Chapter 6 - Punishment and Pleasure

The following morning Jason and his friends got together for breakfast, to talk nervously about the previous night's disaster and what being caught by their RA might mean for their immediate future at the university.

The RA had the roll of film as proof of their misadventure. What was almost as bad, Lisa's camera was one of those electronic cameras that added a date and time in the corner of each picture. Not only was the evidence of their behavior on film, the date and time was there as well. Mike, Lisa, and Ken were totally scared.

Jason, giving the matter some more thought, suspected that it was his life that would be much more affected than the lives of his three friends. In fact, if he did what Cecilia told him to do, it was possible nothing at all would happen to the others. However, Jason could only give them partial reassurance, because he had no desire to bring up what was going to happen to him Friday evening.

Jason now had two very powerful motives to make up with Cecilia and do what she told him to do. He was desperate not to let her slip away from him, but at the same time she now held the fate of his friends in her hands. He felt obligated to get them out of trouble, if at all possible.

Jason went to his first session of Life Drawing with Ken, and once again stripped to model for the 30 students attending the 9:00 session. It was an unfortunate coincidence that Jason's pose for that day was to place his hands on a chair and bend over, as though he were bending over to receive a punishment. He spent the hour wondering if this was to be the position that he would have to assume for Cecilia on Friday. During the 11:00 modeling session Cecilia took her normal position right behind him, giving him one of her sweet smiles. She drew him, bent over the chair, and then added several belt marks to his bottom. She planned to hang the drawing in her dorm room to remind Jason of his role in her life every time he came over.

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Cecilia did not have an appointment with Ruth Burnside that afternoon, so she was free until 1:30. She had a small amount of spending money with her and decided to get a few items she would need for her time with Jason.

The first stop was to drop off Lisa's roll of film to have it developed. Cecilia had absolutely no intention of turning the pictures over to the dorm director, but having them in her possession was one more way she could wield control over Jason and his three friends. Besides, she was curious to see what was on them.

The second stop was at a bath shop to purchase a bottle of massage oil and a massage manual. Massaging Cecilia would become an important duty in Jason's life. At first he would remain restricted to her hands, arms, shoulders, neck, calves and feet, but over time he would become responsible for massaging the rest of her body as well. He would massage her on a daily basis, to help alleviate the stresses of her daily life. Massaging properly was a skill Jason would have to learn, one of the things she would hold him accountable for as part of his duties to her.

The next place she visited was a men's clothing store. There was no question Jason had to change his evening wardrobe. When they went out, Cecilia wanted her man properly dressed, not looking like some M-TV groupie. He needed to buy a couple more suits and several decent shirts, and definitely more shoes. She roughly knew his size, so she concentrated on looking at clothes likely to fit him. The following weekend she would bring him to this store and make him spend nearly $1,500 on new clothing. The purchases would be on his dime, not hers, however. He had the money and there was no reason why he shouldn't spend it to look decent.

Cecilia walked by a store of expensive women's clothing. She glanced longingly at the nice items, things she would not be able to afford for at least another year. Her own wardrobe was very limited and, with the single exception of the "Socrates' Mistresses" dress, mostly consisted of cheap clothing bought at discount stores. She sadly walked on, resenting having to wait to have decent clothes. The words of Ruth Burnside came back to her: "Of course it's not fair, but that's the hand in life you've been dealt."

Getting Jason to buy her the clothing she wanted never crossed Cecilia's mind. She was not interested in his money, nor did she want him buying her things. That was not the kind of relationship she wanted to have with him. Obviously he needed to pay for concert tickets and dinners, but she would have expected that from anyone taking her out, rich or poor. Paying for their dates was the only thing she wanted from him financially. In fact, she planned to discourage him from buying her gifts, because she did not have the money to reciprocate and did not want to feel indebted to him. As for the money she planned to make him spend at the men's store, that did not count, because that was to purchase clothing for him, not clothing for her.

Cecilia went into a used clothing store to look at belts. There were several racks of used belts, but most of them were too light or too stiff to use for Jason's punishment. She finally found five old heavy leather belts that were right for her needs, from which she planned to choose two. She tested them by doubling them and swatting them through the air to see which ones felt the most comfortable in her hand. A female clerk glanced over at her, curious about the customer because it was obvious what she was planning to do with her purchase.

