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Leak - 4
by Nasty Pierre (no address provided)
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Typical love story. (Ff, nc, v)
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Chapter Four: No Ifs, Ands, or Butts
Laura closed the door to her room and paced until she
collapsed onto her bed in a state of panic. Her poor
mind was filling with the nastiest images and most
confusing thoughts. Nothing made sense and she couldn't
imagine what was to become of her, and didn't want to
try. The world was crumbling in around her and then it
exploded.
Thelma entered Laura's very pretty and extremely private
world abruptly. She came charging uninvited through the
door between their rooms catching Laura by surprise. In
a bellowing voice she ordered the startled girl, who was
lying curled in a tight ball on her bed sobbing, to the
middle of the room.
"Up princess! Get up right this second and stand over
there," she roared while pointing to the spot. "Stand
right there! And stand erect, with arms at your sides!"
In shocked hesitating movements, Laura obeyed as Thelma
urged her on with another shout. Poor Laura found the
authoritative voice impossible to ignore, much less
disobey. She proceeded as expected and lowered her eyes
under woman's weighted gaze.
Once in place, Thelma approached her like an alien
invader, and while scanning, took a slow orbit around
the trembling figure. Thelma admired Laura's substantial
bosom and round behind so apparent even under pink
chiffon. In this bewildered young adult Thelma saw
something wondrous. Not only would Thelma pay Biggs back
by punishing Laura, Laura was to be her ticket to
stardom.
Every one of Thelma's dreams was about to come true.
Laura, who wavered on the verge of becoming a butterfly,
was about to have her immature wings plucked. But first,
Thelma intended to enjoy Laura in this larva stage, as a
grub kept under foot, a caterpillar on a stick in a jar
on a shelf. Here was a plaything awaiting examination,
ripe and ready to be poked and prodded.
The ogress controlled her desire to reach out and touch,
to grab a handful of this frightened animal's smooth
pristine flesh, simply to verify what she knew to be
true. She took a breath in hopes of calming down and
decided to wait until the girl's father left Paines
Manor. She felt that wise, though it was true she'd been
granted complete authority over this splendid creature.
Thelma then shocked Laura again, by asking in a crude
but gentle manner, if she was yet a virgin.
"Ma'am," Laura blurted out thinking she'd misheard the
woman. A quick glance told her otherwise, and she
answered in a sputteringly quiet, embarrassingly tiny
voice. "Yes, ma'am." She was visibly disconcerted by
such blunt inquisition. Thelma, gloating inside, frowned
sternly and demanded the timid girl speak up, and Laura
started again. She fidgeted, swallowed hard, and bit her
lip nervously, knowing she had no other choice.
"Y-yes ma'am," she again stammered, not yet to Thelma's
satisfaction. Thelma handed to Laura a beautifully
decorated sheet of parchment, framed in smooth shiny
black leather.
"Miss Paines," Thelma said in a somewhat calmer voice,
as Laura took and held the frame in both hands. "I
expect you to answer all my questions in a clear voice
and loud enough for me to hear. Am I making myself
clear?" Thelma moved her face closer to Laura's and
raised her voice again. "Do you understand what I am
saying?" Laura was taken back and looked up at the
woman.
"Yes ma'am," came Laura's reply, the words rolling off
her cute southern tongue in a nervously brave attempt to
please. Thelma stood tall and made to tower over the
smaller figure, and with intent most wicked, continued
her assault.
"Now…," Thelma said while glaring down at the girl,
indicating the framed parchment. "…These are the rules.
The ones you will follow from this day forward. Recite
each of them to me in a clear voice." Thelma stopped
only long enough to put her hands on her hips and expand
her chest. "And speak loud enough for me to hear, this
time." With a perturbed look, Thelma stepped back and
waited for the poor child to begin. Laura brought the
plaque up while clearing her eyes and throat. But she
was too slow for Thelma.
"Well" the hag shouted in anger. Laura jumped, nearly
dropping the plaque. "I'm waiting young lady!" Laura's
eyes rose and fell to the words, in quick movements.
"Yes ma'am," Laura offered with a gulp. She began
reciting aloud the words written on the parchment. "Rule
number one: I will be obedient at all times. I will
never hesitate to obey, nor question an order." Laura
swallowed the words in a moment's reflection, thinking
the words absurd. Disobedience was simply out of the
question for her. She looked up to Thelma for approval
and found the old woman glaring. Thelma nodded for Laura
to continue.
"Rule number two: I will never speak unless spoken to."
Here again she found nothing unusual. Her mother had
taught her to never speak unless spoken to, so she
continued. "Rule number three: I may never…," Laura's
words broke in mid-sentence, her mouth falling open,
eyes darting to Thelma's. The woman's intimidating
expression chased Laura back to the parchment and she
was compelled to continue in a softer voice, her body
flushed in newfound warmth. She'd never thought of these
things before and tried wondering about the meaning of
the words.
"…I may never touch myself in any way, at any time,
without permission." Laura finished with a gulp, the
words leaving her in stuttering confusion, crimsoned
cheeked and dazed.
