A DEMONSTRATION IN TEENAGE OBEDIENCE

Chapter 1 Hounded Into Submission

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             *** A DEMONSTRATION IN TEENAGE OBEDIENCE ***

                            by gautam_master

               *** WARNING *** WARNING *** WARNING ***

The following story depicts very explicit acts of cruel discipline and

sexual abuse inflicted upon mature (16-19) teenage girls. It is

entirely fictional, and is intended solely for the personal amusement

of adults over the age of 21 who have expressed an interest in such

material. It is in no way to be considered an endorsement by the author

of the actual commitment of such acts as those described. If you are

offended by material of this sort, then by all means DON'T READ IT!

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Chapter 1 "Hounded Into Submission"

"Ok Melissa, pull up your slip and show Paul your pussy."

The command, given to pretty sixteen year old Melissa Andrews by her father

Dave, was not one a girl her age would normally expect to hear. But then

Dave was not exactly a normal father. For him the most important trait in a

female, especially a young daughter, was obedience. Absolute.

Unquestioning. Immediate. Failure to give it earned punishment.

The punishments Melissa and her eighteen year old sister Sharon had

received while growing up had been bad enough. Neither could remember a

time when they weren't constantly being ordered to bend over and bare for

the cane, paddle, or strap. Then last summer he'd sent them away to the

notorious Hackmoore Girl's Disciplinary Academy for even harsher training.

It had been a three month nightmare of pain and sexual abuse, all requested

by, approved, and carefully photo-documented for their father's benefit.

And now here he was trying to talk his best friend Paul Winslow into

sending HIS daughter Cindy off to the very same school, supposedly to cure

her "stubborn willfulness". And to better make his point he intended to use

poor Melissa as an example.

The three of them were in the living-room of Dave's house. The two men were

seated on the couch. Melissa was standing in front of them. She'd been

ordered to dress in her "discipline slip" for the occasion. It was a plain

white satin slip, slit down the back and tied closed with ribbons.

Additional ribbons formed the straps over the shoulders. This allowed the

garment to be removed easily over bound hands and feet.

"Quickly now. Don't embarrass me in front of Paul." her father commanded.

Blushing deeply, Melissa raised the hem of her slip a scant couple of

inches. The way her lithe young thighs were pressed together all Paul could

see was the very top of her cleft, but even that was enough to make his

cock throb suddenly to life. Like Dave he was into harsh discipline and had

a thing for pretty teenage girls. He'd often admired Dave's two young

daughters, but until now he'd never imagined his friend would actually make

them show off their sexual charms to him. He hoped he wasn't dreaming.

Dave was not impressed by Melissa's efforts. "You can do better than that,"

he snapped in disgust. "Show it right!"

Melissa gulped. Her father's tone of voice was unmistakable. Behave or get

punished. She immediately jerked the him up to her waist and spread her

legs wide. Her blush this time was a bright scarlet. Dave was the first to

break the long, admiring silence that followed. He winked at Paul, a

message to play along. "Well, what do you think?"

Paul response was carefully casual. "Very pretty. I like the way the pink

inner lips peek out around the edges of her slit. Her clit also stands out

nicely. If I were you I'd make her keep it shaved off like it is now.

Dave nodded thoughtfully. "Thanks for the suggestion. I will."

They continued to look for another couple of minutes before Dave asked,

"Ready for the flip side?" Paul managed to tear his eyes away long enough

to reply, "Sure!"

"Ok Melissa. Turn slowly, and keep your legs spread this time! That's it.

All the way around. Ok, stop. Now pull that slip up under your arms and

bend over. No, all the way down. Hands on the floor. Feet a little wider.

Wider damnit! That's better. Now arch your spine, stick out your ass, and

hold it. That's fine."