Finally Cecilia chose two very flexible old belts, both sturdy and made from thick heavy leather. When she went to pay for them the clerk flirted with Cecilia and gave her a very warm smile.

"So, sweetie, who's been naughty?"

Cecilia hesitated, then decided to be honest.

"I got 'em to use on my boyfriend. He...sorta did something yesterday I didn't appreciate."

The clerk's face became somewhat disappointed upon finding out her customer was straight, but she responded.

"Well, you got a couple of good ones. Have fun, and give him a swat for me!"

Cecilia rolled up the belts and put them in the bag with her massage supplies. It was an ironic mixture of items, pleasure and pain.

Finally Cecilia returned to the film-developing store to pick up Lisa's pictures. She peeked into the folder to make sure she had the right ones, and sure enough, the stuff Jason was doing with his friends was undignified, to say the least. She added the pictures to her bag of purchases and would look at them later that night.

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Cecilia did her usual workout with Lisa. She could tell her companion was desperate to please her, terrified at the thought of those pictures being turned over to the dorm director. However, she was afraid to simply come out and ask what the RA planned to do, if anything, about the streaking incident. Cecilia did not volunteer any hints. In fact, she had only one comment about the previous night; one that left Lisa very unsettled.

"You know, when I was in high school I played a bit of Poker myself. One of these days, when I have some time, I ought to have to you come over to my room and we'll play a couple of rounds. Jason told me you're really good, and it'd be nice to have a game with someone who actually knows how to play. And of course, we'll have to make it interesting with the bets."

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After dinner Cecilia called Jason to let him know she wanted to move the economics class review sessions to an earlier time: 8:30.

"There's some things I wanna start doin' differently and I got a couple of favors I'm gonna ask you."

"What are they?"

"We'll talk about it when I come over."

Cecilia went over to Jason's room precisely at 8:30. She seductively placed her hand on his arm as she gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. As normal, Jason was wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a Hawaiian-style shirt. Jason's clothing was the first issue Cecilia wanted to address.

"Jason, I got a question for you. What do you usually wear when you're in your room studying alone?"

"Uh...to be honest I usually don't wear anything, you know, 'cause the rooms are so hot."

"Then that's the way I want you to be from now on when I come over. Remember what I told you, that I don't like a hypocrite and I don't like a person who hides things from me? If you're gettin' dressed just because I'm coming over, I consider that being a hypocrite and I don't appreciate it."

"Uh...yeah, I guess..."

Jason stood looking at Cecilia with a very nervous expression.

"So what are you waiting for? Get your clothes off and put 'em away."

Reluctantly Jason took off his shirt and his shorts and threw them in the closet. Cecilia angrily walked over to the closet, retrieved the items and threw them on his bed.

"I didn't say throw 'em on the floor, I said put 'em away. That shirt needs to go on a hanger and those shorts need to be properly folded. That goes for the rest of the stuff in your closet. I don't know what you're thinking, but that closet's a disgrace."

"Yeah, I guess it is..."

"And that's another issue I want to settle with you. I already told you that I want you to answer me properly and with respect. Not with 'yeah' and 'uh' and nodding your head. I told you that, and I shouldn't have to tell you again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Cecilia, I understand."

As Jason hung up his shirt Cecilia noticed a lock on one of his suitcases.

"Why is that suitcase locked? What's in there?"

"I got some personal papers in there...and...a couple of things I...didn't want you to know about."

"So you were keepin' a secret from me?"

"Uh...yeah...I mean yes, Cecilia."

"Well, give me the key, 'cause I want to see what it is."

He hesitated.

"Give me the key Jason, now."

Reluctantly Jason handed her the key. Cecilia took the suitcase out of the closet, laid it on the floor and started going through the contents. It turned out that "Jason's secret" was not too big of deal, some sexual comic books, a couple of men's magazines, some nudist magazines, and a sexually oriented video game.

"Alright, it's not too bad. I'll let you keep the nudist magazines. The rest of this stuff I want you to throw out. Just run it over to the bathroom and drop it in the trash. Once you've done that we'll get started with the readings for Wednesday."

