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From jorgen.nilsson@mbox2.swipnet.se Sat Jan 20 12:01:49 1996
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Subject: REPOST UNENCODED: "A demo in teenage obedience! (MM/ff, n/c)
From: jorgen.nilsson@mbox2.swipnet.se (Jorgen Nilsson)
Date: Sat, 20 Jan 1996 20:01:49 GMT

************************WARNING*************************

This is a story of explicit sexual nature. If you dislike these kind
of stories, or, if you are under 18 years of age, DO NOT read any
further.


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I did not write this story, and I don't know who did. However, if you
like it, please let me know, and I'll post some more....




*** A DEMONSTRATION IN TEENAGE OBEDIENCE ***
     Chapter 1
     "Hounded Into Submission"

"Ok Melissa, pull up your slip and show Paul your pussy."

The command, given to pretty sixteen year old Melissa Andrews by her
father
Dave, was not one a girl her age would normally expect to hear. But
then
Dave was not exactly a normal father. For him the most important trait
in a
female, especially a young daughter, was obedience. Absolute.
Unquestioning. Immediate. Failure to give it earned punishment.

The punishments Melissa and her eighteen year old sister Sharon had
received while growing up had been bad enough. Neither could remember
a
time when they weren't constantly being ordered to bend over and bare
for
the cane, paddle, or strap. Then last summer he'd sent them away to
the
notorious Hackmoore Girl's Disciplinary Academy for even harsher
training.
It had been a three month nightmare of pain and sexual abuse, all
requested
by, approved, and carefully photo-documented for their father's
benefit.

And now here he was trying to talk his best friend Paul Winslow into
sending HIS daughter Cindy off to the very same school, supposedly to
cure
her "stubborn wilfulness". And to better make his point he intended to
use
poor Melissa as an example.

The three of them were in the living-room of Dave's house. The two men
were
seated on the couch. Melissa was standing in front of them. She'd been
ordered to dress in her "discipline slip" for the occasion. It was a
plain
white satin slip, slit down the back and tied closed with ribbons.
Additional ribbons formed the straps over the shoulders. This allowed
the
garment to be removed easily over bound hands and feet.

"Quickly now. Don't embarrass me in front of Paul." her father
commanded.

Blushing deeply, Melissa raised the hem of her slip a scant couple of
inches. The way her lithe young thighs were pressed together all Paul
could
see was the very top of her cleft, but even that was enough to make
his
cock throb suddenly to life. Like Dave he was into harsh discipline
and had
a thing for pretty teenage girls. He'd often admired Dave's two young
daughters, but until now he'd never imagined his friend would actually
make
them show off their sexual charms to him. He hoped he wasn't dreaming.

Dave was not impressed by Melissa's efforts. "You can do better than
that,"
he snapped in disgust. "Show it right!"

Melissa gulped. Her father's tone of voice was unmistakable. Behave or
get
punished. She immediately jerked the him up to her waist and spread
her
legs wide. Her blush this time was a bright scarlet.

Dave was the first to break the long, admiring silence that followed.
He
winked at Paul, a message to play along. "Well, what do you think?"

Paul response was carefully casual. "Very pretty. I like the way the
pink
inner lips peek out around the edges of her slit. Her clit also stands
out
nicely. If I were you I'd make her keep it shaved off like it is now.

Dave nodded thoughtfully. "Thanks for the suggestion. I will."

They continued to look for another couple of minutes before Dave
asked,
"Ready for the flip side?" Paul managed to tear his eyes away long
enough
to reply, "Sure!"

"Ok Melissa. Turn slowly, and keep your legs spread this time! That's
it.
All the way around. Ok, stop. Now pull that slip up under your arms
and
bend over. No, all the way down. Hands on the floor. Feet a little
wider.
Wider damnit! That's better. Now arch your spine, stick out your ass,
and
hold it. That's fine."

This time Paul's dick wanted to rip right up out of his pants. Never
had he
seen a girl so fully exposed. Her pert little round buns yawed wide
open,
the cleft between them reduced to a shallow grove. Her bare sex gaped
helplessly, its every inner secret fully revealed to his lustful gaze.
If
she opened her mouth he was sure he could see daylight. "Not bad,
hunh,"
Dave asked with just a bit of fatherly pride. "Imagine having Cindy
trained
to do this."

