Stephanie's Submission

Stephanie's Submission

Part 3 – The First Lesson

By Rilawild

Jim stroked Stephanie's face as she knelt before him and smiled down at her. She was still revelling in her slutty behaviour, her arousal overriding her embarrassment.

“You have done well. Now, I think you need to get dressed, repair your make-up and we can go and get some hot food.”

This brought her back to reality. She realised that she we kneeling naked in a gazebo, only a few insignificant feet from a party. Stephanie's blush returned and she reached quickly for her dress, almost expecting Jim to stop her and force her to return to the party naked, but he was true to his words and she was able to get dressed again – albeit still with no underwear.

Stephanie did her best to repair her make-up and brush out her long hair, but as she looked in her compact all she could see was a wanton slut. She wasn't sure though whether that was just because she felt like a wanton slut. ‘Will everyone see a slut or just a flushed girl?'

“I know that you enjoyed that.” He stated it, as if there could be no dispute. “You will come to this address tomorrow evening at seven o'clock.” He pressed a folded piece of paper into her hand, and continued. “You know what to wear or rather what not to wear.”

‘Oh, oh, he's not finished with me.' Stephanie mind span wondering what else he would ask her to do, but all she said was, “Yes, y-yes I do.”

They returned to the party, but Stephanie couldn't concentrate. Thoughts about what she'd done, what he'd ‘forced' her to do, and what might be in store for her the following evening ran through her mind. ‘I can't believe how turned on I was, I let him strip me and photograph me. How could I have been so stupid?'

She tried to talk with some of her friends, but found herself too pre-occupied, glancing over to Jim where he stood chatting with Ben. Eventually, when she decided that she could politely leave, she thanked her hosts and forced herself to walk calmly back to her car – her mind was screaming at her to run.

Once again, during the next day at work she was almost constantly on edge, waiting for Samantha to say or do something that would prove that Jim had told her about what she had done. And once again, she was relieved to find that Samantha's behaviour seemed completely normal.

She'd told herself that she didn't need to go to Jim's place, that it was her choice, and yet here she was sitting in her car outside the address on the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. She had considered defying him, seeing if he would go through with his hinted threat and show the pictures to her friends. In the end though she knew that she'd have to go, she told herself that it was because of his threatened blackmail, but she wasn't sure that that was true. She found that she was excited by the prospect of an evening with him after the intense pleasure he'd brought her the previous day.

Even so she'd found her own small way to defy him. He'd made it clear that she was not to wear underwear, and so she'd left that off. However, she'd worn jeans and thick top instead of the dress that he'd no doubt intended her to wear.

She'd arrived and parked just before seven, but she couldn't gather the courage to approach the house. A couple of times she'd opened her car door and then closed it again. She'd also started her engine, fully intending to drive home and forget all about it, but here she was still sitting looking at the house. Five minutes passed, then ten, and then at last, at twenty past seven, she knocked on the door.

He kept her waiting for what seemed to Stephanie like ages, but it was only actually a couple of minutes before he opened the door. He looked her up and down, a small frown forming on his face. Stephanie immediately realised that jeans had been a bad idea and she might pay for that mistake later. Jim stepped back and allowed her to step into the hallway.

“Now then slut. I am disappointed. I explicitly said seven o'clock, not twenty-five past! Very disappointing.” Stephanie realised she was staring down at the floor, he was making her feel like a naughty schoolgirl. ‘He should feel guilty, not me,' but she couldn't bring herself to look up into his eyes.

“And your clothes leave a lot to be desired. A slut like you should always wear a dress or skirt, jeans are so unbecoming. Well, we'll soon solve that problem. Strip!”

“What? Here?” Stephanie was stunned, ‘he can't possibly be serious – I thought I'd at least get to his bedroom first.' She realised that she knew she'd strip, and she knew that she'd let him fuck her – but this order, whilst she was still in the hallway, has knocked her off balance.

“Yes. It's your first rule. Whenever you enter my home, you are to undress completely in the hallway. You can put your clothes in this box and your shoes here.” He showed her what to do. “You must earn the right to wear clothes.”

Stephanie, still a little stunned, but feeling her arousal building all the time, gripped the bottom of her pullover and lifted it. She knew she should turn around and leave, but instead she exposed her breasts to her tormentor. She folded it neatly and placed it in the box. She was trying to portray a calm façade, but that was all it was: a façade. Inside, her heart was beating rapidly and she knew that her skin was flushed. She removed her shoes and placed them where Jim had indicated. Her socks were next joining her pullover in the box. Finally, she unfastened her jeans, pulled down the zip and pushed them down passed her hips.

Even though he'd seen her naked before, and more, she still felt embarrassed to be stripping for him in his hallway. When her jeans were finally folded in the box she found the courage to look at him, expectantly.

