Kristin's Demotion

by Lorenzo Marks

  No I won’t, Kristin thought bitterly.

  “Stay here in this position, and don’t move,” Shepard said.

  Kristin heard him clumping up the stairs while she remained where she was. She still found it hard to comprehend that she was actually standing in Shepard’s living room in her underwear, with her hands behind her head, waiting for his next command.

  Since the previous day, everything in her life had turned around so fast. Even when she had understood the full extent of her dilemma, she had held on to the certain knowledge that she could somehow talk him round. For the time being however, he held all the cards and she would have to play along if she wanted to resolve this situation.

  So far, she had only been forced to endure the humiliation of being ogled by this disgusting man. What concerned her was whatever he had planned for her next. It didn’t take long to find out.

  Shepard came back downstairs, stood behind her, and said, “The next stage of your training is to give you a taste of one of the punishments that you will incur for any disobedience.”

  Training? The man clearly was not well.

  “Bend forward and put your hands on the coffee table.”

  Kristin hesitated and turned her head to try to look at him.

  “Protest at your peril,” Shepard warned.

  Kristin bit her lip and slowly, unwillingly, bent at the waist until her hands lay flat on the table.

  “Keep your legs straight, and push your butt out. Good. Now part your legs.”

  At this, she finally snapped.

  “No!” she exclaimed.

  “No? Have we forgotten our little agreement already, Kristin?”

  Protesting, she realized, was futile. The man was relentless. She let out an involuntary sob and spread her thighs for him.

  “Wider than that,” he said. “Come on, more.”

  When Shepard was finally satisfied, Kristin’s feet were wide apart and she could feel the tendons in her thighs stretching. With her head down and her round ass thrust up, she could see him hovering behind her. She had never been in such a degrading position before and her face turned crimson with shame.

  “Very nice, Kristin” he said. “That’s a tidy little hammock you have there.”

  She realized he was deliberately baiting her and that this was payback for everything she had done to him. She willed herself to be strong.

  “What I am about to administer,” Shepard was saying, “is only one of a variety of disciplinary techniques I have at my disposal. I expect you will get to experience a great many of them.”

  For Kristin, bent over in her underwear, exposed and spread, listening to Shepard’s official tone, the proceedings were becoming surreal.

  Without warning, there was a loud smack, immediately followed by an intense stinging sensation across her buttocks that made her gasp. She straightened up and put her hands over her cheeks.

  “Back in position,” she heard Shepard say. “This is only a leather strap. For serious infringements, you’ll feel the cane.”

  She reluctantly bowed forward and another searing blow followed. Again, Kristin reared up.

  “Ow!”

  “Get back down,” Shepard said. “You’ll only make the punishment last longer. Every time you stand up, you get an extra one.”

  Kristin put her hands back on the table. There was a storm of outrage roaring in her head. Nobody had ever struck her in her life, not even her parents.

  A third blow landed, the strap cutting into her tender flesh, but this time Kristin stayed down. After the fourth, she let out an anguished shriek and tears began to well up in her eyes. By the fifth stroke, the pain had become constant and Kristin was sobbing openly.

  “It’s good to hear you crying, Kristin,” Shepard voice came from behind her. “I was wondering if you were actually capable.”

  He delivered one more stroke and then sat heavily on the couch.

  Kristin raised her tear-streaked face.

  “Stay down,” he panted. “I haven’t given you permission to move.”

  She lowered her head again, sniffing quietly. As the pain gradually receded to a steady throb, another wave of indignation swept over her. Who the hell did he think he was? She was a highly-paid executive! Only two days before, she had terminated his employment. And now, here she was, half naked and bent over while he thrashed her like a recalcitrant child.

  She dearly wanted to snatch the strap and strike him in the face with it, but from somewhere deep within, she told herself to be patient. She would have to endure this indignity for now.

  When Shepard had caught his breath, he told her to straighten up and once again, to place her hands behind her head. He finished off his beer while he examined the smooth curves of her waist and hips. She glanced down and noticed the bulge in his pants which confirmed her biggest fear. She had known that this would be about revenge, but she had always suspected that there would be a sexual motive too.

  As she stood there for him, wondering what he was cooking up next, she heard her cell phone ringing in the hallway. Instinctively, she half turned.

  “Uh-uh,” he said. “Did I give you permission to move?”

  She stayed where she was and the phone stopped ringing. Shepard got up and went into the hallway, returning with her phone.

  “It was Charles,” he said. “Who’s that? Your boyfriend?”

  Instead of telling him to mind his own business, Kristin replied, “Somebody I am seeing, yes.”

  “I’m sorry, who are you speaking to?”

  “Yes, Master,” Kristin said sharply.

  “Ah, getting a little huffy, are we? Would you like another six strokes of the strap?”

  “No, Master!”

  “In that case, I’ll have to think of another punishment for you. Let me see.”

  He put her phone on the coffee table and pondered for a moment.

  “I know. Now that I have you here, I may as well make use of you. A few simple household tasks shouldn’t be too difficult, should they?”

