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  “What do you think Judy?” Sergio asks, coming up behind me and wrapped his arms round my waist. His lips start to gently caress my neck and I sigh with disappointment when he stops.

  “It’s lovely Sergio. Do you live alone?” I wonder out loud.

  So far, during the evening, I haven’t asked him about his old girlfriends. The flat seemed too tidy for a man living on his own.

  “I know what you’re thinking Judy,” he laughs. “Yes I do live on my own, but I have a cleaner come in Saturday mornings. You should have seen the flat last night!” He laughs again.

  He takes my hand and leads me into the master bedroom, which is furnished with white fitted furniture and a row of tall mirror wardrobes. Sergio leads me to the side of the bed, seats himself on the edge of the king size divan and guides me closer to stand between his legs.

  “Judy, you’re so beautiful, what a shame we haven’t met before.” he says with a wicked glint in his eyes. I slipped my stilettos off when we entered the flat, so I’m only just standing above him as we talk.

  “Well, I’m here now,” I respond, lamely.

  His hands reach out to the clasp on my flouncy skirt.

  My heart starts beating faster, while he unfastens the catch and pushes the skirt off my hips. I hold my breath, while the soft garment falls apart, slides down my legs and pools around my feet. A shiver runs through my body, because I feel so small and vulnerable standing before such a strong and powerful man.

  His eyes light up when my panties are revealed, but he surprises me, by starting to undo the buttons on my blouse. I watch him carefully unfasten them one by one until he’s able to pull the sides apart to reveal my petite breasts with their large, cherry pip nubs.

  His huge hands fall on them and began to massage my modest mounds, while rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. I close my eyes and sigh with delight.

  “I love the size of your breasts and these lovely bullets. Judy. You have a stunning body,” he says sliding his hands sideways, pushing my blouse from my shoulders and again allowed the garment to fall to the floor. “And your hair is incredible…”

  He slips his hand behind my head and encourages me to lean forward, enabling him to take the peak of my left breast into his mouth and begin sucking and teasing the hard nipple.

  As ripples of pleasure thrill me to the core, I place one hand on his rock solid shoulder and comb his hair slowly with the fingers of my free hand. He releases my nipple and sits back to look up into my eyes.

  “Judy, the moment we met in the restaurant, I became captivated by your stunning green eyes.” His fingers slip down my sides, to the waist band of my panties and grasps the tight elastic. “Judy, I’d like you to shower and then slip into bed with me.”

  His demands don’t alarm me as much as the feeling of my panties being peeled down my hips and off my vulva. I see his eyes light up, when he pauses for a second to admire my denuded sex, but he continues pushing them down my legs and in the process comes uncomfortably close to brushing against my pussy.

  I’m dumbfounded for a few seconds, unable to assimilate his bold move. My brain is buzzing from the wine and martinis, but because I’m genuinely attracted to Sergio, I allow him to stand and lead me into the bathroom. It feels strange to be completely naked, while my host is still fully dressed, but I’m keen to have a shower, which I hope will clear my head a little.

  “Judy, I’ll start the shower and sort out some towels.” I watch him open the cubicle door, start the water running and then pull some towels out of a small cupboard by the sink. Once he’s put them on the rail, he turns back to me just as I’m about to step into the hot spray.

  “Is there anything else you need?” he asks.

  “No, I’m okay.”

  I’m relieved when he leaves the bathroom, enabling me to shut the cubicle door and start showering. I’m beginning to get cold feet, because Sergio is acting a little more forthright than I expected. However, I desperately need a shower, and once I’m under the hot spray, my doubts start to fade and I begin to enjoy myself. My back is to the door, so I’m completely taken by surprise when it opens and Sergio steps in behind me.

  Sergio slowly begins to soap my body from behind and the anxiety gradually leaves my body. I let out a gasp, when he begins to kiss my neck and fondle my boobs again. He stands close behind me and I can feel his erection nestling against my backbone, but the hot water has a calming effect on me.

