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niteowluk2003
10-06-2008, 07:20 PM
another episode from F ing Ho.

ABC’s of lust.

Chapter 4: D is for Discipline

Beads of sweat were forming on Denise Watts' skin: in her armpits, on the under-flesh of her breasts and by her navel, on the skin from lower back down her buttock cheeks and in the crack between those cheeks and on each side of her vaginal mound and the thigh area near them. The sweat was free to flow for two reasons: first of all, Denise always kept her legs, armpits and pussy mound shaven to a pre-teen smoothness which made her 23 year-old body appear much younger. Secondly, Denise at this moment was stark naked.
It was near zero Fahrenheit outside, but in this room, with its blistering bright lights, the temperature was closer to 90 degrees. More, the position in which Denise was placed, physically and emotionally, gave her cause to sweat. Denise Watts was leaning forward on an old oak desk, her hands stretched out to reach the far side, her 38 inch C Cup breasts flattened on the desk surface, her hips up thrust, legs spread wide and feet arched upward so her muscles stretched all over as she balanced on her tip-toes. Desnise Watts strained in the traditional physical position for getting the cane often seen on Spanking Web Sites.
Her situation also gave her cause to sweat as she knew that win a few minutes she would receive ten of the finest across her bare ass from a cane wielding middle-aged man in a black cap and gown and speaking in a thick British accent. Her punishment would be painful and sexually humiliating ( just the way she liked it ) and it would come soon; just as soon as the crew got the lighting and camera angles set right.'
Denise Watts was a BDSM porn star who demanded and got $7,000 per shoot because she made the producers a fuck of a lot of money in VidCam/Vidclip sales on the internet, video/DVD rentals and sales and even T-shirts. On the set she was known as Denise the Piece because of her incredibly sexy body, pretty face, fine skin, luscious curves ( added by silicone implants ) and most of all, by the fact that she wasn't faking it.
Denise was good for long shots and close-ups and not just of her tear filled eyes. The camera caught a special feature of this 23 year-old babe whether she was over a man's lap for a panties-down OTK spanking, or hung by her wrists from overhead rafters, or taking the paddle in a Sorority Initiation flick, or, like now, spread-eagled over her teacher's desks awaiting the cane. That feature was the grow and then flowing moistness of Denise's pussy as spank, strap, switch or cane fell on her bare buttocks. The girl was a natural. She never acted her roles, she just played them as she felt them. And it showed.
The men in the crew suffered hour-long boners when on the set with her because just being in her presence was so sexually arousing; or in the words of Mick Jaggar, " She'd make a dead man cum." The guys would delight in what their audiences would experience, the sight of Denise's pussy increasingly getting wetter and finally dripping with sex juice as stroke after stroke was delivered. But on top of that, the crew would enjoy the smell of this girl starting with the sweet-sour odour of her sweat and the incredible scent of a woman in heat and the sexually intoxicating whiff of girl cum that filled the room on hot lights and evaporated into a sexually charged atmosphere that drove the men wild.
On more than one occasion Denise was in fact gang raped in the middle of a shoot because the six or seven crew members and one or two male actors couldn't take it anymore and needed to fuck that sex-dripping pussy of hers. She was just as eager as they were, so we can't really call it 'rape'; 'ravaged' would be more accurate. On those occasions she would end up tiring them out. Games with ' Screw Crews" were few and far between; but when the script pushed Denise to the edge of orgasmic squirting, the odds were the off-camera action would be even hotter than what went on tape.
What was going on in Denise mind this day, as the smell from her armpits and even vaginal cleft began to reach her nostrils, was a fantasizing about her fate as she began to identify with the character she was playing, a High School Junior in a British All-Girls' Public School where the strap and cane were standard tools of discipline and where the strict rules meant the sexiest girls were the ones most often punished. Disciplined sometimes with their skimpy skirts pulled way up and their knickers pulled all the way down. But more often, as now, wearing not a stitch of clothing and spread out so their buttocks and pussies would be completely exposed and easy targets for the various tools of punishment.