Paul cleared his throat, which for some reason had gone suddenly dry.
"Uh... yeah. Not bad at all." He leaned forward for a closer look.
"That
sure is a tiny little cunthole. She must be real tight."

Dave grinned. "As a cat's ass. But that ain't nothing compared to her
butt.
Virgin tight and tender as hell. After what happened to her at that
school
she hates even having it touched."

Paul looked puzzled. "Oh? What was that?"

Dave's reply was a little embarrassed. "Well, actually it's kind of my
fault. The people at the school have this special treatment that's
supposed
to tone up the ass muscles. You know, make 'em nice and firm so they
don't
get stretched out of shape. It's a kind of chair with a little metal
prong
about the size of your thumb sticking up from the seat. They run a
current
through it to make the muscles clench. Kind'a painful, especially if
it
goes on for very long. Anyway, when I filled out the forms I checked
the
box for "maximum". I didn't know that meant they'd spend a whole day
on
that prong, getting the shit shocked out of them."

"Oh." It was all Paul could think of to say.

Paul was so busy admiring the view that he hardly noticed when Dave
got up
and walked out of the room. When he returned he was leading a very
large
Great Dane on a leash. It was Butch, the family pet. "Okay," he said
with a
flourish, "time to demonstrate sexual responsiveness." He turned to
his
young daughter. "On your hands and knees kid, forehead to the floor,
and
spread 'em wide."

Melissa took one look at the huge dog and panicked. She fell to her
knees.
"Oh no Daddy! Please don't make me do it! Not the dog! Not in front of
Mr.
Winslow! PLEASEEE!!!!"

Dave's face darkened. "You have just earned yourself one whipping for
disobedience, and one extra one for misbehaving in front of a guest.
Both
will be QUITE severe. Now get it up here!"

With a sob of despair Melissa did as she was told. Head down and ass
up,
her knees spread wide, her shaved sex gaped in open invitation. Dave
unhooked the dogs leash and said, "Go boy!"

The hound bounded over the girl in two steps. He apparently had done
this
before because he went immediately to her plump cleft and started
lapping.
Dave returned to the couch to watch the show.

"I think it's interesting to note that Melissa would rather die than
show
sexual response to a dog," Dave commented casually. "Especially in
front of
another man. She'll do everything in her power to resist the
sensations.
She will of course be unable to, thanks to all those special female
hormones and stimulants the school treated her with. She has less
control
now over her orgasm than she has over breathing. But she'll still
try."

Dave was right. Poor little Melissa never had a chance. First her
fists
clenched. Then her hips began to wriggle. She bit her lip to try to
stifle
the moans. The dog was winning. Finally when she knew all was lost she
buried her face in her hands and let the spasms take her, her hips
thrusting helplessly against the probing tongue. It went on for a long
time.

"Damn it Melissa! Back into position!" Dave snapped. "I didn't say you
could get up."

Melissa's tear streaked face turned toward her father. "B... but..."

"That makes three whippings you've got coming," Dave hissed. "Now get
that
little ass of yours back in position!"

The second one was even worse. Her sex was already wet, swollen, and
excruciatingly sensitive from her previous orgasm. She writhed and
moaned
and sobbed in helpless frustration at the brutally intense sensations
streaming up from between her widely parted thighs. The outcome was
inevitable. She wailed helplessly as the second set of spasms shook
her.

Nor did it stop there. Melissa looked up at her father, her eyes
pleading.
He just grinned. She was cumming for the forth time when her mother
walked
in.

Ann Andrews shook her head and just smiled at the sight of her
daughter and
the dog on the floor. She walked over to her husband and kissed him
hello.
"Hi sweetheart," she said cheerfully. "Why hello Paul."

"Uh... Hi Ann," he replied, his voice betraying his nervousness. He
was
unsure of how the mother would react to the blatant sexual abuse of
her
sixteen year old daughter. She just smiled. "I see you boys are having
a
good time."

