An Indecent Awakening (6 page)

Stacy’s mind seemed to be going round and round without finding a place to land, but Ben apparently didn’t see her confusion, or he didn’t care. He said, “Get over the arm of the couch, now. Face in the cushions and butt nice and high.”

She could see the screen again, now, where Rod was still frozen in the motion of fucking Paula the same way Ben had just fucked Stacy. She had the sudden urge to tell Ben that if he fast-forwarded a minute or two he would find that Rod had Paula doggy-style over the arm of the casting couch, but then she realized that Ben undoubtedly knew that.

Stacy turned her eyes from the screen: she didn’t need it, to play porn-girl. She obeyed without getting a whipping, and she walked the few steps until she could bend over the couch arm nearly the same way Ben had bent her there for her very first spanking, and her very first time having her panties taken down by a man. Jack of course had waited for her to take her own panties down, for sex.

Part of being taken in hand, though, would appear to involve Ben taking Stacy’s panties down whenever he felt like it. Stacy felt a shiver go through her at the thought, as she put her elbows on the leather cushion, right where her back had been before, when Ben had made her get into diaper position (oh, how well she knew about diaper position, from the spanking videos) for her inspection, her whipping, and finally her fucking.

She put her face right against the cushion, between her hands. She felt the warmth there and smelled, with another blush, the lingering scent of her arousal from when her pussy’s wetness had trickled down onto the cushion.

“Get that ass higher, baby,” Ben said. “Arch your back for me. And spread your legs.”

Those commands, and the way he gave them: just like the videos, but somehow also not like them at all. Why? Because this was real? Stacy felt like she needed to think long and hard about what it meant to be real… because…

The head of Ben’s cock pressed against her pussy, at the same time his left hand came down on her hip with a firm grasp. She gave a little cry of pleasure: she couldn’t help it.

Ben put his right hand on her right hip, and started to fuck hard and fast, keeping tight hold of her waist so that though she tried to move, to adjust the angle, which was deep and a little uncomfortable, Ben didn’t allow it, but just kept fucking the way that suited him. The thought that he held her that way, for his own pleasure without regard to hers, sent another of those crazy tingles through her pussy.

Stacy tried to think again about reality and play, and porn and real sex, but her mind seemed only to be able to feel the way Ben’s hips pounded into her bottom and the way that pounding reawakened the sting of the strap so that she felt like he was teaching her a lesson by fucking her this way.

A lesson… teaching her… training her for obedience… for pleasure… for fucking.

She cried out, knowing that she was about to come again, feeling the waves of arousal build.

“Don’t come, porn-girl,” Ben growled. “From now on, you ask permission.”

What?
In one of those BDSM videos, they had done that, hadn’t they? She had been powerfully attracted to that one, but she could hardly bear to watch it: the girl had been… tied up, and those vibrators…

She cried out, and bit her cheek hard. How could she possibly stop herself? She tried to think of the pain in her cheek, but then she felt like Ben had made her feel it, and that seemed to increase the arousal. She tried holding her breath, as the relentless thrusting of Ben’s big cock and the firm grip of his hands around her waist just went on and on.

Then suddenly his right hand left her hip, and she felt him take her hair in its grip and pull her head back. “Come for me, now, baby,” he said.

She couldn’t have stopped herself: the feeling of his control of her head, together with his left hand squeezing her hip hard, and the fucking that never stopped, sent her pleasure spinning out of control, and she screamed out her climax. At the same instant, Ben’s thrusting suddenly changed its rhythm, became spasmodic. She felt his cock pulsing inside her.

What about… getting pregnant?

He grunted and held her against him. Gradually his breathing slowed. “You’re probably worried about getting pregnant, porn-girl.” He reached his hand under her belly and between her legs. He stroked her soaking, still-contracting pussy, around his softening but still embedded cock. “Don’t worry—if I make a baby in here, I’ll take good care of you.”

He
would
take good care of Stacy, if she got pregnant. That made up an important part of his lessons. Peggy had gotten pregnant, and now she had a fine son, two years old, to remind her of Ben. Peggy had married Ben’s friend Mike, who couldn’t have kids, and Mike had adopted Ben Junior.

Just last month, Ben had gone over there for dinner, and after Ben Junior was in bed Mike had told Peggy to take her clothes off and get ready for a three-way. Ben and Mike had shared Peggy deep into the night, each of them coming once in her mouth and once in her ass.

