Originally posted to ASSM Feb 17, 2003


Brandi Learns A Lesson (Chapters 1, 2, and 3)(M/F, MF/F, F/F,
blkm, N/C, bd, spank, oral, anal)

By Rod Ramsey

The following story is fiction. It is intended for consenting
adults. It may contain any and all sexual perversions. If you
are offended by sex stories, you don't belong here. All
characters are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead is purely coincidental. This story takes place in
a fantasy world where STD's and unwanted pregnancies do not
exist. In this plane of existence most women are naturally
submissive bisexuals and men are well hung studs that can go all
night and cum several times a night. Like I said completely
fictitious.

This work is copyrighted 2003 by Rod Ramsey. License is given
for end user to make one copy for personal use, without
modification. No website or publisher that charges a fee for
access or distribution shall use this work without prior written
consent of the author. Free archives may store and distribute
this work, provided this disclaimer and copyright notice remains
attached. 

This is my first story attempt. If you like the story or have
constructive criticism please feel free to let me know at
rod_ramsey@yahoo.com. If you just want to flame me then FOAD.
I'll be wearing my asbestos undies anyway.



Brandi Learns A Lesson (M/f, MF/f, F/f, blkm, N/C, bd, spank,
oral, anal) By Rod Ramsey

Chapter 1 - Brandi Gets Caught

Michael looked up to the video screen when he heard the front
door chime. A familiar looking dark haired young woman had just
entered the shop. Carlie, his assistant was almost finished with
a customer, so he decided to let the woman browse and Carlie
could help her when she was finished. The young woman walked
over to the display of crystal figurines the shop had. Michael
watched her walk, trying to remember the face and where he knew
her from. Mike had a thing for attractive young women and he was
just about to go assist her himself when the woman, with a look
toward the counter, slipped one of the figurines into her purse.

"Damn, another fucking shoplifter," Mike said. The woman had
nonchalantly picked up a second figurine. "She wouldn't?" 

Mike hit the real time switch on the time-lapse recorder, he
wanted to get this. Into her purse the second piece went. Mike
walked into the front of the store and stood by the counter as
the girl headed out. Mike followed her out and gently took her
arm. 

"Excuse me miss, but I think you forgot to pay for some items.
Would you come with me?" He said, leading the startled girl back
into the store.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself," she said. "I can
pay for them, honest. It's just that the bank doesn't pay me
until next Friday."

The Bank, that's where he knew her from. "She's one of the
tellers, well she was anyway," Mike thought. Leading her into
the office he said, "The bank, a trusted employee of the town
bank shoplifting. What is this world coming too? You know they
will probably fire you when they find out you were arrested for
shoplifting. Let's have them." 

Mike held out his had as the girl reached into her purse for
the crystal figurines.

"Please, don't have me arrested. I can pay for them, really I
can," she replied with a whine.

"Sit," he said pointing to a metal chair. "What's your name?" 

"Brandi Webster, Sir." 

"What's your height and weight, Brandi?" Mike asked writing
down the information. 

"Five foot four inches, um, one hundred and ten pounds. Are you
sure we can't work this out?" 

"What's your age?" 

"Nineteen, I'll be twenty in September." 

"Humph, not even twenty and your going to jail. What's your
address?" Mike could see the tears welling up in her eyes. 

"Um, 280 Brookside, sir." Getting onto her knees the girl
begged, "Please, I'll do anything. My dad's on the City Council
and he'll kill me if I get arrested." The tears started. 

"Anything?" Mike asked, maybe he could have some fun. 

"Yes, anything. Just name it," the girl was looking at the
floor. 

"I have a video tape of you stealing. The bank will fire you
and daddy will kill you. Are you sure you mean anything?" 

"Uh hun, I'll do anything, I'll let you do anything. Just don't
have me arrested," She replied as tears poured down the girl's
face. 

"I can punish you?" 

"Yes Sir, anything, just don't have me arrested," The kneeling
girl plead. 

"Are you finished with work today?" Mike asked. 

"I'm on lunch. If I don't get back soon I'll be late." 

"What time do you get off tonight? 

"Six or Six-thirty, it depends on how busy we are and how
quickly I can balance my drawer."

Mike thought for a few seconds then said, "Give me your wallet.
Be here at seven, no later, or I'll call the police." 

"Yes Sir, thank you," the girl said handing Mike her wallet.