“Now, down on your hands and knees and follow me – you've wasted enough time already.” He was very terse. He turned quickly on his heel and walked away. Stephanie, knowing that she couldn't back out now, got down on the floor and began to follow him. ‘I am in an stranger's house, naked and crawling behind him. O-oh, it's so sexy. I can just feel that my pussy is so wet. I hope that he fucks me soon.' She felt ashamed at her wantonness.

The room to which he led her was a living area. Jim sat down on a large sofa and beckoned her to kneel in front of him.

“Before we begin, we need to address your lateness. You were twenty-five minutes late.”

“It was only twenty minutes.” She protested weakly – she found that kneeling naked in front of a fully dressed man meant that she couldn't get any strength into her voice. She was the same person who in the office could face customers and made tough decisions, but here and now she couldn't seem to find those qualities, they had disappeared with her clothes.

Jim frowned again, “Don't make it worse for yourself. My watch said seven twenty-five when I opened the door, so it's twenty-five minutes late!”

Stephanie could only nod, she knew that no matter what she said it would make no difference. She was nervous though about where this was all going.

“When I told you to be here at seven, I meant seven. I think I need to reinforce that I am serious about the instructions I give you. Climb up here and lay over my lap, you deserve to be spanked.”

“No!” Stephanie exclaimed, before she realised what she said. Her heart was in her throat and she was rooted to the spot.

“Now slut! Get yourself here!” Jim snapped and pointed to his lap, giving her a stern look.

She crawled forward. Stephanie felt her intense embarrassment as she lay herself where he indicated. She'd never been spanked before and had no idea what to expect. She was staring into the unknown and that frightened her a little.

She almost leap off Jim's lap when he laid his hand on bottom, but it wasn't a smack, it was a gentle caress.

“Good girl, take your punishment, learn your lesson and it will be all alright.” His voice had taken on a soothing tone and Stephanie felt some relief. He wasn't such as fierce beast after all. As he stroked her buttocks he told her about the punishment he was going to mete out.

“Twenty-five minutes equals twenty-five spanks”, ‘oh my, I can't take that!' , “on each cheek, a total of fifty” Stephanie groaned. “You are to count each smack.”

Smack!

The suddenness of the strike made her jump and her hands leapt back to protect her sore bum.

“Say it, or it won't count” he ordered, and she forced herself to say “One”.

“Now I know it's difficult but you have to take your punishment like a good girl. You do want to be a good girl don't you? Take you hands away and hold them in front of you.” He gently lifted her hands away from her smarting bottom. She did as she was told and placed them on the sofa under her head.

Jim returned to caressing her buttock, stroking away the pain that was already dulling.

Smack!

Another strike landed, this time on her other cheek.

“Two,” Stephanie reluctantly announced. Again he caressed her burning buttock, soothing the pain away.

Smack! “Three”. Stroke.

Smack! “Four”. Caress.

The spanking continued. Stephanie found the burning pain increasing in intensity as he struck her again and again. The caresses though, ranging across her whole bottom, lower back and upper thighs, brought about another feeling as it fuelled her arousal, the pain failing to dampen her building desire.

By the time he was half way through the punishment, his post strike caresses were dipping between her widening thighs and beginning to stroke her wet sex.

Smack! “T-t-twenty-eight”. Stroke, “Ummmm.” Stephanie couldn't help herself moaning now as his fingers sought out her aroused clitoris.

As he passed the forty mark, she was in a haze of intense feelings. Her count now hardly distinguishable from her moaning. He was now spanking her with his left hand whilst his right was constantly rubbing against her slick clitoris and labia.

She almost didn't realise that it was over after she'd moaned out, “fifty”. Jim's right hand continued to masturbate her as his left began to caress the reddened cheeks of her bottom. Stephanie was building now towards a powerful orgasm, bucking away on his lap, writhing under his touch.

“Good girl, good girl. Now cum for me, cum for me,” and she did. She let out a throaty groan as her body stiffened. It was fantastic, she'd only ever dreamed of such a wonderful orgasm. Afterwards, he continued to stroke her, keeping her sensitive flesh aroused as she recovered.

“You're such a good little slut, you took your punishment and you came wonderfully for me.” For some reason this praise made Stephanie feel proud; it was great that she'd pleased Jim after he'd been angry for her being late. He continued to pet her, though now his fingers no longer dipped in and out of her wet pussy, he was just stroking her, calming her.

“Okay girl, now I want you to stand up and get into the position you had in the gazebo: hands clasped behind your neck, elbows wide, feet shoulder-width apart.” As she got into the embarrassing position, he stood up and walked behind her. Stephanie began to turn her head to watch him. “Face forward. I didn't tell you to turn around.” She snapped her head back, a blush spreading over her cheeks. ‘Will he punish me again for that?'

