She let out a sob and it seemed like Raoul spanked even harder, if that was possible. Then she screamed anew when he moved from her ass to the delicate skin on the backs of her thighs, even landing some spanks on her inner thighs. “Keep your legs spread, girl,” he growled, as the pain built and built upon itself. Catrina didn’t think the spanking could possibly get worse until Raoul landed a sharp smack directly on her pussy. Involuntarily her legs closed around his hand. “Spread.”
“I can’t,” she wailed.
“Ten with my belt. Spread.”
“Fuck!”
“Twenty. You will treat me with respect and swearing during a punishment is not respectful. Open your legs before you make this even worse for yourself.”
With a final sob of surrender Catrina spread her legs and Raoul wasted no time, spanking her directly on her pussy over and over. She’d never felt pain like this before.
And I’ve got twenty strokes from his belt coming. That’ll kill me. I know it. Why did I fight him?
After what seemed like hours, during which time Raoul went back up and down her entire ass and thighs several more times, also moving to her pussy in between, he stopped spanking. “I’ll give you a minute to compose yourself and then we’ll take care of the additional punishment you earned.”
“Yes, sir.” Now seemed like a good time to try to be polite.
He handed her a tissue and she blew noisily into it. “I want you to think about something when you bend over for my belt. I want you to remember you’re here because you couldn’t control your spending. You’re bare-assed over a virtual stranger’s lap right now, where you’ve gotten a good, hard, hand spanking because you have a complete inability to deny yourself anything.”
“But—”
Undeterred, he continued. “Catrina, you must accept that you deserve each and every punishment you’re going to get; from me, from your benefactor, and from anyone your benefactor gives permission to punish you. Every single one.” He patted her flaming bottom. “Up and over the arm of the couch. Feet on the floor, legs spread. Rest your forearms on the seat cushions.” He spanked her again several times. “Now. You move when I give you a command.”
Catrina scrambled to her feet, no longer caring that Raoul could see everything with her skirt rucked up. Hell, he’d just spanked her pussy. She had no secrets from him. With great reluctance, she bent over the arm he indicated.
“Watch me.” He stood in front of her and slowly pulled his belt from the loops. She swallowed, wanting to close her eyes, wanting this nightmare to end. “Watch me, girl.” When he’d pulled the belt free, he doubled it over and then walked behind her. “You have twenty coming, girl. I’ll give them to you in sets of ten. The second set will be harder.”
She nodded miserably, sure he’d tear the skin right off her ass. Catrina didn’t have time to think further as the belt whistled through the air. Pain exploded on her ass and she shot up, grabbing and rubbing her abused skin as a howl escaped her. Raoul tapped the couch’s arm with the belt. “Back over.” When she didn’t move, he said, “Catrina, you have about two seconds to present that ass for more punishment or I’ll paddle you on top of the belt.”
Now she fell over the arm of the couch so quickly her feet came up off the floor. Raoul grabbed her skirt and held onto it. Catrina’s eyes slammed shut and her mouth opened as he struck again, the leather biting viciously. He waited entirely too long, giving her plenty of time to start panicking, and then gave her the third stroke, but the next several came right after in a flurry. She tried to put a hand back, but Raoul simply caught it and kept spanking.
“That was the first set.”
Catrina said nothing. Her brain was only sending one message—pain. Nothing else could be articulated. Soon she felt him shift. “Second set.”
True to his word, these strokes were harder, with several landing on the already-spanked, sensitive skin of her thighs. When he finished, he sat on the couch by her head and put his belt back on while she sobbed. “Remember,” Raoul said, his mouth close to her ear. “You’re being punished because you can’t control yourself. Kneel in front of me.”
Chapter Two
Feeling very chastened, Catrina gingerly rose and began to bend down to raise her panties.
“Did I give you permission to pull up your panties?”
Her head shot up. “N-no.” When would the humiliation end?
“Bring them up above your knees and leave them there. Your skirt stays up too. I want that spanked ass on display. Kneel.”
With great difficulty, she did, an agonized grunt sounding when her tortured ass came in contract with the heels of her shoes. “Now we’ll talk more about your training. In addition to making sure you’re eating right and exercising so you look your best for auction, you’ll be undergoing other types of training.” He waited a beat and then said, “These benefactors pay a lot of money for girls, and the amount you’re asking for is very high, even by our standards. Because of that, they expect you to be able to perform competently at the very least. So for the next two weeks, you’ll have cock sucking training every day. And yes, you’ll be sucking my cock, though at times I may bring in other trainers.”
This was the worst day of her life. Fresh tears fell.
Raoul leaned forward. “There’s something else you should keep in mind. I know everything is really hard right now, but there’s an endgame here too. In a little over a year you’ll hopefully get through the program and come out on the other side, completely debt-free. Imagine how freeing that will be. When times get tough, think about that.”
Catrina was surprised by his sudden kindness, and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Let’s do a little baseline testing.” She watched in horror as Raoul dragged the zipper of his jeans down and took out a thick, hard cock. “I’m about seven inches long. Slightly longer than normal. My girth, though, as you can see, is more than many men’s, so by the end of your training you should be quite competent to suck a cock my size or smaller. If your benefactor is larger he’ll likely do his own training to make sure you can please him.”