"Miss Paines" Thelma bellowed in a voice Laura would
come to fear. "I feel it my duty as your governess, your
mother and your trainer, to keep you informed. In
fairness to both of us, I must tell you of the
punishments for breaking any of these rules."
Thelma was iterating her words with care, and
flourishing each with punctuations meant to provide the
greatest effect. Laura kept her eyes lowered and
listened. "If you're caught disobeying me, you will
receive spankings or whippings as needed. They will be
administered by hand, paddle and birch rod, or whatever
implement I deem suitable." She brought her face closer
to Laura's and almost whispered. "You'll be surprised at
the outrageous instruments I can find. You can rest
assured Miss Paines."
Laura paled to terrible visions evoked by Thelma's
words. Her immature mind was a virgin wilderness,
fertile and yet incapable of understanding corruption.
Faintness came to her, and a deep-seated need to hide.
She was caught between fear and confusion, left unable
to understand the simplest of thoughts. Her mind became
as shaky and unsteady as her knees, as Thelma went on as
loud as before.
"I will not tolerate even the slightest infraction of
any rule. Note this well young lady, I mean business!"
Thelma caught Laura stealing a quick glance and
continued the assault. "And yes, there will be more
rules for you to follow in the future. In fact, your
life will become a book of rules. Rules for you to
learn, to memorize and follow at all times. You will no
longer have time to think of anything else. This is the
life I have chosen for you, your destiny."
Deep down inside, where Thelma hadn't yet penetrated,
Laura was screaming her lungs out. Here she wailed in
desperation and spun in complete bewilderment, while a
small piece of her struggled to stay in Thelma's
terrible world, alert. Unconsciously, she listened to
the voice of her new governess, her new mother, this
dreadful woman who'd come out of nowhere. Like a
lightning bolt from heaven this monster appeared,
snatched her from life and took over. Through thoughts
most frightening, Laura heard her name shouted.
"Miss Paines! Miss Paines! Miss Paines!" Laura found
Thelma yelling in her face, the words hitting her as
gusts of hot wind. She was yanked back to reality, as if
from a daydream and looked up long enough to apologize.
"Sorry ma'am," Laura offered, only to be rewarded with a
stinging slap across her face. It came with Thelma's
right palm and sent her reeling to the side and back,
knocking her off balance. She tumbled onto her bed,
landing face up.
"Ma'am," Laura queried in a squeak, her hands moving
instinctively to her face, with aid and comfort. Thelma
moved quickly to stand over the cowering figure, as
Laura's hands touched the warm cheek. She leaned over
the frightened girl and slapped again. First the right
cheek, then the left, Thelma slapped with the palm and
the back of her hand, again and again, and again.
"Daydreaming while I attempt to explain something
important to you! Touching yourself! Touching your cheek
without permission! You just read the goddamn rules, ya
stupid brat! How dare you! How dare you," Thelma
shrieked, spraying her words directly down into Laura's
face. Her own face was red with anger, eyes bulging with
hatred, and Laura saw a beast.
Laura dropped her arms to her sides immediately, the
prisoner of a fairy tale dragon. A princess recently
plucked from the safety of mommy's castle. Laura caught
the monster's hot breath on her flushed cheeks,
breathing in a foul odor. Its words rained down on her
in a warning she took seriously. She felt the fire and
sensed the creature's ability to breathe it. Surely she
was to be kept in a high tower, there for the pleasure
of the dragon. But what is it the dragon wants of her?
What do lady dragons want? And where, oh where is her
fairy tale knight in shining armor? 'Where indeed',
Laura thought, blinking through tear flooded eyes.
"Tonight you will receive your first punishment and I
hope and pray for both our sakes, it will be your last,"
Thelma screamed further. Laura's mouth fell open in
disbelief. The dragon then calmed down, its eyes
returning to normal. Thelma's cool returned and her
attitude changed completely. She began speaking to Laura
again like a concerned mother.
"Come, come now," the kindly old woman said. Her hand
reached down to comfort the girls red cheeks and she
acted as if nothing had happened. "You're a big girl now
and everything I do, everything I expect and everything
I will take from you, is for your own good. I know it
isn't easy being a young lady in this crazy world now
days. Life takes a certain type of character. The type
of character I will help you develop. You'll see. I hope
you understand," she stated with confidence, as if Laura
was expected to consider otherwise.
Laura nodded readily, as if in understanding, afraid to
think, speak or feel anything other then what Thelma
wished at that moment. Thelma looked down on a tender
morsel with just enough self-control.
"Good girl," the old woman said proudly. "Very good
girl. I'm sure we'll get along just fine. Now let me dry
your tears and we'll hurry downstairs to see your dear
father off." Thelma used one of her thick dry fingers to
sop up Laura's tears, then ran it between her own lips
and smiled. After a few wipes Thelma smacked her lips,
licked them clean and made to rise. Laura struggled to
stand with Thelma's help. "Mmmmm. That's it, like a good
girl now," Thelma said, bringing Laura to her feet. She
finished drying the girl's face with a hanky and the two
made for the door. Thelma stopped them long enough to
straighten Laura's dress and remind her one more time.
"And dear, do remember the rules."
To be continued...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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