The rest of the afternoon Brandi fidgeted and squirmed. What
would the man at the clothing store demand of her. She wasn't
naive, he would probably want sex. Brandi knew that would work,
her last boyfriend had taught her how to deepthroat and said she
was the best at cocksucking. 


Mike had let Carlie go home at six, the shop closed at six-
thirty and he didn't expect any customers. He put out the
closed sign and went in the back to get things set up. Getting
the digital recorder set up took no time at all, hiding the four
color video cameras to get the shots he wanted took the better
part of a half-hour.  Brandi arrived just before seven, Mike
liked what he saw. She had changed from the bank uniform of blue
slacks and green sweater into a mid-length blue skirt, white
blouse and 3 inch pumps.

"Are you wearing pantyhose or stockings?" He asked, admiring
the view.

"Stockings, I hate pantyhose. Um, what did you have in mind?"
she inquired.

"I think we can start with a spanking. I take it you don't have
anywhere else to be tonight?" Pointing the girl to the back as
he lowered the blinds and locked the door. 

"A spanking? Shit! He was serious about punishing me," ran
through her mind.

"Can't we work something else out?" she asked.

"Oh, I think we'll work plenty out."

Sitting down in a high backed wooden chair, Mike patted his
knee. One camera hidden at seat height should get an excellent
shot of her rear end.

"Come over here and lay across my lap, facing the wall," he
instructed.

"Please don't do this," the girl plead. "I'll let you fuck me.
Just don't spank me." 

"I'll probably fuck you anyway. Now, would you like to see the
video of your crime, before I call the police?"

Taking small steps Brandi walked to the man's side and slowly
lowered herself over his knees. Mike pulled the girl up so her
thighs were against his leg. Flipping the skirt up over her
back, Mike whistled at her white panties with cute little pink
hearts. 

"Did you wear these for me?" he asked, plucking at the tight
material. 

"No. They were just what I wore to work today. I didn't expect
anyone to see them," the embarrassed young woman replied. 

Mike started to rub his hand on the girl's ass. "Very nice," he
thought, noticing the firmness of flesh and that the straps for
the garter were on the inside of the panties. Obviously the girl
had expected to remove the panties. Mike gave the girl a
tentative swat on her butt. When he got no reaction he started
the spanking in earnest. After five swats Brandi started to
whimper and on the seventh let out a quiet "Oww." Mike had just
reached ten when the girl started to squirm. 

Swat eleven brought a vocal, "Ouch, damn that hurts." Brandi
could feel Mike's cock, still restrained in his slacks, growing
larger against her belly. 

"Hold still or I'll start over," Mike responded with a quick
double swat. "Just seven more to go for the first round." Swats
fourteen, fifteen and sixteen were each accompanied with an
"Oww, OWW and OWW." Mike paused for a few seconds, rubbing the
girl's ass gently. Brandi was just starting to think it was over
when Mike gave the last three swats hard and fast. Brandi
tumbled to the floor as with the last stinging blow Mike pushed
her off his lap.

Brandi stood up rubbing her sore butt. "Can I go now?" she
asked. 

"Go? Goodness no, we're just getting started." With that Mike
turned on a CD, soft waltz music started to play, "Dance for
me," he ordered. 

Brandi started to sway her hip and move her feet slightly. She
knew he wanted sexy, but right now she didn't feel sexy. 

"You can do better than that," Mike said. 

"Uh, yeah if I had some decent music to dance to," Brandi shot
back. 

"Well let's see. My assistant likes to listen to this while she
cleans back here." Mike put a second CD on, this one was
definitely danceable. Britney Spears started to sing and Brandi
at least could dance to the music. Brandi swayed her hips and
wiggled her butt to the music. As she danced she closed her eyes
and instead of a dirty old man she pretended that she was
dancing for, Dino, the cute loan officer at the bank. Dino had
been the subject of Brandi's fantasies since he started two
weeks ago. Mike didn't care who she imagined, he had to see more
of that sexy young body. As the next song started he instructed
her to undress as she danced. A sexy little striptease just for
me. 

"I don't think so," said the still wiggling girl. 

"I could still call the cops and besides you offered to let me
fuck you. Remember?" 

"Oh, alright." 

