Bending Bebe

An eBook By Jay Lawrence.

"Take off your coat and dress, and sit on the bed."

The man, whose name Lisette could not bring herself to ask, turned his back on her to fix himself a drink. She did as he instructed, noting that he did not offer her anything. The room was magnificent - spacious and luxurious, with a marble en-suite bathroom and a vast floor to ceiling window showing the bright lights of the city's high-rise core. The young woman sat on the very edge of the bed, very upright, like a well-brought up little girl. She was very aware of having no bra and her nipples were hard in the cool air of the room.

"I'm going to blindfold you, Vicki. I want you to relax and accept that whatever I do to you, I do for my own satisfaction. I want you to exist purely for my pleasure. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent."

Something soft brushed her eyelids and the room was obscured. The dream-state seemed to enter a deeper, stranger place, where Lisette was hardly aware of where her body began and the stranger's hands left off. His fingers seemed to be everywhere at once, pinching and probing, appraising the size and firmness of her breasts, the long sweep of her spine, the silky inches of thigh above her stocking tops. She was no longer truly afraid, for it felt as if she was under a kind of spell or mild hypnotic trance.

"Part your thighs, Vicki."

Each time he spoke to her, he did so in a firm, commanding voice, the type of voice she associated with effective school teachers. He didn't sound bossy or stern, just decisive. There was something about his tone that made her want to obey. She shuddered as his cool smooth hand entered her panties for the second time. He didn't seem to be making any real attempt to stimulate or arouse her; it was as if he was still in appraisal mode. Suddenly, he grasped her hot, swollen clit between the very tips of one finger and thumb and squeezed it hard. Lisette moaned. The hand withdrew.

"Get on your hands and knees."

"On the bed?"

"Yes, Vicki, on the bed. That's where sluts like you belong."

The word "slut" shocked, then excited her. It was true. She was a whore. Mutely, she adopted the position he asked, feeling supremely vulnerable. His invisible hands grasped her trembling hips, placed her just so. He seemed to want her in a servile, animal-like position, with her bottom raised in the air. Her panties were soaked with musk-scented juice. Her tender clit throbbed.

"I'm going to spank you now, Vicki. You're a naughty girl."

"Yes, sir."

She could not think of anything else to say and the brief, respectful response seemed to please him. She shivered and moaned again as her damp panties were slowly peeled from her lovely bottom, ending up about her knees.

"What a pretty bottom you have. Just made for reddening. I thought that as I watched you dance, when you were trying to fuck that pole."

Lisette could not respond. Her whole body was tense with anticipation and saturated with a lush erotic pleasure. She was a whore, a pretty, expensive slut who was to have her lovely bottom spanked. The man's breath was hot and moist on the nape of her neck and she cried out with the unbearable tension. He placed the palm of one hand against the sensitive contours of her buttocks.

"Please..."

She realized she was almost on the point of begging him to begin, such was her excitement. His hand moved away from her electrified flesh.

"Ohhh!"

Suddenly, sharply, the guy began to smack her naked bottom. The first spank surprised her with its angry, stinging pain, like the bite of a large insect, then the sensation changed to a deeper, warmer sensation and the spanks felt more like a thudding beat. Lisette wriggled her bottom from side to side and ground her hips, clenching and relaxing with the steady rain of smacks. Once she raised her head and the man pushed it down abruptly with his free hand, as if he wanted her to remain in a cowed, submissive position. The throbbing in her clit was intensifying with every spank. After a while, she realized she was crying out softly with every resounding smack.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

The man's free hand grasped her beautiful, shining hair and held it tight, bringing tears of pain to Lisette's eyes. It hurt, but there was also something really thrilling about it, something primeval and deeply exciting. She moaned again, louder than before. The bare bottom spanking continued, harder and faster than before. The young woman's hips bucked wildly and she began to wail. She was going to come with a ferocious intensity.

"Cum-slut!"

His voice was cool and distant in her ear.

"Whore!"

His hand was hot, but not as hot as her exposed and scarlet bottom.

"Oh God! Oh no! Oh help me!"

Screaming, Lisette orgasmed, as the man roughly turned her over...

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