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“That's better-though you still have a good deal to learn about the way a good obedient girl does what she's told. Now take your hands away and make room for me,” he said.

“Oh, won't you turn off the lights?” I gasped, turning red with shame as I saw him move to a little table beside the bed and take out a small packet, extracting a thing like a rubber thumb, while he looked at me shrinking on the bed.

“No,” he said, “You have a magnificent body, Lucille, and I'm an artist who admires the beautiful in woman. There's no reason to be ashamed of your body. It was meant to please a man, just as your bottom was made to be well whipped.”

I covered my face with my hands and burst into tears in despair and shame. Then I felt the bed sink with his weight as he got into it and lay down beside me, and I clenched my bare legs together and sobbed, “Oh, don't hurt me, please, I'm very afraid… and… and… y-you'll g-give me… a… b-baby.”

“So you are a virgin as I thought, eh, my dear? Of course you are. There'll be no baby, though, don't worry about that. I've taken precautions. Now turn over to me, put your arms around me and kiss me hard, or I'll give you a worse whipping than you just had,” he said.

His voice was hoarse and angry and excited, and I was trembling so much and my eyes were so full of tears I didn't have any strength to disobey or resist him… So… I obeyed.

My mouth was crushed down by his as I passively put my arms about him, he turning me on my side to him as he lay on his side, and at once he began to feel my naked flesh, caressing my back and shoulders, my sides, and then my breasts, which he squeezed and molded a good deal while he kissed me. He ordered me to lie closer to him so my bare legs could press his… and when I did, I felt… his… hard… thing… prodding me against my belly and legs. I uttered a little cry of shame and tried to move away, but he slipped his left arm round my shoulders and his right hand forced against my inflamed burning bottom to keep me in position while he said angrily, “Try that again, and you go back on the whipping chair, Lucille. Now open your lips when you kiss me, you lovely obstinate little piece. I'll tame you, never fear. I'll make you admit I'm your master…” Agonized with fear that was even more than the shame I felt at this indecent lying naked next to him, I obeyed, and I felt his tongue dart between my trembling moist warm lips and move around, while the hand he had on my bottom roamed about, pinching lightly, patting, and stroking. I tried to arch myself away from… the thing… that kept prodding me, but whenever he felt that, he just pressed hard against my bottom and made me move closer to him. He kept kissing and using his tongue now all the time, and he put his left arm round my neck to lock me to him so I couldn't escape, while I had to keep my left arm thrown round his shoulder and my other hand squeezed against his chest. He began to rub himself slowly against me… I felt his… hard… thing… glide over my belly and my bare thighs and then it touched… my spot… and I gasped in shame and clenched my legs together as much as I could. “Don't resist me if you know what's good for you, Lucille,” he growled, pinching my sore bottom so hard I almost screamed, and kissed me harder than ever, while he brought his right hand up to play with my bare breasts this time.

“Put your right hand down and feel my cock, Lucille,” he said to me suddenly, and I wanted to die of shame. How I wished my parents had loved me a little more and not sold me like a slave to a man who was cruel and merciless to a helpless girl.

“Oh… pl-please… d-don't make me do that, Mr. Raleigh,” I sobbed. “Please… oh, how can I… I never did such a thing in all my life… Oh, please, I'm a decent girl, how can you want me to do such a thing?”

“Because I order you to do it, that's why, and because, now that you are my ward, I expect obedience no matter what your thoughts or feelings are. Otherwise, you'll be whipped till you come to your senses. Now-are you going to put your hand on my cock or aren't you?”

Closing my eyes and shuddering violently, I reached down… and took hold of… what he called his cock… I felt that there was something thin and glossy over the head of it, and I supposed that was what he meant by saying he had taken precautions… but I was so terrified and shamed and suffering from the feverish heat in my bare bottom that I hardly knew what I was doing.

“That's it,” he gasped eagerly, kissing me very hard and fondling my breast with his left hand now, while his right went back to force my bottom so that I lay tight against him, side by side, on the bed. “Stroke it very slowly and lightly down to the roots, Lucille. Get it ready to poke you… So you've never been poked between those lovely bare legs, eh, you pretty, impudent, naughty little girl?”

“Oh, no, no. Oh, I beg you, w-won't you be s-satisfied now… and let me go, Mr. Raleigh?” I sobbed as I hesitantly grasped and stroked his hard… thing. It was throbbing now… just as my poor bottom was… and I was dying of shame… Would my father and mother have let him do this shameful thing to me, if they had known? But what could I do now?

“I am becoming angry with you, my dear, and let me hear just one more protest of any kind tonight and you'll regret it and so will that lovely bare behind of yours,” was his cruel answer.

“Oh-pl-please-I… I'll do what you say… but… oh… I… d-don't… know what you… w-want me… t-to do… Please, I… I'll try my best to please you, only… only, I… I've never done a thing like this ever before,” I sobbed in my shame and despair.

“I'll tell you what to do, never fear,” he laughed thickly, squeezing my breast and bottom with a liberty and greediness that made me die of embarrassment. I wished with all my heart I had not been pretty, as then I would not have made him want to buy me from my parents and whip and terrorize me into this wicked thing.

He made me open my lips again so he could run his tongue into my mouth, and I felt his panting breath on my face. I held his… thing — I could not bring myself to use the ugly word he referred to it by-in my hand and the other arm lay about his neck… just as if we were a happily married couple on our wedding night. But every inch of my body was cringing from contact with him. It was not that he was not handsome and refined, but his cruelty to me, his obsession with wanting to see me whipped and whipping me himself, had made him utterly repugnant to me as a man. And then too, I had never had even a sweetheart to kiss me or anything. My mother had, in a crude way, told me how children were born and I had seen the animals around the farm. But nothing had prepared me for tonight.

What I feared about him, I think-apart from his cruelty in whipping me as he had, of course- and… and this… was his way of showing his anger. He was a hypocrite, for he hardly raised his voice and used endearments even when he proposed the most outrageous things. And this control and composure frightened me far more than an outburst would have done, as I believed he was capable of the most ruthless things if I disobeyed him.

I could only pray now that he would… do what he wanted to me… and then leave me to my shame and tears. But he prolonged this… a victory for him, I suppose, because he fondled and kissed me, told me how lovely I was, and began to be specific about my naked charms. “You have perfectly beautiful titties, Lucille,” he told me as he squeezed my breasts and flattened the nipples with his palms, putting his tongue back and forth into my mouth with the freedom utterly of a man who owned an animal he had bought at auction. “That's the word for these ripe round firm breasts of yours, you know. You must learn all the words and all the acts I teach you, as you're my ward and must obey. You know that, don't you?”

“Y-yes… Mr. Raleigh,” I quavered, trembling and shrinking as his sly fingers stroked and kneaded my unresisting naked body.

“Keep fondling my cock, then… tell me that you're fondling my cock and call me Master, Lucille. Say it,” he ordered sternly.