This time Paul's dick wanted to rip right up out of his pants. Never had he

seen a girl so fully exposed. Her pert little round buns yawed wide open,

the cleft between them reduced to a shallow grove. Her bare sex gaped

helplessly, its every inner secret fully revealed to his lustful gaze. If

she opened her mouth he was sure he could see daylight. "Not bad, hunh,"

Dave asked with just a bit of fatherly pride. "Imagine having Cindy trained

to do this."

Paul cleared his throat, which for some reason had gone suddenly dry.

"Uh... yeah. Not bad at all." He leaned forward for a closer look. "That

sure is a tiny little cunthole. She must be real tight."

Dave grinned. "As a cat's ass. But that ain't nothing compared to her butt.

Virgin tight and tender as hell. After what happened to her at that school

she hates even having it touched."

Paul looked puzzled. "Oh? What was that?"

Dave's reply was a little embarrassed. "Well, actually it's kind of my

fault. The people at the school have this special treatment that's supposed

to tone up the ass muscles. You know, make 'em nice and firm so they don't

get stretched out of shape. It's a kind of chair with a little metal prong

about the size of your thumb sticking up from the seat. They run a current

through it to make the muscles clench. Kind'a painful, especially if it

goes on for very long. Anyway, when I filled out the forms I checked the

box for "maximum". I didn't know that meant they'd spend a whole day on

that prong, getting the shit shocked out of them."

"Oh." It was all Paul could think of to say.

Paul was so busy admiring the view that he hardly noticed when Dave got up

and walked out of the room. When he returned he was leading a very large

Great Dane on a leash. It was Butch, the family pet. "Okay," he said with a

flourish, "time to demonstrate sexual responsiveness." He turned to his

young daughter. "On your hands and knees kid, forehead to the floor, and

spread 'em wide."

Melissa took one look at the huge dog and panicked. She fell to her knees.

"Oh no Daddy! Please don't make me do it! Not the dog! Not in front of Mr.

Winslow! PLEASEEE!!!!"

Dave's face darkened. "You have just earned yourself one whipping for

disobedience, and one extra one for misbehaving in front of a guest. Both

will be QUITE severe. Now get it up here!"

With a sob of despair Melissa did as she was told. Head down and ass up,

her knees spread wide, her shaved sex gaped in open invitation. Dave

unhooked the dogs leash and said, "Go boy!"

The hound bounded over the girl in two steps. He apparently had done this

before because he went immediately to her plump cleft and started lapping.

Dave returned to the couch to watch the show.

"I think it's interesting to note that Melissa would rather die than show

sexual response to a dog," Dave commented casually. "Especially in front of

another man. She'll do everything in her power to resist the sensations.

She will of course be unable to, thanks to all those special female

hormones and stimulants the school treated her with. She has less control

now over her orgasm than she has over breathing. But she'll still try."

Dave was right. Poor little Melissa never had a chance. First her fists

clenched. Then her hips began to wriggle. She bit her lip to try to stifle

the moans. The dog was winning. Finally when she knew all was lost she

buried her face in her hands and let the spasms take her, her hips

thrusting helplessly against the probing tongue. It went on for a long

time.

"Damn it Melissa! Back into position!" Dave snapped. "I didn't say you

could get up."

Melissa's tear streaked face turned toward her father. "B... but..."

"That makes three whippings you've got coming," Dave hissed. "Now get that

little ass of yours back in position!"

The second one was even worse. Her sex was already wet, swollen, and

excruciatingly sensitive from her previous orgasm. She writhed and moaned

and sobbed in helpless frustration at the brutally intense sensations

streaming up from between her widely parted thighs. The outcome was

inevitable. She wailed helplessly as the second set of spasms shook her.

Nor did it stop there. Melissa looked up at her father, her eyes pleading.

He just grinned. She was cumming for the forth time when her mother walked

in.

Ann Andrews shook her head and just smiled at the sight of her daughter and

the dog on the floor. She walked over to her husband and kissed him hello.

"Hi sweetheart," she said cheerfully. "Why hello Paul."