Paul coloured slightly and looked uncomfortable. Dave nodded with
boyish
enthusiasm. "You bet. I was just showing Paul the benefits of sending
his
daughter off to that girl's training school. Melissa is helping. Oops!
There she goes again."

Three pairs of eyes turned to watch Melissa clutch the carpet and
gurgle
into another long series of spasms. When they finally passed Ann said,
"Well, I hate to break up the show but we've got to be at the
Henderson's
in half an hour for bridge club."

Dave looked thunderstruck. "Oh SHIT! I forgot all about it. And I
didn't
even call the baby sitter." He glanced around wildly, his eyes falling
on
his friend. "Paul! You've got to help me. Stay with the girls for a
few
hours while we go out. How about it?"

Paul hesitated, unsure of how to handle this sudden turn of events.
"Uh...
I don't know Dave. I'm not much of a baby sitter." Behind them Melissa
suddenly cried out in the throes of yet another orgasm. No one could
remember whether it was her fifth or sixth. Dave paused, thinking. He
caught his wife's eye. "Could you excuse us for a minute dear? Man
talk."

When she was gone Dave pulled Paul aside and said, "Listen chum, I can
see
by the bulge in your pants that you're just dying to get at that cute
little piece of teenage ass over there on the floor. Lord knows she's
all
warmed up for it." Behind them Melissa moaned as if in confirmation.
"And
believe me I don't mind. We'll be gone for hours. Fuck her all you
want."

It was tempting. Damn tempting. The problem was that deep down inside
Paul
still just couldn't believe Dave really meant what he was saying. Dave
squeezed his arm. "Even better, give her those three whippings I
promised
her. There's all sorts of canes and ropes and things down in the
basement.
Her sister Sharon's already down there, tied up over the trestle. I
was
planning to demonstrate a good old fashioned ass whipping for you
after we
finished with Melissa."

Paul wavered. "Well..."

Dave sighed. "Ok, if it makes you feel any better I'll tell you what
we'll
do. We'll make a deal. A gentlemen's agreement so to speak. That way
it'll
be fair for everybody."

"What kind of deal?" Paul asked suspiciously.

"You're going to send your daughter Cindy off to the same school my
two
went to, right?"

There was no question about that one. Paul had seen more than enough
to
convince him of the school's merits. He nodded.

"And when she gets back she'll be just as well trained as mine are."

"I suppose so," Paul replied cautiously.

"So here's the agreement. You can do anything you want to my two
daughters
tonight. And I do mean ANYTHING! As long as I get to do the same
things to
your daughter some night after she gets back. That way we both know it
won't get too far out of hand."

Paul thought about it. A smile played slowly over his lips. "You know,
Cindy has been a real pain in the ass lately. Protecting her precious
hide
from you won't be much of a deterrent. In fact it'll probably have the
opposite effect."

Dave shrugged. "That's her problem. Deal?"

Paul nodded. "Deal?"

     Chapter 2

     "Getting A Buzz On"

The two of them hurriedly stripped off Melissa's slip and carried her
downstairs to the basement. As promised her eighteen year old sister
Sharon
was already down there, bent naked over the trestle, her pert little
ass
reared high. She was gagged, which prevented a lot of unnecessary
questions. She was obviously shocked to see to see the two men
carrying her
naked, sobbing younger sister into the room.

They threw Melissa down on a large four poster bed, spread-eagled her
face
up, and cuffed her wrists and ankles to posts in each corner. A thick
pillow shoved under her ass elevated her hips. Conveniently placed
cranks
allowed them to draw her body bowstring taut. When they were done her
red,
swollen cleft gaped helplessly skyward.

"You should find everything you need in one of those lockers," Dave
said,
pointing to a row of four cabinets against the far wall. Don't
hesitate to
use any of it." He looked pointedly over at his younger daughter's
cruelly
elevated midsection and winked. "Also don't hesitate to use it where
you
think it'll do the most good."

Dave hurried out to get ready for bridge club, closing the basement
door
behind him. Before leaving he assured Paul that it was totally
soundproof.
Just to be sure he wasn't disturbed Paul threw the heavy inside bolt.

