs. “Now, we're going to have a bit of fun. Put your hands behind your back.”
No sooner had Tania obliged than Dawson snapped the cuffs into place.
“Excellent.” In a moment he had pulled a cord between her upper arms and her back. Pulling her elbows together behind her back, Dawson secured them with the cord. This had the effect of forcing Tania's chest to be pushed out in front of her, making her ample breasts even more prominent. “Turn round.”
Tania did so and in a moment she felt Dawson untying the lace straps that secured the front of her nightdress. The top fell open exposing her breasts – breasts that had large, dark, circular areolas from which protruded stiff, pink nipples.
Dawson rubbed the back of his hand across the nipples, making Tania shudder, though she was still sobbing quietly from the pain in her rear. Tania knew Cari was watching intently and knew too that Cari would be ensuring in the future that Tania lived up to being a submissive. She knew that every week or so, when Robert went away, Cari would be back to check on her submissiveness and that Cari would not hesitate to contact Dawson if she misbehaved. For a moment Tania wondered why she'd agreed to go through with this but it was too late now.
“Right, sit on the chair.” Dawson 's voice was almost monotone and though forceful he was trying not to sound to frightening. There was no need for that as Tania was already moving to the chair. “Have you ever had a real man's cock in your throat?” Dawson asked her when she was seated.
“N…no,” she sobbed, feeling weak at the thought. She knew it would be different to the days behind the bike sheds at school. They'd been kids then, mere playthings. This was the full monty – the real item.
“Well, I'm lucky then.” Dawson was already stepping out of his trousers.
Tania was shifting uneasily on the chair, the pain in her bruised buttocks making it hard for her to sit still.
“Open your mouth as wide as you can. I want to feel no teeth.”
Dawson was erect, hugely so. He looked quickly at Cari. She was sitting back on the sofa, her legs wide apart. Dawson noticed the crotch of her tight-fitting pants was damp. Cari was breathing heavily. Tania opened her mouth and struggled to stay calm as she felt the heat of Dawson 's manhood on her lips and then her tongue.
He was big, long and thick with it and as he pushed the head of his phallus into her mouth, Tania wondered if she'd choke on him. Dawson put his hand behind her head to stop her from backing away from him and then fed his cock deep into her mouth. He slid it in until he felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her mouth.
“Good, now suck me.” He let go of her head and allowed her to suck on him. She moved her head so he slid in and out of her mouth, his ten inch shaft glistening with her saliva as she liberally lubricated him, sucking carefully as she did so.
Dawson looked round at Cari. She was still sitting on the sofa and was now rubbing her crotch firmly with the palm of a hand. She was evidently highly aroused.
Tania continued sucking on his cock for some minutes, reaching her head forward to accommodate him more easily in her mouth.
“Now, I am going to come in your mouth and you are going to swallow the whole lot.”
Tania mumbled something totally incomprehensible, due to the manhood she was attempting to swallow. She felt the twitch of his cock a moment before the first, salty taste of semen touched the back of her tongue. The taste made her gag and she pulled back suddenly, his cock plopping out of her mouth as he jetted the hot, sticky cum onto her face.
“I said you were to swallow it all. Now look at the mess you've made.” Dawson did not sound pleased.
“Sorry,” said Tania, “it was just the suddenness of it all and the taste on my tongue. I don't remember it being like that at school.”
“Maybe not, but then again maybe you just don't want to be submissive.”
“I do – I do, really,” she said in a quiet, almost frightened voice.
“Hmm, I'm not so sure. Well, you will have to be punished for your disobedience.”
“Yes, I suppose I will,” Tania agreed, softly. “What are you going to do?”
“Well, your arse is already beetroot red and I don't think other than caning you, any further punishment down there will help.”
“N…n…not the cane, please. Anything but the cane.” Tania was sobbing again, wishing she'd taken the white, salty liquid down her throat as she had been ordered.
“Well, if you're sure.”
“I am,” she sobbed again.
“Okay, sit back in the chair.”
Cari was moaning softly on the sofa, still rubbing the now saturated area of pants that covered her crotch.
Tania sat back and waited while Dawson fetched a length of rope. He tied it round the back of the chair, just below her breasts, forcing her back into the chair support, securing her in position.
“Save that for later,” Dawson looked over at Cari. With a look of surprise she stopped masturbating. She gave Dawson a quizzical look, a look that Tania missed. As he was behind her, Tania did not see the smile on Dawson 's face that flickered there for a moment by way of response.