He scooted forward on the seat cushions, spreading his legs on either side of her. “Suck my cock.” She bit her lip. “Right now. Do it or I’ll punish you.”
Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward and grasped him. “Mouth only. I want to see how far down on me you can go. Rest your arms here, around my waist.” Raoul pulled her until she was practically hugging him, his erection flushed dark red and bobbing in her face. For a fleeting moment she wondered if Raoul had gotten off on spanking her. Probably, the sick bastard.
“Apparently you’re either hard of hearing or not very good at obeying.” Swiftly she found herself over his lap again.
“No! I’ll do it.”
“Yes. You will.” He spanked her several times on each ass cheek and then put her back on her knees.
Catrina immediately took Raoul’s cock in her mouth. “That’s it. Suck the head. Now go down the shaft. Get me nice and wet. Use your tongue. Yeah…” His dick twitched. “I wanna see how far you can take me. I’m not going to force you, but I am going to encourage you.”
She realized what he meant when both hands landed on the back of her head and he began to gently push down. Without any choice, Catrina took more and more of him inside until he bumped the back of her mouth. While she’d thought he’d stop there, he drew back a bit but then pushed again, right into her throat. Catrina gagged, even as she heard Raoul groan from what seemed to be far away. He released her and she fell back, coughing.
When she’d calmed, he put a firm hand on her shoulder. “Finish me. I won’t make you do that again—right now—but you will make me come and you will swallow. There’s no spitting allowed. Your benefactors won’t put up with it, so you need to get used to it now.”
Raoul’s tone made it clear no argument would be had, and Catrina moved forward again, taking him into her mouth once more. She bobbed up and down on his hard dick, just wa
nting this to be over, but knowing it was just the beginning. Her ass felt like a million wasps were stinging her. It must be bright red and, as he’d said, on display, even if only to him, the one who’d made it that way. Shame washed over her.
Several moments later, Catrina’s jaw was growing sore and she redoubled her efforts. His words from before echoed in her head, “…being punished because you can’t control yourself.” Tears streamed down her face and Catrina felt a strange sense of gratefulness when Raoul’s dick swelled in her mouth and he came. She swallowed, hating the taste of his cum. Never before had she been a swallower, but Raoul had made it clear she would unwillingly be one for over a year. It was hard to ignore the voice in the back of her head that wondered how many times she’d be required to perform that particular task. She shuddered.
He eased her off his softening cock. “Go stand in the corner. Keep those panties down and your skirt up.”
Wiping at her eyes, she rose and went to the corner he indicated. She didn’t think it was possible to feel more shame, but standing there with her nose in the corner—cool air wafting over her ass, reminding Catrina she was bared to his gaze—she realized it was. A knock came and she startled.
“Stay right there,” he told her. Then he called, “Come in.”
“I’ve got number nine’s paperwork completed. Her examination will be in a half-hour.” Catrina’s face felt almost as hot as where Raoul had spanked her. God, this was so fucking embarrassing.
You did this to yourself. No one else. Now she couldn’t get that accusing voice out of her head. How annoying, and probably exactly what Raoul wanted when he’d repeated similar things to her.
“Thanks. I’ll bring her down.”
“Nice work,” the man commented.
“She got the belt,” Raoul said, his tone casual, as if this was a common topic of conversation. Around here, it probably was. How messed up was that?
“Mmmm. Hopefully she’ll come to realize obedience is the best course of action.”
“Go ahead and check my work.”
Is he letting him touch me?!? Her answer came seconds later when a hand skated over her ass and then right down her crack to her pussy, where her clit was pinched briefly. Then a hard smack sounded and the man chuckled. “Still left a handprint.” He moved away from her and soon had left the room, closing the door behind him.
Catrina spun. “Why did you let him do that to me?”
He raised one arrogant eyebrow. “Let him? It’s his right to touch you. It’s the right of any employee here to touch you while you’re in training.”
“What the fuck gives them that right?”
Raoul advanced on her. “Here. Kneel.” He pointed down, his face a mask of anger.
Oh, shit. She dropped to her knees. “I’m sor—”
“You will be.” He went to the door, opened it and called down the hall. Catrina’s chin dropped to her chest as she struggled to control her breathing. She heard footsteps and a murmured conversation and knew the man had come back. Soon a pair of shoes appeared in her vision and the sound of a zipper being lowered made her raise her head. A man was standing in front of her, fishing his dick out. Raoul stepped up behind her and, reaching down, forced her mouth open. “This is Pat. Watch him.”
The man stared into her face as he began to jerk his cock. He bit his lip. “Need lube.”
Raoul released her. “Suck him. Get him wet.”
Leaning in, she took this man into her mouth, the second cock in less than fifteen minutes. He steered her with hands on her head and then pulled away. “Tip her head back.”
Raoul grabbed her hair. “Open. Stick out that tongue for Pat’s cum.”