It couldn't be too horrible to do a strip for this guy. Besides
she did offer to fuck him. Brandi thought about what the
strippers on TV shows did, bump and grind, as she slowly
unbuttoned her blouse. She started with the top two buttons then
the bottom two, leaving just the center buttoned, she turned her
back on Mike. Unbuttoning the last button, Brandi held the sides
together as she swayed back around. Hips flowing she flashed her
bra for the watching man before turning away once more. 

Looking over her shoulder she asked demurely, "Am I doing ok?" 

"Your doing fine. Turn around and let me see you." 

Instead Brandi slipped her blouse off her shoulders and swayed
her body back and forth. Still holding the blouse together
Brandi bump and grinded her way around to face Mike. Getting
into it more than she would like to admit, Brandi opened the
blouse and let it fall to he waist, held on by her wrists. She
wiggled her tasty looking tits at Mike and once more turning her
back, let the blouse fall. Reaching behind her Brandi unhooked
her bra, holding it up with arms crossed she turned to the
front. Completely unaware that three cameras were recording her
every move, Brandi peeled down the left side exposing the
nipple. She did a pirouette, so fast Mike caught just the
briefest glimpse of her nipple. All the time continuing to sway
back and forth, Brandi peeled down the right side and with both
nipples exposed turned. Mike was loving the show and watched
enthralled as Brandi dropped the bra, letting it join the
blouse. With a look that would do a professional proud Brandi
reached up to cup her breasts and tease her hardening nipples.
Horny now, Brandi slid the zipper of her skirt down and with
little hesitation let it fall to the floor.  

"Did you know this would get me so hot?" Brandi asked as she
slid her hand down the outside of her panties and cupped her
pussy. 

"It'll make the rest of you punishment easier. Take off the
panties and let me see your cunt," Mike said in the way of
reply. 

Brandi, needed no more encouragement. She once more turned away
and with legs at shoulder width slid the pretty panties to her
ankles. The lighting was perfect for the camera behind Mike to
get a good shot of her cunt, hopefully the quality would allow
for a digital zoom. Brandi stepped out of the panties with her
left foot and turning around kicked them at Mike. The shot landed
the panties in Mike's face, he reached up and holding them to his
nose to in his first scent of this darling Womanchild. 

"Good shot. I bet you couldn't do that again if you tried," he
said. Lowering his hand and admiring her trimmed pussy. 

"What's the bet?" 

"If you make it, I fuck you and let you go home. If you don't
make it you have to be my slave the whole weekend," Mike
replied, tossing the panties at her feet. 

"What do you mean by slave? I don't think I like that." 

"I'll still finish your punishment for stealing the crystals,
as well, you will do whatever I want until seven pm Sunday,"
Mike answered. "Is it a bet?" 

"Your on." Four years of highschool soccer came down to this one
shot. If she made it she would feel vindicated for the
scholarship she didn't get. Brandi spun, the panties flew in a
perfect arc, missing Mike's smiling face by a scant quarter-
inch. He couldn't tell if the panties had touched his ear or if
it was the air disturbed by it's passing. 

"Fuck!" 

"Maybe later. Right now come over here and let me get a good
look at you," Mike said gently. 


Brandi walked over to the seated man. Mike took Brandi's hip
and moved her to the side. Running both hands up and down her
hips, up to her stomach and finally to cup her breasts. The girl
was shaking again in fear and anger, fear of what this man would
now demand of her and anger for missing a chip shot. Mike gave
her tits a squeeze then moved down her body, reaching around to
cup her ass and pull her toward him. 

"You missed on purpose, didn't you?" He asked. The girl's lust
was obvious from the scent.

"No, I've played soccer for years. That should have been a
easy goal." 

"A pair of panties has different dynamics and flight
characteristics than a soccer ball," Mike consoled the girl.
"Now, lets see how wet you are." 

With that Mike slid his hands to the front side of the
quivering girl and rubbed his thumbs in her moist cunt. As Mike
continued to fondle the girl, a gurgle sounded from her stomach,
causing her to giggle and pull away. 

"I didn't get lunch today. I was kinda indisposed," she said by
way of explanation. 

"Well, since your going to spend the weekend as my slave the
least I could do is feed you. Lets see if we can find you some
suitable clothes."

Mike got up and taking the girl by the hand started leading her
to the front of the store. 

"What's wrong with what I was wearing?" The girl asked.

"They're nice, but not appropriate for a slave."

The girl stopped suddenly at the door to the front. 

"It's okay, the blinds are down. No one can see you." 