He brushed something hard and thin against her sore bottom as he approached her from behind. Jim circled around her, the object being used to stroke her skin brought a tingle and raised goosebumps. When he was in front of her, she could see that he had a baton or rod in his hand, at its end was a flap of leather.

“This is a riding crop,” he told her. “If you are disobedient again, I might use this to administer your punishment.” Stephanie paled at the thought of the crop striking her bum. “Today however, I will be using it to provide an incentive and encouragement. Do as I say and I will not need to bend you over the back of a chair and further punish your cute little red bottom.”

“The position you are standing in I call ‘Inspection'. Whenever I tell you that I want you positioned for ‘Inspection' you are to assume this position. In it I have clear access to your breasts,” he raised the crop and used its end to gentle stroke around the globes and finally brushed the tip over her engorged nipples. “Your raised arms lift them beautifully.” The description of how he could inspect her body drove home to her how exposed she was.

“I can inspect you face. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

‘Oh, it's like he's inspecting an animal, looking in a horse's mouth to check that its teeth are OK and its tongue a good colour.' She didn't want to be cropped though and so she did open her mouth and push out her tongue.

“Good girl. You look lovely.” His praise at her submissive behaviour made her blush again and caused a lovely warm feeling to spread out from her pussy to her belly.

“Now keep your tongue out as I explain further.” Stephanie realised that with her tongue out she couldn't speak to challenge him. ‘It's almost as if I am gagged.'

He moved behind her. “And of course your beautiful bottom is available for me to spank if you are naughty.” She tensed expecting a stroke of the crop, but instead he just used its tip once again to stroke her abused skin.

Jim returned to stand in front of her and brought the crop to rest on her inner thigh. Stephanie felt her legs begin to tremble at the prospect of where the crop would go next. She was not disappointed and it began its journey slowly up her leg towards her crotch. She looked up at his face and found her eyes locked on his.

“With your legs separated like this, I have access to your cunt.” As he said this the crop ended its passage and came to rest right on her vagina. “I can inspect you to find out how wet and hungry your little pussy is.” She knew that she was soaking down there and that he knew it too.

“Rub yourself again the crop,” he told her. “Show me how much your hungry cunt needs to be touched.” Stephanie twitched her hips slightly and pushed herself onto the crop, feeling it move against her wetness. She twisted a little so that she could rub her hard clitoris across it and let out a gasp through her opened mouth.

“Yes that's it,” he encouraged her and she started to hump back and forth on the stick as he pushed it up against her. Stephanie could feel herself beginning to rise once more towards an orgasm. Her pace quickened. She knew that she must make an amazing sight: standing naked, legs spread, fucking a riding crop with her mouth open and her tongue out.

She was moving faster now, her inhibitions completely abandoned as she reached for the climax. Just as she was about to get there Jim removed the crop. Stephanie moaned and she made a move, obviously to bring her hand down to finish herself off, but he stopped her with his command: “Stand still! I didn't give you permission to move – keep your hands where they are.”

A despondent Stephanie returned her hand behind her head.

“When you are in my house you will only cum when I decide. Do you understand?”

‘No, please,' Stephanie wanted to say. However, panting with her desire, she nodded an answer, almost imperceptibly.

“Do you understand?” He asked again. “Speak up.”

“Y-y-yes.”

“You will address me as ‘Sir'.” His voice was firm and strong, the complete opposite of the trembling and quiet voice of the naked woman in front of him.

“Y-yes… S-sir.” Stephanie managed to get it out eventually. Her breathing was still ragged and her heart pounding in her ears. She knew that she'd taken another step, but another step in which direction?

“Good girl,” Jim said again and Stephanie found that she was glad that she'd pleased him again.

“Now then, kneel down, knees spread wide apart, shoulders back and your hands clasped behind your back.”

Stephanie, still trembling and burning with arousal from her denied orgasm, got back down on the floor, adopting the humiliating position. She could feel that her spread legs meant that her pussy lips were open and her cunt juice was almost flowing out of her.

“This is to be your normal position. Whenever I haven't specifically told you to do something, you will adopt this. It's the position you should take up when I tell you to kneel.”

‘Oh no, he can't be serious. This game is going far too far. I just want to cum. I need to cum. When will he get down and fuck me properly?'

“Good, I think you're beginning to get it, though a little slowly. Perhaps you're not as much a hopeless case as I originally thought.” She felt a pang, wasn't she doing her best, how could he expect anyone to do better?