Now, as Ben caressed Stacy’s sweet cunt, he thought about the fun they would have when he brought Stacy over to play with Peggy and with Julie: bringing Julie to play with Peggy had been a very memorable experience, since Ben greatly enjoyed watching one girl teach another how to please her, and after completing her lessons with Ben, Peggy showed herself to be very eager to have a turn teaching Ben’s new girl. Ben was pretty sure Peggy and Julie would both be happy to train Stacy, now. He wondered idly if he could borrow Peggy and Julie from Mike and Joe, and have them here in the basement for a very special lesson with Stacy, while Ben would participate just as he liked, putting his cock wherever might seem best at the time.

“But…” Stacy said. “I don’t think… I mean, I love kids, but…” She turned her head to try to get a look at him, but he took hold of her hair again—not roughly, just to train her—and turned her face back to the cushion.

“Shh, baby,” Ben said. “You’ll learn to accept what I give you. If that’s a baby, you’ll accept it, and we’ll take good care of it.”

Stacy remained silent. Ben pulled his cock out of her; it was time for the final part of today’s lesson. He laid his right hand on her ass, with the middle finger between the firm, pale ovals of her bottom-cheeks. He moved that finger inward, and Stacy gave a soft cry of alarm.

“Now we’re almost done for today, porn-girl,” Ben said in his didactic tone. “I’m going to give you your homework assignment.”

“P-please…” Stacy stammered, as the finger began to invade her most private place, but Ben simply pushed steadily against the little hole’s resistance.

“Your assignment has three parts, Stacy. The first is to think about what I’m doing right now.” He pushed even more firmly with the fingertip, and overcame the tightness of Stacy’s anus.

“Oh, God,” she whispered.

“At least three times a day,” Ben continued, “maybe when you pee, you’ll put your own hand here, touch your little asshole, and say, ‘This belongs to Ben, because I am his porn-girl.’” He pushed his finger into her bottom to the second knuckle as he gave the assignment, making Stacy whimper.

“N-no… please, sir…” she sobbed.

“Say, it Stacy. Repeat after me: ‘This belongs to Ben, because I am his porn-girl.’” He moved the finger gently in and out. “You don’t even have to put your own finger inside yet. That will happen next week. All you have to do is touch your little anus and say the words.”

“This belongs…” Stacy whispered.

“This belongs to Ben,” he supplied. He pushed the finger into her further than it had yet gone. Stacy cried out.

“This belongs to Ben, because…” she said in a desperate voice. “Because I’m his porn-girl.”

“There we go,” Ben said encouragingly. “Three times a day. Do you understand?”

Stacy nodded into the couch.

“The second part of your assignment is to watch the video that’s on your laptop called
Polly Gets Caught
. Do you remember that one?”

“Yes,” she admitted, though he could hear the reluctance in her voice—and he could certainly understand the reluctance given what Polly suffered in the video: things that Stacy undoubtedly, and accurately, imagined would now befall her.

“You may not touch yourself while you watch the video. You’re going to make a video of yourself watching it, for me, so I can be sure you stayed on the path of virtue. That’s the third part of your assignment. In the video, you’re going to be naked.”

“What?” She turned her head wildly, trying again to get a look at him. Her movement made her backside squirm deliciously on his finger, and Stacy gave a little sob as if with the extremity of the feeling and her inability to escape it, or even to see him.

Ben pulled the finger out. “Stand up,” he said sternly, and took a step back to let her do so. He seized her firmly by the forearms, from behind, and marched her over to stand in front of the big reclining armchair, three feet away from it. Then he sat in the chair himself.

Stacy’s eyes were fixed on the floor. “Hands on your head, porn-girl,” he said. It was a posture she would know very well from such videos as
Polly Gets Caught,
and she obeyed almost instantly, looking at him with wide eyes as she did so.

Ben drank in the sight of the pretty naked porn-girl in front of him. Really, her pussy curls were very sweet; he almost regretted what he considered the necessity of removing them next time. But the educational benefits of a cunt that felt bare could not, in his view, be denied.

Stacy’s firm little breasts heaved with the quickness of her frightened breathing. The brown nipples pointed ever so slightly outward, which Ben found terribly endearing.