Leading the girl to the school uniform section, Mike started
looking at the plaid skirts. He figured that a sixth-grade skirt
would fit this slim girl's waist and still be short enough for
his plans. Picking out three different sizes he handed them to
her and instructed her to try them on. Brandi could see that
there was no way the first one would fit, even sucking in her
stomach it was way to tight. Like the three bears, the second
one she tried was too loose. The third one fit just right, at
least for Mike, Brandi thought it was still a bit to tight. Now
for a blouse. 

"You're a B-cup right?" Mike asked. 

"Yes, but the bras are over there," she said, pointing to the
underwear section. "Along with underwear, if your not going to
let me wear mine."

"No, no. No bra and no panties for my slave tonight. Try this
one," he said, handing Brandi a obviously too small blouse. 

Brandi slipped the blouse on and pulled it together to try and
button it. "It's too small," she said with a smirk. 

"Tie it. Let see how it fits that way," Mike replied, taking the
bottom of the blouse he pulled the ends together and tied them
below Brandi's tits. Rubbing the sides of her breasts Mike said,
"Yes I think that fits just fine. Your shoes even match your
skirt, besides I know we don't carry any that would look better.
Lets go." 

"I can't be seen wearing this. I'll die of embarrassment." 

"It's dark outside, the shopping center is closed and no one
you know will be where we're going," Mike assured her, once more
leading her by the hand. He set the alarm and pushed the girl
out the door.




Chapter Two - A Little Humiliation With Dinner

Mike pushed the girl against his Porsche and leaned in for a
kiss. Brandi resisted as he tried to force his tongue into her
mouth. Mike would have none of that and reached down to pinch
the girl's ass. "Kiss me," He whispered. "The sooner you kiss me
the sooner we can go." 

Brandi could feel Mike pulling her skirt up, bunching it around
her waist. She opened her mouth to his invading tongue as he
pinched both exposed ass cheeks. Mike could feel the nineteen
year old squirm as he probed her warm mouth with his tongue.
After a couple of minutes of tongue play Mike opened the door
for the girl and pushed her in. 

"Don't sit on your skirt. If you get a wet spot on the back
everyone will know what a slut you really are," he admonished as
Brandi tried to pull the skirt down. Mike left the shopping
center parking lot and maneuvered the sports car through Friday
traffic, heading for the freeway. When not shifting Mike rested
his right hand on Brandi's thigh. 

"Um, where are we going?" the girl asked as Mike powered up the
on-ramp.

"To dinner," Mike answered. "Remember, you get to be my slave
for the weekend and before I take you home we're going to eat."
His hand slipped up the girl's thigh to rest just touching her
pussy. 

"Ok, but where? The shopping center is on the edge of town and
your heading towards the foothills." 

"Yes, Foothill Estates has a great restaurant. I eat there
almost every Friday."

Foothill Estates was a very exclusive Country Club housing
development. Brandi was sure that she wasn't dressed
appropriately for a posh restaurant and told Mike so. 

"You're with me. They won't have any problems with the way you're
dressed." With that his hand cupped her cunt and gave it a
squeeze. "So warm and wet. Good thing your not sitting on your
skirt, the back would be soaked." 

Brandi had to agree with that assessment. Ever since the little
striptease back in the shop she had been wet and horny, his
probing finger wasn't helping the situation any. Mike drove the
car with skill, passing trucks and cars as he sped toward the
onrushing hills. Soon he was taking the exit for Foothill
Estates. Three miles off the freeway Mike took his hand from
Brandi's sopping cunt just long enough to hit the remote. The
gate opened smoothly and Mike didn't even take his foot off the
gas as they went through. Pulling up to the restaurant Mike
finally removed his hand from between the girl's legs.


As soon as the car stopped a liveried doorman opened Brandi's
door. She almost squealed when she realized he could look down
and see her exposed brown muff. Standing up quickly and pulling
down the skirt Brandi stepped away from the car. The valet drove
off with the car, Mike took her arm and walked her toward the
door. As the doorman stood holding the door open Mike turned to
Brandi and bent to give her a kiss. Without thinking Brandi
pulled away. Mike just turned and led her into the restaurant
without saying a word. 

The Maitre'd met them with a smile and said, "Ah, Michael I
had just about given up on you for tonight and was about to give
away your table. This way please." 

