Aubree's First Apartment

Aubree’s First Apartment

Chapter 1: Poolside

The postman finished delivering the daily mail to Green Meadow Apartments. Closing the last mailbox, he turned and walked across the parking lot towards his van. He glanced at his watch. Three fifteen… Damn! My shift ends at four! Looking over towards the apartment pool, he noticed a beautiful girl wearing an extremely small bikini preparing to dive into the swimming pool. She looked young. Maybe eighteen or nineteen… Her long dark hair cascaded over her smooth back. Her breasts were full and inviting. Her butt was firm. The bikini practically rode up her crack. He stopped, mesmerized. He continued to stare as she dove into the pool. Oh damn! What I wouldn’t do to have that pretty little ass! He shook his head and hurried to his delivery van. 

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Aubree swam to the shallow end of the pool and slowly walked up the steps and onto the warm concrete. She bent forward to squeeze the water out of her long hair and brushed the moisture from her bare stomach and thighs. She was aware of the looks coming from the others around the pool. The men were lustful. The other girls were jealous. Aubree was used to this type of attention. She was a very pretty girl and she knew it.  Stretching, she lazily walked towards a chair while straightening her bikini bottoms. She enjoyed the warmth of the pavement beneath her bare feet and the feel of the bright sunshine on her face. She adjusted the chair into a reclining position and laid down on her back. Grabbing up her bottle of suntan oil, she squeezed an ample amount onto her stomach and began massaging the slick oil across her smooth, tan skin.

It was a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon. The smell of charcoal was thick in the air. Birds were singing. Flowers were blooming. Aubree was in heaven. She was out of school until Tuesday and had the whole weekend ahead of her. She had just moved into her new apartment a couple of days ago and this was her first opportunity to enjoy the community swimming pool. It was one of the things about Green Meadow Apartments which had sold her… the pool was very nice and clean with a beautiful waterfall at one end. Aubree loved the water. She couldn’t get enough of it. Aubree often told her friends that if she could be reincarnated, she would be a magnificent dolphin swimming free in the ocean. Aubree loved dolphins.

She picked her sunglasses up and pushed them into place on her nose. She glanced around the swimming pool. It was the usual weekend fare… a guy and his girlfriend drinking cold beers… an older couple reading magazines in their corner… a group of friends cooking hotdogs on the grill. She let her eyes roam over the apartment buildings surrounding the pool…open windows… a girl playing with a cat.. a dog standing on the balcony barking at the glass door… and… what the heck? Her eyes came to rest on a man leaning over the rail of a balcony on the third floor. He was staring right at her. He wasn’t moving… just staring. He appeared to be in his late fifties. He had long silver hair, pulled back into a ponytail and dark sunglasses. He was wearing  tan pants and a black tee-shirt. The shiny watch on his wrist sparkled in the bright afternoon sun. Aubree felt slightly uncomfortable. Take a picture, dude! It will last longer.

She picked up her magazine and flipped to the article she had been reading earlier. The article was entitled “How to Know if your Man is Cheating”. Aubree didn’t have a boyfriend at the time but she figured this type of article was good reading none the less. She perused a couple of paragraphs. Suddenly, she stopped reading. An uncomfortable feeling came over her. Like she was being watched. She looked up and sure enough, the guy was still there… staring. He hadn’t even moved. He was just leaning on the rail looking right at her. What a jerk! Aubree rolled over onto her stomach facing away from the leering man. Why won’t he just go away? She read a couple of more sentences and then quickly glanced over her shoulder. The man was gone. Thank god! What a pervert! Aubree shuddered. Some men are just pigs! She returned to reading her article.

After several minutes, Aubree reached the section of the article entitled “He Doesn’t Seem to Listen Anymore”. She rolled over onto her back, placing the magazine across her tummy. She ran her slender fingers through her wet hair and stretched. Out of her peripheral vision, Aubree noticed the man on the third floor again. He was back. She shot a glance in his direction. He was definitely back and this time he had a camera. He was blatantly snapping photos of her. What a freak! Aubree was suddenly aware of her very skimpy attire. Her bikini left very little to the imagination. The bottoms barely covered her front and did even less in the rear. The top was tight fitting and revealed most of her upper breasts. Aubree was suddenly aware that her nipples were hard and protruding through the moist bikini top. She felt naked. Sitting up, she reached for the towel at her bare feet. Glancing over the top of her sunglasses, she could see the camera lens zooming in and out. Fucking jerk! She stood up and wrapped the towel around herself. Grabbing her suntan oil and magazine, she slipped her feet into her flip-flops and hurried towards the pool exit. She heard a sharp whistle and a hoot. She didn’t need to turn around to know where the noise came from. Fucking jerk!  Aubree rushed from the pool and hurried towards her apartment. Friggin Asshole!!!

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Aubree slammed the door behind her and locked the deadbolt. She was home and safe. She breathed in the new apartment smell and glanced around her living room. The white couches and wooden coffee table… the coffee maker on the counter… the dolphin statues on her entertainment center… all was well. She dropped the towel and hurried to her bedroom, quickly forgetting the lecherous man at the pool.

Chapter 2: Winston

Winston stood at his kitchen counter looking at the photos he had just printed. This new girl was certainly something special. He had noticed her when she first came to apply for an apartment. How could he not notice her? He remembered the exact time… 1:34 PM. Winston smiled. As the lead apartment maintenance man, he had seen a lot of girls come and go. But this Aubree, she was special.

He remembered watching her step out of her car. He had been smitten from the start. She had long shiny brown hair. Her eyes were dark and enticing. Her face had a certain girlish innocence that made him rock hard. Her lips were soft and full. She was slender and fit but not overly skinny, like so many young girls tended to be these days. Her cleavage hinted at the natural ample breasts hidden just beneath her tight half-shirt which exposed her bare midriff and adorable bellybutton. Her hip-hugger jeans were tight and highlighted her firm buttocks which swayed seductively as she walked. Her flip-flops revealed her curvaceous ankles and cute toes. This girl was an eleven on a scale of one to ten!

Winston had held back, waiting in the lounge, listening to Aubree’s initial interview with the apartment manager. Eighteen years old… first apartment… fresh out of high school. Yum! He had crossed his fingers, hoping that she would be approved. He had continued listening to the interview and was even more enticed when she revealed she would be living alone. Wow! The possibilities were enormous! He was delighted to hear the manager say she was approved for apartment 22B. Her apartment would be directly across the swimming pool from his own place… and just one floor lower. What luck!

Later that afternoon, while the manager was out, Winston had snuck into the office and located Aubree’s file conveniently laying on the desk. After a quick trip to the copy machine, Winston had his own “Aubree file”. Hopefully soon, the file would be a bit thicker.

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That evening, Winston had read over Aubree’s application…

* Full-time student attending Mercham Christian University on a scholarship.

* Honor roll student majoring in Arts/Dance

* From the small town of Reed (a good three hundred miles south of the city)

* Employed part-time at the Donut Palace (morning shift)

* Hobbies included “swimming, laughing, dancing and meeting new people”

Aw goodness! What a sweet girl… It’s almost a shame… almost, but not quite… Winston laughed out loud.

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The next day, the manager had instructed Winston to make 22B “ready to move in”.  He had nodded, “My pleasure, miss”. This time it wasn’t his English background which caused him to be polite…

Winston cleaned up 22B meticulously, paying particular attention to the windows. Those windows needed to be perfectly clear and clean and oh… by the way, the blinds in the living room were stuck in the open position. They would need some maintenance work for sure.

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Chapter 2: Relaxing Morning

Aubree opened the door and dropped her purse on the floor.  Kicking off her shoes and socks, she practically collapsed onto the couch. What a morning! Four hours at the Donut Palace and now studying. Darn. And, I’m not even ready for the test tomorrow! Between school and work, I’ll never have any “me time”! She shot a glance at the wall clock. 11:14 AM… I really should be studying… But, I need to relax a little.

Aubree stood up and walked to the bathroom. Underneath the sink, she found what she was looking for. The stash! She pulled out the plastic bag and held it to her nose… mmmm, good stuff! Aubree had developed a fondness for marijuana during her days growing up in the small town of Reed. You see, there just wasn’t much going on in Reed and most of the kids had taken to smoking a little pot here and there. Aubree had found smoking to be relaxing and always made sure to have a little on hand at all times. She grabbed a small white pipe from underneath the sink along with a lighter bearing the images of jumping dolphins.

Sitting back down on the couch, Aubree loaded the pipe. She was suddenly aware of the open blinds. She went over and pulled the chain to close the blinds. They didn’t close. Oh my Gawd! I just moved in this place! Aggravated, she lit the pipe and took a couple of drags.  She let the feeling slowly wash over her tense body. mmmmm. Just what I needed… After a couple of more drags, she extinguished the pipe and put the bag and pipe under her coffee table. Now, to take care of these darned blinds…

“Hello? Yes, this is Aubree in 22B. Yes, thank you. I just discovered my living room blinds won’t close. Could you send someone up here to fix them? Mmm…hmmm. Yes, I’ll be here for the rest of the afternoon. Thanks.” Aubree sat back down and opened her textbook.

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Winston glanced at his watch… 11:04 AM. He adjusted his binoculars and focused on 22B. Still no movement. Damn it! She works part time in the mornings! Where is she? Has she got some damned boyfriend? These American girls are all whores. Winston slammed the binoculars down and lit a smoke. Fucking bitch. He pulled heavily on the cigarette. That damned girl had better not… wait… was that movement? Winston snatched the binoculars up and glared into them. Yep… oh yes… There she was. He watched her take her shoes and socks off and sit on the couch. Oh yes, you sexy little vixen. Show Uncle Winston something, baby. He adjusted the binoculars to zoom in at full magnification. Would you look at those tits? Oh Jesus, help me. Winston watched as Aubree stood up and passed out of view. Come back to Uncle Winston, baby. Don’t leave me this way. Winston grabbed his crotch and gave a squeeze. Come on, bitch. He watched her sit back down on the couch. He saw her walk to the window as if looking out. What’s she doing? Winston focused intensely. She sat back down and there was the flash of a lighter.  I’ll be damned! A little dope smoker! He watched her load the bowl and take a couple of puffs. He quickly grabbed his camera and zoomed in. *** Snap *** Snap *** Oh yes, baby! Give Uncle Winston some ammo!

After several more pictures, Winston watched Aubree place the illegal materials under her coffee table. What a bad little girl. Smoking dope. What would daddy say? You’re in trouble now! He watched her pick up the phone. Who is she calling at this time of the day? Surely not some college punk? Oh baby, why? You need an older man to take care of you. He snapped a couple of more pictures of her hanging up the phone. Putting down the camera, Winston reached for the binoculars. Suddenly, his two-way radio went off… BEEP BEEP BEEP … Winston jumped. What the frig?!? Damned manager!

“Yes madam?”, Winston spoke politely into the two-way.

“Living room blinds, 22B. Check them out, please.”, the two-way radio crackled.

“Oh, yes madam.”, Winston smiled.

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Aubree was trying to focus but she was feeling a little buzzed. She tried to concentrate on the textbook but to no avail. Screw this! Slamming the book onto the coffee table, she reached for the remote control. Flipping through the channels, she was startled by a knock at the door. Oh… maintenance.

Getting up, Aubree pulled her shirt down and straightened her pants. She quickly lit the incense candle on the table. Shaking her hair out, she opened the front door. She was shocked to see the man from the third floor who had ogled her at the pool.

“I’m here to fix your blinds, miss.”

Aubree was nervous and somewhat embarrassed. This was definitely the same guy who had been taking her pictures at the swimming pool only the day before yesterday. Wasn’t it? Was it him? She couldn’t be sure. It looks like him. He reminds me of someone else…

“You’re with maintenance?” Aubree considered the man’s accent. English… Australian? He’s definitely not from Alabama.

“Yes, miss. Maintenance.” The man’s eyes seemed to travel up and down her body.

“Yeah. Okay. It’s my window blinds. They don’t seem to shut.” Aubree motioned towards the window.

“Let’s have a look.” The man entered, tool belt jingling. 

Aubree watched the maintenance man walk over to the window. Is this the guy with the camera? Is this the freak from the pool? Looks like him but… Her toes clenched the carpet under her bare feet. She held her hands across her breasts and looked nervously at her phone lying on the coffee table.

“So, what do you think?”, Aubree tried to make conversation.

“Well. It looks like something’s definitely out of place here, honey. Something just doesn’t smell right.” The man was pulling on the chain to operate the blinds.

“Wha.. What do you mean?” Aubree was way nervous. She could smell the pot smoke. She hoped he wouldn’t. “Can you fix it?” Aubree flipped the switch to turn on the ceiling fan.

“Sure. I can fix it, honey. But it’s going take some work.” The older man looked at her over his shoulder. Aubree didn’t like the way he looked at her.

“What do you mean? How long will it take?” Aubree felt her bottom lip quivering. This guy was making her real uncomfortable. She smoothed over her shirt with one hand while brushing a long strand of hair from her eyes with the other.