  His strong hands wash every inch of my body and when his fingers finally reach the deep furrow of my cunt and slip within the soft, fleshy folds, my legs begin to turn to jelly. I turn in his arms, making him withdraw his fingers and throw my arms up through the jetting spray, before wrapping them round his neck, so I can draw him closer to me.

  My head begins to spin, as I feel his hands on the under slopes of my butt cheeks, before his strong arms begin to lift me off my feet. His move surprised me, and as I allow him to easily pull me up his body, his insistent fingers nudge the back of my thighs, urging me to lift my knees onto his hips.

  I comply and immediately feel his granite-like cock, slither down my tummy, nudge against my vulva and then spring free beneath my gaping cunt. The cubicle is just large enough for me to wrap my legs round his body, while I hold him in a wild embrace and kiss his wet, handsome face.

  “Judy, tell me what you want!” He demands aggressively.

  “I don’t know Sergio, I…….” The tip of his cock is nudging the soft portal of my hungry quim.

  For the first time I think that the situation is moving too quickly, but I’ve gone too far to turn back now! He begins to kiss me again, with his tongue attacking my mouth, causing me to momently forget that my other orifice is about to be invaded by his thick erection. With my knees held high, my cunt is yawning, so when he allows my body to slip down, I easily become impaled on his rampant cock.

  I moan, as he fills and stretches me like no other man has before him. I hear the shower door open, before we back out of the hot spray into the bathroom, where he turns and carries me through into the bedroom.

  I feel so small compared to his large muscular frame and totally helpless, when he kneels on the bed and gradually lowers me down onto my back, so he can begin to slowly fuck me with long hard strokes.

  Each time he reaches maximum penetration, I let out a tiny whimper, and before I know it I’m pushing my thighs higher to make it even easier for him to pummel me with his thick stem.

  I think that my climax built slowly, because I drank a large amount of alcohol during the night. As my orgasm approaches, sparkling electricity courses through my veins, until I reach a peak, at which point I spiral up into a flood of deliciously intense sensations.

  My hands clench the duvet and my body bucks, when I feel him jerking his seed deep into my womb, before eventually withdrawing from my ravished body.

  I’m vaguely aware that Sergio is drying my body with a towel, before tucking me in bed, but the effects of the drink soon take over and I slip into a deep satisfying sleep.

  Chapter 3

  I knock on the door and a voice from within, calls out for me to enter. I push the door open, enter the principal’s study and walk into the centre of the room.

  The middle aged gentleman is sitting on the edge of his desk, watching me carefully with a serious expression on his face. Once I’m standing in the required position, he stands up, walks past me and locks the door. I watch him out of the corner of my eye walk to a tall cabinet, open it and select a 30 inch cane, before returning to sit on the edge of the desk.

  “Are you aware Judy, that you have broken the rules?” He demands an answer from me.

  “Yes sir,” I reply sheepishly.

  “What’s it to be Judy, cane or expulsion?” I look at the yellow length of rattan and know that I have no option, but to choose the cane.

  “The cane sir,” My voice quivers and my legs begin to tremble uncontrollable, as I reply to his question.

  “A wise
choice girl. Remove your shoes, skirt and knickers and put them on my desk,” he commands.

  I knew the punishment was going to be severe, but on my bare buttocks! I flush and wring my hands together.

  “Please Sir, let me keep my panties on. I will be good. I’ll never do it again.” I’m dismayed and horrified that he wants me to bare my posterior and secret, intimate parts.

  He will see everything! What am I going to do, I wonder? Even if I squeeze my thighs together, he will surely see the slot of my pussy between my thighs!

  I release the clasp of my pleated skirt and undo the button, allowing it to fall apart in my hands. I fold it in front of me, in an attempt to hide my panties, but he steps forward, and takes it from my hands, leaving me standing in just my white socks, panties and blouse. The blouse is a short summer style and barely reaches the elastic of my underwear, so offers no protection at all.