So Denise was thinking how naughty she had been to copy another student's homework. How she so richly deserved the caning she was about to get. How it was going to hurt like hell and yet somehow make her feel good in the end ( so to speak ) when she ' had learned her lesson'... "Learned her lesson", that age old phrase used by teachers, parents and other sadistic tyrants who equated learning with pain.
A gravelly sounding male voice sounded the sentiment, if not the exact words, now as Denise braced for the first blow.
"I shall have to teach you the lesson you should have learned at home, young lady," said the man in the professor's gown as he flexed the three foot long cane in his hands. " I expect you to thank me properly at the end of your lesson. Do you understand, Miss Watts?"
"Yes, sir." Whispered the sweating actress whose pussy, even this soon, was beginning to drip in anticipation. Denise had few lines but they, like her cane strokes, were delivered with great strength and to amazing effect.
Her male tormenter went on, "Your father should have used more than his hands or slipper on your bare bum when you were six, and you wouldn't be in the mess you're in now. But he was lenient and left you a spoiled little girl. But I will not spare the rod ... Count out, Miss Watts!"
And with that the actor portraying professor Strapp let loose a single stroke across both buttock cheeks of the naked girl before him. There were four cameras capturing the scene from different angles. One camera slowly zoomed from the overall shot of Strapp's whipping motion; another caught the cane on impact at Denise buttocks and stayed there to show the growing red stripe on her flesh; the third lens was zoomed right between her splayed legs to show how her pussy reacted after each stroke, how drops of girl cum formed, built up and finally oozed out over her puffed pussy lips to drop on her inner thighs. A fourth camera was trained on Denise face to show the change of expression from horror, shock, excruciating pain, sexual tension and finally glorious release as stroke after stroke drove the actress wild.
"One. thank you, Sir." she whimpered.
There was a pause on the set as all four cameras made the most of the scene, taking several seconds of tape time to make sure they had good film. Also they wanted the marks Denise would get on her buttocks and thighs to have time to develop; the blood had to rush to the skin surface to make a better show of her pain.
In those few minutes between cane strokes Denise, of course had to remain in position and stay in character. This gave the girl a chance to think of past punishment sessions and how she had come to be such a naughty little girl who had indeed learned a lesson over her daddy's lap; but it wasn't the one he'd intended.
Denise remembered how her dad caught her stealing pennies from her mother's purse so she could buy candy at the corner store. Denise was only six at the time but was the cutest little girl with long ash blond hair tied back in pig tails. It was midsummer and she had been wearing a thin, cotton summer dress over her pink panties. Before she knew what was happening, six year-old Denise found herself picked up by her father's strong arm, hoisted up over his lap with her right arm bent and pinned behind her back while her left hand fell to the floor. Her dad's knee lifted her up higher and his right hand pulled at the hem of her dress so her panty-clad bottom was aloft and exposed.
"How many pennies did you steal, Denise?" asked her dad in a stern voice.
Not knowing what was to come, for this was her first offence deserving punishment, Denise answered truthfully, " Ten pennies, Daddy."
"Then this is for punishment!" and he proceeded to give her ten swats across her bum.
Denise was in shock; no one had ever hot her before ... well, except her brothers but that was all in fun and it's what big brothers do, isn't it? But her dad wasn't plying. This hurt even though she had a little protection from the thin cotton panties shielding her bare flesh. But that soon too changed.
"And this," her dad added, ' is for shame!" as he pulled Denise's panties all the way down to her ankles then off completely; he nudged her little thighs apart so her legs were well splayed so not only her bare bum showed, so did her bald pussy. Then came ten more swats of his hand. This time with much greater force and directed not only on the little girl's buttock cheeks, but also touching her exposed pussy ... her pussy which, even at this tender age, reacted to the strokes of her dad's palm. By the tenth bare-bottom spank, Denise was feeling stirring in her loins and a moistness between her legs.
All she had done was knick a few pennies. Now she had her first 'lesson'; but it was not her last. Denise had not learned to be 'a good little girl' as her dad had hoped. No, on the contrary. Denise was learning how exciting it was to be a naughty little girl.