Jason, hugely relieved that Cecilia had not blown up at him over his modest pornography collection, was willing to part with the items if it meant maintaining peace with her. He felt a twinge of regret as he heaved the magazines into the bathroom trash, but mostly relief that she seemed relatively calm about this small act of deception he had attempted. When he returned to his room, he found her sitting at his computer.

"What's your password?"

Jason told her the password and she wrote it down on a small piece of paper after making sure it worked.

"Alright. I'll be over sometime later this week to see what's on this computer. If there's anything on here you don't want me to know about, I'm givin' you the chance to get it off."

"Thank you, Cecilia."

"So there's stuff on this computer you wouldn't want me to see?"

"...Yes, I got some stuff on there..."

"Well, then that's what the 'delete' key's for, isn't it?"

Jason took his standing position while the RA sat at his desk barraging him with questions about the class assignment. Very quickly he forgot about his forfeited magazines and the fact that he was standing in front of her, hands at his sides, with nothing on. He was too busy concentrating on economic theory and formulas to think about anything else.

Once they finished, Cecilia let Jason know that she was very pleased with him. With no resistance or arguing whatsoever, he had granted her the right to review his possessions, tell him what he could and could not have, and go through his room and computer whenever she felt like it. He had ceded control of his personal space to her, which she considered a very important part of his submission. She was genuinely grateful that he was willing to make that sacrifice and rewarded him with a longer and more sensual good-bye kiss when she left to return to her room. She then asked him to call her once he finished reviewing Burnside's readings with his friends. She had another favor to ask of him later that evening.

Following an hour tutoring his friends, Jason called Cecilia to tell her he was ready to go over to her room. She met him at the door that separated the women's wing from the commons area to escort him back. She was dressed very casually, wearing a mini-skirt and a tube-top that fit snugly around her breasts leaving left her shoulders completely bare. Jason correctly guessed his girlfriend was wearing the outfit because she wanted another massage on her shoulders and feet.

They entered her room. Jason noticed a bottle of massage oil sitting next to her armchair and two towels spread on her bed. He also noticed a drawing hanging on her wall, a black and white image of himself bending over with belt marks added to his unprotected bottom. The picture was a clear indication she had not forgotten about the proposed punishment on Friday.

Cecilia took a seat in the chair.

"Jason, go ahead and get your clothes off, fold 'em up properly, and then I'll tell you what I need from you."

Jason obediently stripped, folded his clothes, and stood in front of Cecilia.

"Take a small dab of that oil, and spread it on my feet. Then you can start massaging them, starting with my toes and working your way up to my ankles."

Jason knelt in front of the chair and gently began spreading oil on her feet. He followed her directions as he pressed hard into the soles of her feet with the palms of his hands and worked the muscles and tendons of her arches. He massaged the area around her ankles and then pushed up her calves, obediently stopping at her knees.

Next came massaging her arms, shoulders, and neck. She instructed him to stand behind her and start on her neck, then ordered him to kneel beside her and work her hands. He gently massaged her fingers and then pressed into the palms of her hands with more force. He worked his way up her arms and spent a long time massaging her shoulders and neck for a second time.

When he finished she rewarded him with a gentle pat on the hand, and then moved to her bed for the second part of her massage. She lay facedown over the towels to allow him to work her feet and massage the backs of her calves. He took advantage of his position to sneak several glances at her bottom under her skirt, and the tiny piece of white cloth from her thong that concealed her vagina. His heart jumped at the clandestine peek at the intimate area under her skirt and his penis stiffened

She quietly instructed him what to do as he worked the muscles on her calves, but the next day she would give him the massage manual and he would be expected to learn what was in there by heart and apply that knowledge to making her feel better.

He moved to massaging her shoulders, and succeeded in putting her to sleep. He stopped massaging her, and sat at the foot of her bed, positioned so he could look up her mini-skirt at the lower part of her bottom and her famous white thong. It was the most of her that he had ever seen. The sight of her lovely dark thighs and tempting bottom, highlighted by that tiny triangle of white cloth between her legs, drove Jason wild with desire. He wanted her...he wanted her so bad...and was willing to do whatever it took, make any sacrifice necessary, to have her.

She was well aware of what he wanted. Eventually she would give in to him, but he would have to earn it.

Jason had to wait for his erection to subside a bit. He got dressed, gave the sleeping young woman a gentle good-bye kiss on the cheek, turned out the light, and slipped down the hall to the commons area and to his room.