He turned around and led them passed two elegantly dressed
couples that were waiting for Mike's table. The Maitre'd led
them to a booth in the back, well away from the kitchen. Brandi
slid into the booth relieved to be hiding her short skirt from
all the men who had watched her walk through the diningroom.
Mike had slid in all the way as the Maitre'd asked if they
would like a drink from the bar. Mike ordered himself a whiskey
sour and the young lady a glass of the house white. 

"I can't drink wine," Brandi informed him. "I'm not twenty-one.
You could go to jail for buying me wine." 

"And you can still go to jail for shoplifting. Now slide over
here next to me." Brandi slid over, before he continued.

"Your sitting on your skirt, lift it up around your waist."
Mike turned into the squirming girl and slid his hand up her
thigh as he kissed her.

Brandi closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation as Mike
diddled her. She was startled when the waitress, a blonde woman
little older than Brandi, arrived with their drinks. 

"Good evening, I'm Amanda and I'll be your server tonight. We
have salmon with chipotle' chile salsa and a nice macadamia nut
seared tuna on special tonight. Do you need a few minutes to
look at the menu?" The waitress asked looking at Brandi. 

"What do you think Brandi, the salmon?" Mike asked, Brandi
embarrassed at being caught by the woman just nodded. 

Mike smiled before turning to the waitress and gave the order,
"The young lady will have the salmon and I will have your filet
mignon." 

"An excellent choice sir." Then looking at Brandi once again she
asked, "Miss, what kind of dressing would you like on your
salad?" 

"Um, ranch. If you have it," the still embarrassed teen
responded. 

"We have ranch, Dear. I'll be right back with your salads."
Giving the girl a wink, she turned and walked away. 

"Oh my god, she saw what you were doing."

Tuning back to the girl, Mike replaced his hand on her thigh
and said, "It's ok, she won't tell anyone. I'm sure she's seen
more than this. Now kiss me again before she gets back with our
salads."

Once the salads arrived Mike left Brandi's body alone. They
talked about the weather, hot, whether Brandi had a boyfriend,
no, and why Brandi wasn't away at college. It turns out that
Brandi's parent's were too rich to get her financial aid, yet
too stingy to pay for her education. 

"Um, Mike can I go use the restroom?" Brandi asked as she
finished her salmon. 

"Sure, it's back by the kitchen entrance. To the left before
you get to waitress station." 

Brandi walked to the restroom, there weren't as many customers
in the diningroom now and only a few heads turned to watch her.
One of the heads that watched was Amanda. Amanda loved to
embarrass girls and Brandi acted embarrassed every time Mandy
would check on their table. Giving Brandi two minutes she walked
into the ladiesroom. Brandi stepped out of the stall and gave a
startled squeak when she saw Amanda at the counter checking her
makeup. 

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come in and you surprised me." 

"That's okay, are you enjoying your dinner?" Mandy asked. Before
Brandi could reply she continued, "Michael sure seem to be
enjoying his." Running the back of her fingers across Brandi's
cheek, "Of course he has such a lovely young dinner partner." 

"The food here is excellent, I can't believe Michael eats here
every Friday though, it's sooo expensive." 

Laughing Mandy informed her, "He can afford it. Just like he
can afford you." 

"What?" The now blushing teen cried, "It's not what you think.
I lost a bet and part of it is to dress like this for dinner." 

"So you lost a bet, and now you have to go to dinner dressed
like a slutty little schoolgirl?" Pressing Brandi against the
wall she slid her hands under the teen's skirt. "Your not even
wearing panties. What was the bet?" 

"Let me go," Brandi whispered. 

"Not until you tell me what the bet was," Mandy whispered back. 

"I played soccer in highschool so the bet was I couldn't hit a
target with a soccer kick twice. I Lost," Brandi told her. "Can
I go now?" 

"One last question. Is Michael going to fuck you tonight?" 

"God I hope so," Brandi responded as she slid out of the older
girl's grip.


Brandi slid into the booth sullenly, pulling up the back of her
skirt as she did so. 

"Why the long face all of a sudden?" Mike asked, she had been
coming out of her shell all evening and now she had reverted to
the quiet girl. Dejectedly she told Mike what Amanda had done
and said in the bathroom. When Amanda came to ask if they wanted
dessert Mike asked Amanda if Brandi had said what the target
was. No, she hadn't, so Mike explained. Brandi was mortified,
Mike was telling this stranger that she had kicked her panties
at him while doing a striptease and hit him in the face. 