  “Please sir, they are very thin…” I whine.

  I could only find an old pair of standard issue school panties this morning, which are particularly tight on my shapely butt cheeks.

  “Get them off Judy. Always on the bare! We believe in strict discipline here at the University” He swishes the cane in the air menacingly.

  I turn away from him and placing my thumbs in the waistband, work them down over my globes, down my thighs to my feet, whereupon I bend carefully and pick them up.

  I reluctantly hand them over to him when he holds his hand out to take the balled up garment from me, I blush when he unravels the panties and takes a few moments to examine the gusset, before laying them on top of my skirt. The principal then points to a pommel horse at one end of his study.

  “Get over the horse Judy and be quick about it!” he orders, urging me on with a flick of the cane.

  I scamper over to the infamous piece of equipment, the purpose of which everyone knows, but wants to avoid at all costs. A low stool stands at one side, which I step onto, before turning to look at the principal to see if there is any sign of mercy on his face. But his stern expression tells me everything.

  “Hurry Judy or you’ll get a dozen instead of 6!”

  “Please sir, I’ll be a good girl…”

  He cuts me off, with a wave of the cane, so I turn and hoist myself up onto the leather surface, using the two handles, which form part of the apparatus. I’m about to be exposed and humiliated by a middle aged man and surely, I reason, that shouldn’t be allowed to happen.

  As I drape myself over the curved top, my head and shoulders drop forward and down, making me feel dizzy and nauseous at having my head upside-down. Somehow I manage to keep my legs together, in the hope that my girlish charms will remain concealed for as long as possible.

  I can’t help wondering what exactly he can see while I’m draped over the horse. The picture my imagination paints is just awful!

  I feel the cane lightly touch my posterior.

  “There’s a good girl!” coos the principal. “Today I am going to teach you a lesson, one you will never forget. When I give you an order you must obey me without question. Is that clear?”

  As he said the last word, a frightening sound slices the air and then, SWITT! SWITT!

  “Fuuuuuuuuuck!” I scream, as two lines of white hot fire cut across the tender flesh of my buttocks SWITT! SWITT!!

  “Is that clear Judy?”

  Yesssssss!” I howl at the top of my voice, as another cut strikes slightly lower.

  My legs fly into the air and began to scissor open and shut and flail about as though they had a mind of their own. The explosion of pain completely wipes out all earlier thoughts of embarrassment or humiliation.

  For a few painful moments, I forget my shame, even though I’m fully aware that I’m exposing every last detail of my intimate sex to my tormentor.

  More blows begin to rain down on my defenceless posterior…

  * * *

  I sit up with a start, totally confused by my surroundings. I’m sweating and trembling, because the dream seemed so real! So much has changed in my life over such a short space of time, that it’s no wonder I’m having nightmares!

  The dreams have increased in their intensity since meeting Sergio. The different scenarios that my brain keeps imagining, are becoming more extreme and always involve some form of punishment at the end of the dream. I begin to wonder if my subconscious is hoping the dream will turn in to reality!

  After a few nights out, all of which ended with us sleeping together at his flat, our relationship moved quickly forward. In those first few weeks he was charming, attentive and generous, and I gradually became hooked on his strong and dominant personality.

  During that time I had the time of my life, as we went clubbing virtually every night, followed by a return to his flat for a heavy session of rampant sex. I soon found that Sergio had an insatiable appetite for sex, which I liked, and as his flat was a lot nearer to the town centre than my modest flat, I began to spend more and more nights with the handsome Italian.

  We had been together nearly three weeks, when I agreed to move in with him. It seemed to make so much sense at the time, as I’d even started going to his flat straight after work. I had collected a few bits of furniture at my old flat, which I couldn’t take with me, so I gave them to Mary who was herself just settling into a new flat.

  During those initial three weeks of falling under Sergio’s influence, I ignored Mary’s advice to take it slowly and keep my flat. She didn’t like Sergio and tried to persuade me to keep my independence, but of course I thought I knew Sergio and I could trust him to look after me.