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The week passed quietly, but in nervous anticipation for Jason and his three friends.

Lisa continued to work out with Cecilia, and in many small ways tried to please her. She went over Burnside's class material with her RA, trying to demonstrate her dedication as a student, and in very subtle ways tried to figure out what Cecilia planned to do about Sunday night. Cecilia's comment about a Poker game and making "it interesting with the bets" also worried her. Cecilia was pleasant, but didn't give her any clues about her thoughts concerning the streaking incident.

Jason was both scared and excited about his session with Cecilia Friday night, but was afraid to say anything or ask her about it. When he visited her room he looked up at the drawing of himself bent over a chair, figuring that probably was how he would be spending Friday evening.

He was smart enough to take Cecilia seriously about what was on his computer. Over the past year he had downloaded several hundred pictures of nude women, a few short sex videos, and some erotic fiction. He transferred the files to a CD and deleted them from his hard drive, then cleaned his registry and deleted his temporary folders and Internet files. He pulled out a drawer from his dresser and taped the CD to the back, thinking he could at least keep that from his new girlfriend. Making and hiding that CD was something he later would regret doing, but at least now his computer was cleared of anything Cecilia might find objectionable. Wednesday night he stood nervously while she went through his computer to see what was on it. She not only was looking for pornography, but also for any sign he might be cheating in any of his classes, and any other possible secret.

Cecilia studied, did her rounds as RA, wrote up dorm residents for miscellaneous violations, and attended to her duties in class as Burnside's unofficial assistant. In the evenings she grilled Jason about his progress in the class and then had him put her to sleep by massaging her. She let him know that Saturday she was the duty RA and thus could not go out on a date, but the following day, Sunday, she wanted him to accompany her shopping.

"Cecilia, why couldn't we go out Friday night? I mean I could get you back in by midnight, for your shift."

Cecilia feigned a surprised look.

"Jason, don't you remember? Friday night's when I'm punishing you for what happened Sunday. We're not goin' out. We'll be together Friday night, but we're not goin' out."

Jason felt his heart in his throat. No, he was not getting out of being punished.

Finally Friday came. Cecilia found out that Lisa was planning to go dancing with Mike, which would leave her room unoccupied until very late. That detail made the RA decide to move Jason's punishment from his room to hers, because the RA's room was at the end of the hallway and her only next door neighbor was Lisa. With Lisa gone, and most of her other floor residents at pledge parties, Cecilia would have plenty of privacy for Jason's punishment.

At 7:30 p.m. Cecilia went to Jason's room and knocked on his door. He was obediently naked, and had followed her instructions to get cleaned up and make sure he didn't have to go to the bathroom. She warmly kissed him, and then told him to get dressed. She gave him a seductive look with her sarcastic smile, and took his hand. Without saying a word she led Jason to her room, her hand rather firmly gripping his.

When they entered her room, Jason saw two thick, very sinister-looking belts laid across his girlfriend's bed. His heart raced and his breathing became difficult.

Cecilia handed him a shirt and a pants hanger. He obediently took off his clothes and hung them up. She took his hand, squeezed it, and sadly looked into his eyes.

"Jason, I really care about you and I want the very best for you. You understand that, right?"

"Yes, Cecilia...I understand."

"Do you understand why I gotta punish you?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Please explain to me what you did wrong."

"I...sorta did something stupid last weekend...and I almost got into a lot of trouble. I didn't think about how it was gonna hurt you, I was just thinking about...you know...that dare and having some fun."

Jason stopped, his eyes full of tears.

"Please continue. I don't want to punish you until I'm sure you know exactly what's wrong with what you did."

"I...I mean...we...you know...Ken and me...we were gonna get arrested and...you had to lie to Campus Security 'cause of what we did...and you don't like to do that. And...I...was supposed to help you with your books...and I wasn't...I wasn't there for you..."

"That'll work. At least you understand what you did wrong. Now, do you think I ought to be angry at you?"

"Yes, you ought to be angry."

"And you deserve to be punished on the bare bottom?"

"Yes...I deserve to be punished on...the bare bottom."

"Now turn around and put your hands on my chair. I want to feel your bottom and figure out how we're gonna do this."