“Oh… I don’t know. What’s that smell? It smells strange.” The man turned around and looked at her. His gaze was harsh and cold.

“Wha… wha… smell?” Aubree was in a panic. She tried to control her emotions.

“Smells like marijuana. Have you been smoking marijuana, young lady?” He smiled.

“No. No… what do you mean?” Aubree stepped towards the phone.

The man sat down on the couch, placing his hand over Aubree’s phone.

“Marijuana, miss. Smells like somebody’s been smoking some illegal tobacco.” The man laughed. “Now what’s this?”. Reaching under the coffee table, he pulled out Aubree’s bag of weed.  “Well… well. And, what pray tell do we have here, missy?”

“I… I don’t know. I… it’s my friend’s, I think… I ….” Aubree was terrified.

She watched the maintenance man open the bag of weed and hold it to his nose.

“This smells like some pretty strong stuff.” Winston shot a glance at Aubree. “I bet this stuff will stay in your system for awhile. I wonder what would happen if the the dean of your university were to get a call about one of his honor students smoking a little dope? I further wonder if he’d want a urine sample?” Winston stroked his chin thoughtfully. “You know… I’d be willing to bet that fancy christian university of yours wouldn’t look to favorably on a student hooked on drugs. What do you think?”

Aubree was really nervous and getting a bit angry too. “Look you jerk, you’re here to fix the blinds, not to pry into my private affairs! How do you even know anything about me?” She tried to sound brave but was horrified at the way her voice faltered.

“Is that a fact?” Winston walked over and waved the bag in front of Aubree’s face. “Well I’m sure the dean would like to hear about this and the police would REALLY like to hear about it. Not to mention, apartment policy frowns on illegal substances… in fact, it’s a violation of your lease, little missy.” He took a step closer to the shaking girl.

“Look. Just stop it. What do you want me to say? I’m sorry. Please just let it go mister.” Aubree realized she was pleading.

Winston laughed. “And what would you say if I told you I had some pictures of you smoking a little of the pot to go along with this bag? I think they would call that proof positive.”

“Okay. Okay. Listen. I’ve got money, mister… I can give you money. Just let it go, okay? I made a mistake. I understand what you’re saying but I can’t change it now. I promise I’ll stop smoking the stuff… I know it isn’t good for me and…”

Winston reached out and placed a callused finger over Aubree’s lips stopping her in mid-sentence. Leaning down, his face was just inches away from the trembling girl.

“Shhhh… You quiet down now, little miss. You’re just talking yourself into a corner. Best thing for you to do is just pipe down.” Winston placed the bag in his shirt pocket and took a step back.  “Now, I’m not an unreasonable man, little missy. I know you’ve got a lot going for you and I don’t want to see your whole life get screwed up over a little dope. But, we’ve got a problem here and I can’t just ignore it. Wouldn’t be right or honorable of me” Winston liked how easily the young girl had taken his bait.

He let his eyes travel over Aubree’s delicious body. Damn would you look at this little tart? Prettiest little face I’ve seen in years and man, look at those tits! Sexy ass… great legs… and those lips. Damn she has some pretty lips. They look so soft. Wonder how they would feel wrapped around my cock? His eyes continued to wander over her body. Nice legs… I’ve already seen those legs, nice and bare in her little tight bikini. Cute little toes too. I’d love to suck on them…

Aubree watched the man’s eyes as they traveled over her body from head to toe. They seemed to get a distant glazed look, as if he was in deep thought.

She took a step back. “Look mister. You can let it go. I promise I won’t smoke anything else. Really. I can give you some money and maybe tell the manager what a great job you did here… you know… give a compliment to your boss… maybe get you a raise or something… And you’re making sense about the drugs… I do have a lot to lose. It was very stupid of me. I’ve learned my lesson. Please… I …”

Winston suddenly seemed to wake up from a daydream. “Quiet, missy. I won’t listen to anymore whining out of you. You made a big mistake here and I can’t just overlook your bad behavior. The way I see it, there’s two choices here. Either I go to the police, your school and the management here at Green Meadow or…” he trailed off.

“Please, mister.” Aubree was beside herself and could feel warm tears welling up in her eyes.  She tried to hold them back. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. “Please… I’ll… I’ll… do anything.” Her voice became weak. She couldn’t raise her eyes from the carpet. She focused on her bare feet, toes clenching in the carpet. She held one arm over her body and one hand over her mouth. She felt sick with fear.

Winston smiled. Well, well, little girl… you sure don’t seem like so much of a stuck up little college girl now… you’re in trouble… and you know it. Good. Nothing like a girl in trouble… Winston felt his penis stiffening in his pants. He adjusted his tool belt.

He stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well. There is another way.” He rocked back and forth on his heels, as if thinking. “You’ve done a bad thing here and you have to be punished. Can’t let that part go… But, we can keep the punishment between you and me. I can handle your discipline and keep it away from the authorities. But, you’ll have to be punished… and severely. Do you understand me, young lady?”

“Yes… I … understand you.” Her voice trailed off.

“Well. The decision is yours missy. We can take this down the proper channels or I can punish you myself. What will it be?” Winston was bursting with joy. I’ve got this little vixen just where I want her. “Well? Speak up, miss. I can’t hear you. My punishment or the authorities? What will it be?”

Aubree felt tears trickling down her pretty cheeks. She couldn’t hold them back any longer, she was scared. If he gets the authorities involved, my parents will find out. Daddy and momma will be so ashamed. I will lose my scholarship, my apartment and maybe… my freedom. But, if I let him punish me I don’t know what he’ll do… and look at how he’s looking at me! Pervert! What should I do?? Her eyes roamed over her new apartment. The couches… the coffee table… the picture on the wall above the small fireplace… the dolphin statues on her entertainment center… her textbook thrown face down on the table… what should I do???

“Well? Make your mind up, little missy. I haven’t got all day. I’ve got work to be doing. Now, I’m offering you a way out. Take it or leave it. My punishment or the authorities. Make up your mind.” Winston looked stern.

Aubree’s mind raced. She wished she weren’t buzzed. She couldn’t think clearly. “Okay. I’ll take your punishment. Just please don’t call the police.” Aubree dropped her head in shame.

Winston was delighted. His penis was fully erect and only getting harder by the second. “Okay. Now you’re talking reasonably. That’s a good first step.” He walked over and stood a few inches in front of Aubree. “Now, let’s get something straight right out of the gate. I will punish you… and harshly. Whatever happens will be between the two of us. Do you understand, girl?”

“Yes.” Aubree placed one bare foot on top of the other.

“And you’ll do exactly what I say. Without question. If you disobey me at any time, it’s over and I’ll call the police. Do you understand?” Winston’s eyes burned into the young girl’s face.

“Yes.” Aubree began to weep. The tears were coming out like a fountain.

“Yes what?”, Winston asked.

“What do you mean? I…” Aubree was confused.

“You will address me as sir. Where I come from, young girls have respect for their elders. Respect is something you American girls don’t have enough of but I intend to change that with you. Now… Yes what?”

“Yes… sir.”, Aubree complied.

“That’s better. Now come over here and stand in front of me, girl.” Winston sat down on the couch.

Aubree dragged her feet as she walked towards the couch. Her mind was in a drug induced fog, tinged with panic.

“Stand up straight, girl!”, Winston demanded. “Hands on top of your head! Shoulders back.”

Aubree complied, placing her hands in a laced position behind her head.

“Spread your legs, girl!”

Aubree let her bare feet slide across the carpet until her legs were fully spread.

“Do you have any other drugs, girl?”

“No.”

“No, what?” Winston looked the girl directly in the face.

“No, sir.” Aubree couldn’t take her eyes off the carpet.

“That’s right. I am a sir. You are a little girl. Understand, girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now let’s just see if you’re lying.” Winston placed his hands on Aubree’s ankles and began moving up, patting down both legs and stopping with his hands on her waist.

“Anything in here?” Winston placed a hand between Aubree’s leg’s and moved up to her crotch, squeezing tightly. “Well?”

“No… sir… I don’t have anything else… Is this really necessary?” Aubree felt sick.

“What did I say about questions, young lady?” Winston slapped Aubree’s thigh.

“No questions, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Damn right, girl. Now turn around!” Winston grabbed Aubree’s hips and spun her around. His eyes were level with that gorgeous ass. He began feeling her butt through her jeans. He squeezed and pinched and ended up with a finger over her rectum. “Anything hidden up here?” He applied pressure.

“No, sir. Nothing. Please, mister.” Aubree was shaking.

Winston let his hands slide up her sides all the way under her arms. “Lift your arms, girlie.”

Aubree raised her arms above her head. She felt the man’s hands moving up and down her back and then move around to her tummy. He rolled her shirt up slowly and she could feel his hands caressing her soft stomach. His fingers were all over her smooth flesh and she felt one finger in her bellybutton, outlining her navel in a circular motion. Suddenly, his hands were underneath her shirt, squeezing her breasts through her bra. She felt his fingers slipping under her bra, touching her mounds.

“Turn around, girl.”, Winston commanded.

Aubree turned to face him. She wanted to pull her shirt back down. It was all the way up over her bra. She held back the urge, out of fear.

“Down on your knees and open your mouth.” Winston placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto her knees. “Open your mouth, girl!”

Aubree felt his callused fingers inside her mouth, under her tongue and on her teeth.

“Anything in here, girl?”

“No, sir. Nothing.” Aubree held her head in shame, her arms crossed over her body as Winston sat back in a reclining position on the couch. He placed his hands behind his head and put his feet up on the coffee table. He watched as she hurriedly pulled her shirt back down, in an attempt at modesty. Winston smiled. You weren’t quite so modest at the swimming pool on Saturday… in your tight little bikini… showing off your young body like a little whore… 

“Now, it’s time you had the start of your punishment, little miss. And, don’t expect that I will be gentle with you because you’re a girl. You’ve done a bad thing and you must be punished for it. Do I make myself clear, little girl?”

Aubree chewed on her bottom lip. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Get across my knee.” Winston sat up and pulled Aubree to a standing position. “Over my knee, girlie.”

“Why? Look… you’ve searched me. Please stop this.” Aubree was sobbing like a little girl. She had never been so humiliated in her life.

“Are you questioning me again, you little wench?” Winston grabbed Aubree and gave her a shake. “What did I tell you about questions?” He shook her again. “Well, slut?”

“Please… pl… please… don’t call me those names.” Aubree was weeping openly now.

Winston stood up and placed his hands on both sides of Aubree’s cheeks, his fingers behind her ears. Pulling her face close to his own, he said “Shut up, girl. You are a stuck up little tart. I will call you whatever I wish and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Do you understand me, slut?” Winston paused. “Do I make myself clear?”

Aubree’s eyes were closed. She couldn’t look at the evil man, so close to her face. She was trembling. “Yes.”

“Yes what, little girl?” Winston smirked.

“Yes…sir.” Aubree felt the strength draining from her body. She felt as if she could faint.

“Now. Get ACROSS MY KNEE!” Winston sat down and pulled the cowering girl across his lap. “I’ll have no more of your insolence!”

He rubbed his hands up and down her delectable bottom. “Now, you’ll get what all bad girls deserve.”

Winston raised his hand and came down hard on Aubree’s ass. SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…SMACK…. The sound of his hand on her firm backside was music to Winston’s ears. SMACK… SMACK…. SMACK… “Stop your squirming, girl!” SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… “Quit wiggling, you little cunt!” SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… Aubree tried to shield her butt from his hammer blows. Winston grabbed her wrists and pushed her hands down by her sides. SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… “Stop your squirming!” SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…

Aubree was now weeping out of pain as well as humiliation. SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… the hard blows continued to fall across her backside.

After what seemed like an eternity, Winston finally stopped his merciless spanking.

“Stand up, girlie.” Winston rubbed his aching hand.

Aubree stood up, massaging her burning butt, weeping.

“Take your jeans down, missy.” The command was simple.

‘wh…what?” Aubree was beside herself.

“Get your jeans down. Take them down! Around your ankles… NOW!”

“I… I… why? I…” Aubree looked around the apartment for some comforting image. There was none.

“Get your jeans down now, little miss… Or, I’m calling the police. You’re a bad girl and you’ll be punished. Take them down.” Winston cracked his knuckles. “Get… Them… Down.” He pronounced each word with relish.

“Can’t you just spank me through my jeans?”, Aubree tried to negotiate.

Winston slapped her hard across the back of her thighs causing her to jump. “Miss, I’ll ask you once more to unbutton your pants and take them down to your ankles. If you fail to follow my orders our deal will be off and I will go to the police.”

Aubree slowly unfastened the button to her jeans and pulled down the zipper.

Winston watched, mesmerized, as the front of the young girl’s pants opened up. He couldn’t take his eyes off the zipper as it slowly came down forming a “v”, revealing her delightful pink panties. He watched her push the tight denim jeans down her thighs… over her knees and to her ankles. His eyes drifted up her bare legs and came to rest on her pretty panties. “We’ll have those down as well, missy.”, he pulled at her panties. “Get them right down.” The command was final.

