He heard Will laugh. "Yup. No underwear. You'll see on the video in a few moments how effective they are."
Feeling a little self-conscious, but also already suspecting in what way the shorts would prove effective, David took off his jeans, t-shirt, and boxers, and donned the garb he had already begun to think of as the ceremonial robes of the society into which it seemed he had been recruited. When he emerged, with the robe belted and the shorts underneath starting to make him feel, well, quite dominant, he saw on the monitor that the camera had focused in on Mandy's pretty face, which, wreathed in dark, wavy tresses done into a loose chignon, bore upon it a marvelous, ambiguous expression. David recognized the expression from Maud's face, when he fucked her: hoping for dominance, yearning to submit, but terrified of what it would mean to admit that need to herself.
The patient, but stern voice came from off camera. "...refused to allow your master—"
"He's not my m–master," Mandy protested half-heartedly, but her furrowed brow seemed to say otherwise.
"Silence!" said another male voice. "Mr. Gresham, may I invite you to show your girl her master?"
The angle changed, to show the man who stood behind Mandy stepping forward, around her, to stand between Mandy and the table. He started to unbelt his robe.
"I believe," said the first voice, which David could now see belonged to the man who sat at the center of the table, "that you can reason out where you must now look, Mandy."
Mr. Gresham, fit and blond, had his robe open, and, yes, David could see exactly how effective the shorts were: the cock sprang up and the scrotum hung there right in front of Mandy's face, and she did know where she had to keep her eyes. The black cotton of the shorts made it terribly plain how her master's dominance would be exercised.
"You have been a bad girl, Mandy Parker, but from now on your master Mr. Gresham will ensure that you know his rights and your duties. No longer will you refuse your anus to him, when he wishes to enjoy you back there, and to train you to please him with that sweet bottom of yours. Look at the hard cock in front of you, and understand that you must serve it from now on. You will take it in your mouth, and in your cunt, and in your anus, when your master wishes to put it there, and you will thank him for honoring your body that way."
Short little puffs of breath came from Mandy's nostrils, as if she kept her mouth closed as not to have the cock pushed inside it.
"Mr. Gresham," the man who David felt sure must be the chairman of the tribunal said, "would you care to punish Mandy now, or would you like to enjoy her mouth and save the punishment for later?"
Chapter Six: Justice
"When I open the door," Alice told Maud, "you'll walk in, with your eyes downcast, and take your place on the kneeling desk in the center of the room."
Maud stood in the same place from which she had watched Mandy depart half an hour before, to a fate Maud could hardly guess at despite knowing that terrible shame must play the most important role in it. She trembled, looking at the heavy door of dark oak that looked all too appropriate for the entrance to a tribunal.
To wear nothing but a black lace thong and a matching bra; to know that under the thong Alice had just painfully waxed away her chestnut curls: those things would mortify Maud all by themselves. The idea that she must now appear before some sort of court, and receive some kind of judgment... the idea that the tribunal would award her to David... and the thought of what might follow—it all made Maud want to sink through the floor.
Even worse that she couldn't now deny to herself—though she would most certainly continue to deny to other people, especially David—that her own body had become a traitor. Sitting on her paddled bottom all day at work and driving down here to this strange mansion she had tried to keep her mind on the need simply to get through whatever this was. But the thought of whatever it was, and the thought of David being there, made her tingle all over, beginning with the lingering smart of her bottom-cheeks and moving from there to the places next to it that she struggled not to touch all day.
She would get through this, she told herself grimly. She would play David's friend's sex game, because she loved David, and then she would reclaim him. Once she proved her love for him, Maud felt certain, he wouldn't need to talk about spanking her, would he? She did want to be his good girl, after all—and what was wrong with that?
But then it had all gone so very strange, and wrong, so very quickly: the butler, the parking attendant, the grand foyer... and then, so suddenly, this bathroom and the door locking behind Maud and the sight of Mandy with her panties in her mouth. At the same time, her mind had rejected the scene and her body had simply melted at the sight of it.
She had undressed because she couldn't bear another punishment like the one from Officer Miller and Alice said that if Maud didn't obey that was exactly what would happen. She had obeyed, because she didn't want to have to have her panties, yes, terribly damp now, in her mouth the way Mandy did, didn't want to have to be strapped down to the chair the way Mandy was.
Naked in that chair once Mandy had gone through the door, under the clippers, Maud whimpered at the sight of Alice in her cute pink panties, harvesting the wiry locks between Maud's pale thighs. Then, in the tub, Alice had taken shameful liberties with the washcloth between those thighs. Maud gasped, but she did not resist, because she knew she could not bear another paddling.
She put on the lingerie, because Alice said if she didn't the attendants would come. That they would carry her naked into the tribunal and bind her in place, and whip her savagely. Maud never, ever wore lacy underwear, because she had been raised to think that you must never let anyone see your panties, and why would you wear lacy lingerie except because you wanted a man to see it?
But Officer Miller had seen her panties, and paddled her so hard on their seat. He had taught her a lesson, he said. But what lesson?