She placed her left hand on his shoulder and positioned him slightly bent over, with his hands on her armchair. She slowly and sensuously ran her hand over his thin, well-formed bottom. Jason had a truly nice bottom for a guy, well proportioned and with very little hair on it. Cecilia slowly circled her hand over both bottom-cheeks, relishing the feel of his skin. This was her first opportunity to actually touch his backside, even though she already had seen it many times.

"You know, you really do have a cute bottom. It's gonna hurt me to have to mark it up."

Jason said nothing, becoming increasingly stressed about a growing erection. Cecilia, pretending to be innocent, continued to rub and explore his bottom as his penis became harder and harder. Finally when his erection was sticking straight out and his penis was bobbing up and down slightly, Cecilia backed away.

"Jason, stand and face me, please."

Very reluctantly Jason followed her command, his face beet-red as his erect penis pointed straight at her. She heaved a disgusted sigh.

"What's this?! Why are you hard?"

"I...I don't know..."

"Does having your bare bottom punished turn you on? Does thinking about pain give you a hard-on?"

Jason said nothing, but his erection refused to go away.

"Answer me! Does this turn you on?"

"I guess."

"No, that's not how you answer me, Jason! I want some respect out of you, especially now! Now, you answer me properly!"

"Yes, Cecilia, I'm turned on...I don't know why...I'm sorry..."

"Look, I don't appreciate this! Now you get rid of that hard-on! You'll be adding to your punishment if you don't!"

Cecilia stood with her arms crossed and a very angry expression on her face while Jason remained upright in front of her. His humiliation grew as he stood there, minute after agonizing minute, and that damn erection refused to go away. He choked back some tears. Finally, after about 15 minutes, Jason's penis began to relax.

The next command was to move the room's armchair into position. Once that was taken care of, Cecilia needed to change into her tube top to allow her arms and shoulders maximum flexibility and movement. She ordered Jason to turn around, but there was a mirror hanging on the wall that faced the dresser where she was changing. Jason positioned himself to watch her through the mirror and was treated to the sight of her bare back as she took off her bra. She quickly pulled the tube top over her head, positioned it over her torso, and then told him he could turn around.

She noticed that once again he was stiff, but she decided to ignore it. At this rate they'd never get through the punishment if she kept stressing about the condition of his penis. It was his bottom that she really was worried about, not his penis.

Cecilia picked up one of the belts from the bed, the one that was slightly lighter but also more flexible. It must have been a very old belt. The leather was slightly frayed, but it had a very comfortable feel in her hand. The old brass buckle made a satisfactory clinking as Cecilia doubled the strap and prepared to chastise her terrified companion.

"Over the chair. Put your hands on the arms, and make sure you got a good grip. I want you to rest your hips on the back and scoot as far forward as you can. Try to rest as much of your weight as you can on the back."

This was it...the spanking finally was about to begin. His eyes wide with terror and humiliation Jason positioned himself, wanting to prove to Cecilia that he would be brave and do his best to obey her.

Cecilia couldn't resist passing her hand over a few times over his lovely bottom, now stretched tight and gracefully bent over.

"Now, this is going to hurt, and we're gonna be at it for a while. Please be brave for me and stay down. Promise?"

"Y...yes, I...promise."

Cecilia doubled the belt and gently rubbed the end around her target. Jason was so nervous he was sweating. Cecilia noticed a thin cover of moisture on his bottom cheeks. Perfect, she thought to herself. She had heard that a thin layer of water sprayed on a naked bottom prior to punishment was supposed to enhance the sting, and the thin film of perspiration on Jason's bottom cheeks essentially was the same thing.

The young woman took a step back, positioned herself for a comfortable swing, drew back her arm, and delivered a fearsome blow across the lower part of Jason's bottom. A sharp, loud CRACK filled the room and announced the beginning of Jason's first punishment. Jason gasped, taken aback by how much the first blow hurt. He was even more surprised that the pain from that first swat seemed to get worse, not subside, as Cecilia paused before delivering her second swat.

Cecilia admired the first mark she had laid on Jason's bottom. The belt had stuck flat, making perfect contact and leaving a reddish rectangular strip of solid pain across those unprotected buttocks. Cecilia twisted backwards and struck hard a second time, the belt once again flattening itself against Jason's bare skin with a nice sharp CRACK! Jason's bottom jiggled slightly from the force of the blow.