Aubree took a step backwards almost tripping over her jeans. “Why?! Why do I have to pull my panties down? You can spank me with them up. I’m not a little girl. I’m a grown woman! You can’t ask me to take my panties down!”

Winston was irritated. “You aren’t a grown woman. You’re a little child. You have acted like a baby and I will treat you like one. This is your last warning. Take them down or the police will be called.” Winston reached for the telephone. 

Aubree sniffed loudly and shuddered. She started to say more but her voice choked in her throat. She was starting to sob. Avoiding his eyes, she reached for the hem of her panties.

Winston watched her take the panties down… over her hips… onto her thighs and finally… to her ankles. His eyes came to rest on her private area. Landing strip… I knew it! Aubree’s bush was trimmed and manicured just like Winston had imagined it. His eyes traveled up and down the young girl standing in front of him with her jeans and panties around her ankles. His cock felt like it was about to burst from his trousers. He could feel warm pre-cum on its erect head. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his neck. It was an air conditioned apartment but Winston was burning up.

“Okay, little missy. Get over my knee.” Winston pulled the whimpering girl across his lap.

Dear lord! Look at this ass! Winston was enamored. Aubree’s ass was perfect. Her cheeks were tight and firm. The crack of her ass was absolutely delectable. I could almost lick it… and maybe I will… “Let’s get these off now.” Winston pulled Aubree’s jeans and panties off her bare feet and tossed them aside. The quivering girl was now completely nude from the waist down.

“Now. Where were we, little miss? Oh yes… we were just in the middle of your spanking.” SMACK *** SMACK *** SMACK *** SMACK *** The sound of Winston’s hand on the girl’s smooth buttocks was the only sound in the apartment aside from Aubree‘s pathetic whimpers. “You’re a bad girl. You’re a very bad girl.” SMACK *** SMACK *** SMACK ***

“You’ve done a very bad thing smoking those illegal drugs. You know I could call the police or the dean of your school at any moment and you’d be in big trouble and I’ve got pictures of you smoking it too, girl. Do you hear me?” Winston paused the beating he was giving to Aubree’s backside. “Do you hear me, girl?”

“Yes, sir.” Aubree’s butt felt like it was on fire. She tried to place a hand on her cheeks to rub them but Winston pushed her hand away.

“You keep those hands in front of you, little miss.” Winston ran his large hand over Aubree’s tight ass cheeks, alternately squeezing and rubbing her reddening buttocks.

“You are a very naughty girl. You don’t want me to go to the police do you, girl?”

“No, sir.” Aubree could feel the stiffness of the man’s erection on her stomach.

“Then you had better do as I say or it will mean big trouble for you. Trouble with the police, your school and the apartment management. You don’t want that, right?”

“No, sir. Please…”

“Then you had best do as I say. Without question. I’m going to show you what happens to naughty girls. Didn’t your father ever take you over his knee?”

“No, sir.” It was true… Aubree’s parents hadn’t believed in corporal punishment. They had always believed in talking to their daughter and giving her positive reinforcement.

“Well. So your father never spanked your bare bottom. That’s the problem. Little girls have to be punished and shown their place or they turn into little dope smokers like you’ve become. I’m going to be giving you a lot of punishment over the next few days until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. You’ll do exactly what I say and when I say it. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, mister. Please stop it. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again. I know I was wrong. Please stop…” Aubree knew she was begging but she couldn’t help it. Her butt was so sore and she felt more ashamed than ever before in all her eighteen years. “Please, sir…”

Winston was delighted. “I’ve not yet begun your punishment, girl. You’ll be seeing a lot of me over the next several days. And you’ll answer only to me. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

Winston raised his hand. SMACK *** SMACK *** SMACK *** SMACK *** SMACK *** SMACK ***

“Yes. You’ll be seeing me quite a lot. You’re a bad girl and you’d best accept my punishment unless you want to answer to the police. I’m going to teach you how we deal with little girls where I come from. I’m going to finish your punishment this afternoon and you’ll be coming over to my apartment this evening. Do you hear me?”

“Why do I have to come to your apartment?” Aubree felt sick to her stomach.

“You’ll find out in good time, missy. But, you’re coming to my apartment later. I’ll hear no arguments. You’ll be at my apartment and we’ll continue your lessons this evening. And, you’ll be staying overnight. So you had best not make any plans. Do I make myself clear?”

“Why? Please!” Aubree tried to stand up but Winston pushed her harshly back across his lap.

“I said no questions, miss. Now, you’ve earned yourself some additional punishment and every time I hear the word ‘why’ come out of your mouth, you’ll get more punishment. Do you hear me?” *** SMACK *** SMACK **** SMACK *** Winston’s hand rose and fell across the crying girl’s ass. “Do you hear me, girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re going to be my plaything for awhile. I’ll punish you when and however I see fit.” *** SMACK *** SMACK *** SMACK ***

Winston paused. “Right now, my hand is getting a little sore, just like your red bottom. Get on your knees and face me.”

Aubree hesitantly pushed herself up and knelt in front of the maintenance man while trying to cover her pubic hair with her hands. She held her head in shame.

Winston took out his digital camera and aimed it at the kneeling girl. Before Aubree realized what was happening, he had taken several shots of the bottomless girl kneeling at his feet.

“Please don’t take my picture!” Aubree stood up and backed across the living room with her hands in front of herself, hiding her privates.

Winston snapped a couple of more shots of the pant less girl. He put his camera back in his pocket. “Get back over here, girlie.”

Aubree was in shock. How is this happening? Who is this man? She was terrified.

“GET OVER HERE, GIRL!”, Winston yelled.

Meekly, with hands held over her privates, Aubree walked back over and stood in front of the angry man.

“Back on your knees, miss.” Winston pointed at the carpet.

Aubree knelt in front of him. Her bare feet and legs were cold. She had goose bumps.

“Now, like I was saying, my old hand is getting a bit sore. Stick out your tongue.”

“Wh…” Aubree caught herself before she completed the word. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue, tears streaming down her face.

“Now you give my hand good little licking, girl” Winston shoved his hand at Aubree’s tongue. “Lick.”

Aubree began to lick his callused hand. The taste was something she didn’t want to think about. It made her sick. Winston slowly inserted a finger into the girl’s open mouth as she licked. “There… there, girl. That feels so much better.”

Winston probed her open mouth and tongue with his finger, slowly inserting another finger. So warm and wet… mmmmm….

“You just keep on licking my fingers, girl. Later, I might have something else to put in your mouth, if I think it’s needed for your lesson and that will depend on your behavior.”

Aubree shuddered.

“That’s enough, girl. Stand up and turn around so I can see your bottom.” Winston watched as the young girl stood up and turned her bare ass towards him. My lord. To think… Her ass was just perfect. Firm and tight with a simply delectable crack. Winston cupped her butt cheeks in his large hands, squeezing them. “I’m going to enjoy this, missy” He smiled. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir” Aubree’s voice was weak.

“Yes. I’ll enjoy you in any way I see fit so you had better not make me angry. It will be worse on you if you do. Do you hear me, miss?”

Aubree felt ill. “Yes, sir.” I’ve got to get out of here. I wish I were home in Reed with daddy and momma… The thought of her parents seeing her in this condition made Aubree ashamed.

“Now, I think you’ve got about ten more strokes coming but my hand is a little sore. Do you have a belt in that bedroom of yours?” Winston pointed to the hallway.

“I think so.” Aubree’s chest heaved up and down, in rhythm with her sobbing. Her tear filled eyes shot around the room. There was no escape…

“Go get the belt, girl.” Winston’s command was absolute.

He watched her as she shuffled towards her bedroom. His eyes traveled from her bare feet, up the back of her gorgeous legs, onto her swaying, bare butt. He smiled as she tried to pull her shirt down to cover her bare backside. It’s not long enough to cover that pretty butt, girl. But, I like watching you try…        He watched as she turned the corner and vanished into the bedroom.

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Aubree entered her bedroom. She felt sick. Her bottom was burning. She was ashamed. She could hear the maintenance man moving around on her couch. Who is this creep? How did I get into this mess? Aubree caught her reflection in the mirror over her dresser. There she was. Bottomless, her lower body on full display. She felt humiliated. Slowly, she walked to her closet and opened the door. Searching through her clothes, she found a belt hanging in the corner. Taking it off the hanger, she fell to her knees on the floor, weeping. I’ve got to get out of here!

Suddenly, she heard the man shout from her living room. “HURRY UP, GIRL! I HAVEN’T GOT ALL DAY!” Aubree shook uncontrollably.

Picking up the belt, her bare feet shuffled across the carpet and back to the living room….

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Winston watched the young girl as she reappeared around the corner, carrying the belt over her pubic area. Glory… she has some pretty tits… I need to see them… I’ve been waiting to see her bare breasts since day one…

“Get over here, girl. Hand me the belt.” Winston took the belt from Aubree’s weak hands. “Now, stand in the middle of the room.” He watched as she walked to the center of the living room. “That’s it. Stop right there and turn and face me.”

Aubree stood humbly in front of Winston, her eyes focused on the carpet. He could see tears dripping off her face onto the rug.

“Now, you’re going to get the belt. Like all bad girls deserve. But first… get your shirt off.”

“Wh…” Aubree caught herself again. “Please, sir. Let me keep my shirt on. You are spanking my bottom.”

“Get the shirt off, now.” Winston was firm. “You’ve acted like a child and now you’ll be punished like a child.”

“Please… I don’t want to…”

Winston stood up. “SHUT UP AND GET YOUR SHIRT OFF. NOW!”

Aubree was terrified. She hitched her fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulled it slowly up and over her head.

Winston watched as the girl’s stomach came into full view… her adorable little bellybutton… it was small… about the size of a nickle and a perfectly shaped… complimenting her trim pubic hair. Her tits were full and round, barely contained under the final piece of clothing… he could see the outline of her large nipples.

Winston inhaled deeply. “Get the bra off as well, miss. I want you fully nude for the final part of your spanking. This is the way in which bad little girls are punished where I come from. Humiliation is a part of the punishment and you’ll feel humiliated today.”

Aubree turned her back towards him and fumbled with the bra clip. After a couple of seconds, the bra fell away revealing her protruding nipples and round breasts. She was now completely nude, but for her earrings and bracelets.

“Get the jewelry off as well and turn around and face me. Fully nude is what you’ll be for your belting, girl.”

He watched as she turned towards him, removing her bracelets.

“Earrings too. Everything.”

Aubree placed her earrings on top of the pile of clothes. She was now as naked as the day she was born. She crossed her arms over her midsection in an attempt to keep some shred of pride.

“Hands on top of your head, miss.” Winston stepped forward. “Shoulders held high. Stand up straight, legs apart.” He flexed the belt in his hands and walked around the naked, trembling teenager. His eyes traveled over her body, from head to toe. Now, nothing was left to his imagination. She was fully displayed before him, in all her youthful innocence.

“Your father should have had you over his knee many times. You had best be glad I’m not your father, girlie.”

Aubree held her head in shame. She held her legs together, doing her best to protect her feminine charms from view.

Winston took out his camera and snapped several photos of the nude girl from various angles. “Legs apart, girl. Don’t try to cover up. You don’t have the luxury of shyness.” He watched as she moved her feet apart, revealing her cute slit.

Putting the camera away, Winston stretched the belt to full length. It made a sharp snapping sound. “Bend over and touch your toes.”

Aubree bent forward. Winston ran a hand down her bare back and across her buttocks, squeezing as he went. He stopped with a finger over her rectum. He slowly inserted a finger into her anus. Aubree jumped.

“Stay still, girl!”, Winston commanded. “Don’t even think about moving. You had better get used to my finger in your bum hole. Because, if you’re a bad girl, there will be more than a finger in your pretty little butt. Do you understand me?”

“yes… I think so…” Aubree could barely breathe.

“You had best do more than think so, girl. I’m going to enjoy you. And, I’ll enjoy you in whatever fashion best suits your punishment. Do I make myself clear?”

“yes …. sir… I …”

“Shut up. You’ll get ten more strappings across your bare butt. You will count…”

Winston raised the belt. He came down hard across Aubree’s bared bottom.

SWACK! “Count off, girl!”

“one”

SWACK!

“two”

SWACK!

“three”

SWACK!

“four”

SWACK!

“five”

SWACK!

“six”

SWACK!

“seven”

SWACK!

“eight”

SWACK!

“nine”

SWACK!

“ten”

“Okay, girl…. Stand up.”

Aubree stood up, holding one arm across her front and one over her bottom.

“Now, go stand in the corner… hands on top of your head.”

Aubree walked to the corner, head held low.

“Hands on your head!”

Winston watched the young tart as she stood in the corner. “Hands on top of your head, girl! Didn’t you hear me?”

“yes, sir.”

“Turn around and face me, girl.” Winston stepped over and stood a couple of feet behind the cowering girl.

Aubree turned slowly around. Her arms fell across her stomach and breasts.