“Okay, now I think we'll try the next position. Turn around, and place you head on the floor, face to the side. Lift your bum, keep your knees spread apart.” He waited for her to shuffle around and try to get into position. With the crop he tapped her legs wider apart than she thought she'd be able to do. “Now you are to reach back and pull apart your ass cheeks. You are to display yourself to me. Arch your back more. That's it.”

Stephanie felt more embarrassed than she'd ever felt. Forcing her to spread her bum cheeks was the icing on the cake of her humiliation.

“This is the ‘Present' position. You are presenting your lovely cunt and ass to me to show me how happy you are to submit yourself before me, ready to be used as I see fit.”

“As you get accustomed to these positions I might add more. Now kneel.”

It took Stephanie a few moments to realise that he meant her to get back on her knees. She put her hands down and got onto her hands and knees. After turning around she rose up, spread her knees and put her hands behind her back as she'd been instructed.

“That was pathetic. When I tell you to kneel you are get in to position quickly, not spend a few minutes thinking about it and then lazily and sloppily do it!” He seemed angry and Stephanie shrank back. “Get your back straight, push out your tits and get those knees further apart.” He tapped her legs with the crop to show that she had to get them wider.

She tried her best, spreading her legs painfully apart, ‘He can't expect me to get them any wider, I'd have to dislocate my hips to get them further.' She straightened and trust out her naked breasts, her hard nipples pointing straight at Jim.

“Well I suppose that's a little better. It's clear that you need more practice. A lot more practice.”

He looked at her critically for a few moments. He walked around her once and then stood looking at her again.

Stephanie felt herself shrinking under his strong gaze; she couldn't speak.

“Inspection”.

The new order was sudden, but this time she leapt to her feet and took up the position as quickly as she could. He used the crop to indicate how she should hold herself: elbows a little further back, chin up, and as ever, legs wider apart.

Jim then started to get her to move between the positions, using the crop to teach her how he wanted her. Training her to adopt each position quickly and without thought when he ordered it. She felt strange. It was embarrassing to be made to perform like a trained animal, but she knew that her cunt was pouring with her juices. She was incredibly excited. She'd never felt this way, not even in her wildest fantasies or on-line liaisons. She desperately needed to cum and each new instruction drove her to new heights of passion. Every caress of the crop brought a new sensation and he knew exactly where to touch her to bring the most intense ones. A stroke on the side of her breast, lightly touching her inner thigh, a caress on her buttock and of course when she was in ‘Present' a slight tap or caress right on her pussy as she held her cheeks apart.

He worked her hard and she was soon slick both with sweat and pussy juices.

It was in ‘Present' that he eventually left her.

“You have been a good girl. Perhaps next time I will photograph you in each position, to add to the ones I took yesterday. You'd like that wouldn't you?”

“Yes, y-yes sir.” Stephanie wasn't sure whether she was just saying this because it was expected of her or because she did actually want to be photographed. The thought of her nude body being photographed and then the photos being distributed to anyone and everyone really turned her on. She knew that it could seriously damage her life and relationships, but she didn't care, she was so excited. At that moment he could lead her naked down the high street and she wouldn't complain, if only she could have another orgasm.

She felt him behind her, and then his hand touched her. She heard him give a little laugh to himself as he felt how amazingly wet she was, how hot and ready she was. He caressed her cunt allowing her to rock back and forth fucking herself against his palm, moaning. He moved closer. His hand was withdrawn and she let out a plaintive groan, “please...”

Then she felt him again, but now he was sliding his cock against her sex. Stephanie let out a satisfied sigh as he pushed himself into her. He was fucking her properly at last! He began to thrust into her eager and willing cunt. He gripped her hips and began to pump in and out. She was in seventh heaven. Stephanie was up on her elbows now, arching her back and fucking him back enthusiastically.

He quickened his pace and reached under her to grasp her dangling tits. A throaty moan escaped her mouth as he took possession of her nipples.

She was getting close, all the action of the last hour had got to her. Stephanie just hoped that Jim would last long enough for her to reach her peak. Then, as if he'd read her mind, he let go of her tits and slid his hand down between her legs. As he thrust into her, he squeezed her clitoris between his first and third fingers. Stephanie was ready to explode then and there, but it was on his next thrust that he used his middle finger to flick her sensitive, captured, button. Then Stephanie erupted, her orgasm washing over her and gripping her in an uncontrollable spasm. Her pussy contracted around Jim's cock and he came as well.

Stephanie felt him pouring into her and he fucked her for another few strokes before his softening cock slipped out of her. He kept strumming her clitoris, prolonging her orgasm, pushing her on and on.

“You did very well slut. You have pleased me greatly,” he said, and then perhaps mischievously he finished, “I might just keep you.”

All Stephanie could do was shudder through another orgasm.