"So the little slut lied to me? Making me think it was a soccer
ball. You know she should be punished," Mandy said as Mike
finished the story. 

"Oh, she will be. Brandi, apologize to Amanda for lying to
her," Mike told the girl, lifting her face by the chin. 

"I'm sorry for lying to you," Brandi said to Amanda. Then
turning to Mike, "Can we go now." 

"Amanda, was that a sufficient apology?" 

"Well since I can't spank her myself I guess it will have to
do. Do you still want dessert, or shall I get the check?" 

"Brandi, would you like some dessert? They have an excellent
chocolate cake," Mike asked the sniffling girl. 

"No, I just want to go," Brandi pouted, trying to keep the
tears from falling. 

"A piece of the chocolate cake to go and the check will be all.
Thank you Amanda."




Chapter Three - The Real Punishment Begins

After Mandy had brought the elegantly wrapped cake and bill,
Mike took out a business card and wrote something on it. Leaving
it with the signed guest bill, he held Brandi's hand as they
walked out. The valet had already brought the car around and the
grinning doorman held the door for Brandi as she got in. Mike
put the car in gear and drove out of the lot, heading away from
the front gate. Brandi was just about to ask where he was going
when Mike punched a second remote and pulled onto the grounds of
the largest estate in Foothill Estates. Parked in the garage
Mike went around and opened the door for the still confused
girl. 

"This is your place?" Brandi was finally able to ask. "It's
huge." 

Looking around the formal livingroom complete with a full sized
grand piano. 

"Yes. My father did rather well in clothing and real estate. I
took over where he left off and built it into a very tidy sum. I
keep the shop as a tribute to my father," Mike explained,
leading the girl into a dark paneled office.

Mike placed the girl in a corner and went about getting ready
for the next step. Once he had everything arranged he sat down
in a high backed wooden chair, surprisingly similar to the one
at the shop, and called the girl over. 

"Down, lay across my knee, just like before." Brandi complied
with his instructions. "Now, you've earned three additional
punishments in addition to what you were to get for shoplifting.
Are you ready?" 

"Why three more? I"ve been doing what you want all evening,"
the girl cried as she lowered herself onto Mike's lap. 

"One, you didn't kiss me at the shopping center." Swat. "Two,
you didn't kiss me outside the restaurant." Swat. "And three,
you had to be told to not sit on your skirt at dinner. That's
thirty swats total and they won't be by hand." 

Mike lifted the schoolgirl skirt up exposing Brandi's fine
young ass. Starting by massaging the flesh he suddenly swung his
hand and gave the girl three hard swats on each asscheek.
Picking up the leather covered paddle Mike rubbed the girl's ass
with it, then told her to count the strokes.

"If you miss one, it doesn't count," he informed her.

WHACK, Brandi heard the sound then the burning sensation in her
ass started. 

"Oww, one." 

WHACK, "Oww, two." 

WHACK, "Oww. Shit that hurts." 

WHACK, "Oww , four." 

"No, Brandi that's three you didn't count. Let's try three
again." 

WHACK, "Four." 

"Brandi, three comes before four." 

WHACK, "Three." 

WHACK, "Ouch, shit, four." 

WHACK, "OWWIE, five. Please no more that hurts." 

"Just five more to go then you can take a break." 

WHACK, "OWW, six." Tears started flowing from Brandi's lovely
eyes. 

WHACK, "OWWW, seven." 

WHACK, "OWWW, eight." 

WHACK, "OWWWW, nine." 

"What was that? I couldn't hear you." 

"Nine, it was NINE." 

WHACK, "OWWWWW, ten." Brandi was sobbing as Mike put down the
paddle and started rubbing her abused ass. 

"So warm, I love to give naughty schoolgirls a spanking. The
red glow of a well paddled ass is so attractive," Mike said as
he massaged her tender butt. "Now, dance for me. Just like you
did back at the store."

"There's no music," the sobbing girl protested. 

"Pretend there's music." 

"I suppose you want me to strip like at the store?" Brandi
asked. 