“Hands back on your head, girlie!”

He watched as she complied.

“Now you listen up. You are my plaything for the next few days. You’ll do what I say, when I say it. Do you hear me?”

“yes…sir”

Winston walked over and placed his hands over the sides of Aubree’s face. Pulling her forward, he planted his mouth directly over hers and gave her a full, passionate  kiss. His tongue probed her warm mouth. Standing back, Winston held Aubree by the shoulders.

Glancing at his watch, Winston stated, “It’s 1:30 now. I expect you to be at my apartment, 34C, at seven o’clock tonight. Don’t be late.” He slapped her bare butt as a warning. “Do you hear me, girl?”

“Yes, sir. Please… please don’t make me come to your apartment. You’ve punished me enough. I’ve learned my lesson. I have school tomorrow. I can’t stay overnight. I need to study. Please, mister.” Aubree was heaving with sobs.

“Stop your whining, miss. You’ll be at my place at seven. You’ll not be late. You will be staying all night.”

Aubree watched as the wicked man walked into her bedroom.

He called back over his shoulder, “Stay where you are, girl. Turn and face the wall.”

Slowly, Aubree turned to the wall. Her toes clenched and unclenched on the carpet. She listened as he rummaged through her closet. She could hear hangers shifting around.

Moments later, the man reappeared in the living room. “You’ll wear this dress tonight and these shoes. You may wear your knickers but no bra. And I will be checking. Do you hear me?”

Aubree looked over her shoulder and saw the yellow summer dress and sandals the man held in his hands.  She hadn‘t worn that dress in years. It was much too short and the material was thin. The flower decoration made it look childish. “Yes, sir.”

She watched as he tossed the garments onto her couch. She had the urge to put her hands behind herself to block her bare backside from his view. She didn’t. Aubree was afraid. 

Winston stood back and reached into his pocket, taking out the camera. Focusing the lens, he took several shots of the nude girl. “My place. Seven o’clock sharp. 34C. Don‘t be late, missy.”

Winston slammed the door behind him as he left…

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Aubree ran to her clothes. She pulled on her panties and jeans. She pulled her shirt over her head, in too much of a hurry to even put her bra back on. Jumping up, she ran to her front door and put the security chain in place. She tried to close her blinds, but they were still malfunctioning. Aubree broke down into tears…

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Chapter 3: A Punishing Evening

Aubree looked at the wall clock. It was almost six o’clock. She collapsed back onto her bed. All afternoon, since the maintenance man had left, Aubree had reviewed the morning’s events. It all seemed like a bad dream. How had she allowed herself to be controlled like that? She was sure if she hadn’t been buzzed, she would never have been so cooperative to his demands. Now, things were bad. Not only did the man have proof of her illegal drug use, now he had nude photos of her. Why had she been so stupid?

She walked back into the bathroom. She had showered three times in five hours. She still felt dirty. She washed her mouth out with mouthwash. She could still taste his tongue. She gagged. She tried to comb her hair, instead she threw up into the toilet. Darn it, Aubree! Think!

She fell back onto her bed. The clock read 6:17. Okay. I can get through this. I have to strike up some kind of deal. I have to get those pictures back. Who cares about the pot? Let him go to the police. It’s my word against his. Isn’t it? Okay… get the pictures back. Get the pot back. Pay him whatever he wants. He’s a maintencance man… he can’t be rich. I can come up with a thousand dollars. Surely, money will talk. Won’t it?

She just wasn’t sure about anything. However, she knew it was less than an hour until seven o’clock. She had to go. She had to try and talk with the man. Maybe, he would be reasonable.

Should she wear the dress like he instructed? I don’t intend to let him punish me anymore. I’m not stoned now. I’m thinking clearly. I should just wear what I want. Then again, if I show up in jeans, it might make him angry. If he’s angry, he won’t listen to my offer.

Aubree looked at the clock… 6:34. Darn it! Okay. I’ll wear the dress to humor him and keep the situation calm… then, we can talk. This will work out. I’m not a little girl like he says. I’m a grown woman! I’m eighteen years old! He has to listen to me.

Aubree shot another glance at the clock… 6:41. Okay.

She quickly got undressed down to her bra and panties. She remembered the man telling her not to wear a bra… ‘just knickers’. Fuck that! He won’t be seeing anyway! Leaving her bra on, she pulled the yellow summer dress over her head and zipped up the back. She hated the dress. She hadn’t worn it in years. It was way too short and the material was practically see through. She slipped her feet into the sandals. Okay. Just like he said, except the bra and he won’t know anyway.

She looked at the clock. Ten minutes until seven. She hurried into the living room and grabbed her purse. She walked briskly to the front door…

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Aubree stood in front of apartment 34C. Looking at the door, she felt weak. Her resolve seemed to melt away. She felt stupid in the overly small summer dress, like a little girl.

She was startled when another door opened, just down the hall. A tall, bald man stepped into the hallway. He closed the door behind himself and turned the key in the lock. He started walking towards her. She watched his eyes moving over her legs and onto her breasts. She knew how she must look… like some little school girl going on an Easter egg hunt.

“Good evening.” The man smiled and walked to the stairs. Aubree saw him look over his shoulder. What a pig.

Aubree was nervous and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to calm down.

Suddenly the door to 34C opened and the man was standing in front of her. He looked down at his watch. “You’re late, missy.” He frowned.

Aubree felt the urge to turn and run. Instead she said, “I’m sorry.”

He stood back and opened the door wide. “Get in here and stop wasting my time.” He motioned her into his aparatment. 

Hesitantly, Aubree stepped inside. The room was dim. It stank of cigarettes. The place looked cluttered. The curtains were drawn. She could see only two lights burning in the whole apartment. The kitchen light was on and a lamp in the living room cast shadows on the ceiling. She noticed several pictures strewn across the dining room table. She was sure they were her pictures. She took a step forward, her eyes straining to see the pictures on the table. She heard the door close behind her, deadbolts snapping into place.

“Why are you late?” The man sounded agitated.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was.” Aubree was sure she was right on time.

“You’re late, girl. I’ve been waiting. It’s not good for you to keep me waiting.” He walked around and stood in front of her, looking down at her face. “Why are you late?”

“I… I…” Aubree’s voice caught in her throat. Her resolve faded. She wanted to run. Her eyes shot around the room. She noticed a stack of pornographic magazines under the coffee table.

“You’re late and you’ll be punished for it, little girl.” Winston looked at Aubree. He crossed his hands over his chest. “Are you wearing what I told you?”

“Yes. Listen, mister. We need to talk. I know what happened this afternoon and I’m sorry.  But, this is all a misunderstanding.” Aubree watched the man’s eyebrows rise. Good. He’s listening…

She felt confidence seeping back into her voice. “I know I did something bad but I think we all make mistakes. Look, I have a thousand dollars. I can give you some money and in return, you just give me the pictures you took of me and we’ll call it even.” Her eyes fell on the dining room table. My pictures…

The man sighed. “Are you wearing what I told you?”

Aubree was taken aback. She thought she had been making progress. She tried to ignore his question. “Like I said, I have money. We really need to talk. There’s no reason to keep going like this.”

“Are you wearing what I told you to wear, little girl?” He took a step forward.

Aubree took a step back. “Yes. I’m wearing the dress. Can’t you see?”

“Unzip your dress and take down the front.” He took another step in her direction.

Aubree took a step backwards. She bumped into the closed door. The man walked to within inches of her face. He leaned forward. The command came again… “Unzip your dress and let down the front.”

Aubree remembered his instruction to not wear a bra. “Please, mister. We need to talk.” She felt sick.

His hand lashed out, slapping her full force across the face. She fell to her knees, weeping.

“Stand up, tart.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet, shoving her against the door. “Now. I will ask you one more time. Unzip the dress and lower the front.”

“Please, mister. Please stop. I promise we can forget all this. Just give me my pictures. I’ll pay you… I…” Aubree massaged her red cheek. She knew she was blubbering like a little girl. 

Winston slapped her again. Harder. The sound of his hand across her face was loud in the still room. He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest, watching the now sobbing girl.

For a few moments the scene remained the same. Aubree rubbing her face, crying. Winston standing, arms folded, watching her. After a few minutes, Aubree’s crying subsided to whimpering and sniffles. Winston stepped towards her.

“Now. Take… down… your…dress.” He said each word slowly, as if relishing every syllable. “If you resist, it will only make matters worse.”

Aubree was aware of a clock ticking. It was the only sound in the room. Her eyes roamed the walls. Where is that clock? It seemed ridiculous, but it was the only thought in her mind. She was numb.

Hands shaking, Aubree unzipped the back of her dress. “Please, sir… Can’t we talk?”

He grabbed her roughly by the chin, squeezing her mouth into a puckered position, he shook her face violently. “Enough questions, miss. My patience will only go so far. Lower your dress.”

Haltingly, Aubree pulled the dress off her shoulders and let it fall onto her arms as she folded them across her stomach. Her bra came into view. Her bottom lip quivered.

The man frowned. “What is this, girl?” He brushed his hand against her bra. “What did I tell you?” He seemed exasperated.

“I… I… I’m sorry… I thought we could talk and…”

He slapped her again, savagely. Aubree felt blood inside her bottom lip. It tasted like copper. Her hair fell over her face. She realized her nose was running. 

“Take it off, now.” He took a step back.

Aubree’s mind raced but the thoughts made no sense. She saw her father’s face… her professor at college… the Donut Palace… dolphins… Where is that clock?

“NOW!”, he shouted.

His shout brought Aubree back to the present situation. Her fear was like a living being, consuming her. She didn’t want to make this man any madder than he already was. She quickly unfastened the clip and let the bra fall off her breasts.

She was stunned as the man grabbed her and pulled the bra right off of her arms.

She watched as he walked towards the kitchen and dropped her bra into the trashcan. She realized she didn’t even know her tormentor’s name. Who is this man? What’s his name? Why does he look familiar? She wiped her nose and held her hands over her bare breasts in an attempt at maintaining some dignity.

“You are never to wear a bra in my presence again.” He walked back over and stood in front of her. “Do you understand me, little girl?”

“Yes, sir.” Aubree looked down at her sandals. I’m not a little girl.

Winston stood over the shaking girl. She was so beautiful. He could see goosebumps on her bare arms. His eyes fell to her sandaled feet. She had such pretty little toes… well proportioned. Perfect.

He pulled her arms away from her bare breasts and pushed them down. “Keep your arms at your sides, missy. Don’t try and cover yourself. The time for shame was before you decided to smoke illegal drugs.”

His eyes roamed over her full, round breasts. She had large areolas and prominent nipples. He cupped his hands under her breasts and lifted them up while squeezing. He enjoyed their weight in his hands. He pulled on each nipple, simultaneously pinching and pulling. “Quit squirming, girl!”

Aubree kept her head down, looking at her feet. She felt the strange man’s hands on her breasts, squeezing her nipples. She realized they were becoming erect under his probing, against her will. She wanted to run. Please leave me alone! Suddenly, unable to stop herself, she grabbed his probing hands and attempted to push them away.

“Stop it. You’re a pervert! I’m going to call the police! This is over!” Aubree pushed him away and turned quickly towards the door.

Winston grabbed her as she turned, locking his elbow under her chin, pulling the back of her head against his chest. With his other hand on her forehead, he locked her into his grip, in a headlock. He felt her kicking underneath him. He pulled her backwards into the living room.

“Stop it now, girl!” He continued pulling her backwards. She kicked and flailed violently. One of her sandals flew off, knocking a picture off the wall, shattering the glass on the floor. She screamed. 

He thrust his leg in front of her and pushed forward, tripping her. He fell on top of her. Pulling her arms behind her, he forced his knee onto the small of her back. “Stop this nonsense immediately!” Winston was out of breath, panting, but in control. He was pissed. “Stop it! Stop your resisting, little wench!”

He continued holding her down as she fought against his strength. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into the carpet. “Stop resisting, girl!”

After several moments of fighting, she became still, weeping.

“Please… let me up…” Her pleas were broken by sobbing. “Please…”

“Shut your filthy little mouth. Don’t say another word. You’ve made me very angry. I have been lenient with you. Leniancy is over. I am going to put you in your place, little girl. Do you hear me?” Winston was furious.

“Yes.” Aubree gasped for breath. She could barely breathe with her face in the carpet.

“Yes, what, missy?” Winston shoved her face deeper into the carpet.

“Yes… sir.”

Winston remained in place, his knees on Aubree’s back, hands holding her face to the ground. He looked over his shoulder. He could see the broken picture on the ground. Aubree had lost both her sandals in the struggle. One lay in the broken glass. The other, across the room. You’ll pay for this, bitch.

“Are you ready to cooperate?” His question was a command.

“Yes… I can’t breathe!” Aubree was gasping for air. The combination of his knee on her back and her face in the carpet made it very difficult to take a breath.

“Please let me up, sir.” She was begging. She didn’t care.

“Are you ready to cooperate?” Winston pushed her face down into the carpet.