  But the way he said it suggested to Kristin that the chores he intended for her weren’t going to be straightforward at all.

  Chapter Seven

  Henry had Kristin walk to the kitchen while he followed behind. Her ass was glowing bright red and it wobbled enticingly with each step. He was still feeling giddy at the way things had developed. He had just given her buttocks a thrashing and yet she was still here! And this, from the most unobtainable woman he had ever known.

  He’d gambled big-time by pretending to cancel their deal, but what a masterstroke that had turned out to be. My, how she’d panicked! Now he was convinced that he had her. From here on, it was just a question of reeling her in slowly. He could see in her eyes that she was fighting him, but that was fine. His pleasure would come from breaking down her resistance piece by piece.

  The strapping had been fun, and there would be plenty more of those, but now Henry wanted to explore other ways to demean her. He knew she came from a privileged background and would surely have grown up with maids and servants around her. Certainly, with the salary and bonuses she earned at OFS, she wouldn’t be doing the dirty work in her own apartment.

  He fished around in one of the kitchen drawers, located a ball of garden twine, and bound Kristin’s wrists together behind her back.

  “There,” he said, surveying his handiwork. “Don’t want to make your punishment too easy, do we?”

  To Henry, she looked absolutely delectable standing helplessly in her lingerie and watching him with wide, curious eyes.

  “Let’s start in the garden,” he said, opening the door. The cold November air rushed in and Kristin took a step back.

  “I know, you’re not really dressed for outdoors,” Henry smiled. “But then, the quicker you get the job done, the quicker you can come back inside.”

  She followed him out onto the back patio. The back yard was as simple as the rest of the house
, a lawn, dotted with some young trees, an empty pond, a shed and a brick wall. Henry noticed that Kristin was anxiously checking out his neighbor’s yards.

  “The house on the left is empty,” he informed her. “Tony Stafford is on the other side. He’s young and single. I think you’d like him. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to introduce you when I get the chance.”

  He went back into the kitchen and re-emerged with a plastic wash bowl and a stiff bristle brush. From the outside tap, he filled the bowl with cold water, placed it at one end of the patio, and dropped the brush in.

  “The paving stones need scrubbing,” Shepard said simply.

  Kristin looked at the bowl of water and then back at him.

  “I’m cold,” she mumbled.

  “Better get to it, then,” Henry chirped. “And be sure not to miss a single inch. I’ll be watching.”

  For a moment, it looked as though she was going to say something else, but to Henry’s joy, she wobbled over on her high heels to the bowl and squatted down. Turning her back to the bowl, she plunged her tied hands into the cold water and picked up the brush. In this position with her knees parted, Henry had a clear view of her well rounded mons as she shuffled back and began working the bristles over the stones. She looked quite ridiculous dressed in her black lace underwear, balancing precariously as she awkwardly attempted to scrub behind her back.

  The sun was beginning to drop behind the bare trees at the end of the garden. Henry went inside and put on his jacket. When he returned, Kristin hadn’t made much progress.

  “You’ve got to keep wetting the brush,” Henry advised.

  Kristin maneuvered herself around and took a couple of tentative backward steps. As she did, one of her heels turned and she went over, landing ass-first into the bowl.

  Henry watched with lustful fascination as she struggled to get out of the bowl. She pushed against the rim with her hands and braced her legs but she wasn’t strong enough and, knees wobbling, she plopped back in again, letting out a sob of frustration.

  Laughing, Henry went over and pulled her upright by her arms. Her panties were soaked and water dripped down her legs. She looked ready to burst into tears.

  “You’ll be here all night at this rate,” Henry said. “It’ll be quicker if you kneel down face forward.”

  Kristin looked at him quizzically.

  “Use your teeth,” he said.

  Kristin continued to look at him, so Henry added, “That’s an order.”

  Dejectedly, Kristin sank to her knees, turned towards the water bowl and put her face into the cold water. It took nearly a minute for her to grasp the wooden brush handle between her pearly white teeth. Then she swiveled around and leaned forward, her breasts bobbing beneath her. She lowered her face to the stone slabs and began moving her head from side to side, dragging the brush back and forth. Henry watched her for a while and felt his cock stiffen. He couldn’t imagine the shame this proud girl must be feeling.

  “Carry on until I come back out,” he ordered.

  He went back inside, made himself a cup of coffee and watched her through the kitchen window. Astonishingly, she continued with her senseless little task, methodically and painfully walking on her knees back to the bowl, brush clasped between her jaws and dunking her face into the cold water, then inching her way back to where she had left off.

  She must be terrified beyond belief to put up with such demeaning treatment, Henry thought excitedly. What other torments will she be prepared to endure?

  He allowed her to continue for another half hour before he went back outside. It was dark now and the temperature had dropped sharply. He looked down at the forlorn figure kneeling on the floor.

  “Okay, that’s enough,’ he said. “Up you get.”

  Kristin struggled to her feet and he sent her back inside into the living room. He made her stand in the middle of the room while he examined her. She was shivering from the cold and her lingerie was totally soaked. Her make-up had been all but washed off, her lips looked sore and slightly swollen from repeatedly manipulating the brush, and her stockings had completely worn through at the knees.