  Sergio made a real effort in those first few days to make me feel comfortable in my new home, by showering me with gifts and attention. For a short while I was very happy and contented to be living with him. It was during the second week that things started to change and I began to see strong signs of Sergio’s darker side.

  He became more authoritarian, setting limits on where and when I could go out and see my friends. Skimpy dresses and sexy underwear started arriving from internet stores, which Sergio had ordered without telling me. The items were from the some of the trashiest fashion houses on the net and not my taste at all.

  I was furious at first and refused to wear the clothes, but he became so angry with me that I eventually gave in and started to wear the frocks around the flat. So, when I arrived home in the evening, I would slip out of my dowdy work clothes and slip into a thong and hold-ups under one of the skimpy dresses, make his dinner for him, watch some TV and then end up having a long session of wild sex.

  I reason that if the clothes made him happy then my life is going to be a lot more enjoyable. I have to admit that he is right about one thing - the tiny Lycra dresses do make my petite body look amazing, by accentuating by pert butt and firm breasts.

  I wonder if he has a fetish for prostitutes, because it feels as though he wants me to dress like one. It definitely turns him on to see me strut around the flat in a tight dress and high heels and later rip the dress off me! Within a few days, I’ve become used to the clothes and have to admit to myself that I enjoy looking sexy for him.

  And, the accessories he buys are amazing and he never tires of giving me sexy underwear and expensive perfume.

  * * *

  Sergio announced this morning that we’re going out for a meal, but didn’t give me any details. When I arrived home from work, he was home and declared that I had to go to the meal wearing the new white dress that had recently arrived in the post. It’s a flashy white spandex number, which has a cool circular pattern woven into the shiny material.

  I glance at myself in the mirror and admire my reflexion. A month has passed since I met Sergio and the fact that I’m even wearing such a raunchy frock shows how much I’ve changed in such a short space of time. I love the dress, but wouldn’t dare to go out in public wearing it. Below a thicker layer round my breasts, the body is virtually transparent. The material is stretchy and even when I pull it down to mid-thigh the damn thi
ng keeps returning to sit just below my butt cheeks.

  I don’t want to think about the row we had earlier, but I saw a different Sergio, when he became quite aggressive and ended up frightening me. It’s Friday night and I want to go out, so I’m wearing the skimpy frock on this one occasion just to keep him happy. Sergio is sitting on the bed behind me, watching my every move, which really spooks me out.

  “At least let me wear a decent pair of panties,” I plead.

  I’ve somehow gotten used to asking his permission for all sorts of things and can’t really explain how easily I’ve fallen into such a subservient role.

  “For fucks sake Judy,” he moans. “You’ve gotta wear a thong, otherwise everyone will be staring at your panties all evening!”

  Huh, that’s not all they’ll be staring at!

  I go to my undies drawer and try a simple pair of panties under the dress and discover they look ridiculous, so I reluctantly try a white tulle thong, which is far more suitable. I have a smooth mons, so there’s no dark shadow at the front, but from behind, it looks as though I’m naked beneath the dress!

  The tight fabric accentuates my ‘A’ cups and perky nipples, while my rounded peach looks as though it’s about to split the material! The dress is so tight and scanty, that quite frankly, I’m afraid of getting arrested for indecent exposure! Once I’ve pulled some white hold-ups on and examine my reflection in the mirror, I come to the conclusion that I look like an expensive hooker.

  “Judy, this is a one off situation, as these guys are returning to Italy tomorrow,” he explains, taking me into his arms. “I can’t stress how important the meeting is babe and I need your help while I chat with them. You look absolutely stunning and I know you’re going to impress my friends.”

  I have no idea what business he’s mixed up in, because he always veers away from the subject, but I do want to please him, so cast my doubts aside for the moment.

  “So who are these friends we’re meeting?” I ask.