Cecilia's heart was pounding and already her vagina was wet. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this. The reddish marks, her trembling, sweating victim, the clanging of the belt buckle, the feel of the belt in her hand as she swung, the flattening of the leather as it made contact with his unprotected skin, and most of all, that satisfying CRACK...all were details that filled Cecilia's soul with an intense pleasure she could only have imagined before that night.

CRACK!...CRACK!...Cecilia's dark eyes shined with pure joy. This was better than anything she could have imagined, something that fully satisfied her inner being. He belonged to her, he was hers to do with as she pleased, and this was what she wanted to do to him. She had waited all her life, for this very moment. Now it had come, the fulfillment of her needs. Cecilia relished every detail. She wanted to go slowly, very slowly, make him feel every bit of pain she was capable of inflicting.

CRACK! Jason shifted uncomfortably. He felt the belt tap his bottom, and felt another vicious blow, accompanied by yet another loud CRACK! He took a very deep breath, truly frightened by how painful this experience was becoming. As the heat from the first several strokes mounted, there was a loud CRACK announcing the yet another stroke and the yet another strip of raw burning marking his bottom. The throbbing and stinging from the swats increased to an intensity that forced Jason's mind, his whole being, to focus on the savage sensations coming from his punishment.

He fought his instincts to stand up or cover his bottom with his hands, because he knew that Cecilia needed him to do this for her. He loved her and understood that his place on earth was to fulfill her needs. And yet...perhaps he needed to be punished as well, to clear his mind and focus on one thing...that intense and exquisite pain from collection of welts on his bottom.

CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...Cecilia switched sides and positioned herself to strike the base of his right bottom cheek. She placed her free hand on his back to press him forward and turn his bottom up even more. He complied, spreading his legs a bit more and fully exposing the tender skin at the base of his bottom to the cruelty of the belt. Cecilia tapped a sensitive area of as yet unmarked skin, the struck full force, in a cruel blow that concentrated the tip of the belt right on the sensitive base of the bottom cheek. Jason's voice broke as the pain seared into him.

"Jason, now please be brave for me. I know it hurts, but it's what you need."

"Ow! Yes...I'll...try...Cecilia..."

Cecilia switched sides again, to deliver yet more cruel blows against the base of Jason's bottom. She measured her distance and laid several loud swats across the middle, then concentrated several swats full force on each bottom cheek.

Cecilia went as slowly as she could and Jason tried, but failed to fight back the tears. He kept quiet, but the intensity of the pain in him bottom forced tears into his eyes and down his cheeks. Cecilia looked at him. This was the Jason of her fantasies, the one with the severely marked up bottom and tear-stained face, the one who was sacrificing and suffering...just for her.

Within about a half an hour Jason's bottom was beautifully marked up, with a deep red color that was punctuated with purplish welts and marks. His upper thighs were covered by reddish stripes, but both bottom cheeks were completely red. Jason continued to feel the pain, but now there was a warm numbness as well, and an intense sexual desire.

Finally Cecilia, breathing hard and covered in sweat, stopped. She was too tired to go on, but she had a new problem, she also was too aroused to go on. She threw the belt on top of her bed and put her hand on Jason's shoulder. When he looked up at her with his teary face, she gently wiped the tears away, but still tried to maintain her role as Jason's disciplinarian. It was at that moment her entire plan for bringing Jason under her control by dominating him went off-track.

Jason stood up and hugged Cecilia. However, he had the hardest, biggest erection she ever had seen. She couldn't help herself. She just had to touch it, out of curiosity.

Cecilia's body betrayed her. Seeing and touching his stiff penis, with her soul full of erotic desire and arousal from having disciplined her love, made her forget her long-term plans. That moment she needed one thing from him, and she needed it right away.

Her body demanded sex. It had been four years...four years! Her body could not wait for what her mind had wanted to accomplish with Jason. She needed him, and she needed him immediately.

Jason, his fear of Cecilia swept away by his intense arousal and the feel of her hand wrapped around his painfully stiff penis, grabbed her bare shoulders and kissed her passionately. She returned his kiss and buried her mouth into his. She no longer was the Cecilia who intimidated and punished him, she became the intensely attractive and feminine woman of his nighttime desires and fantasies. They both needed this...they needed it so bad!