“Alright, baby,” he said softly. His cock had begun to rise again at the lovely sight of her standing submissively before him, and he pumped it gently, just to show her that he could give himself pleasure any time he wanted, since he was her teacher. “Do you really not understand the third part of your homework, or do you just want to get out of it?”

“Please…” she whispered. “Please. Maybe with my clothes on? Or… or just my underwear?”

“Get over my lap,” Ben said. “You clearly don’t understand your situation yet.”

“What? Oh, no! Please, don’t… sir… I-I’ll do it—I’ll do it with my clothes off.”

“Yes,” Ben said firmly, “you will. But you will also have a spanked bottom in a moment, and it will be more painful the longer you wait to get over my knee.”

Stacy was crying now. Her hands seemed about to leave her head, which she was shaking, her eyes closed. She took a hesitant step, and then another, toward where Ben sat in the chair, still without opening her eyes.

“That’s it, baby,” Ben said, much more gently. He patted his naked right thigh, moving forward to the edge of the chair seat at the same time, so that there would be enough lap for Stacy to lie over for her punishment.

Stacy opened her eyes and bit her lip. She took the last steps and laid herself over the thigh Ben kept patting to guide her. The feeling of having Stacy Miller’s adorable naked body over his lap, where his cock brushed against her belly, was heavenly. Ben put his hand on her bottom, where there were still fading red curls from the punishment strap.

“Get this up for me, Stacy,” he said.

She wriggled atop him, trying to obey, and that sent waves of arousal through his cock that made Ben feel he had everything he wanted or needed right in front of him: a sweet, cute girl to train, with an already whipped bottom for him to spank.

He started to spank it, not terribly hard, but at a quick, even pace, and all over—from her cheeks to her thighs. Stacy whimpered, and kept squirming atop his lap. Ben loved the wriggling so much that he just put his left arm loosely across her back to make sure she didn’t get away, and kept spanking.

Her bottom turned light pink, and now she cried out, “Ow!” with every spank. She threw her hand back, and Ben captured it and bent it behind her without even bothering to tell her that that was forbidden.

When Stacy’s backside had reached a brighter pink, he lightened the spanking and, as he expected, her cries began to turn to moans. He smelled her cunt’s excitement again, freshly, and now Stacy tried to part her knees, begging with her body for Ben’s caresses, since she knew now that she must not bestow her own.

“Keep those legs closed, porn-girl!” Ben said, stern again with the need to impress this part of the lesson as firmly as he could. He gave her a final sharp spank, right on her sit-spot, and then he tightened his left arm’s grip around her waist, letting her right hand go so that she could hang limply over his lap.

Ben said very softly, “You’re going to be a good porn-girl for me, aren’t you?”

Stacy nodded, her hair shaking around her head where it hung off to the left.

“Are you going to touch your little pussy?”

She shook her head.

“Are you going to do your homework?”

She nodded.

“Good girl,” Ben said, and helped her to her feet. “You’ll wear a dress or a skirt every day. I’m going to let you wear panties this first week.”

She turned to him with a furrowed brow. “But…”

“No buts, Stacy. Today’s Saturday. I’ll see you Wednesday at 10 a.m., here.”

“I-I… have a…” For a moment Ben thought that Stacy was trying to get out of having another lesson, which would of course have been very unwise. Then, to his surprised pleasure, he realized that, on the contrary, she had instinctually begun to try to integrate her porn-girl studies with the rest of her calendar.

“A what, Stacy?” Ben asked conversationally, as he disconnected her laptop from the entertainment center and handed it to her. He had copied all her videos, of course, onto his own hard drive.

“A training—management training,” she said with a puzzled look as if management training existed in a completely different, alien universe. “For being a… manager at the restaurant.”

“Well, that’s nice,” Ben said. “How’s Tuesday for your porn-girl lessons?”

“Um…” Her brow creased further. “Tuesday’s okay,” she admitted in a whisper.

“Alright,” Ben said. “I’ll see you then. If you want to use contraception, go ahead and get that process started. You’re eighteen, so you won’t have any problems. If you feel like it, you can take Plan B today to make sure your first lesson didn’t get you pregnant. Like I said, though, I certainly wouldn’t mind putting a sweet baby inside that pretty pussy, and I’ll take good care of you and the baby.”