"Uh... Hi Ann," he replied, his voice betraying his nervousness. He was

unsure of how the mother would react to the blatant sexual abuse of her

sixteen year old daughter. She just smiled. "I see you boys are having a

good time."

Paul colored slightly and looked uncomfortable. Dave nodded with boyish

enthusiasm. "You bet. I was just showing Paul the benefits of sending his

daughter off to that girl's training school. Melissa is helping. Oops!

There she goes again."

Three pairs of eyes turned to watch Melissa clutch the carpet and gurgle

into another long series of spasms. When they finally passed Ann said,

"Well, I hate to break up the show but we've got to be at the Henderson's

in half an hour for bridge club."

Dave looked thunderstruck. "Oh SHIT! I forgot all about it. And I didn't

even call the baby sitter." He glanced around wildly, his eyes falling on

his friend. "Paul! You've got to help me. Stay with the girls for a few

hours while we go out. How about it?"

Paul hesitated, unsure of how to handle this sudden turn of events. "Uh...

I don't know Dave. I'm not much of a baby sitter." Behind them Melissa

suddenly cried out in the throes of yet another orgasm. No one could

remember whether it was her fifth or sixth. Dave paused, thinking. He

caught his wife's eye. "Could you excuse us for a minute dear? Man talk."

When she was gone Dave pulled Paul aside and said, "Listen chum, I can see

by the bulge in your pants that you're just dying to get at that cute

little piece of teenage ass over there on the floor. Lord knows she's all

warmed up for it." Behind them Melissa moaned as if in confirmation. "And

believe me I don't mind. We'll be gone for hours. Fuck her all you want."

It was tempting. Damn tempting. The problem was that deep down inside Paul

still just couldn't believe Dave really meant what he was saying. Dave

squeezed his arm. "Even better, give her those three whippings I promised

her. There's all sorts of canes and ropes and things down in the basement.

Her sister Sharon's already down there, tied up over the trestle. I was

planning to demonstrate a good old fashioned ass whipping for you after we

finished with Melissa."

Paul wavered. "Well..."

Dave sighed. "Ok, if it makes you feel any better I'll tell you what we'll

do. We'll make a deal. A gentlemen's agreement so to speak. That way it'll

be fair for everybody."

"What kind of deal?" Paul asked suspiciously.

"You're going to send your daughter Cindy off to the same school my two

went to, right?"

There was no question about that one. Paul had seen more than enough to

convince him of the school's merits. He nodded.

"And when she gets back she'll be just as well trained as mine are."

"I suppose so," Paul replied cautiously.

"So here's the agreement. You can do anything you want to my two daughters

tonight. And I do mean ANYTHING! As long as I get to do the same things to

your daughter some night after she gets back. That way we both know it

won't get too far out of hand."

Paul thought about it. A smile played slowly over his lips. "You know,

Cindy has been a real pain in the ass lately. Protecting her precious hide

from you won't be much of a deterrent. In fact it'll probably have the

opposite effect."

Dave shrugged. "That's her problem. Deal?"

Paul nodded. "Deal?"

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To Obey

by gautam_master

Chapter 2 "Getting A Buzz On"

The two of them hurriedly stripped off Melissa's slip and carried her

downstairs to the basement. As promised her eighteen year old sister Sharon

was already down there, bent naked over the trestle, her pert little ass

reared high. She was gagged, which prevented a lot of unnecessary

questions. She was obviously shocked to see to see the two men carrying her

naked, sobbing younger sister into the room.

They threw Melissa down on a large four poster bed, spread-eagled her face

up, and cuffed her wrists and ankles to posts in each corner. A thick

pillow shoved under her ass elevated her hips. Conveniently placed cranks

allowed them to draw her body bowstring taut. When they were done her red,

swollen cleft gaped helplessly skyward.