In the studio the cameras were rolling again Professor Strapp was uttering some line which Denise ignored. She only had a few lines herself; other that 'Yes, Sir', 'No Sir', the counting to 12 and 'Thank you, Sir', Denise would speak no words but was anything but silent as the audio track caught her every sigh, moan and heaving breathing that perfectly matched her sensuous body language. Her unspoken lines shouted out one message, 'SLUT!'
"Two. thank you, Sir." As a second livid mark grew on her buttocks an inch below the first. Then the usual five minute pause giving her time to remember her early years education.
As her bum began to glow with sexual warmth on this second stroke of the film, Denise cast her mind back to the warm glows she earned over her dad's knee at the age of seven when he'd caught her and her brother Vince playing doctor in the garage. Her brother, two years her senior, had pretended to be taking her temperature but, instead of a thermometer, was using his index finger made greasy with a glob of Vaseline. Vince had told his patient that her fever was up and down and he's had to retake her temperature with the thermometer many times. And it wasn't an oral thermometer.
Vince got the strap for that and had to stand along side his little sister for an hour in shaming corner time. Each stood naked as they day they were born; each had to keep arms up, hands atop their heads, face to the wall; standing naked and motionless for sixty minutes while other family members ( brothers and sisters ) walked by and sniggered at the penitents' red, bare bums. On that second occasion, Denise was spared the belt but instead tasted the sting of her dad's leather slipper: 25 swats for miss Watts whose buttocks glowed and whose girl-juices flowed.
Their dad had believed that punishment must be followed by humiliation to be effective. And so, depending on the severity of the crime, each of his children got spanked, slipper-smacked, strapped or switched on the bare and spent some time in semi-public shame. Every punishment and shaming session was delivered with the same shop worn message, " I hope that teaches you a lesson.' The boys learned to not get caught too often and to hate their old man. Denise sister, Fran learned to respect her elder and stay well out of trouble. Denise learned that getting spanked, being naked and being publicly humiliated was the most exciting, sexiest thing in the world. She also learned that hand spanking was not as good as getting paddled and that she would have to act naughtier to get the results she craved.
Back in the studio Denise was startled out of her reverie as the third blow came.
"Three! thank you, Sir." She groaned.
And her sweat increased and the aroma in the room, hot under studio lights, became sour and musky as her scent blended with the smell coming from the crotches of the eight crew and actors who were not unaffected by watching this beautiful, naked girl get caned and clearly loving it. Pheromones filled he air; the bleach scent of testosterone covered the smell of sweat. Everyone was enjoying taking deep breaths.
Denise recalled her very first strapping given to her not in the house but in the back yard one fall day when she was eight years old. She had been caught smoking a cigarette! She knew she was in for it now and her heart was pounding like crazy as she waited for her farther to return from the evening shift at the factory. Her mother filed her husband in on the bad news and a cloud of guilt and fear filled the house. But her dad did not punish Denise right away; in fact, he waited until nearly midnight when he entered her bedroom which she shared with her sister; he roused her from sleep and dragged her downstairs and out the back door. It was quite cool outside and goose bumps rose on her flesh a she was wearing only a thin nightgown that covered her to mid thigh. Under that she wore her white panties and she was barefoot.
Mr. Watts frog-marched his naughty daughter to the middle of their back yard. A nearly full moon shone above and the scene abut to unfold would have been easily visible to any neighbours should they be looking out their windows in that direction.
She was ordered to stop and remove her nightgown. This her dad took from her as he stood before her; he then proceeded to rip at the fabric until her had rented it several times so it could no longer clothe anyone; it was in shreds which he tossed on the wet ground. Next he ordered his eight year old daughter to remove her panties and hold them in her hands high above her head. Then to spread her feet out as far as she could. And just stand there while she gave a thought to how stupid and wicked she had been for smoking.
This Denise did for a full five minutes, standing there naked in her back yard with her father glaring at her. At last he spoke again and told her that if she really needed oral gratification, she should have it. And with that, her pulled the panties from her hands and shoved them into her gaping mouth.