Jason buried his mouth into her neck and kissed her shoulders. He explored her neck, and then she pulled down her tube top, exposing her breasts. He buried his face in her bosom, then kissed and lightly bit her nipples. She groaned and threw her head back as she pressed her body into his. He grabbed her bottom and ran his hands over her skirt. She wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin, not over her skirt. She was the on who pulled down her miniskirt and let it fall to the floor. His hands...on her bare bottom...oh yes!

For a long time Jason explored Cecilia's mouth, her face and neck, her shoulders and breasts, with his lips and tongue. He moved behind her and kissed the back of her neck while he covered her breasts with his hands. He pulled the final item protecting her modesty to the floor, her skimpy thong. Now she was exposed, her body presented to him in a desperate request for passion and sexual relief.

His bottom still throbbing and his erection harder than ever, he guided her to the bed. She obediently opened up for him, placing her dark vagina in full view for him. He glanced at his love's most intimate region, then lightly touched her with his fingertips. The reaction of being viewed, and touched...there...was immediate.

Finally he entered her, as she reached up to feel and squeeze his welt-covered bottom. The thought that she had just punished the man now making love to her returned to Cecilia's mind. The memories of his marked up bottom, combined with the intense pleasure coming from the feel of him inside her, gave Cecilia the best orgasm she had ever enjoyed. No more fantasy...this was the real thing.

Jason thrust vigorously, the intense pain in his bottom and the intense pleasure coming from being inside his lovely companion combining to give him an orgasm that was unbelievably intense. He climaxed, spending what seemed like an exquisite eternity pumping semen into her. This was good, really good. If having his bottom whipped could do this to him...then bring it on!

Finally both of them ran out of energy and reluctantly separated. The room stunk of orgasm and Cecilia's fancy sheets now needed an unexpected wash. Jason bunched up the pillows at the headboard and rested his head and shoulders on them, as he drew her to him. She compliantly cuddled up to him and enjoyed the warmth of his body next to hers.

Cecilia's mind was awash in conflicting emotions. This had been so good she couldn't believe it...but why couldn't she have waited, like she had planned? She was angry at herself for having lost control, of both Jason and of her own body. She had planned to go much further in forcing him to submit and conform to what she wanted before finally rewarding him with her body. Now those plans would have to change.

She still wanted Jason and still fully intended to control him. She reflected that in some ways it might actually be easier, because he obviously had enjoyed the past hour and would want more. It was up to Cecilia to determine when he might get more and what he would have to do for it. There was one big advantage of this sudden change in her plans; no longer would she have to wait for her full-body massages. He already had seen and touched her, so there was no point in any further modesty when it came to presenting herself for her nightly rub-down. He would have to learn that manual right away, because Sunday night she would expect him to give her a full-body massage and do it correctly.

Cecilia felt a twinge of fear over one detail of that night's loss of control; they had used absolutely no form of birth-control. She calculated it wouldn't be a huge risk, given that her period was only three days away. Still, until she actually started bleeding, she would be stressed about getting pregnant. Obviously she could not afford to take another such risk in the future. She would have to get some condoms and make sure Jason wore them from now on. She had done her stupid deed and calculated that for once life would not punish her. She doubted she would get a second chance to be unprepared and get away with it.

As Cecilia rested her face on Jason's chest and gently rubbed his stomach with her hand, she could not have known that tonight's loss of control actually would help her plans to take over his life. His bottom still was burning from that fierce strapping, but it was a heat that he was enjoying tremendously. He had made rather frightening discovery about himself, that he actually enjoyed being punished. The fear, the humiliation, the anxiety leading up to that first swat, and finally the release of that anxiety as the belt bit into him and forced his mind to focus on the intense pain in his bottom. It hurt, and yet it felt good...really good. He actually was looking forward to his next punishment (he was well aware there would be a next punishment) because of the intense mix of sensations in his body and the exquisite release that awaited him at the end.

Cecilia already had achieved her goal with Jason. He was hers, because he was hooked on knowing that intense suffering could bring out intense pleasure. He wanted that pleasure, and would submit to her to get it.

The Freshman - Chapter 7