"You should find everything you need in one of those lockers," Dave said,

pointing to a row of four cabinets against the far wall. Don't hesitate to

use any of it." He looked pointedly over at his younger daughter's cruelly

elevated midsection and winked. "Also don't hesitate to use it where you

think it'll do the most good."

Dave hurried out to get ready for bridge club, closing the basement door

behind him. Before leaving he assured Paul that it was totally soundproof.

Just to be sure he wasn't disturbed Paul threw the heavy inside bolt.

That done he began to take stock. Inside one large cabinet was every kind

of whip, paddle, strap, cane, and taws imaginable. Another cabinet yielded

a treasure trove of dildos and vibrators, some impossibly huge and heavily

spiked for girls the age of Sharon and Melissa. A third was full of bondage

devices. A forth held what looked like medical instruments and supplies,

heavy on the lubricants. Paul gleefully rubbed his hands together. He was

in business.

The first thing he looked for was an appropriate vibrating dildo for

Sharon. He found one that was over ten inches long and about as thick as

the girl's wrist. It had a dozen spiraling rows of short, pointy spikes

along it's length, and even better it was equipped with a heavy duty AC

powered vibration unit. Perfect. He picked it up along with a harness and a

jar of Vaseline.

It took almost ten minutes of pushing and shoving and twisting to get the

dildo buried to the hilt up Sharon's tight little hole. To Paul's delight

the poor youngster kicked and screamed the whole time, especially when the

spikes started digging into the drum-taut inner walls of her cunt walls. He

could actually see the little bumps moving up the bulge the dildo was

making in her groin.

He didn't really need the harness. There was no way the dildo was going to

come out on it's own. But buy putting it on and cinching it tight between

the girl's legs he ensured that the head of the phallus would remain

pressed hard up into the very back of her womb, no matter how violently she

bucked.

Sharon shook her head frantically when Paul held up the plug, her big brown

eyes pleading for mercy. The dildo already felt like it was splitting her

in two. Paul grinned, bent down, and shoved the prongs into a nearby wall

socket. Sharon tensed. Her eyes squeezed shut. She held her breath. Nothing

happened.

A minute later Paul was still scratching his head. He pulled the plug out

and tried the other socket. Still nothing. He walked around and looked at

the base of the dildo. Ah! There it was. A ring at the base of the dildo

with an arrow embossed on it. Above it, etched into the plastic shaft were

the words "OFF -- LOW -- MED -- HI -- MAX". Above that was the message:

CAUTION! Do NOT use maximum setting for more than 30 sec. at a time.

Intense discomfort may result.

The arrow pointed to "OFF". Paul twisted the ring until it pointed to

"LOW". The vibration unit kicked on and began to hum in a low, powerful way

that was entirely different from the usual battery operated unit. Sharon

squirmed and whimpered at the sudden new wave of sensation pouring up from

between her legs. She tugged at her bindings.

Paul had to admit that the sex hormones were wickedly effective. It took

less than a minute for Sharon's first orgasm to start. The moment it hit

her Paul twisted the ring to "MED" and the hum doubled in volume. So did

Sharon's strangled protests. She bucked and heaved and tugged uselessly at

her bindings as the blinding waves of pleasure/pain filled her young body.

It went on and on until she felt like she surely must faint. That's when

Paul twisted the ring to "HI".

The angry buzz cut through Sharon like a red hot poker. Her sex was already

sore and swollen from her just finished orgasm. The new assault was more

than she could take. She wailed helplessly, her hips bouncing in wild

abandon over the top of the trestle. Paul let her suffer for a good five

minutes before switching up one more notch to "MAX".

The dildo actually thrummed with power as its full potential was released

upon Sharon's helpless sex. If she hadn't been gagged her teeth would have

rattled. As it was it felt like a bare wire had been shoved up her cunt and

plugged in instead of a vibrator. She screamed. Again and again. Paul just

smiled, patted her on her wildly jerking ass, and walked off.

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