She did and Pat began to jerk again. “Fuck, yeah.” A couple of moments later he came, thick jets of white landing in her mouth and on her face. He milked his dick and then sighed.
“Clean him.” Catrina did and then Pat tucked himself back in. With one last look at her, Pat left the room once more. “Back to the corner. No cleaning the cum off your face. You can come out when it’s time for your examination. As Pat said, you need to learn to obey or you’re going to have a very difficult year.”
It was becoming obvious Catrina’s life was no longer her own—nor her body, as Raoul had said earlier. She waited quietly in the corner, more dejected than she’d ever been in her life. You deserve this.
The examination was mortifying, as a surprisingly elderly doctor examined her from head to toe and everywhere in between. Everywhere. By that point Catrina had fully expected to feel humiliated, and she did. Then Raoul brought her back to his office and put her in the corner while they waited for her test results. He hadn’t let her pull her panties up during the entire ordeal, instead marching her right through the office with her bare, red ass out for anyone to see. And several men, apparently other employees of this fucked-up organization, did. Raoul even stopped a few times to discuss things with the men, and most of them were allowed to pat, pinch, and smack her ass. The trainer was quite obviously making a point and it was not lost on her. Catrina’s anger built, but it was of no use. She was stuck.
Pat brought the test results back and, as Raoul looked them over, the other man played with her ass, pushing into her crack and running a blunt fingernail over her anus. She gritted her teeth and stood still, not relishing the thought of more punishment from either man. His hand wandered down and pinched her clit several times too, before coming back up and pushing lightly against her pucker once again.
Raoul dismissed Pat and told Catrina to kneel in front of him after he took a seat on the couch once more. She prayed he wouldn’t spank her again or make her suck his dick. So many emotions were whirling through her that she wasn’t sure she could keep it together if he did. In the only positive thing that day, he didn’t do either.
“Tomorrow we’ll have more cock sucking training and we’ll talk about some of the expectations of the benefactors. Go home and start packing your things. On the day of your auction you’ll bring a few items with you, but most everything will be stored. Your benefactor will provide everything for you, including all of your clothing. You may, of course, bring any medications or other necessities of that nature with you, though I didn’t see anything on your medical form to indicate you were taking anything. Of course, you will be provided with birth control pills you’ll take as an extra layer of protection for your benefactor.”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice sounded flat and lifeless.
He leaned forward. “Remember what I said, girl. The sooner you accept your choice, the easier it will be for you.”
“Easy. Right. Choice. Right.” She focused her gaze on a spot between his knees.
“Do you want another spanking?”
Now she looked up, horrified. “No!”
“Then improve the attitude. During training you’ll wear a skirt every day with a button-down shirt. I’ll want access to your tits at different points. Do you understand?”
It took every ounce of strength she had left not to cross her arms over her breasts, as images of Raoul punishing them came unbidden. “Yes, sir.”
“You can go now. Be here at 9am each day. Every moment you’re late means punishment. More than five minutes gets you a dose of my belt. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Panties stay down until you reach the door. Then you can pull them up and put your skirt down.”
“Yes, sir.”
She wondered idly if she should record herself saying that and carry it around, pressing Play at appropriate moments. Catrina struggled not to let out a hysterical giggle that would probably get her punished.
Raoul stood and she struggled to her feet, quickly walking to the door and opening it before he could reach it himself. After a quick peek into the hall that earned her a volley of spanks, she stepped out and began to walk toward the exit. He watched as she righted her panties, sucking in a quick breath as they scraped against her punished skin. Catrina straightened the rest of her clothes,
took a deep breath, and left.
The next several days were filled with exactly what Raoul had promised. She sucked his cock, sometimes multiple times in one day, since he said she needed to build up her jaw’s tolerance. Secretly, she thought he was a total sadist and that he enjoyed his job just a little too much. Raoul also spanked or punished her in some way every day. She learned what he’d meant by ‘access to her tits’ when he clamped them before she went down on him. Raoul wouldn’t remove the clamps until she’d made him come, and considering it was the third time she’d sucked him off that day it took a while.
When he did remove them, she screamed and her hands flew up to protect them. He calmly brushed them aside and used a crop on her ravaged nipples to punish her for the movement, though it had been purely involuntary. Her nipples were sore for a few days after that, particularly since Raoul also twisted and pinched them nearly every time she sucked him off.
One day, toward the end of her training, with her auction scheduled three days from then, she asked, “May I inquire about something?”
Catrina was, as usual, on her knees with her panties down, after Raoul had introduced her to a variety of paddles. Though she’d tried to do as he’d said to reconcile herself to her choice, she still hated Raoul. Every time he opened his pants or told her she would be punished, Catrina imagined various ways Raoul could come to a slow and painful death. But then his voice echoed in her head. You deserve it.
“Of course.” Raoul was behind his desk, working on who-knew-what. He looked up.
“Um, I guess I don’t understand about the whole ‘anal virgin’ thing. Why does it matter? What difference does it make?”
“I could tell you, but it’d be more effective to show you.”
Fuck. I was afraid of that. But she’d wanted to know. It had been eating at her every day since she’d signed that infernal contract.
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