“yes…mmpphfh…” Aubree couldn’t breathe.

“Okay. I’m going to stand up. You will remain on the ground. You will not move. Do you understand me, little girl?” Winston pushed the back of her head harder.

“Yes, sir… please…”

Winston stood up, releasing Aubree. She gasped for air.

“Stay on the ground, face down. Don’t even move, little miss.” Winston brushed the carpet fuzz off his sleeves.

“Look at he mess you’ve made in MY APARTMENT!” His voice began quietly and rose to full volume.

Weakly, Aubree tried to apologize. “Please, sir… I’m sorry… I…” She broke down into tears.

“You’re going to clean this mess up; and you’ll pay for this outrage. I’ve tried to help you, girl. I agreed to not go to the police about your drug use. I agreed to keep your punishment private but you have taken advantage of me. You’ve destroyed my things and disrespected me. You’ve shown your immaturity. You’ve acted like a child... so now I must treat you as such…” 

 

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Aubree pushed herself up. She sat on her knees, facing away from the angry man, covering her breasts with her arms.

“I’m sorry, sir. Please… can we talk… I think… we could…”

“I told you not to move. Now get back down on the floor. Immediately.”

Aubree sank back onto the floor.

“Shut up, girl. Just shut your mouth.” The command was final. “You will not address me again in any fashion unless I ask you a question. You have lost your speaking privileges. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” Aubree was angry and terrified at the same time. She felt helpless.

Winston walked over and stood over the prostrate girl.

“You’ve lost your clothing privileges as well. I want you nude. Now… Get up and strip down. I want all your clothes off. You act like a little girl and you’ll be treated as such.” Winston cracked his knuckles. If you try to run again, you’ll be naked. I don’t think you’ll be making another break for the door without your clothes…

“Strip off, girl… everything… now!” Winston stepped back, waiting.

Aubree’s eyes roamed over the apartment. She could hear the man’s heavy breathing as he stood behind her. She licked her dry lips. She tasted her own blood. Her eyes came to rest on several pictures hanging over the fireplace. They were old photographs of a young man in military uniform, standing with his commrades in various locales. She understood the pictures were of the man standing behind her. He was in the army or something… Those don’t look like U.S. uniforms… his accent is English… He’s not from here… Where is that damned clock???

Aubree was totally numb as she reached behind her back and unzipped the remainder of her dress. Standing up she let the dress fall down her legs, coming to rest around her ankles. She was now nude, but for her panties. She stood, hands folded in front of herself, looking blankly at the fireplace. She heard the man walk up behind her. She felt his fingers in the hem of her panties, lowering them to her knees.

“We’ll have these right off too, miss. Step out of them.” He slapped her butt.

Aubree stepped out of her panties. She was fully nude. How is this happening? I came here to talk…

Winston picked up Aubree’s crumpled dress and panties. He collected her sandals. He threw her panties and sandals into the trashcan. Folding her dress, he placed it on the dining room table, alongside her nude photos. He walked back over to the cringing, naked girl and stood directly behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her towards the couch.

“Come sit down. I want to ask you some questions, missy. We need to figure out where you stand before we can begin your discipline.” He manouvered her to the couch. “Have a seat, girl.”

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He watched as she sat down. He was amused at her attempts to cover her nakedness with her arms. He noticed that she would not look at him directly. Not feeling so defiant now, are we girl?

He sat down on the coffee table, within inches of the quivering girl. He looked at her. His eyes traveled over her body. Her tearstained face was beautiful, flawless. A picture of innocence. Dark eyes, cute nose, full and moist lips. Her hair was shiny and clean. His eyes moved down. He took in her full, round breasts. Her nipples were erect, although she tried to hide them under her arms. He didn’t know if it was the chill in the air or if she might be sexually aroused. He didn’t care. He would have her tonight, regardless.

His eyes fell to her firm, flat stomach. Her adorable navel. He looked between her legs. The trimmed pubic hair which stopped just above the beginning of her slit hinted at much more. Her placed his hands inside her knees and pushed the slowly apart, revealing her plump vulva. Stroking the inside of her thighs, he worked his way down to her ankles. He lifted one of her bare feet up and inspected her toes. They were perfect.

While holding her foot in his lap, Winston began, “Now. I’m going to ask you some questions. You will answer them. You will be honest. If you lie to me, I’ll know and you will be harshly punished. Do you understand, little girl?” He pressed his thumb against the sole of her bare foot, massaging it, enjoying the softness of her flesh. “Speak up, child. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir. Please… I’m not a child” However, Aubree felt like a little girl, completely nude and on full display in the front of the older man as he held her bare foot on his lap. She was ashamed.

“You are a child. You act like a little girl. I will treat you like a little girl.” He laced his large fingers between her toes. “Now, you will answer my questions.”

“Yes, sir.” Aubree sniffed and wiped her nose.

“Where are you from? Were you born here?” He was testing her honesty.

“No, sir. I was born in Keen, sir.”

Winston smiled. I like your honesty. Keep it up.

“Do you have brothers or sisters?”

“No, sir.”

“So, you’re an only child. This would explain why your parents spoiled you. You told me this afternoon that your father never spanked you on your bare bottom when you were naughty?”

“No, sir.”

“Was today the first time you’ve ever been spanked?”

Aubree looked down at her lap. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did your parents allow you to have boyfriends?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How many boyfriends have you had?”

Aubree was uncomfortable. “Why, sir?”

Winston reached across and slapped her bare thigh. “Answer me, girl! You’ve just earned five swats on your bottom. Answer me now, unless you want more.”

Aubree felt sick. “I’ve had two boyfriends, sir.”

“What were their names?”

“Todd and Samuel.”

“How old were you when you dated Todd?”

“Fifteen, sir.”

“How long were you with him?”

“A year, sir.”

“When did you meet Samuel?”

“When I was going out with Todd, sir. They were friends.”

“So, you broke off with Todd to get with Samuel?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How long were you with Samuel?”

“Until last year, sir.”

“So, you were seventeen when you broke it off with Samuel?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you have sex with either of these young gents?”

Aubree felt the blood rushing to her face. “No… No, sir.”

“So, you’re a virgin, girl?”

Aubree felt a warm tear trickle down her face. “Yes.”

Winston felt his penis stiffening. So… I will enjoy a virgin tonight.

“Did you kiss these young gentlemen?”

“Yes, sir.”

“With your tongue?”

“Yes, sir.” Aubree was completely ashamed. She wanted to run from this man’s apartment and never come back.

“Did you ever see Todd or Samuel’s penises?” Winston continued massaging her bare foot.

Aubree didn’t like these questions. “Why, sir? Why are you asking me these things?”

Winston let Aubree’s foot fall from his lap. Grabbing her behind the ears, he pulled her face close to his own. “Look at me, girl.”

Aubree hesitantly raised her eyes to meet his.

“You have earned yourself another five swats on your bare bottom. You are running up quite a tab, and you will pay in full. Now, answer my question. Did you ever see Todd or Samuel’s penises?”

Aubree could smell alcohol on the man’s breath. He was inches from her face. “Yes. I saw Samuel’s, sir.”  Her shame was overwhelming.

Winston released her and allowed her to lean back on the couch. Leaning back himself, he asked, “Why did you see his penis? Did you touch it?” His eyes roamed over her bare flesh.

“I saw it one night when we had been…” Aubree paused.

“When you had been what, girl?”

“When we had been smoking and drinking, sir. He wanted me to be with him… in bed. I told him no. He said he needed to cum. I helped him with my hand, sir.”

Winston smiled. “So, you jerked him off?”

Aubree felt weak and ashamed. “Yes, sir.”

“Did he ejaculate onto your hand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Winston pretended to be disgusted. “You’re a filthy little whore.”

Aubree looked at her folded hands, in her lap.

“Did you ever put his penis into your mouth, girl?”

Aubree crossed an arm over her bare breasts. “No, sir. Never.”

Winston was becoming more and more aroused. She’s a virgin! She’s never even given a blowjob! I shall have to remedy that tonight.

“Do you masturbate yourself, girl?” Winston cleared his throat. “Be truthful, lass.”

Aubree was shocked by the question. “Sometimes.”

“That’s not good enough, little girl. How often to you play with yourself?”

Aubree masturbated at least twice a week. She saw no reason to tell this man about her private life. “Rarely, sir.”

“What is rarely? Once a week? Once a month?”

Aubree felt uncomfortable. “Maybe once a month.”

Winston frowned. “You’re lying, girl. You’ve earned yourself another five swats. How many are we up to now? I believe it’s fifteen?”

“I’m not lying, sir! Please… I don’t masturbate!”

“You do masturbate, girl. You masturbate and it’s more than once a month. Do you think I’m a fool?”

Aubree started to cry. “No, sir. I don’t think you’re a fool.”

Winston squeezed his swollen crotch. “Then, don’t play me for one, girl. You do masturbate and it’s more than rarely. Furthermore, you will masturbate tonight. Here, on my couch and I will watch you masturbate, after your spanking. Do you hear me, little girl?”

Aubree wiped tears from her cheeks. “Yes, sir.”

“Now, get up.”

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Aubree stood up, arms folded over her breasts and pubes.

Winston stood up as well. “First, you will clean up this mess you’ve made while I have a drink. There is a broom and dust-pan in the kitchen closet. Clean up the broken picture and then get the vacuum cleaner out of the hall closet and make sure the broken glass is all cleaned out of my carpet.”

Winston watched as the nude girl shuffled into the kitchen. Her ass swayed provocatively with each step. He followed her into the kitchen and made himself a scotch.

Sitting down at the dining room table, Winston sipped his drink and watched as the naked, crying girl swept up the broken glass. He looked on as she bent forward, sweeping the glass into the dust-pan. He watched her walking towards the trashcan to empty the glass shards. Beautiful… simply lovely. He enjoyed the way her breasts swayed and bounced as she walked. Winston liked the way her stomach looked when she bent forward to dispose of the glass into the trashcan. His eyes focused on her adorable bellybutton. I’ll be licking that bellybutton soon…

“Get the vacuum, girl!”

Winston continued enjoying his drink as the nude girl worked. Soon, the broken glass had been cleaned up.

“Now. Put the vacuum away and come stand in front of me, girl.”

Aubree closed the closet door and walked over to stand in front of her abuser. She stood with her hands folded across her front.

“Hands on your head, girl. Now turn around and and bend over.”

Winston unfastened his belt and pulled it out of his trousers. “I recall that you owe me fifteen… the same age as when you had your first boyfriend. Now grab your ankles and count off.”

He raised the belt above his head and came down full force onto Aubree’s bare butt.

THWACK!

“Count off, girl!”

“one”

THWACK!

“two”

THWACK!

“three”

THWACK!

“four”

THWACK!

‘five”

Winston paused to rub his hand across her firm, reddening buttocks. “Are you learning your lesson, girl?”

“Yes, sir.” Aubree watched as a tear fell to the carpet.

“Good. You’ll not be smoking any more illegal drugs?”

“No, sir…”

“Good. Now count off.”

THWACK!

“six”

THWACK!

“seven”

THWACK!

“eight”

THWACK!

“nine”

THWACK!

“ten, sir.”

“Right. Now stand up, girl.”

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He watched as Aubree stood up, rubbing her sore backside with one hand while attempting to cover her exposed front with the other.

“Stop fidgeting. Turn around and face me, girl. Hands on your head, feet apart.”

Aubree turned slowly to face him. Looking down at her bare feet, she placed her hands on top of her head, lacing her fingers together.

“Legs apart, girl.”

She inched her feet apart, reluctantly.

Winston slapped the inside of her thighs. “All the way apart, girl… Stop being modest.”

Winston sat back and enjoyed the sight of the exposed girl. He enjoyed that she was blushing furiously. He placed his hands on her hips pulling her towards his chair.

“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you? I’m surprised you haven’t had more boyfriends. I would imagine the young men would be sniffing around your door constantly, trying to get into your pants.” He placed a hand between her legs and gently stroked her slit. He allowed one finger to gently brush against her clitoris while pulling apart her lips.

Aubree suddenly pushed his hand away. Taking step backwards, she crossed her legs and bent forward, one arm over her privates and the other over her breasts. “Please stop. I don’t like it when you touch me that way.”

Winston smiled and picked of his glass. He took a sip of scotch and savored the flavor, while watching the nude girl.

“What did I say would happen after your spanking, Aubree?” Winston placed a finger in his glass and stirred the scotch.

Aubree didn’t like his tone of voice. He just called me Aubree. He’s never used my name before… She held her arms tightly in front of herself. “I don’t know, sir.”

Winston smiled again. “Yes you do. What did I say you would be doing after I spanked your bare bottom, Aubree?”

“Please, sir. Let me get dressed. I want to go home. You’ve punished me enough. I’ve learned my lesson.”

Winston placed his glass on the table. “I told you that you would masturbate on my couch, while I watch. Now go sit down on the couch, Aubree. It‘s time for you to masturbate.”