Mike just nodded his head as Brandi started to sway to the
music only she could hear. Brandi could feel that tingle in her
loins again almost as soon as she started to untie the blouse.
There would be no bra or panties to hide behind or extend the
dance this time. Brandi dropped the blouse with hardly a
thought, her hard nipples sticking out tantalizingly. Mike was
captivated by the young woman's resilience. From sobbing,
punished schoolgirl to sexy strutting slut, just like that.
Brandi fondled her breasts then reached down and flipped up the
front of the skirt to flash Mike. She slowly lowered the zipper
on the schoolgirl skirt and let it fall to the floor. Naked
except for the garter, hose and heels. Brandi was unprepared for
what happened next. 

Mike picked up a flogger and gave it a swing. The whip hit
Brandi full on the chest and she almost collapsed as her hands
went to cover her breasts. 

"Stand up straight, arms at your side," Mike said commanding
her, with a swat to her already punished ass. "Stand up I say!"

Not sure what she was more afraid of Brandi stood up straight
and lowered her arms. 

"Please don't. I was doing what you said." 

"Stand still, keep your hands at your side or it'll only get
worse," Mike said. 

Brandi didn't think it could get much worse as Mike gave the
whip an gentle overhand swing and hit the top of her tits. Mike
kept up a steady rhythm, working the whip all over the girl's
lovely breasts. Brandi's tits were a nice shade of red and tears
flowed freely down the teen's face when Mike finally stopped.
Sitting back down Mike ordered her to sit on his lap. Brandi
gingerly sat, the pain from the paddling had mostly dissipated,
until she put pressure on her backside. Reaching around to
fondle and pinch Brandi's tits, Mike found that the nipples were
still rock hard. 

"You only have one more punishment to go for being naughty at
dinner. Where do you think it should be?" Mike asked sliding
his right hand down through the girl's trimmed brown muff and
onto her cunt. 

"No more. Please haven't you punished me enough?" Brandi whined. 

"If you take this next punishment like a good girl, I'll put
off the rest of your shoplifting punishment until tomorrow,"
Mike said, still rubbing her sore tits and fondling her cunt.
"Now, walk over to that chest."

Pointing to a huge wooden chest in front of the window. "Inside
you will find some cuffs, put them on. Then come back over
here." 

Brandi opened the chest and found sitting on a tray four black
leather cuffs. Placing one on each wrist she started to stand
when Mike informed her that the other two were for her ankles.
Brandi complied not sure what Mike had in mind. As she walked
back to the desk, Mike patted the edge just in front of the seat
and told her to sit on the desk. Sitting she was then instructed
to lay back so her head hung over the far edge. Mike picked up
some short pieces of rope and began to secure Brandi's wrists to
the decorative metal rings that festooned the desk. Arms
stretched out and tied Brandi started to get worried, before she
could have run, now she was trapped. Mike walked to the other
side and lifting the left leg secured it to the desk, repeating
the action for the right side. With the way her legs were tied
Brandi strained to close her knees to hide her pussy from his
view. Mike put a hand on each knee and spread the girl open. As
soon as Mike let go Brandi immediately closed her knees. Not to
be denied Mike used the last two pieces of rope to tie her knees
apart. 

"Oww, that's too tight," Brandi complained. 

"You had your chance to hold them open." 

"Wh-what are you going to do to me now?" the frightened girl
asked straining her neck to look up at Mike. 

Sitting down in the chair, Mike just told her to lay back and
enjoy it for the time being. Mike ran his hand over Brandi's
exposed cunt, feeling the moist warm flesh. Sliding a finger
inside her snatch, Mike slowly started to finger fuck his new
toy. As Brandi's breathing changed Mike leaned in to lick the
girl, running his tongue along her pussy lips and flicking her
clit. 

"Well he said to enjoy it. Uhm, he eats pussy better than
Meghan," Brandi thought to herself, giving in to the sensations. 

Mike could tell the girl was getting close to cumming when he
stopped licking and pulled his finger out. He stood up and
undressed quickly down to his boxers. Brandi could see his cock
straining at the thin material. Picking up the tawse, Mike gave
the insides of Brandi's thighs a few swats. First some soft ones
to her exposed cunt, then continuing a little harder. Brandi was
feeling the pain mixed with something else when she realized
that she was about to cum. 

"NO, ugh, ugh, no," Brandi was crying trying to fight the
sensation. "OH GOD NO! PLEASE NO!" she begged, unaware of her own
voice. "GOD I'M COMING!" Brandi convulsed on the desk as her
orgasm hit. 