The rope was secure and Dawson was back in his bag. He brought out his small flogger – a short-handled device with about thirty fine strands of leather protruding from the head end. He rested the strands across Tania's left breast for a moment, raised it into the air and brought it back down on her pale flesh. Tania screamed as the thirty fine strands of leather bit into her tender flesh. She screamed again as the second stroke landed and now she struggled with her bonds – a futile gesture as she was securely strapped to the chair.
“Yeearrggghhh!” She screamed again as the leather bit into her left breast for the third time.
Her breast started to turn pink as Dawson continued to flog it – adding another half dozen flicks of the flogger for good measure. When he'd applied the nine strokes he turned his attention to her right breast and gave it the same attention as her left one had received. Tania cried loudly as he flogged her, her right breast turning the same shade of pink as her left.
She was sobbing loudly when he'd finished, her breasts a swollen, painful sight. Dawson returned the flogger to his bag and extracted the large, red candle he carried with him.
“What's that for?” Tania asked in between sobs.
“Have you never been waxed before?”
“N…n…no. Does it hurt?”
“Probably, but then again you have got to learn submission and if you can't do it the easy way, we have to resort to pain.”
“I can learn, honest. What do you want me to do? I'll do it, honest.”
“In a moment. First this.”
Dawson lit the candle. Cari was now sitting forward on the sofa, watching intently as the master of pain carried on his mission of torture. He waited for the wax to start melting, until a little pool of red liquid had formed in the top of the candle. Then he held the candle six inches above Tania's left breast and slowly tilted it. The liquid wax dripped from the end of the candle and landed on her breast just above the areola.
“Arrggghhh,” Tania moaned. She increased the volume of her complaint as more wax landed on her tortured flesh, burning her as it cooled on contact. The wax flowed downward, over the areola until it covered her nipple.
“Arggghhhh,” she continued to moan loudly as the wax flowed past her nipple and covered the rest of her areola. When it looked like it would drip off the end of her breast, Dawson raised the candle. He moved sideways and tilted it over her right breast. As Tania gasped loudly, the wax flowed until it had covered her right breast tissue, clinging to the flesh as it semi-burned it on contact.
“Nice,” said Dawson when he'd finished. “Now, that's the heat over with for now. We'll leave that to set while we set you your next task. If you're good we'll scrape it off cold, but if you fail, we'll heat it up to get it off you.”
“I'll be good, honest.” Tania was still crying, but now determined she would do whatever Dawson wanted her to do, rather than experience more pain.
“I rather hope d you would. Now, Cari over there is getting a mite bit aroused at what's going on, aren't you, Cari?”
“Mmm,” Cari replied, a little unsure what Dawson was expecting.
“Cari, why don't you strip off. Tania here is going to give you some pleasure now. If she doesn't, then you can punish her.”
“Pleasure,” said Cari. As she stood up, she peeled the tee-shirt away from her firm, athletic body, revealing a tattoo of a heart on her left shoulder. He cut-offs descended to the floor, followed by her knickers. She stood there, totally naked. “What do you want me to do?”
“Lie back down on the sofa and open your legs.” As he spoke, Dawson began untying Tania. He removed the rope under her breasts and then the rope holding her upper arms behind her back. Finally he removed the handcuffs.
“Right, Tania, you are going to take off your nightdress and G-string, bend over the edge of the sofa and give your friend a good tonguing in her cunt.”
“Wh…what?” Said Tania.
“Bend over the sofa…”
“Yes, I heard, but I didn't think I would have to submit to her.” Tania almost spat out the last word, though she removed the nightdress as she spoke.
“Why not?”
“She's a woman.”
“Very true, but a real submissive will submit to anything. Now, do it, or you will have to take further punishment. And make sure you satisfy Cari, or she will punish you afterwards.”
“Okay.”
Cari was positively drooling at the prospect of having her best friend give her oral sex and she opened her fully-shaved pussy all the wider.
Dawson, for his part, was getting erect again, just admiring her firm, athletic body and her pouting cunt. Tania lifted herself gingerly off the chair, walked to the end of the sofa and bent over it, lowering her head between Cari's legs.
“You'll have to move up a bit, I can't quite reach you,” Tania moaned. By way of response, Cari shifted her bottom a foot down the sofa so that her crotch was within easy reach of Tania's mouth and, more excitingly, her tongue.
