J McKenna - Naughty girl

“Well, I’m not going to hit you any more, unless you force me to, okay?”

“Naughty Girl will be good, she promises.”

“Tell me what else he did to you that day.”

She smiled coyly. “He used his Naughty Girl. Many times.”

“Did you like it?”

“Oh, yes. He made her come until she couldn’t come any more.”

“Did he punish you again before you left?”

Her eyes fell to the floor. “Yes, Master Carl.”

“What for?”

“Naughty Girl failed to shave her pussy properly. He found some stubble.”

“Come, show me if you have stubble now.”

She rose fluidly and came to him, standing close. Carl loved the smell of her—the scent of womanly sex mixed with a tinge of perfume. He examined the folds of her pussy carefully, but could see no stubble anywhere. She trembled. “You seem to be quite smooth, here, slut.”

“Oh, yes, Master Carl. Master got tired of shaving his Naughty Girl or making her shave, so he sent her to a salon for a series of Brazilian waxes to remove all the hair.”

“Isn’t that where they pull the hair out by the roots?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Yes, Master.”

“How old were you when this happened?”

She looked up at the ceiling, remembering. “Um, twenty-two, I think.”

“And you’ve stayed smooth ever since?”

“Yes. Although Naughty Girl has to go in for some treatments occasionally.”

That surprised him. “This is even after Master died?”

“Yes, Master Carl.”

“Why is that? He won’t know if you do or don’t.”

“Naughty Girl would know,” she said simply.

“I think you really loved your Master, didn’t you?”

She nodded, a single tear tracking down her face.

“Why? I mean, he didn’t treat you like most men would’ve.”

“Naughty Girl’s not sure if she can explain. He was a powerful man, an important man. And he turned all of his attention onto this lowly slut. Naughty Girl needed it. She knows he loved her just as much as she loved him.”

“I’m not going to try to replace him, you understand. That would be impossible. But together, we can relive some of the best moments of your lives together, okay?”

She nodded. “Very well, Master.”

“How many times did you visit him over that summer?”

“Oh, I—excuse me, Naughty Girl doesn’t know. Just about every weekend.”

Carl decided to let that minor slip go. “What were some of your favorite games you played?”

“Oh, gosh, Naughty Girl would have to think. Any game that ended with a huge orgasm was fun. And there were lots of those.”

“Tell me about some of them.”

“There was Find the Naughty Slut. I—she would hide and Master would try to find her before the timer in the kitchen went off. If he did, he would spank Naughty Girl with a ruler six times. If he didn’t, he would make love to Naughty Girl, very gently until she came.”

“Take me back. Share a game with me.”

She looked wistful for a minute. Then she closed her eyes and began to speak.

“It was hot. July, probably. Naughty Girl saw the signal and came in, all tingly and horny. She stripped down and knelt on the rug. Master came in. He was naked too. He came close and stood right in front of her. Naughty Girl opened her eyes and saw his hard cock. She wanted to suck it. He let her for a few minutes then he said he wanted to play ‘Find the Slut’. He explained the rules.

“He gave me five minutes to find a hiding spot. Master had a ranch-style house, so there weren’t many places to hide. He closed his eyes and put headphones on while Naughty Girl hid. I hid in the closet in his bedroom the first time. He set the timer for ten minutes then came to look for his slut.

“He found her within five minutes. He dragged her out and took her to the living room. He had her kneel down with her bottom in the air and he gave six good whacks. Slut’s bottom was very sore.

“Then he said, ‘Let’s play it again.’ Naughty Girl didn’t want to get another spanking, so she searched hard for a hiding spot. I finally hid behind the door of the laundry room. He missed me—”

“Girl, come here.”

She stopped, and her face indicated she just realized she had used the wrong pronouns again.

“I’m sorry, Master Carl. I mean, Naughty Girl is sorry.”

“Present your tits.”

“No, please! Not the tits!” He could still see red marks on the sides.

“I’ll give you a choice, Slut. You can take twelve swats on your behind, or four on your tits—two on each one. What’ll it be?”

She blanched. Twelve was a lot, he knew. And four was just tolerable on her breasts, especially if they were light, like the last ones.

“T-t-tits, Master Carl.”

“Present them.”

She arched her back toward him. This time, she kept her eyes open.

He took the ruler and gave her a crack on the top of her right tit. She squealed—she couldn’t help herself.

“That’s good for two swats on your bottom as well,” he said.

She made no sound as he struck her left one, although twin tracks of tears flowed down her cheeks. “Naughty Girl does not say ‘I’ or ‘me’—Naughty Girl is simply Naughty Girl,” Carl said as he snapped the ruler from underneath, catching the tender underside of her breast.

“Ow! Ow! Girl is sorry! She’s sorry!”

“That’s two more for your bottom.”

She bit her lip and waited for the final blow to the underside of her left breast. It made a sharp noise in the room. She wiggled about, barely managing to keep quiet.

“And that’s two more for wiggling. Present yourself.”

She turned around quickly and raised her bottom for him. “Did Master have this much trouble with you?”

“Only at the beginning,” she said, her voice muffled. “Naughty Slut learned quickly.”

“Well, let’s hope you do this time around, too.” Carl gave her six sharp raps with the ruler, leaving nice red marks.

This made him extremely horny. “Okay, turn around and give your Master some pleasure. Don’t swallow until I say.”

DeeDee eagerly came to Carl and unzipped his pants. His cock sprung free. She took it into her mouth. She was truly an expert at cock-sucking. She licked and stroked him, her mouth active. In just minutes, she brought him off and he came heavily into her mouth. He pulled free and she opened her mouth to show the white sperm within.

He moved down until he could reach her pussy. “Swallow,” he said, just as he pressed his fingers against her clit. She came immediately, conditioned as she had been by Master. The taste of sperm and an orgasm. Carl suspected by now, she might be able to come just from the act of swallowing sperm.

She clung to him, sobbing with both pain and release. The red marks on her breasts, he knew, would soon fade to blue, reminding her that she was no longer a person, but a slut. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. After all, he considered himself a decent sort of man—yet here he was, abusing this poor, sweet girl. She did love it, of course. Just a while longer , he told himself. Let’s see just how far she’ll go . He’d never felt like this before. He’d never met anyone like her.

“Remember,” he whispered into a perfect, shell-shaped ear. “You are a Naughty Girl. You are here to give me pleasure, just as you gave your Master pleasure. Your needs are secondary.”

She was nodding, remembering those same words from years past.

“Now, as I recall, you were telling me about a hide and seek game with Master. Please continue.”

She sat up gingerly and tried not to let her bottom touch the rug. “Naughty Girl hid behind the door in the laundry room and although Master looked in, he didn’t see his Slut. He left to look elsewhere. The timer went off before he could track his Girl down,” she said, seeming to have no further problems remembering the correct pronouns.