What Mr. Watts may, or may not have known, was that for the past year, eight year-old Denise had been touching herself in bed a night. So the crotch of he panties were moist and pungent from her sexual body fluids. Having these smelly and tasty panties shoved in her mouth just turned her on. But the licking she was about to get was even hotter and sexier than her licking her own juices.
Her dad made her bend down and grab her ankles. He kept her in that position for five minutes, all he while she knew her dad was staring at her open pussy and seeing how it was getting wetter. The longer he watched, the wetter she got until WHACK! The first of ten smacks hit her buttocks and pussy lips as Mr. Watts lashed her with his leather belt.
After ten very hard blows, her dad told her to stay exactly as she was until he said other wise. Denise heard the back door open and shut and then silence ... for a half hour in the near freezing chill of the night, Denise stood, naked and exposed in her back yard. Her dad returned and told her to straighten up. He took the panty-gag out of her mouth and pocketed it.
"Put your nightgown on, Denise" he growled. " And don't let me catch you smoking again or you'll get 20 smacks with my belt stay out here for an hour ... and maybe it won't be midnight ... maybe next time it'll be dawn ... so all our neighbours can watch your shame."
In the dark he could not tell, but Denise was getting wetter by the minute. Just as she was now as the fourth blow came from Professor Strapp's cane.
"Four! thank you, Sir." Yelled Denise the Piece who was caught off guard. The producer actually preferred that; it was more natural and her pain was more obvious.
Denise's thoughts went to her first teen party that wasn't adult supervised. She was just 13 that summer and while she had stayed away from tobacco, the lure of illicit booze was too much of a temptation. In fact, she had no more than 4 ounces of rye with many cokes, but that was enough and when she teetered on home it was clear she was pissed. Her dad met her at the door at 2 a.m. but let her sleep off the drunk until just before false dawn when he shook her awake and marked her out to the back yard.
Still groggy and with a hell of a hang over, Denise was barely aware that she'd been caught red handed. Still, she knew what to expect when she saw her dad cutting a switch from a maple sapling. The birds had started their morning racket as the grey light crested the sky. Frank Watts muttered a few oaths about girls and their tempting ways. Then he barked out orders in a clipped tone.
"Get out of those clothes right now." And she did.
"Gag yourself! " and she knew she hade to use her soiled panties.
"Now bend low and grab your ankles!" He could barely contain his anger.
He began whipping at the small of her back and worked downward with stroke after stroke until her entire buttocks was red from the stripes and welts were appearing. He continued down her things and did not stop until marks covered her from waist to ankles. He had to cut two more switches to complete the job. A good 20 minute whipping and Denise managed to hold her stance and, because she had gagged herself with her panties, she did not let out a scream ... but inside she was screaming in pain. Between her legs she was moist, then wet, then flowing until at last gushing sexual juices which her dad couldn't help but notice. He struck all he harder as he came to se how much his little girl was enjoying her discipline.
"Five! thank you, Sir." And Denise found she was nearly as wet now as she had been that morning ten years before when her dad left her to sand in their back yard naked and lashed, still gagged and bent over so her dripping pussy was so exposed. He had left her there while he went inside the house and had breakfast. Her brothers and sister, her mother and three of the neighbours watched her that morning. No one said anything. Her shame was complete by there looking and not saying a word. She remained naked on view in full daylight for one hour. Then her dad let her march inside to bathe.
It was after the drinking episode that Frank realized his daughter needed to be disciplined in a more professional manner by experts. And so, he took her out of public school and sent her to the nuns where the slightest infraction of he rules would mean the strap. In fact, the sisters used old fashioned lather strops which hung from their waists next to their rosaries. Denise was entering grade 8 and looked so alluring in her school uniform but by the third day she was in detention and found out how cruel a woman can be when given the power to strap their charges. This tool was of a rigid leather, two feet long and six inches wide with a narrow end to act as handle. The leather was stiff and as unforgiving as the nuns who wielded the strops which, when they struck naked buttock flesh, made a thunderous sound like the report of a gun. Denise tasted its sting at least twenty-five times that year for she somehow managed to get into trouble every few days.