Aubree wanted to run. She shot a glance at the dead bolted door. I’ll never make it and where can I go without my clothes? She decided to try diplomacy one final time. “Please, mister. You’ve punished me. I can give you cash. I have a thousand dollars. I promise I’ll never smoke again. Please.”

Winston stood up and walked over to the cringing girl. He placed his hands on her bare arms and rubbed them with the tips of his fingers. He could feel the girl’s goosebumps. “Your punishment isn’t over, little girl. I told you that you were staying overnight and you are. It’s early.” He watched a teardrop roll down her pretty cheek. 

“Also, you lied when I asked how often you pleasured yourself. You weren’t honest with me about how often you masturbate. So, you will now masturbate in front of me. It will be your punishment for lying. I think the punishment will fit the crime.”

He let his hands slide up her arms and over her bare shoulders. “First, you will give me a kiss like you kissed your little boyfriends.” He cupped her face in his large hands and tilted her head back. Her hair fell off her shoulders onto her bare back. Her eyes were shut tightly. He could see the mositure of tears on her eyelashes. He bent forward and placed his lips over hers, kissing her lightly, enjoying the warmth of her mouth.

Aubree was shaking with fear and humiliation. She could feel the man’s mouth over her lips. She felt his tongue pressing against her lips, forcing his way inside her mouth. He searched her mouth, caressing her tongue with his own. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away.

He placed one hand on her back. He slipped his other hand between her legs. “Now. Let’s see what you do down here, little girl.”

He let his hand slide down her back and onto her bare butt. Slapping her buttocks lightly he said, “Come on now, miss. Over to the couch and have a seat.” He squeezed her firm buttocks.

Aubree allowed herself to be guided over to the couch. “Sit down, missy. Get comfortable.”

Aubree sat on the couch, hands crossed in her lap. She held her legs tightly together. She looked down at her folded hands.

Winston walked over and picked up his scotch. He went into the bathroom and returned with a bottle of hand lotion. He sat down on the coffee table, directly in front of the embarrassed girl. He offered her the lotion. “Well? It’s time for you to masturbate now, Aubree. Take the lotion and put some on your hand.”

Aubree bit her bottom lip. “Pl…please… I don’t want to…”

“I’m not asking you, girl. I’m telling you. Now take the lotion and get started or I’ll have you across my knee. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Aubree took the lotion and squeezed some into her palm. She couldn’t move. She just sat there with the lotion in her hand, looking at her lap.

Winston smiled. “You know how to do this, girl. You don’t need my help, do you?”

Aubree just sat there. I drop of lotion dripped from her cupped hand and fell onto her bare thigh. She sniffled.

Winston smiled and cleared his throat. “Okay, girl. It seems you’ve forgotten how to play with yourself. Let’s see if I can help you remember. Now, lay back against the couch and relax.”

He watched as she complied. His eyes traveled over her full breasts and flat stomach. “Now, spread your legs and start rubbing the lotion onto yourself.” He watched as she slowly spread her legs, revealing her plump vulva.

She began to rub the lotion onto her stomach, pathetically.

“Lower, girl. Between your legs. Don’t act stupid. You know how to do this and if you insult my intelligence, it will be bad for you.” He cracked his knuckles.

Aubree was scared. She didn’t want him to be angry again. She knew she had no choice. She slid her hand down her stomach onto her vulva.

“Get busy, girl.” Winston sat back and watched.

Aubree swallowed loudly. Her bottom lip quivering, she began to rub her slit, massaging the lotion onto her lips. Just get it over. Do what he says… Her middle finger parted the top of her lips and slipped inside. She started to gently stroke her clitoral region, not the clitoris directly, but the soft, sensitive skin above and around it. Her eyes were shut tightly. Her heart pounded with fear and shame. She placed her fingers around her clitoris and started moving them back and forth rhythmically and with a bit of pressure. With her other hand, she slipped a finger inside her vagina.

Winston took a sip of his scotch and watched the girl masturbate in front of him. The squishing sound of her lotion covered fingers was loud in the still room. That’s it, girl…

Aubree let her finger slide onto her clitoris, rubbing it gently. Her other hand pulled back her lips, keeping a gentle tension on the clitoral area. She allowed her finger to slowly rub her vaginal entrance.

Out of her barely parted eyes, she caught a glimpse of the man, sipping his scotch and watching her masturbate. His eyes were locked between her legs. She felt shame and closed her eyes tighter, trying to pretend she was alone.

Her left hand pulled her genitals tight and apart. Her right middle finger stroked her clitoris in a circular motion slowly, with a light pressure. She tried to imagine that she was home alone, in her own bed. It was the only way to comply with this evil man’s demand.

Slowly, she allowed herself to increase the rhythm as well as the pressure of her strokes. She imagined Samuel kissing her. She missed him. She wished she were back home in Keen. She remembered sitting in Samuel’s car, kissing.

Her strokes became more deliberate and forceful. The circular motion of her rubbing increased. Her hips began to move. She remembered Samuel’s face. Her finger worked on her clit. She felt tingly all over. She remembered the way Samuel looked at her… how much he wanted to be with her… that way.

Her finger moved rapidly, circling her clitoris. Her hips moved up and down on the couch. She recalled running her hands through Samuel’s hair… she remembered his eyes… deep and dark… She remembered how he had touched her breasts through her shirt… how hard her nipples had been… how afraid she had been that they would get caught, sitting in front of her house… how turned on she had been…

Her finger moved up and down, applying pressure on her clit.

She started to feel her natural lubricants. She stroked her clitoris more vigorously. She allowed her finger to slip deeply inside her vagina with her thumb maintaining contact with her clitoris. She felt herself approaching orgasm. She realized she was starting to moan. Her hips were moving on the couch. She rubbed more intently with her thumb on her clitoris.

Winston took another sip of scotch. He watched the girl approaching orgasm. His own raging erection was practically bursting from his pants. Oh yes, girl. You certainly masturbate more than ‘rarely’…

Aubree’s toes clenched and unclenched. Her hips thrust against the couch. Her thumb worked feverishly on her clit in a fast, circular motion. She felt her breath becoming short. Her body felt like it was pulsating and contracting violently. She orgasmed strongly. Samuel…

As her orgasm subsided, she could feel her vaginal contractions. She felt beads of sweat on her back against the couch. She was sure there would be a wet spot on the couch. She was ashamed and afraid to open her eyes. She knew the wicked man was still sitting across from her. She could hear the ice moving against the side of his glass. She could feel his eyes on her naked body. How have I let this happen? I just masturbated in front of this man…

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Winston gulped the last of his scotch. He sat the glass down on the coffee table. He wiped his forehead… he could feel his erection in his pants. The pre-cum was like a flood. He squeezed his erect cock.

“Very good, girl. It seems you know how to pleasure yourself after all.” Winston stood up. He grabbed Aubree by the elbows and lifted her to a standing position. He slapped her bare butt. “You’re a filthy little whore.”

He slapped her lightly on the face. He was pleased to see the girl refused to meet his eyes. That’s it, girl… submissive…

“Let me see your fingers, little girl.” He grabbed her wrists and lifted her hands to his face.

“You’re a filthy little tramp. Lick your fingers off. Clean them up, now.”

Aubree was shaking and ashamed. She felt completely exposed in front of the lecherous man. She put her fingers into her mouth, compliantly.

“Lick them clean, girl.”

Aubree sucked the wetness from her fingers as he watched. She let her arms fall over herself, trying to protect her body from the man’s gaze. Please let me go now…

“You’re a filthy little girl.” Winston frowned. “Let’s have you into the bathroom now. We need to get you cleaned up. Filthy girl.” He turned her around and slapped her on the bare buttocks. “Come along, girl.”

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He held her by the shoulders and guided her into the restroom at arms-length, looking down at her bare butt. I’ll have that later, miss.

Aubree allowed herself to be ushered towards the bathroom. She looked down as he pushed her across the living room and into the hallway.  What’s happening here???

He pushed her into the bathroom. The tile was cold under her bare feet.  He closed the bathroom door behind them. She heard the lock click into place. She watched as he walked over to the tub and pulled the shower curtain back.

Looking up, she saw herself in the mirror. Fully nude… hands held over herself in an attempt at modesty. Her face was tearstained. Her eyes were red from crying. She noticed her nose was running. She sniffed and wiped her nose. She heard the water begin to run… She shifted from one foot to the other, alternately looking from the closed bathroom door to the mirror. She refused to look at the tub or the evil man kneeling beside it.

Winston adjusted the temperature until the water was warm. He placed the stopper into the drain and watched as the tub began to fill up. 

Looking over his shoulder, Winston wiped his forehead and motioned the nude girl forward. “Into the tub, missy.” He nodded at the bathtub.

“Please, sir.” Aubree sniffed loudly. “Please… I just want to go home…”

Winston wasn’t convinced. He stood up. “Into the tub, girl. Now!” He walked over and slapped her bare butt. “Into the tub… NOW!”

Aubree allowed him to lead her to the bathtub. He swatted the back of her thighs causing her to step into the tub with a splashing sound. She sat down and felt the water rush over her waist. She held her hands over her breasts.

Winston knelt down and turned off the water. The only sound in the room was the slow dripping of water from the faucet. Winston picked up a sponge from the side of the bathtub. Squeezing soap onto the sponge, he dipped it into the water. Pulling it from the water, her placed it onto Aubree’s back and began to massage the soap onto her back.

“You’re a filthy girl. American girls are always filthy.” He scooped more water from the tub. “They have no discipline. You are no exception.” He lifted her arms and moved the sponge across her stomach and breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples. “Simply filthy, little girl.”

Aubree was embarrassed. She didn’t like the way he spoke to her. “I’m not filthy. Please don’t say those things. Just let me go home… I don’t want to be here. I can take a bath by myself…”

Winston laughed, but there was no humor in his laughter. His was the laugh of a tyrant. “You are indeed, a filthy girl. You have no pride and certainly no self-respect. You act like a little child and I will treat you as such.” He placed the sponge over her face, scrubbing her cheeks and forehead.

Aubree closed her eyes, feeling the sponge wash over her face. How did I get here? What does he want from me?

Winston finished scrubbing her face and dropped the sponge into the water. He wiped his hands on his pants. He held his hands over her cheeks and turned her head towards him. Her eyes were shut tightly. With his forefinger, he gently outlined her eyelids, nose and mouth. He felt the girl shiver.

“How could such a pretty little girl allow herself to get into so much trouble? You have everything going for you… college… your first apartment… a good family. Yet, still… you fall into the trap of drug use.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, manipulating her nipples. He caressed her firm stomach with one hand while massaging her back with the other. Slipping a hand under the water, he placed a finger at the top of her butt crack and traced it down. His other hand slid between her legs. He felt her soft slit.

“I would be derelict in my duty if a failed to discipline you, girl. I must make you see the error of your decisions.” He held her chin and leaned over the edge of the tub. He kissed her on the lips. “But, I shall require payment for my discipline, girl. You will pleasure me. Do you understand?”

Aubree could barely speak. “Yes…”

Winston continued, “You will pleasure me. In bed. Tonight. Do you know what I am saying to you, little girl?”

Aubree could feel her heart pounding. “Why? Why do you want that?”

Winston smirked. “Because you’re a pretty little thing. I noticed you on day one. I knew I would have you then. It was only a matter of time. In your tight jeans and cut-off shirt. You were so sexual. Now, I will show you what it means to be sexy. It’s not just a tool to tease men, girl.”

Aubree drew a deep breath. “I wasn’t trying to tease anyone, mister. I just like to look nice. Why are you doing this?”

Winston placed his finger over her lips. “Shhhh… Stop talking, little missy. You are here and as you should be… nude. A body like yours made to be enjoyed by men. Tonight, I will show you that. You have no choice. So, stop talking.”

Aubree bit her lower lip.

Winston picked up the sponge.

“Stand up, girl.” He lifted her by the elbow, forcing her into a standing position. His eyes fell over her glistening, wet body. Water cascaded down her breasts and over her firm stomach. Droplets beaded inside her cute bellybutton. Rivulets trickled down her bare thighs and dripped into the full tub. Beautiful… she is a work of art… He moved the sponge up and down her legs. He traced the inside of her thighs. His sponge came to rest between her legs, he gently massaged her vaginal lips.

Aubree tried to push his hand away from her most private area. “Please. I’m clean there. Stop… pl… please.”

He pushed her hand away. “Shut up, girl. Put your hands on top of your head.” He smiled, as she complied.

“Put your foot on the edge of the tub, girl.” Winston lifted Aubree’s left foot out of the water and positioned it onto the edge of the bathtub. Her vaginal lips were slightly parted. He placed his index finger onto her slit and outlined it gently.

“I am going to ask you again, what I asked you before.” He paused. The sound of dripping water echoed in the still bathroom. He looked up at her face. He noticed her eyes were closed. She was biting her lower lip…

“Now. Tell me again, girl. How often do you masturbate?”

Aubree inhaled deeply. She could feel the shame wash over her body. The man’s finger was on her most private of privates. Just tell him the truth… I have to get out of here…

“Twice a week. Sometimes more…” She exhaled, slowly.