That done he began to take stock. Inside one large cabinet was every
kind
of whip, paddle, strap, cane, and taws imaginable. Another cabinet
yielded
a treasure trove of dildos and vibrators, some impossibly huge and
heavily
spiked for girls the age of Sharon and Melissa. A third was full of
bondage
devices. A forth held what looked like medical instruments and
supplies,
heavy on the lubricants. Paul gleefully rubbed his hands together. He
was
in business.

The first thing he looked for was an appropriate vibrating dildo for
Sharon. He found one that was over ten inches long and about as thick
as
the girl's wrist. It had a dozen spiralling rows of short, pointy
spikes
along it's length, and even better it was equipped with a heavy duty
AC
powered vibration unit. Perfect. He picked it up along with a harness
and a
jar of Vaseline.

It took almost ten minutes of pushing and shoving and twisting to get
the
dildo buried to the hilt up Sharon's tight little hole. To Paul's
delight
the poor youngster kicked and screamed the whole time, especially when
the
spikes started digging into the drum-taut inner walls of her cunt
walls. He
could actually see the little bumps moving up the bulge the dildo was
making in her groin.

He didn't really need the harness. There was no way the dildo was
going to
come out on it's own. But buy putting it on and cinching it tight
between
the girl's legs he ensured that the head of the phallus would remain
pressed hard up into the very back of her womb, no matter how
violently she
bucked.

Sharon shook her head frantically when Paul held up the plug, her big
brown
eyes pleading for mercy. The dildo already felt like it was splitting
her
in two. Paul grinned, bent down, and shoved the prongs into a nearby
wall
socket. Sharon tensed. Her eyes squeezed shut. She held her breath.
Nothing
happened.

A minute later Paul was still scratching his head. He pulled the plug
out
and tried the other socket. Still nothing. He walked around and looked
at
the base of the dildo. Ah! There it was. A ring at the base of the
dildo
with an arrow embossed on it. Above it, etched into the plastic shaft
were
the words "OFF -- LOW -- MED -- HI -- MAX". Above that was the
message:

       CAUTION!

     Do NOT use maximum setting for

     more than 30 sec. at a time.

     Intense discomfort may result.

The arrow pointed to "OFF". Paul twisted the ring until it pointed to
"LOW". The vibration unit kicked on and began to hum in a low,
powerful way
that was entirely different from the usual battery operated unit.
Sharon
squirmed and whimpered at the sudden new wave of sensation pouring up
from
between her legs. She tugged at her bindings.

Paul had to admit that the sex hormones were wickedly effective. It
took
less than a minute for Sharon's first orgasm to start. The moment it
hit
her Paul twisted the ring to "MED" and the hum doubled in volume. So
did
Sharon's strangled protests. She bucked and heaved and tugged
uselessly at
her bindings as the blinding waves of pleasure/pain filled her young
body.
It went on and on until she felt like she surely must faint. That's
when
Paul twisted the ring to "HI".

The angry buzz cut through Sharon like a red hot poker. Her sex was
already
sore and swollen from her just finished orgasm. The new assault was
more
than she could take. She wailed helplessly, her hips bouncing in wild
abandon over the top of the trestle. Paul let her suffer for a good
five
minutes before switching up one more notch to "MAX".

The dildo actually thrummed with power as its full potential was
released
upon Sharon's helpless sex. If she hadn't been gagged her teeth would
have
rattled. As it was it felt like a bare wire had been shoved up her
cunt and
plugged in instead of a vibrator. She screamed. Again and again. Paul
just
smiled, patted her on her wildly jerking ass, and walked off.


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     Chapter 3

     "Punished Puss"

Paul found exactly what he was looking for in the whips cabinet. A
martinet
with six knotted cords about eighteen inches in length. The dildo
cabinet
produced a "billy-club", a slim twelve inch rectal invader with a
heavily
spiked head attached to a grip fitting handle. The penis gag was in
the
bindings locker. He still had the Vaseline.

Melissa watched him approach with wide-eyed fear. She'd seen what he'd
done
to her sister. She knew she could expect the same. Her voice quavered.
"W...what are you going to do?"

