An Indecent Awakening (11 page)

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Tiny Butt Trouble
was her homework, of course, but there was much more to that assignment.

She had managed to avoid thinking about the moment during her Tuesday lesson in Ben’s basement when she had seen, in the dark TV screen, the reflection of the fucking Ben gave her. Every time her mind went to it, her thoughts seemed to recoil, and shoot off in some other direction: the weather, her job.

Her mind certainly did want to revisit the sight of that reflection, because not only did her pussy clench and warm when she saw again the ghostly vision of Ben, looking down at the place where he had thrust his cock into her already overfilled body, but she could tell that she had much more to puzzle out. Why had that sight thrust her straight over the edge into a huge orgasm? What did it mean to her that she had seen Ben, looking at the way he was fucking Stacy?

What did it mean that in addition to telling her that she must watch
Tiny Butt Trouble,
Ben had said that she must do so with the butt plug, with which he had sent her home, inserted? And that he had commanded that while she watched she must bring herself to at least five orgasms, after each one of which she must take a picture of her pussy and send it to him?

“If you run out of video,” he said, “before you’ve come five times, start the video again.”

What did it mean that she was allowed to wear panties, but that when she did she must always have the plug inserted?

“No plug, no panties,” Ben had said simply.

Now, though, as she prepared to do her homework—setting up her laptop on her bed, with the phone beside it, taking the blue butt plug and the little bottle of lube from the very back of her underwear drawer, where she had thrust it on returning home on Tuesday, sitting on her bed with her back to the wall and self-consciously pulling up her skirt and spreading her knees—her mind suddenly returned yet again to the reflection in the dark screen. She caught sight of herself, in the mirror over her dresser, preparing to do the terribly shameful things Ben had told her to do, and she understood:
looking
made her porn-girl.

Ben’s looking at her, whether at her naked body, or at her panties, pulled aside so that Stacy could play with herself, or her pussy filled with his hardness and her ass filled with the rubber plug. Stacy’s own looking—at herself being fucked, at Ben fucking her. At the dirty videos. Other people’s looking: the idea that Ben, or some other guy, might put Stacy herself in a dirty video, for anyone to watch if they just clicked the play button.

But looking wasn’t reality, was it? Real sex, and porn: the difference wasn’t that people didn’t fuck in real life the way they did in porn—though certainly that could also be true, for as many people wanted to have sex in an old-fashioned, intimate, making-love kind of way. The difference was that when Stacy
looked
at herself as Ben’s sex-toy, or looked at a girl in one of the videos that way, sex became something more—for her at least. It became super-hot, incandescent. It became so arousing that her poor human brain couldn’t help getting confused, and mixing up priorities.

Among other things, the idea that it would be super-hot to get pregnant might get hold of you for a few days.

Stacy picked up her phone and found the number of her gynecologist in her contacts. Not moving from her skirt-hiked, no-panties, spread-knees position on the bed—sure that she would simply continue with her anal homework once she had taken care of this detail—she made an appointment to get a pregnancy test and, if she wasn’t pregnant, an IUD.

Hadn’t Ben said that he had taught his lessons about the path of virtue to other girls? Had any of them gotten pregnant? Stacy wondered. How many were there?

Stacy surveyed the setup for the shameful porn homework. Now she did close her legs and smooth her skirt down. She picked up the butt plug and the lube and returned them to the back of her underwear drawer.

She dialed Ben’s number.

“Where are my pictures, porn-girl?” he growled at the other end of the phone.

“I need to talk to another girl who’s… who you’ve… trained,” Stacy said hesitantly, but surer every second that she had made the right decision.

Ben said, “I’ve taken you in hand. That’s all you need to know.”

Stacy took a deep breath. “I’m safewording,” she said.

“Huh,” Ben’s voice said, with an air of surprise. “Okay.”

“I’m withdrawing from your… program or whatever it is—at least for a few days, to get my head straight. You can tell my parents about the porn if you want, or you can let me talk to one of your other porn-girls.”

“Peggy and Julie aren’t porn-girls—at least, not the way you are.”

“So you’ll let me talk to them?”

“Sure. You were going to meet them soon anyway.”