The answer came to her, looking at the door to the tribunal: from now on, David would decide about her panties. Unless Maud wanted a daily spanking, she would wear panties that David liked, and he would remove them whenever he wanted, and then he would have sex with her however he liked—even the shameful ways he had said he would: even her mouth. Even the other place, where it would hurt and make her feel so dirty, to be that kind of girl—the kind whose boyfriend made her open to him that shameful way. The thought made her mind recoil even as it made her knees tremble.
A bell sounded up above the door—the same bell that had sounded for Mandy, half an hour ago. Alice opened the enormous door, and a blast of cooler air—not cold, but bracing after the warmth of the steamy bathroom—swirled around Maud. She felt her nipples stiffen at the sensation, and as she stepped forward automatically into the room, so that she might not be whipped, they tingled in the lacy bra just as she caught sight of David.
He wore a dark robe she had never seen before, belted at the waist, and he looked so incredibly handsome, unshaven but also effortlessly elegant, close-cropped brown hair seeming to set off his blue eyes so dramatically that they almost glowed, that Maud felt lightheaded at the sight. He smiled at her with an unguarded, approving expression that took her breath away. She realized suddenly she hadn't seen that smile since Thanksgiving, and she felt for the first time that she understood: he wanted to take care of her. His way of taking care of her involved things she hadn't expected, but it appeared that as difficult as it might be to learn her lesson, she must now learn it, because David had decided to take her in hand.
He nodded towards the center of the room, the smile disappearing and a stern look replacing it that made Maud remember what Alice had said about keeping her eyes downcast. There stood the little kneeling desk, which seemed lower than most, and padded across the top, where her elbows would go.
All the warmth David's smile had given her seemed to vanish in an instant. She tried to hold onto it: she knew it still existed, somewhere, but the thing upon which she must kneel in her shameful new underwear filled her with dread. Shaking with fear at t
he thought of how she would look to David, kneeling there in front of him, Maud lowered her gaze and walked slowly towards the center of the room, now seeing with a hot blush that three older men sat at a long table on the other side of the kneeling desk. That she must not raise her eyes to look at the men's faces and must only have the sense of their age and their imposing, authoritative presence seemed to make the shame even worse. Maud knelt, wondering whether she might actually scorch the skin of her cheeks with the heat of the blood that rushed to them.
"Maud Fredericks," said a voice from the center of the table, "you have come here to answer for your disobedience and disrespect to the gentleman who stands behind you, who loves you and whom you love. Do you confess your love for him?"
She could not help it: the question startled her so thoroughly that her eyes darted upward, to see the three men, in robes like the one David wore: all of them so grave, all of them looking so grave. It took her a long moment to realize that the man on the left was Officer Miller and the man on the right had been the one standing in a trenchcoat outside her apartment. She gave a little gasp when she recognized them, but the red-haired policeman and the dark-haired, bearded man from her apartment made no sign they had ever met her before.
All of them looking at her, kneeling before them in lacy black underwear that meant Maud had come here in order to have her body given to David—in order to submit to David's firm hand and to his hard cock.
She lowered her eyes, swallowing hard. "I do," she said softly, for what else could she say but the truth?
"We are the disciplinary tribunal of the Secret Society of Saint Valentine," the man in the center said. "In our review of your case, we have found sufficient evidence of your need for discipline and dominance by the man you love to bring you here. Master Inquirer, please proceed."
The bearded man who sat to Maud's right said, "Maud Fredericks, you will now acknowledge your faults, and receive your just reward for them. Please tell us in your own words of your disobedience to the man you love, whose word should be law to you."
Maud found to her astonishment that she began speaking without even considering what to say, or whether she should speak at all. She had already admitted that she loved David, and wasn't it true—for her, at least, her body cried out—that she should obey him? "David—"
The man in the center interrupted her, though. "You will call him your master from henceforth, Maud, in this house and anywhere else he chooses. Begin again."
Startled again, she looked up for a second time, and saw that the man's gray eyes were regarding her severely. He spoke again. "Keep your eyes where they belong, girl."
To her dismay, Maud felt her body respond to the man's arrogant, commanding tone. Though she had resolved to try to obey, to try to be a good girl, confusion took hold of her for a moment at the feeling of warmth between her thighs. So when the man said, "Mr. Carroll, I think you should give your girl a proper sight to look upon," and David suddenly appeared in front of her, between the kneeling desk and the table, and began to unfasten the belt of his robe, Maud didn't understand right away what was taking place.
Then the sight of David's cock, rising from his loins towards her, framed in the strange shorts of black cotton that seemed to declare his erect penis and wrinkled scrotum the most important things in the world to the girl he claimed, made her gasp. She shook her head without meaning to, not refusing or denying but as if to say that she didn't feel ready to look at her master that way. Maud thought of herself as sexually active, but she had never had a man's cock so close to her face and the shame of it made her feel faint even as her helpless arousal continued to grow.
"This is my cock, Maud," David said. "From now on, you will please it as I command. Do you understand? Say, yes, master."
"Yes, master," Maud whispered.