Paul sat down on the bed even with Melissa's raised hips and grinned.
"I'm
going to give you the whipping you earned tonight by disobeying your
father. Now be a good girl and open your mouth."

Knowing better than to disobey the pert youngster did as she was told.
Paul
inserted the phallus into her mouth and buckled the strap behind her
head.
She whimpered at the tightness of it.

Paul picked up the jar of Vaseline and scooped out a big glob onto his
fingers. He began to message it into the girl's gaping sex and between
her
bottom cheeks. While he worked he talked. "Tell me Melissa, have you
ever
been whipped between your legs? (Wide eyed shock. Frantic shake of the
head.) No? Well in that case you're in for a real experience. Every
girl
I've ever done it to absolutely hates it. I'm sure you will too. But
then
that's part of the price you pay for disobedience, isn't it." He bent
over
to inspect his work, then scooped more Vaseline.

"Of course this will be a new experience for me as well, since I've
never
pussy-whipped a girl your age before. I suspect that you're going to
be
much more sensitive than the women I've tried. Especially after that
little
bout with the dog." Paul grinned at Melissa's blush. "The spread of
your
legs and your total lack of pubic hair should also add to the severity
of
the pain." He dipped more Vaseline. "In case you're wondering the
Vaseline
is to lubricate your tissues so that the thongs won't cut. They'll
still
sting just as bad, maybe even worse, but I promise there won't be any
damage. I wouldn't want to injure a pretty girl like you."

By this time Melissa's hips were squirming helplessly. It had been
less
that fifteen minutes since the dog's attentions and she was still wet
and
fully aroused. Paul chuckled. "Good. I'm glad to see you've got some
spark
left. It always hurts more when the tissues are swollen with lust."

Finally Paul set the Vaseline aside and picked up the dildo. "Do you
know
what this is for?" Melissa shook her head. "Before each stroke I
expect you
to lift your hips up off the pillow as high as you can. If you start
to
forget I'll shove this up your ass to remind you. Is that clear?"
Blinking
back tears, Melissa nodded.

Paul picked up the lash and turned to face Melissa's cruelly splayed
sex.
The sight of her plump, hairless little pussy with its slit gaping
wide and
its insides wet and swollen was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.
He
touched the cords to her pubic mount. She obediently raised her hips.

SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLATTT!!!

Melissa's scream was one of pure, shrill, burning agony. Never in her
young
life had she experienced anything like the white hot pain of the
knotted
thongs biting into her tender inner tissues. She heaved against her
bindings, her legs kicking wildly as the terrible sensations between
her
legs grew and grew. And just when it couldn't possibly get any worse,
Paul
whipped her again. And again. And again.

SWISSSHHHHHH.........THWACKKK!!!

SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLATTT!!!

SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLAATTTTT!!!

Paul was having the time of his life. Never had he seen anything so
beautiful, so powerfully erotic as the way pretty little sixteen year
old
Melissa reacted to having her cunt flogged. The look of shock and pain
on
her sweet young face was priceless all by itself. Then there was the
helplessly lewd way her hips danced around on the bed. The beautiful
red
welts that spread across the pale nether lips. And the sounds! The
splat of
the lash. The strident shrieks of agony, reduced to soft mewings by
the
gag. The creak of the bed under her bouncing ass. The muffled pleas
for
mercy. The broken, shuddering sobs. It was unbelievable.

Poor Melissa foolishly failed to rise for the fifth stroke. This
caused a
short but interesting pause while the dildo was rammed up her tight,
tender
little asshole. Her father had been right about the effects of the
training. The poor kid tried to jump out of her skin the moment the
spiked
tip touched the puckered bud of her rectum. She strained to the very
limits
of her bindings trying to escape it, and Paul took full advantage of
the
opportunity by cheerfully lashing the thongs straight down into her
wide
open cleft. The dildo sank a little deeper with each stroke.

After that Paul had no trouble making the girl arch her pussy up. All
he
had to do was reach around her hips and tap the handle of the dildo.
She
would rise up like a breaching whale, her sex ripe and open for the
lash.
The whipping progressed with a steady, cruel rhythm.



