J McKenna - Naughty girl

Carl interrupted. “No, he’d want you to say it each time.”

“My…my pussy. That was the first time he touched my pussy. He just grabbed a little pinch of hair and tugged on it. That was all. I was shocked, but it felt good too. He was wrong, of course. That wasn’t the reason I didn’t like panties. But he wouldn’t listen. He…he told me to shave it off. I told him I couldn’t. He said, ‘Either shave it or come to my office next week wearing a bra and panties’. “

“What did you do?”

“I was fully prepared to wear underwear, just to show him up. I thought I should put a halt to our little games. It didn’t seem right. But…but I didn’t. I don’t know why. I felt compelled somehow. Friday morning, when I took a shower and shaved my legs, I-I j-just kept going.”

“How did it feel?”

“Like I was really naked for the first time. In that, he’d been right.”

“Is that why you keep it smooth, even today?”

She nodded, her face suffused in pink.

“What did he say during the next visit?”

“He took me into his office and closed the door. ‘Show me’, was all he said. I lifted my skirt up until he could see me. He…he touched it—my…my pussy, rubbing his fingers over the smoothness. He made me spread my legs apart. He found a few areas of stubble, places I couldn’t reach very well. He made a tsking sound and told me I’d have to do a better job.”

“Did he make you come?”

“No, and I really wanted him to. Just being exposed like that, well, it kept me on edge. He came on my face again. I went home immediately and masturbated. I was so hot. I imagined it was him…touching me.”

“So during your next visit…” Carl felt in a rush to find out the rest.

“I went to his office. He told me to remove all my clothes. ‘Naughty sluts don’t need clothes. They like to be naked for their masters’. That was the first time he called me a slut and him the master. Soon that became his name for me.”

“Naughty Slut?”

“Yes.”

“What did you think about it?”

“I don’t know. I was all confused. But it made me tingle inside.”

“Did you obey?”

“Yes. I was conditioned by this time. Besides, he’d seen me pretty much naked for months by then. So I got naked—even took off my shoes and socks—and he sat me on the chair again. He forced my legs apart and stood close. This part was, at least, familiar. He took out his cock and began to stroke himself. I waited, eyes opened, for the sperm bath, as usual. But just before he came, he ordered me to open my mouth—wide. I was shocked, but I did as he asked. He reached over with his left hand and grabbed the hand mirror and showed me. ‘This is the face of a Naughty Slut, awaiting precious cum from her Master.’ I could see myself clearly, mouth open, his cock poised just about an inch away, fluid oozing from the tip.

“Then he came and shoved his cock into my mouth. It wasn’t too far in, but I nearly gagged just the same. I tried to pull away, but he just reached around with his right hand and held the back of my head. All the while, he kept the mirror steady in his left hand, aimed so I could see. ‘Look at the Naughty Slut’, he said. ‘That’s what you’ve become—a Naughty Slut.’”

Carl’s cock was hard. But he didn’t want to beat off again. He had a feeling this story went a lot further.

DeeDee continued: “I could taste the cum in my mouth. I had tasted it before, of course, but not very often. It tasted a little bitter. Then, just when I was trying to decide if I should spit it out or swallow it, he leaned down close to me and said, ‘Swallow it. Naughty Sluts always swallow their Master’s seed.’ Then he reached down with his right hand and pressed the pads of three fingers hard against my clit.

“I came immediately. It was so powerful, I nearly fainted. And I swallowed all that cum. He knew what he was doing—he made me associate an earth-shattering orgasm with the taste of him. Suddenly, it no longer seemed bitter.”

She eyed Carl’s cock, just inches away. She could see the fluid on the tip.

“Did that become a regular part of the Friday sessions?”

“Yes, and I-I really liked it. Maybe it was like that first hit of heroin, not that I’ve ever tried it. But you know you need it after that. I needed Mast—I mean Stephen.”

“It’s all right, call him Master. It’s part of the story, isn’t it?”

She blushed. “Yes. And that’s not all. He wouldn’t let me say ‘I’ anymore. I had to say, ‘Naughty Slut’ when referring to myself. I’d show up on Friday and have to say, ‘Naughty Slut is here, Master,’ and later, ‘Naughty Slut is naked for you, Master,’ and finally, ‘Naughty Slut wants your cum, Master.’ I really started thinking of myself as a slut.” She looked down. Her voice was merely a whisper. “And I liked it.”

“What did he make you do next?” Carl rubbed his semi-hard cock gently. Her eyes came back up and she seemed riveted by it.

“He said I wasn’t being punished enough for being a Naughty Slut. Th-that’s when the, uh, spankings started.”

“Spankings?”

“Yes. Oh, it wasn’t much, really. Just part of my, um, training. He had these wooden rulers in his desk drawer—maybe a dozen of them. He’d tell me that I hadn’t learned my lesson, that I was enjoying myself too much. He made me strip, then bend over the back of the chair and grip the seat.”

This was something Carl could do, too. “Show me. Bring a chair from the kitchen.” He stepped aside.

She stood in one fluid motion and moved away. Her face held a blank expression. She was back in the past, obeying Stephen. DeeDee returned with a chair and placed it in the middle of the room.

“You don’t need that dress any longer,” he told her. “Naughty Sluts don’t wear clothes.”

She seemed surprised that she still had it on, draped over her shoulders. She shrugged out of it then leaned over the chair. Her fingers gripped the seat.

“Continue your story,” Carl told her, coming close to fondle her naked ass.

“The rulers hurt. They left a red mark.”

“Like this?” he slapped her sharply. He could see his handprint turn from white to red.

“Yes,” she squeaked, “only more concentrated in one spot.”

“We’ll have to get a ruler then.”

“There’s one in the desk drawer, over by the wall.”

Carl started for it, then stopped. “Naughty Slut, go get Master the ruler for your punishment.”

When she stood up, her eyes were round as the bottom of shot glasses. She went to the desk without a word and brought back a wooden ruler—probably just like the ones Evers had used on her. Why else would she have them to this day?

He nodded and she returned to her position, ass in the air, the back of the chair pressing into her stomach.

“Tell me what he’d say,” he ordered.

She hesitated. Carl gave her a little slap with the end of the ruler. It left a nice mark that faded into pink.

She stared again in a rush. “He said I had not yet achieved total obedience. He started out with just four strokes, two on each cheek, but told me I would probably need more as time went on.”

He gave her a good rap on her upper right cheek. She squealed. “Did Master allow you to squeal like that?”

“No, sir.”

“Good, then take your punishment like a Naughty Slut.” Carl cracked her across the other cheek. She jumped but made no sound. Nodding, he hit her on the right cheek again, just below the previous mark. She wiggled her ass at him. He landed the final blow. He could see the wetness oozing from her slit. This had turned her on tremendously.

“It’s making you wet,” he commented. “Did Master notice as well?”