“Now tongue fuck her,” Dawson said. He was still divested of his own pants and he walked over to get a closer look at the action. “Go on, bury your head in her cunt and stick your tongue right up the hole.” Dawson reached out and forced Tania's head down into the middle of Cari's hairless sex.
“Is she tonguing you?” Dawson asked Cari.
“Mmm, deep and lovely.”
“Good, well you keep her head in place. Put your hand on top of it and guide her as you wish to give you the sensations and pleasure you want.”
Dawson removed his own hand and watched as Cari took over.
“Go on, Tania, feel all around my tight hole with your tongue. That's it – oh yes, that's so good.” Cari started to move her hips as her arousal increased. All the time she guided Tania's head to give her the level of penetration she wanted.
Suddenly Tania froze. Her tongue stopped moving in the same instant as she felt the heat of Dawson 's cock as it pushed against the crack between her buttocks. He was pushing her into the armrest of the sofa and pinioned as she was with him behind her and her head being forced into Cari's crotch, she could do little to protest.
“God!” She thought silently, “his cock is huge.”
Cari was demanding more movement, calling out for it verbally, threatening Tania with a caning if she didn't oblige. The threats sounded as if Cari was close to her own orgasm but Tania could not be sure she would not endure the caning if she failed to please, so she began the tongue probing again.
Behind her, Dawson was taking aim. With his hands on Tania's hips, he had prised open her buttocks just far enough to see her tightly sphinctered anus. She had obviously not been taken like that before and Dawson knew she would howl with pain when he entered her. His cock was lubricated with gel and he lined it up. Positioned where he wanted to be, he began to push harder. At first Tania resisted him, clenching her buttocks instinctively to keep the invader at bay. Then, as the muscle at the entrance to her anus gave way, Dawson plunged into her, causing Tania to gasp loudly, even though her mouth was pressed against Cari's labia.
Cari was panting loudly now as her orgasm approached. Dawson stroked his cock rhythmically in and out of Tania's anus. On the withdrawal part of the stroke, Dawson noticed the faint streak of blood. Evidently he had torn her anus when he had violated her. It only excited him more. It excited him further when he detected the scent of Cari's own orgasm. She gasped loudly as her climax made her body shudder violently. At the same time, she ejaculated, her clear liquid dribbling out of her body onto the sofa and into Tania's mouth.
“Swallow it,” Cari ordered as her climax subsided.
“I am,” mumbled Tania. A few moments later Cari released Tania's head and she raised it slightly.
“Was that good for you?” Tania enquired, as the powerful thrusting motion in her arse began to attract more of her attention.
“Yes, not bad, for a beginner, but I think you are going to need some more practice when Robert is away.”
“I thought you'd say that.”
“So you will agree to it?”
“Of course. I don't want Mr Dawson coming back here again, not after tonight. Ow,” Tania cried out.
Dawson was near to his own climax and his pumping actions had taken on a new force. Now, his body was bashing into Tania's bright red, swollen buttocks. Suddenly it was happening. His cock twitched, jerked with the first signs of his explosion and then, a moment later, he spurted his seed deep into Tania's arse. As he spurted, he plunged his cock as far into the woman as he could manage. It was this force that caused Tania to gasp loudly again.
Five minutes later, Dawson had cleaned himself up. Cari was sat on the sofa, still naked, and the naked Tania was pacing the room, her buttocks too painful to sit on.
”God my arse hurts,” she kept moaning.
“You should have relaxed and taken me more willingly. Still, you will learn to do that for Robert, won't you?”
“Yes, though it may take a while.”
“Well, I am sure that Cari will contact me if there is any problems in the future, won't you , Cari?”
“Of course, and also if she doesn't please me as well.” Cari smirked at the thought of the power she now held over her long term friend.
Dawson stood up to go.
“One final thing, Cari, Tania hasn't had an orgasm this evening yet. I leave you now but it is down to you to make your friend cum. Tania will call me tomorrow if you don't do to her what you made her do to you. If I get that call it will be your turn to have a sore arse. Night all.”
Dawson turned and let himself out of the basement flat, smiling to himself as he walked away and wondering whether he would hear from Tania in the morning. He half hoped he would, for it would allow him to get to grips with Cari's firm, athletic body.
The End
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