Mike softened his strokes and slowed down the pace as Brandi
came down from her orgasm. Sitting back down, Mike had just
started to lick up the juices flowing from Brandi's tortured
cunt when the door bell rang. Smiling down at the tied girl he
said, "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." With that he
walked out of the room.

Brandi closed her eyes when Mike walked out of the room. She
was still trying to decide if she was hurting from the pain of
being whipped or enjoying the pleasure of her orgasm when she
heard a voice. Brandi opened her eyes to see Amanda looking at
her. 

"Well, well, well. Looks like Michael's little subby slut is
being punished," Mandy said as she kneeled down to look in the
girl's eyes. "I bet you thought Michael had forgotten to punish
you for lying to me." Mandy kissed Brandi on the nose. 

"I was getting ready to fuck her when you arrived," Mike said
from the door. "Would you mind if I got off before you punished
her?" 

"I think I can amuse myself while you fuck your subby slut,"
Mandy replied, reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties
off. 

As Mike peeled his boxers off Amanda kissed Brandi full on the
lips, surprising even herself, Brandi kissed back. Mike slid
his cock home into the waiting snatch and started fucking the
young woman. Mandy stood up as Mike sawed in and out of Brandi.
Straddling the girl's face she reached around back and grabbing
the teen's hair pulled Brandi up. 

"Lick my pussy, bitch," Mandy demanded. "Come on, be a good
subby slut and lick Mandy's cunt." 

Brandi couldn't resist, with Mike fucking her and Mandy rubbing
her pussy in Brandi's face. Brandi started licking, at first
tentatively then with more enthusiasm as Mandy humped her hips
in rhythm with Mike's pumping. Mandy let go of Brandi's hair and
started tweaking her nipples. She could still see the fading red
marks from Mike's whipping. Brandi's nipples responded
immediately to the attention, getting even harder as Mandy
pinched. 

"Are you going to pierce your little subby's nipples?" She
asked Mike, as she continued to play with them. 

As he pumped Mike responded, "No. I don't want to do any
permanent damage to the girl." 

"You should pierce them anyway. I love my pierce tits, they're
soo sensitive," Mandy replied reaching up to cup and pinch
herself through the material of her sweater. 

"Let me see them." 

Mandy complied, pulling her sweater off and exposing her hard
pierced nipples. She leaned forward so Mike could continue to
pump Brandi's twat as he fondled her tits. Leaning a little more
they kissed, Mike playing with Mandy's tits while Mandy fondled
Brandi's. Breaking the kiss, Mike told Mandy he was ready to cum.

"Do you want me to cum inside her or on her tits?" 

"Cum inside her, so I can taste you both," was Mandy's reply.
Without need for further encouragement, Mike let loose a torrent
inside the girl's pussy. Not saying a word Mike and Amanda
swapped ends. Mike pressed his jism covered cock against
Brandi's mouth as Mandy knelt between her legs. Brandi dutifully
licked Mike's cock clean of the mixed juices. 

"Umm, yummy," were the first words Brandi had uttered since
Mandy had walked in. "God, that feels so good. Lick me Amanda,
swallow all of Michael's cum." 

"So, you are a little subby slut. Just like Amanda said," Mike
said looking down at her. 

"Yes, I'll probably hate myself in the morning. But right now
it just feels s-so g-gooo-od. I'm gonna cum again." Brandi's
second orgasm of the evening was just as intense as her first.

Amanda crawled up and over Brandi, looking down at the girl
looking up at her she let some of Mike's cum slip from her mouth
and into Brandi's. When Brandi opened her mouth to receive the
gift, Mandy lowered herself and kissed the girl. Tongues playing
they kissed for a few minutes. 

"She's being such a good little subby, it's a shame I still
have to punish her for lying," Mandy said as she broke the kiss. 

"No, please I'll do anything, don't hurt me anymore," Brandi
cried, wondering if she sounded as unconvincing as she thought. 

"Sorry subby. You still have to be punished," Mandy said as she
got off the teen. "Mike, what would you suggest? I don't know
what you've already done to her." 

"I think ten strokes with the cane should do it. Untie her legs
while I lower the winch." Mike replied. 

Brandi had seen the winch and spreader bar above her but hadn't
realize what they were until Mike started the motor to lower
them. Mandy had her knees and left leg loose, so she grabbed the
end of the spreader and hooked the ankle cuff to it. Untying the
right leg, Brandi soon found herself spread with both legs in
the air. 


End of Part one.