  “You’re going to have to get out of those wet things,” Henry said.

  Exhausted though she was, Henry detected from the sudden look of alarm in her eyes that she was still desperate not to expose her body to him.

  All in good time, he thought. It will be well worth the wait.

  “Upstairs,” he commanded, and he followed her up, once again taking in the natural sexy sway of her body.

  They went into his bedroom and she stood beside his bed, silently waiting for her next instructions. He was a little surprised at how quickly she had learned to keep her mouth shut, particularly as she was so accustomed to making her opinions felt. Maybe the thrashing had knocked some of the spirit out of her.

  Now she just looked at him with those gorgeous hazel eyes and he briefly entertained the idea of making her lie on the bed. Just the thought of it made his dick twitch but he had already decided he would wait until she was completely subjugated.

  “Turn around,” he said.

  She held his gaze for a second and then turned her back to him. He reached out and worked at the bonds on her wrists until they were free.

  “Now take off your clothes. Everything.”

  Kristin didn’t speak or turn to look at him. The only indication that she had heard him was a slight stiffening of her shoulders. Then after an interminable pause, she unhooked her bra, let it fall to the floor, and then leaned forward and rolled her panties down her long, sleek legs. Next she stepped out of her shoes and finally removed her stockings.

  This is something to tell the boys, Henry thought. Kristin Hartman, naked in my bedroom! Reminding himself there was no need to hurry, he sat down on the bed and ogled her perfect hourglass body. Her splendidly round ass, which he was observing uncovered for the first time, still looked florid and sore from the thrashing and he saw that she was trembling.

  He said, “The shower’s through there. Go and warm yourself up.”

  He didn’t offer her a towel and wondered whether she would cover herself. After a moment’s hesitation, Kristin turned around with one arm across her breasts and her other hand protecting her crotch. She stared straight ahead and Henry could tell she was really struggling with this.

  She shuffled past him, avoiding his gaze, and disappeared into the bathroom. He listened to the water running for a minute and then went over to his dresser and started rummaging through his clothes drawers. After a moment he found an old yellow sports vest he hadn’t worn in years, left it on the bed and then went back downstairs.

  Sitting on his couch, he tried to process the astonishing turn of the day’s events. Most of it hadn’t really sunk in and he imagined she was feeling the same way. Regardless of what happened now, he was almost certain now that their futures were destined to be entwined. They’d already come too far to turn back now.

  “Master, may I speak?”

  She had surprised him by entering the room barefoot. She had put on the yellow vest which just hung down to the tops of her thighs and allowed him to see the points of her prominent nipples poking against the material.

  Resuming his lofty pose, he said, “Speak.”

  “Master, I was wondering. At what time were you considering allowing me to go home?”

  “Home?”

  He had been so engrossed with tormenting her that he hadn’t even thought about her going home.

  “Yes, Master.”

  He thought for a moment, and then said, “You won’t be going anywhere tonight, Kristin. You will be spending the night here.”

  “But, Master…”

  “That is my decision. You will abide by it.”

  Once more, Kristin seemed to be about to argue and then thought better of it.

  “Turn around and face the wall,” Henry said.

  Kristin complied.

  “Now
raise the vest.”

  She pulled the thin garment up until the lower curves of her buttocks were exposed.

  “Higher. Up to your waist.”

  Slowly, she lifted it up her back until she was naked from the waist down. Henry had wanted to see if she’d put her wet panties back on and he was delighted to observe that she hadn’t.

  “I’m going to make some supper,” he said. “You will remain there. Keep on holding up the vest.”

  He went out to the kitchen and heated up a can of ravioli. He poured most of it onto a plate for himself, and then put the remainder into a small saucer. Back in the living room, he placed the saucer on the floor and then sat down to eat, inspecting her exposed rear the whole time. When he had finished eating, he told her to let the vest fall back down.

  “Now turn around and get on your hands and knees.”

  Again, the slight hesitation. Gleefully, Henry observed that although Kristin was trying to comply fully with his commands, internally she was in turmoil.

  He gestured towards the small, now cold, saucer of ravioli on the carpet.

  “Crawl over and eat.”

  With a look of protest in her eyes, Kristin lowered herself to her knees and then leaned forward onto her hands. The vest hung down and provided him with a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts. Then she crawled across the carpet, her cheeks turning pink, her face twisted in shame, and then stopped in front of the saucer. He deliberately hadn’t provided a fork and he waited to see what she would do. When she didn’t move, he said, “Use your mouth.”

  And after a moment’s delay, Kristin Hartman, vice-president of OFS Software, lowered her head and began picking up the pieces of cold ravioli with her teeth. Mesmerized, Henry sat back and watched this once proud young woman, eating her food like a dog. When she had swallowed the last piece, he said, “Lick the saucer clean.”

  Out came her pink tongue, fluttering daintily around the porcelain until all the tomato sauce was gone.

  Henry checked his watch and saw that it was almost nine o’clock which, he noted, had been the original deadline he had set for her. They were already well ahead of the game!