Stacy let her breath out through her nostrils, realizing that she had held it for a very long time. “Um, okay. So… we’re… playing? I mean, you weren’t planning on telling my parents about the porn if I didn’t… you know… do my homework?”

“That’s complicated,” Ben replied. “I don’t consider my lessons to be play. If I think it will help you learn to be a good girl, I
will
tell your parents, and I
will
punish you as I see fit.”

“Oh,” Stacy said.

“But I’m not gonna give up on you, if you need to think about things. Safewords don’t really apply, but I know what you’re saying, and it probably will help you to meet the girls who have been in your place.”

Ben set the meeting with Peggy up for coffee the next afternoon—Friday. Ben picked Stacy up at her house. She wore the polka-dot sundress, and looked just as cute and nervous as she had when she had showed up at his house for her first lesson. Ben didn’t tell her to lift her skirt, though he had to admit to the temptation. This strange little hiatus in Stacy’s training had only increased his desire to make sure she acknowledged his power over her and felt the submissive pleasure he knew being Ben’s porn-girl gave her, but more was at stake than a moment’s arousal, now.

To reassert his mastery by commanding her to show him her cunt, and then spanking her if she failed to obey, would probably solve her immediate difficulty of doubting her desires. But it would mean that her natural questions about what Ben intended for her, as his girl in training, went unanswered. Better to let Stacy get those questions answered, and punish her later for making him wait to have his way.

When they got to the café, Peggy was sitting, looking prim in a blue sundress of her own. Ben led Stacy to the table, and gave Peggy a kiss on the lips. “Hi, Ben,” she said softly.

“Peggy, this is Stacy. She’s my new girl.” Stacy shook hands awkwardly, and then sat down, while Ben went to get them all coffee.

When he returned, Peggy was saying, in a voice just above a whisper, “…taught Pete how to spank me.” She looked up at him and blushed, her brown eyes sparkling.

“What?” Stacy said as Ben put the coffees down. “You mean… like, in his basement?”

Peggy nodded. “When Ben finds your guy, he’ll make sure…”

“Actually,” Ben interrupted, looking around to be sure that they wouldn’t be overheard at other tables. “I think the guy for Stacy will already know how to keep her in line. I had to teach Pete and Joe how to keep you and Julie on the path of virtue, but the guy I have in mind for Stacy here already knows the value of a sound spanking.”

Stacy turned her head sharply to look at him. Her jaw hung open.

Peggy said, “I know, sweetie. Ben’s path of virtue is different from anything you’ve ever known. But I couldn’t be happier. I love Pete, and I love Ben, and when they share me…”

“Share you?” Stacy asked.

Peggy laughed. “I know how strange it seems, and I remember how frightened and embarrassed I was the first time Ben brought Pete to watch my training. I couldn’t even look at Pete, and when Ben told me to…” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “…suck Pete’s cock, I thought I would die.”

“But… did you… I mean, did you already know you were… pregnant, then?” So, as Ben suspected, the first thing Peggy had told Stacy about was little Ben, who Peggy had said Pete was watching this afternoon.

“Mm-hmm,” Peggy said. She looked sympathetically into Stacy’s eyes. “Why don’t you tell me how you see your… dynamic with Ben, and I can tell you a little bit about mine.”

Stacy stared at her.

Peggy smiled. “I don’t think there’s any use denying that Ben can pick girls who need his path of virtue, sweetie. When you admit that you do, everything will get much easier.”

“I… I got an IUD, this morning,” Stacy said. Peggy’s brow creased at the non-sequitur, but then she nodded slightly.

Stacy looked at Ben, clearly expecting him to say something—perhaps to say that he would punish her. He remained silent, thinking that Peggy’s response was probably the more important one for helping Stacy right now.

Peggy’s next words seemed to him to prove him right. “So you want to continue your training,” she said. Stacy’s mouth opened again, as if to deny it, but Peggy continued, “You just don’t want to get pregnant.”

Stacy closed her mouth.

“Tell me this,” Peggy said, stirring sugar into her coffee. “Did you take the morning-after pill, after your first lesson?”

“N-no,” Stacy stammered. Ben felt the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile.

“Why not?” Peggy asked.

Stacy looked down at her coffee, clearly unwilling to answer the question.