"When your master's cock is in front of you, Maud," said the man in the center, "you must look only at it, to show your respect for your master's rights. Now, keeping your eyes where they belong, please begin your confession again."
Maud looked at the hard phallus, swaying slightly in front of her. David held his hands at his sides and suddenly she longed to have those hands upon her, even if they were to hold her head still so he could thrust himself inside her mouth—the thing she had never done, with him or anyone, because it seemed too subservient, too shameful. As if he read her mind, his right hand reached out, but only to stroke her cheek. The tenderness of the gesture and the warmth of his knuckles seemed to fill her heart with light. She even thought she could hear David's beautiful voice in her mind, somehow: You can do it. Now we both know that we want the same thing. Time to live happily ever after, as kinky and shameful as our happy ending will be.
"My master told me he was going to spank me, and have sex with me from behind," she said steadily, looking at her master's beautiful cock, "and I told him not to be silly. My master told me he would spank me, and I would have to please him with my mouth and have him in my bottom to help me learn respect, and I walked away."
The man on the right asked, "Did Mr. Carroll tell you why he was going to spank you?"
"Y–yes," Maud said, realizing how she was incriminating herself and suddenly terrified anew of what the consequences might be. "I didn't tell him something I should have told him, and I drank too much and ruined a special night we'd planned."
The man in the center said, "Master Instructor, please give your charge." Maud bit her lips and kept her eyes on David's cock. Now she felt that she wanted to have it in her mouth, wanted to please him, to make up for her infractions. A new sort of thought came to her: Maybe if I pleasure him well enough, he won't spank me?
Now Officer Miller, the man on the left, spoke for the first time. "Maud Fredericks, you will be taken in hand now. After you are awarded, your master will spank you over his knee, to punish you for your failure to obey him and to teach you that from now on your bare bottom will receive regular discipline. Then you will go with him to his room and he will enjoy your bodily charms with all the thoroughness at his disposal, training you to please him as he possesses you along every path of pleasure you afford."
Inches away from Maud's face, David's cock seemed to leap at these words, and at last Maud felt herself give in, her own heart thrilling at the clear arousal of the man she loved, and her own pussy tingling and melting into the lacy black thong.
The man in the center took up the discourse. "We award Maud Fredericks to David Carroll, and we wish you all the joy of this St. Valentine's Day. Open your mouth, now, and receive your master."
Chapter Seven: Reward
"What?" Maud gasped. David's cock gave one of its little leaps, rising with a little jerk from the wiry brown fleece that—now by contrast with the new bareness between her own thighs—had begun to seem like almost as much a mark of his authority over her as his cock itself. She tried to keep her eyes there, where she knew David wanted them to be, adoring his rigid length, the fluting curves of its head, the special little eye at its very tip from which came the seed with which perhaps David would one day make her the mother of his child if she learned to please him.
Maud realized, though dimly, that all thoughts she now had about David's cock represented the emergence of a long-buried set of desires. She could no longer deny that although the shame and the fear continued, she also wanted these men to give her to David: award her so that he and she would always understand Maud's sacred duty to obey him and to please him. She wanted him to use her with his beautiful penis until he had not the slightest doubt that Maud knew that she existed to be his.
But to take it in her mouth... ever since she and her friends had begun to talk about sex, Maud had resolved that she would not be the kind of girl who did that. Sex needed to follow the patterns of nature, she had always reasoned whenever she felt the temptation to do something strange, no matter how her hidden desires urged her to shameful acts. When David had said in the hotel room on New Year's Day that when they got home to his apartment Maud wou
ld give him a blowjob and then offer her bottom for his use, she had felt she had no choice at all but to get up and walk away, because otherwise she would have said, Yes, oh, God, yes.
Now, even so, to do it. To show David that her mouth would henceforth be a place for thrusting and filling with his penis, whenever he felt the urge to take his pleasure there... how could she? And with those three men watching?
David's voice came from above her, stern but calm, like a hammer in velvet. "Maud, is this your obedience? Do I need to whip you, even before I take you over my knee? Open your mouth and show me how good a girl you can be."
That. That did it. The thought of the spanking over his knee, of the intimacy they would know when at last her master gave her the punishment fit for a naughty little girl who must learn how to behave. Whipping, paddling, caning: they all made Maud's heart leap not just with fear but also with excitement, she could confess to herself now. But the idea that to be taken in hand by David meant loving guidance given with a firm hand upon her bare bottom as she lay upended upon his masculine lap, and then, as he had outlined all the way back on Thanksgiving, sex according to his idea of how he should take her, sex from behind... that image, rejected with fright in November, claimed her so thoroughly that without even willing it Maud opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue, knowing instinctively that what David would like would be to see her—again like a little girl—preparing to receive a new kind of candy, or communion.
He took his cock in his left hand, while he rested his right lightly on the back of her head, as if just to warn her that she would not be allowed to avoid what would now occur. No escape now from her master placing his penis on her tongue, and saying, "Good girl," and then thrusting inside her slowly, sheathing himself with a little grunt of pleasure that made Maud's pussy tingle.
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