Winston let his finger slip between her lips. He felt the warm, tight opening. “Twice a week. That’s good. Honesty is what I want, girl. Now… tell me what you think about when you masturbate.”

Aubree bit her lip harder. She hesitated. “What do you mean? I don’t think about anything… really.”

Winston eased a finger into her vagina. He felt the tightness of her virgin pussy. “You think about something, miss. Now, tell me what you think about. What did you think about when you masturbated on my couch a few moments ago?”

Aubree felt nauseated. “Nothing. I didn’t think of anything, sir.”

Winston pulled his finger out of the young girl’s moist opening. He grabbed her ankle and squeezed. “Don’t lie to me, girl. What did you think about?”

Aubree wanted to run. She opened her eyes and looked at the closed bathroom door. Okay. Tell him everything. You can work this out tomorrow… “I thought about my x-boyfriend.”

Winston adjusted his pants. He grabbed her hips and turned her around. His eyes enjoyed her bare butt and thighs. He placed his hands on her buttocks and eased them apart, revealing her soft sphincter. “What about your x-boyfriend, Aubree? What did you think about?” 

Aubree was beginning to cry. She felt tears running down her cheeks. “About when we first kissed, sir. I miss him…”

Winston continued to inspect her anal cavity. “Which boyfriend, Aubree? Todd or Samuel?”

“Samuel, sir.” Aubree gasped as she felt a finger outlining her butt hole.

Winston released her buttocks. “Well, girl. You’ll be kissing me tonight.” He slapped her bare butt. “Step out of the tub.”

He watched the naked girl step out of the bathtub.

“Sit down on the edge of the tub and wait for me.” Winston walked over and opened the door. He looked over his shoulder. “Wait. Don’t move.” His eyes fell across the beautiful nude girl sitting on the tub. He closed the door behind himself.

Aubree stood up and wiped her face with her hands. Water dripped down her naked body, forming pools on the bathroom tile. She shivered. She glanced around the room and noticed a cabinet above the toilet. She opened the door, searching inside. Just a towel… that’s all I need…

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. The man stood in the doorway, glaring at her. He looked angry. Aubree closed the cabinet door and covered herself with her arms. She noticed he was carrying something…

“What were you doing, girl? I told you to remain seated.”

Aubree was frightened. She sat back down on the edge of the tub. “Nothing. I mean… I was cold. I was looking for a towel.” She crossed her legs. She noticed the object he was carrying. It appeared to be a large red bag with a tube attached. Oh my God. It’s an enema bag… Oh no… She remembered her mother giving her enemas when she was a little girl. She had always hated them but her mother said they were “healthy”. When Aubree got older, she swore that she would never endure another enema again.

Winston closed the door and fastened the lock. “Look at the mess on this floor.” He motioned at the pools of water on the bathroom tile. He snatched the hand towel off the rack by the sink and threw it at the cringing girl. “Clean this water up while I prepare your enema.”

Aubree held the towel over her stomach. “Why are you doing an enema? I’m okay. Please. I don’t need…”

Winston cut her off sharply. “Shut up, girl. You’ll have an enema. Filthy little girls need enemas to cleanse their bowels. Now get to work on this water. Mop it up and make this floor shine.”

Aubree felt numb. She slowly knelt down and began to mop the floor with the towel. Quickly, the towel was saturated with water and her scrubbing was only smearing the wetness over the bathroom tile.

“Squeeze the towel out, stupid girl. Then, you can continue to clean.” Winston frowned at her.

Aubree squeezed the towel over the bathtub. She continued to mop the floor.

Winston watched the kneeling girl scrubbing his floor. Her breasts moved enticingly and as she turned her backside towards him, her firm butt was revealed on full display. He smiled. “That’s it, girl. Clean it all up.”

Winston turned his attention to the enema bag. He turned on the water and let it warm up. While the water warmed, he poured some mild liquid soap into the bag. He then added water until the bag was full. He adjusted the clamp, making sure the fluid was secure. Turning his attention to the nude girl scrubbing the floor, he walked over and pulled the towel from her hands.

“Get up, miss.” He lifted her by the elbows. “Get into the tub and turn and face the wall.” He guided the shaking girl into the bathtub. He turned her to face the wall. “Now, bend at the knees and hold your butt cheeks open.”

Aubree had never felt more exposed in her life as she held her hands over her buttocks and pulled them apart, revealing her tight hole. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and tried to imagine a safe place… dolphins swimming free in the ocean… She felt the nozzle at her anal opening.

“Now, miss. Keep those cheeks spread and relax your rectum.” Winston pushed the nozzle into her ass. “Let’s get you cleaned out…”

Winston released the clamp, allowing the warm fluid to drain into the young girl’s anal cavity. He was delighted to see her firm cheeks clench, instinctively. He placed a large hand over her lower back, at the top of her butt. “That’s good, girl. Take it in…” He massaged the top of her crack with his thumb.

Aubree felt the warm liquid rushing inside her, filling her. She clenched her toes and bit her lower lip. She started to feel bloated and had the urge to sit on the toilet. Her abdomen began to swell. “Please, sir. Please stop. Why are you making me do this?”

Winston squeezed the bag to increase the flow of liquid. “Because you’re a filthy girl and you need to be cleaned for the next part of your punishment. Also, what did I tell you about asking ‘why’?”

Aubree remained silent. Her rectum was starting to burn a little. I need to go number two…

Winston asked her again, “What did I tell you about asking ‘why’?”

Aubree whimpered.

“I told you to never ask me for my reasons. You will do whatever I say… no questions. Otherwise, I’ll have you across my knee again. Do you hear me, little girl?” Winston squeezed the bag harder.

“Yes, sir.”, Aubree gasped. She really had to go to the bathroom. She tried to reach behind herself but Winston slapped her hand away.

“Keep you hands down, missy.”

Aubree pleaded. “Please, mister. I need to go… I can’t hold anymore.” She lifted a bare foot. 

Winston chuckled. “You can take more and you will. You’ll take the whole bag.” He slapped her butt. “Foot down and relax your hole, miss.”

Aubree felt like she would explode. It seemed the bag would never be empty.

Finally, she felt him remove the tube. She stood up and clasped her hands over her butt, dancing from one foot to the other.

Winston watched her squirm. You’ll be squirming more in my bedroom, tart… He walked over and helped her from the tub. He placed a hand over her stomach. “Do you feel full, miss?”

“Yes, sir. Please!”

He guided her towards the toilet. “Have a seat, missy and let it out.”

Aubree sat on the toilet. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t even imagine having a bowel movement while someone watched. Much less, a man. She was even uncomfortable going in public restrooms in a private stall. However, at this point she didn’t care. Her bowels opened and the fluid rushed into the toilet, loudly.

Winston watched and listened. He couldn’t believe he was actually watching this beautiful, young girl in what should be one of her most private moments. He recalled how hot she had looked at the swimming pool in her tiny bikini and how arrogant she had acted. Not so arrogant now, missy. I’ll be putting more than an enema up your spoiled ass soon… Winston smiled.

Aubree released everything and more. Finally, she sat silently, hands held over her face in shame. She heard the man walk up and flush the toilet.

“Do you need me to wipe you too, miss?”, Winston taunted her.

Aubree couldn’t look at him. She felt ashamed and humiliated. Earlier, when she had been forced to masturbate on the couch while the man watched, she had thought she could never be more ashamed. Now, she knew she had been wrong. She reached for the toilet paper…

Winston picked up the wet hand towel from the floor. “Stand up and turn around, missy. Let me see if you’ve managed to clean yourself properly.”

Slowly, Aubree stood up.

Winston eased her around and inspected her ass. He knelt down and opened her cheeks, wiping her crack with the wet towel.

Tossing the towel aside, he led her over to the sink.  He poured mouthwash into a paper cup. “Rinse your mouth out, miss.” He handed her the cup and watched as she swished the fluid in her mouth.

“There. Now you’re nice and clean, missy.” Winston picked up a comb from the counter. “Turn around and face the mirror”

Aubree turned towards the mirror. She watched her reflection as the man combed her hair.

Winston smirked. “We want you clean and pretty for the next phase of your discipline, girl.” Winston sat the comb on the counter.

“Did your father ever comb your hair after your bath?”

Aubree thought the question to be strange but, the strangeness of the entire situation was overwhelming in it’s entirety.

“No.”

She felt his hands on her shoulders, turning her towards him.

Winston stood, inches from the naked girl’s face. “Well, he should have combed your hair and he should have done to you what I’m going to do to you now.”

Aubree shuddered. She watched as he walked over and opened the cabinet.

He handed her a towel. “Dry off , miss.”

Aubree dried her face and body. She wrapped the towel around herself and stood, looking at the floor.

Winston crossed his arms over his chest. “Now, girl. Go to my bedroom and lay down on my bed. I will be in to tend to you shortly.”

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Aubree stepped into the hallway. The carpet was soft under her bare feet. The cold air outside the bathroom washed over her exposed legs. She felt a single drop of water trickle down her thigh. She walked, haltingly down the hall. She looked over her shoulder into the living room. She could see the kitchen and the dining room table. Her yellow dress was folded on the table. She briefly thought of running to her dress… putting it on and running from this apartment. A shadow fell across the bathroom door. Winston stepped into the hallway.

“Get along, miss. Right into my bed chamber.” The man slapped her on the butt, through the towel. “Move along, missy. Through the door there on your right.”

Winston pushed the girl to his bedroom. “In here, missy.” He opened the door and pushed her inside. “Take the towel off and get into my bed.” He yanked the towel from her grasping hands. He pushed the nude girl toward the bed. “Lay down, missy. I’ll be in to handle you shortly.”

Aubree stepped towards the bed. She heard the door close behind her. She covered her naked body, shivering. There was a single lamp burning in the room, beside the large bed. She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, shaking and frightened. She looked for a telephone. There was none. 

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Winston went into the kitchen. He took a shot of whiskey… straight. He shook his head to clear the foul taste. He unbuttoned his shirt, slowly. He dropped it onto the floor. Unbuckling his pants, he walked towards the bedroom. And now, for you, girl… He walked down the hallway.

Standing outside the bedroom door, he lowered his underpants to his ankles. His erect cock sprang out. He pulled off his socks. He squeezed his testicles and opened the door.

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Aubree looked up as the door opened. She saw the man walk into the room, nude. Her eyes fell to his penis. It was erect. She quickly turned away, covering her face with both hands. Oh my God… he’s going to rape me…

Winston stopped, halfway across the room. He enjoyed the view of the naked girl sitting on the edge of his bed. She tried to cover herself with her arms.

Walking over, he sat down on the bed next to Aubree. He placed his hand on her back. “Now, I am going to teach you about the facts of life, girl. I am going to show you what a pretty, young girl should do for her boyfriend. Are you ready for your next lesson?”

Aubree chewed her lower lip. She couldn’t speak. She wanted to run.

“Get down off the bed, girl. On your knees, in front of me.”

Aubree slowly stood up, covering herself with her arms. She knelt down in front of the man. She felt like she was outside her body, watching a movie…

“Now. Take my cock in your hand, girl.”

With hesitation, Aubree placed her soft hand around his erect penis. She was amazed at how hard it was… It’s much larger than Samuel’s…

“Now, girl. Start stroking my cock. Stroke it like slowly.”

Aubree began to run her hand up and down his firm penis. She felt sick. I’m going to throw-up…

Winston felt a tingling in his groin. He watched as the young girl pumped his dick with her hand. She was so lovely. He looked up at the ceiling. “That’s it, girl. You’re doing just fine. Now, hold my balls with your other hand.”

Aubree cupped his testicles in one hand, while slowly stroking his cock with the other. Please… please just cum… get it over with… please!

Several minutes passed in silence. Aubree stroking his erect cock… Winston leaning back, looking at the ceiling. He felt pre-cum forming on his erect, purple head.

“Now, girl. See what you’re doing? You’ve made me start to ejaculate. That fluid is my pre-cum. It’s to lubricate your vagina when I put it inside you. Do you remember Samuel’s pre-cum?”

“No, sir.” Aubree answered honestly. She had jacked Samuel off through the pocket of his pants.

Winston inhaled deeply. “When you see a man’s pre-cum, it’s time to go to the next level. Pre-cum is for your mouth. Now, take my cock into your mouth. Pretend it’s a lollie-pop, Like your daddy bought you at the circus. Put it in your mouth and suck on it, like a lollie…”

Aubree wanted to gag. “Please, sir… I don’t want to…”

“Do it. Or, I’ll call the police and tell them about your drug use. Do it now, girl.” Winston held the back of her head and pushed it down.

Aubree opened her mouth and slowly took his erect cock inside. She tried to just put her lips over the head, going no further.

“All the way, girl. Put it inside your mouth. Suck it like a lollie.”

Aubree opened her mouth and allowed him to thrust deeply. She gagged. It feels so hard…

“That’s it, girl. Take it all the way.” Winston held her by the back of her head and pushed down, forcing himself into her mouth. He felt her gag on his erection.