"Six! thank you, Sir." She almost said " Thank you, Sister." Remembering those dark and mysterious days at St. Margaret's and only the actor's voice brought her back to eh present.
"Half way there, Miss Watts. " intoned Mr. Strapp. " Are you learning your lesson yet and have you mastered self discipline?"
"I think so, Sir." Denise was silent while the crew gave her time ... time to heal and for the new marks to grow. In that silence she recalled her first social club, The Girls of the Gown they called themselves because they held clandestine meetings late at night in each other's garages and for these club meetings were sworn to wear only nightgowns ( no underwear, socks of shoes.) At her first meeting she was, of course, initiated. And so discovered the joins of the simple ping pong paddle. Her Gown Sisters discovered Denise's sexual reaction to discipline and so fascinated they were with this that they had her finger fuck herself while they spanked her. In this way Denise had her first ever spanking-induced orgasm. The other girls were amazed. For Denise went into a near convulsive state of rapture and filled the garage with the smell of her lust. This was beyond the experience of even the oldest Gown Girl there. But they loved it and so did Denise. So all year long, she accepted the paddle, hand spankings, strapping with a belt and slipper all nude and every meeting she would take her disSEXpline ( as they jokingly called it ) until she had multiple orgasms.
Which is what she was experiencing now as she reminisced and felt the warm glow of her caning wash over her bare buttocks.
"Seven! thank you, Sir."
The Girls of the Gown were jealous and, although they relished the spankings of this girl who enjoyed sex and discipline so much, they had a hard time frigging each other off and rarely got to the Big O. So envy drove them to extreme action and a the end of term they convinced Denise she needed a more public paddling. They arranged to have her strip inside the confessional in the church and await her paddling. Then they left and told the priest a sinner was awaiting confession. So Denise was found naked and taken to the nuns who gave her the harshest paddling she had ever had and could not sit for three days. What made it more humiliating was during her ordeal she was unable to stop from gushing out from her pussy. The nuns were shocked and some had to excuse themselves. Denise had always suspected those nuns were likewise affected by her sex smell and had gone off to finger fuck themselves in private.
"Eight! thank you, Sir."
College for Denise meant she hung out with men and women who were older but not any more mature than the Gown Girls. She joined four sororities in her first year and managed to get to the paddling part of her pledge initiation but then fail to complete her tasks and so went on to the next and the next and then the last sorority on campus. Each time she got her hacks and her kicks.
The last sorority, Sigma Theta Chi figured out that Denise must be into discipline and humiliation. So, after an extra arduous spanking, paddling and strapping session, they decided to teach her a lesson ( that familiar phrase again ) by driving her ten miles out of town dumping her on the highway stark naked. Denise had to hitch hike home that evening and found that if you give a boy a blow job, he's quite happy to drive miles out of his way.
"Nine! thank you, Sir."
She had left college with a degree and a good understanding of what she wanted to do in life. Denise scanned the pages of a kinky match making magazine and soon found an ad which read: " Strict couple seek young, submissive girl as live-in house guest. She must be willing to do as she's told and submit to discipline at need." She wrote back and within a week found herself in a strange town and engaging in even stranger acts and rituals.
At first she wore a sexy maid's outfit but soon a variety of costumes were provided and Denise was encouraged to take on the roles these outfits suggested. So she fit into the roles as easily as she donned the garb. So exciting and submissive did they find her, that the husband introduced her to XXX Adult Video, Inc. and her career took off.
"Ten! thank you, Sir." And now he scene was almost over and Denise rose from the desk on command from Mr. Strapp and she prepared for her final lines.
Professor Strapp turned her aching and butt-sore body about so she faced him. Denise watched as he opened his ceremonial gown and the lens saw he was sporting a gigantic hard on. Denise descended to her knees and looked up at her teacher, smiled and said her last line, " Sir, may I thank you properly now?"
He nodded and she proceeded to give him a blow job. The crew were glad the scene was coming to an end because it was obvious this was going to be one of those overtime fuck-fests and Denise the Piece would have seven men to help satisfy her. She would be gang banged again. When would that girl learn her lesson?