“Can I take a guess?” Peggy said kindly, reaching out her hand to lay it on Stacy’s wrist. “Was it because of how turned-on it got you to think about Ben making a baby there?”

Stacy nodded wordlessly. A long moment went by, and then she whispered, without lifting her eyes, “But I don’t want to be porn-girl. I don’t.”

Ben said to Peggy, by way of explanation, “You know how you were third-base girl?”

“Oh,” Peggy said, the light of understanding dawning in her eyes. “I think I get it.” She turned to Stacy again and said, “So Ben caught you watching porn?”

Stacy nodded again, her eyes still fixed on her coffee.

“He caught me with my boyfriend’s hand in my panties.”

Stacy did look at her at that, and then over at Ben. She looked to Ben like she was trying to glare at him, but she couldn’t muster as much anger as she thought she should. She looked back at Peggy. “But what’s wrong with that? Why should you have to have… these lessons… for making out with a boy?”

Peggy laughed. “That’s what I kept saying at first, but what I couldn’t see, and even my parents couldn’t get me to admit, was that I was being self-destructive then. The guy was a terrible guy—a criminal, a drug user. But that isn’t even the most important part. The reason I was with him was that I felt like the things my body craved made me a terrible person—a person who didn’t deserve anything nice or pleasant. Above all, I knew—I just knew—that I didn’t deserve to get any pleasure out of sex, because the things I wanted were just wrong. By teaching me about his path of virtue, Ben helped me accept my need to be dominated, and the healthiness of that need, and of my need for sex—especially the kind of sex Ben is best at. So when I got pregnant it made me really happy even though I knew that the situation was going to be very unusual.”

Ben looked at Stacy. Her face seemed to have softened in sympathy with Peggy’s happiness. She took a sip of coffee, looking thoughtfully down at the cup.

“Actually,” Peggy said, with a little giggle, “to the outside world it just looks like Pete got me pregnant and then married me, and we named the baby after Ben because Ben introduced us.” Ben saw some pink come into Peggy’s cheeks. “After all,” she continued, “no one has to know that the guy who introduced you to your husband taught him to spank you, and comes over every couple of weeks for a three-way.”

Finally Stacy spoke again. “Can you tell me a little more about your story?” she whispered. “I mean, how long did it take before…?”

“Before I understood that I was third-base girl? Before I understood that I needed Ben to use me however he wanted, and then pass me along to Pete? Before I realized that Ben’s path of virtue meant being a very, very dirty girl when the world wasn’t watching?”

Stacy nodded. In her eyes Ben saw a look of almost-desperate hope.

Peggy looked at Ben. “How long would you say, sir?” she asked. “When did you know that I was on the path of virtue?” She turned her eyes back to Stacy. “I didn’t tell him, of course. That’s almost part of the fun.”

“I’m guessing it was probably just before I had you go down on me in the movie theater,” Ben said, smiling at the memory.

“What?” Stacy said, her face turning bright red. “I thought you just said that the point was to look like a good girl in public.”

Peggy giggled. “You’re right, sir,” she said to Ben. “I think it was the day before that when I realized I really did belong to you, and with you, and I wanted you to find me someone who could keep me in training. It was because you told me that I was going to have to suck your cock at the movies, and I suddenly understood that part of me really was looking forward to it.”

Then she turned to Stacy. “Ben will decide what’s public and what isn’t,” she said simply. “We didn’t get caught. He’s good at that kind of thing.”

“Stacy,” Ben said, “part of being on the path of virtue is knowing that I—and whoever I give you to—get to be in charge of the path. If I tell you to go over to that booth over there and show your smooth little cunt to that nice old man, you’ll do it, or you’ll get the whipping of your life, beginning with a spanking over my knee right here in the café.”

Stacy looked at him, her eyes wide and her mouth open.

“Stacy?” Peggy asked softly. “If you take my advice, you’ll admit to yourself how very wet you are right now. I know I’m very wet, thinking about what Ben just said. And I know you’re going to say that that’s because I’m not the one who’s just been threatened with that terrible humiliation, but I know what just happened to your pussy, and I suggest that you admit it, too.”

Stacy looked down at her coffee again. Her face was still bright red. “You wouldn’t…” she said softly. Then, “He wouldn’t, would he?”