He lifted her head up and pulled himself out of her mouth. Stroking his stiff cock, he patted her lightly on the cheek. “Now, little girl. Lick it. Start at the base and move your tongue up my shaft.”

Aubree wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. This is the most horrible thing I’ve ever had to go through…

Winston looked down at the kneeling girl. “If you had given Samuel a decent blowjob instead of pleasuring him with your hand, he might still be with you. You’re just a little tease.”

Aubree swallowed hard. She fought back tears of humiliation.

Winston continued his verbal abuse. “But, not tonight. Not tonight, girl. Tonight I’m going to show you how to give a man a good sucking. Now stick that pretty little tongue out and start licking.”

Aubree leaned forward and placed the tip of her tongue against the base of his raging erection. She slowly traced his cock from bottom to top.

“Now, lick the head. Taste my pre-cum.”

Aubree flicked her tongue across the top of his head. She tasted his warm fluid.

“Put it back in your mouth. Suck gently. I don’t want to feel your teeth or I’ll have you across my knee.” Winston eased her mouth back onto his erection. Her lips were warm and moist. Her tongue felt soft. She sucked him, slowly and reluctantly.

“Yes. Yes. That’s it girl. Like a lollie.” Winston watched the young girl’s head bobbing up and down in his lap. Her long hair fell over his thighs.

He looked across the room at the mirror on the wall. He watched the reflection. He enjoyed seeing the girl from behind, kneeling in front of him. Sucking his cock. Her bare butt was lovely. The bottom of her feet looked delicious in her kneeling position.

He continued to allow the girl to suck him for several minutes, enjoying his power over her. Then, he began to approach orgasm. He gently pulled her head up and off his penis. “That’s enough, girl.” He stood up.

Aubree continued kneeling on the carpet, head down. She was shaking with fear and shame. She felt a trickle of drool on the side of her mouth. She wanted to spit.  I’m drooling like a little child…

Winston lifted her up by the elbows. “Lay down on the bed. On your back.”

Aubree crawled onto the bed and laid down. She held both hands over her breasts.

“Spread your legs.” Winston watched as she inched her legs apart. “All the way, miss. Wider! All the way.”

He knelt on the bed, between her legs, stroking his cock. He noticed that her eyes were closed. “Now, miss. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to give you a good fucking like your little boyfriends wished they could have done. Do you hear me, girl?”

A tear ran down Aubree’s cheek and onto the mattress. “Please don’t. I’m a virgin. Please, I’ll put it in my mouth some more until you feel good. I‘ll do it just the way you say… just please…”  Her voice trailed off.

Winston squeezed his erection. “No deal, missy. You are in no position to make deals.”

Placing his hands on the mattress behind her shoulders, he laid on top of her. He positioned the head of his cock onto her labia, just outside the vaginal entrance. He kissed her fully on the lips, enjoying her mouth with his tongue.

“After tonight, you’ll no longer be a virgin, missy.” He massaged her labia with his cock, moving his hips back and forth.

Aubree tried to beg, one last time. “Please, sir. I’m a virgin. Please don’t. Let me make you cum in my mouth. I’ll suck you off. Please…”

Winston inhaled deeply. He pushed forward with his penis, feeling her vaginal lips part. He searched for the tight opening.

“No deal, missy. Tonight you get fucked. It’s a long time overdue.”  Winston pushed forward, entering her. The tightness of her virgin orifice engulfed his cock. He eased into her, deeply. Oh lord. She’s so tight!  

Winston heard the girl moan. It turned him on. He began to pump her, slowly.

Aubree felt him as he entered her. She wanted to push him away but, he was strong. She closed her eyes and felt as he pumped her virgin cavity. She gasped.

“How does it feel, little girl? Do you like having a man’s cock up your little hole?”

Aubree didn’t answer.

Winston continued. “How does it feel, girl? You walk around in your tight clothes and little bikinis, flaunting your body like a whore. How do you like getting fucked like the little slut you are?” He began to pump her faster and harder.

Aubree remained silent, alone in her inner pain and horror.

Winton thrust himself inside her more deeply. “You shake your cute little ass in your tight jeans. Do you not think that men don’t notice? Do you not think they want to fuck you, girl?”

Aubree placed her hands over her face. She was weeping now.

Winston pumped her vigorously. He felt her natural lubricants start to flow. “Oh yes. You little whore. Tight clothes. Bikini. Looking down your nose, like the stuck up little bitch that you are.” He was pounding her now. His testicles bounced against her anus.

Aubree gasped and tried to speak. “Please… I …” 

As soon as her mouth opened, she felt his tongue. He probed her mouth, like he was probing her insides. The combination of his tongue inside her mouth and his penis inside her vagina made her feel doubly violated. She held a hand over her eyes and fought back tears.

Winston thrust inside the girl, his hips banging against the inside of her thighs. He increased the tempo, enjoying the feeling of her tight pussy wrapping around his penis. He thrust increasingly, faster and faster. The bed began to shake, squeaking loudly. The backboard thumped against the wall.

He moved up and down on her with a fury. His testicles slapped against the girl’s anal cavity. He felt beads of sweat on his back… He grabbed her ankles and pushed her feet into the air, over her shoulders. Locking his fingers between her toes, he pounded her from above. The sound of her whimpers only made him hornier. He leaned forward, tongue extended, looking for her mouth.

Aubree tried to push his face away from her. Please… just don’t kiss me…

He nudged her hands away with his nose and kissed her more forcefully on the mouth. He felt her vaginal juices. The tightness and lubrication made him crazy with lust. He released her ankles and fell on top of her, pounding her mercilessly into the bed.

“Oh yes, girl! Oh, yes!” He continued thrusting inside her. “So tight. Good…”

Winston approached climax. He slowed down and fell across the crying girl. The feeling of his stomach on top of hers made his penis convulse. He slowly pulled his erect cock from her vagina. Panting, he rolled over, onto the bed.

Aubree rolled onto her side, facing away from him, in a fetal position. She wiped her face with her hands. She was shaking. She felt his hand on her butt. She felt the mattress shift as he rolled over. He pulled the hair from her face and licked her cheek.

“Okay, girl. How do you feel?”

Aubree didn’t answer. She couldn’t speak.

“Fine. You don’t need to respond, girl.” Winston sat up on the bed, looking down at the prostrate girl. He touched her lightly on the back with his fingertips. “Now, I’ll enjoy you another way, miss.” His fingers roamed down her back and came to rest at the top of her butt. Slipping a finger inside her crack, her traced it to the base of her bottom.

Winston massaged his swollen cock. “Get up, miss. Go over to my dresser and open the top drawer.”

Numbly, Aubree stood up and walked across the room. She no longer attempted to cover herself. She stopped in front of the dresser.

“Open the top drawer and take out the vasoline.” Winston continued to stroke his cock.

Aubree opened the drawer and located the vasoline. She picked it up and walked slowly back to the bed.

Winston smiled. “Now, miss. It’s time for you to lubricate that tight butt of yours, and you had best lubricate it good.”

Winston watched as she opened the lid and began to spread the oily substance over her buttocks.

“No… No, girl.”  Winston laughed. “Grease your asshole. I’m going to fuck you in there.”

Aubree suddenly realized his intention. The enema… ‘you need to be cleaned for the next part of your punishment’ Oh God! No!!!!!!! Aubree turned suddenly and made a break for the bedroom door.

Winston caught her in the hallway. Wrapping his arm around her neck, he dragged her back into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. “You fucking little bitch. Now, I’ll have your ass and afterwards you’ll be across my knee again.” He threw her onto the bed.

Aubree curled up on the bed, hands wrapped around her knees. 

Winston picked up the jar of vasoline. “Now, girl. Do you want to lubricate your asshole or not? If you don’t, I’ll fuck you dry and it will hurt.” He tossed the jar onto the bed, beside her. He felt pre-cum trickle down his stiff penis.

Aubree looked at the jar laying inches from her face. Slowly, she sat up and picked up the vasoline. She opened the lid.

Winston smiled. “That’s it, girl. Grease that tight hole or else…”

Shivering from fear, humiliation and cold; Aubree dipped a small amount of the lubricant onto two fingers. She began to massage it into her anus. “Please. Just put it in my mouth. Please…” She knew her pleas were hopeless. She closed the lid over the jar.

Winston grabbed a handful of her hair. “Now, it’s time to be a little doggy. Get on all fours and show me that pretty little butt, miss.”

Aubree got onto her hands and knees. She felt him pull her backwards to the edge of the bed.

“Now, miss. I want you to think about the illegal drugs you’ve smoked and what they’ve done to you.” He placed his swollen head at her firm, tight anal entrance. “Are you thinking, girl?”

Aubree remained speechless.

Winston pushed the tip of his head inside her hole. “I want you to think about the tight jeans and little shirts you wear.” She tried to reach behind to stop his invasion. He pushed her hand away. He slipped his entire head inside her tight opening. He felt her cheeks clinch. She sobbed. He entered her more fully.

“I want you to think about the little bathing suits you wear and how you like to show your body.” She lifted her feet from the bed and moaned. He pushed inside her completely.

“Now, I want you to think about my cock in your ass. I want you to learn a lesson about being a little slut.” He began to pump her virgin asshole.

“How does my cock feel in your ass, girl? Do you feel sexy?” He pumped harder.

Aubree buried her face in the mattress.

Winston held her hips and pulled her towards him. “Well? Does it feel good, girl? This is what you wanted when you dressed in tight jeans, right? You wanted men to see your little bum. You wanted them to want you… right?” He pushed against her, entering her fully. He enjoyed the tightness of her virgin hole. “Well?”

Aubree wept and felt snot running from her nose. She felt like a humiliated little child.

Winston slapped her ass and laughed. “Whore.” With one word, he began to pound her forcefully.

Aubree held her breath and waited. Minutes passed. It seemed like an eternity.

Finally, he pulled out. She felt blood trickle from her invaded hole.

Winston sat on the bed, his legs stretched out. “Now girl, get up.” He slapped her butt.

Aubree sat up, in emotional and physical pain.

“Suck me, girl. I want to cum in your mouth.” Winston pushed her face down onto his lap. “Do it, now!”

Aubree took his erection into her mouth and began to suck. Please just cum… I want to go home…

After several minutes, Winston began to approach climax. He pushed her mouth deeper onto his erection. “That’s it. I’ll cum now, miss.”

He ejaculated with force into her mouth. He felt the girl gag.

“Take it all, girl.”, he gasped. He continued to thrust into her mouth. His pumping weakened as he drained himself, fully.

He watched as she sat up, holding her hands over her face. He saw a trickle of semen leak down her chin. He smiled and squeezed his testicles. “Did you swallow, miss?”

Aubree didn’t answer. She turned away from him.

Winston pulled the sheets back and laid down in the bed. He reached up and grabbed the girl by the elbow. “Get under the covers, girl. You’re staying here tonight.”

Aubree wanted to vomit. His sperm was still in her mouth. She refused to swallow it. She crawled over him and laid down on the bed. She rolled over, with her back towards him as he pulled the sheets over her.

Winston pulled the blankets up and over her shoulders. “Did your daddy ever tuck you in at night, girl?”

He listened. The girl didn’t respond. Oh well… I’ll fuck you harder tomorrow. He switched off the light and pulled the blanket up.

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Aubree lay quietly, until she was sure he was asleep. She listened as he snored loudly. Leaning over the edge of the bed, she spit the semen onto the carpet. I’m going to hurt you… She lay awake for several hours listening to his heavy breathing. I’ll have revenge… Finally, as dawn approached, Aubree fell into an uncomfortable sleep, having fitful dreams.

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The alarm went off at 7 AM. Winston sat up and stretched. He looked over at the nude girl laying next to him.

“Get up, miss. Time to go home. I have to pull a double today.” He jerked the sheets down. 

Winston watched the naked girl get out of bed and hurry towards the bedroom door. She didn’t speak or look at him. He pulled on his trousers and followed her into the living room and watched as she pulled the yellow summer dress over her nude body.

“Now, girl. Remember, your punishment isn’t over. You’ll come whenever I call and you’ll do exactly what I say… without question.” Winston followed her to the front door. “Do you understand?” He placed his hand on the door, preventing her from opening it.

Aubree hesitated. I’ll have my revenge, you pervert.

“Yes, sir.” She refused to look at him.

Winston smiled. He opened the door. “Good day, miss.” He slapped her butt through the dress and closed the door behind her.

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Aubree stepped into the hallway. The pavement felt cold on her bare feet. She still felt naked under the thin dress. She could feel dried blood on the inside of her buttocks. She breathed the fresh air deeply. Hurrying towards the stairs, she heard a door open behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the bald man from the night before… The man she had seen just before her ordeal. He was coming out of his apartment.

He looked at her and smiled. “Long night, I see. Darn that Winston. He sure is a ladies’ man.” He winked at her and walked down the stairs, laughing.

Aubree thought… Winston… his name is Winston… that bastard…

THE END.