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Can She Rise To The Challenge (google and skittish_butterfly)

Standing under the harsh glare of his smirking appraisal in nothing but her underpants, bra and flats, Katherine felt distinctly uncomfortable. Nevertheless she managed to hold still, to hide and stifle her embarrassment, not wanting to give him the advantage of any more shows of weakness. Instead she tried to slow the racing thoughts in her mind so she could think clearly again. She tried to focus on his last words spoken to her as he got up from his seat to watch her undress -- even thinking that sentence made her shudder, and she quickly worked to shut that down too.t

As much as he'd seen right through her exit strategy and never let her even get close to the door, he also seemed to understand her predicament, sounding almost -- almost -- sympathetic. Katherine knew it would be a huge mistake to think he might show her any kind of mercy, just because he realized she was "in over her head." The rest of what he'd said gave her the clue to where those token words of empathy were coming from, and maybe a clue to a small chink in his own armor. If she knew what he wanted, then she might find ways to use that against him, as he'd clearly done to her.

She had been assuming, erroneously it seems, that his interest in this -- how did he call it? -- arrangement, was to shut down her criticism and shield his profit centers from any moral accountability. It seemed obvious at the time. But he came out and said that might not be the whole story. What could it mean that he was more interested in getting her to "love submission" than getting her to quit? She pondered that as his smirk grew even more irritating and he didn't even bother trying to hide the way his eyes openly molested her body, roaming from breast to belly to hips to thighs and then back around again, smirk growing all the more.

Katherine refused to react to his crudeness, bit her lower lip to keep the nasty words perched on her tongue from bursting out at him. Again, she forced herself to focus on his words, on ideas, to pull her head out of the disgusting physical realm he seemed intent on dragging her into. Getting her to love submission. Even more than getting her to quit? His whole goal in the challenge was to save his company from shutting down, save the charity money, and stop the criticism against him. But if she didn't quit... It could mean he was confident if she saw the girls here, got to know them, maybe experienced a light sampler of some of what they did, that she would come around to his point of view that women submitting to men was normal and acceptable, to somehow... "love" the idea. Maybe he thought she would give up her victory demands if she somehow learned to appreciate him and his lifestyle during the challenge itself. If he thought that, he had to be even dumber than he was arrogant. And he wasn't dumb. But he was arrogant. How many girls had he warped and twisted and degraded, only to have them come back for more, all for the sake of a few dollars? Maybe he was so used to it he couldn't imagine a girl like her, who wasn't like all those others.

She filed that away for further study. It was hard for her to make the leap to finding some sort of strategic use of this new understanding while standing in front of him practically naked. And he was finally getting to the point, hopefully checking off her "physical exam" box as "passed" and ending the day.

But no, of course not. He was still behind the desk at least, but it was as if his eyes could reach across the desk and touch her in the most lewd places in ways that made her want to slap him. He'd probably count that as one of her "quit" points, and she didn't want him to have the satisfaction of getting her to resort to violence like he probably did to solve problems. But as he talked about her panties and bra, the color and sexual implication, she had to grip the edge of his desk with her right hand to stay calm. And as he repeated his insistence she strip all the way for him -- "every inch" -- it took both hands white knuckling on the desk's edge to keep from losing her cool.

"Look, I'm not quitting, all right? I'm not giving YOU the easy way out EITHER!" He seemed to think he could just treat her obnoxiously like this a few times and the whole mess would go away. Well it wasn't going to. He'd gotten himself into some hot water he wasn't ready for either, and she hoped it scalded him!

An idea! She didn't know where it came from, but pieces fell together suddenly. "Virginal? That's so important to you men isn't it? Have to get the girls while they're still pure, unsullied by the touch of another. Have to control the breeding stock don't you? Well I'm sorry to disappoint you if you thought your money was going to buy you a fun time with a virgin. I'm not. Hear that? I'm not!" Only two partners back in high school and both experiences left her convinced the sex bit was way overrated and the good part was the relationship and togetherness. Nice boys, helpful boys. But sex? Eh. He didn't have to hear that though. As far as he was concerned, she could be the Holy Whore of Babylon. "So. You want me to strip do you? Well, it doesn't bother me! I'm no shy virgin, waiting for your touch to "educate" me in the ways of sex. Been there, done that."

It was probably the hardest thing she ever did, but Katherine kept her eyes defiantly locked on his as she managed to unclasp her bra without looking too awkward in the process and let it slip from her shoulders and fall on the tops of her flats. She didn't move, didn't look away, didn't cover her small exposed b-cups or even move her foot to get the fallen bra out of the way. Katherine just stood, hopefully looking... brazen.

Then she immediately raised the bar for "hardest thing she ever did" by hooking her thumbs in the band of her panties. Biting her lip helped keep the jitters down, and she forced herself to do it without hesitation, no hint of shyness -- let him think his filthy money wasn't getting him the cute virgin he seemed to have expected. Don't be shy, don't be shy, don't be shy, she recited in her mind to stem the rising tide, and then slipped the panties down over her hips until they fluttered down the rest of the way along her legs and fell at her ankles with the bra. Her nakedness was exposed now. He probably didn't know or care about her shoes which were still on. His eyes could gaze at the magic triangle between her legs that seemed to transfix men, at least the straight ones. He'd find her unshaven, a little trimmed from a vanity she now regretted a little, not wanting to look like a wild beast when she went swimming. But she wasn't the bare mounded little girl he and his kind craved, not a shaved toy totally exposed for him to play with.

"So, this is it. Happy now?" It was so, so hard not to move an arm in front of her breasts and another to shield the view he had between her legs, but her fingers were back to gripping the edge of the desk, and she tried to think of herself as a rough old New York whore, play the role if it would work, glaring back at him. See if he wants this half so much now!
 
Micheal didn't feel even the least bit of pity or sympathy for Katherine, she had entered into this situation of her own free will, she had chosen to draw his attention through her with her little public challenge in the Public Discussion that he had attended in good faith, looking to perhaps open the minds of a few people and show them a different way of looking at things which may not have occurred to them. If she had not been so rude to him then he would have easily been able to just over look her, taking note only of a beauty near the front row before moving onto whichever sorority girl asked him if she might be able to see him about appearing in a movie... her attempt to make a name for herself and gain someones approval had gotten her in the trouble she now found herself in and Micheal was going to enjoy reminding her of that repeatedly. Of course where before he had wanted to illuminate the masses he was now pleased to have the chance to illuminate one quite uninformed and uneducated young lady.

Her little outburst about how she wasn't giving him the easy way out only made Micheal grin in triumph, the little outburst was of course filed away as something that she would be chastised for later on and before he was able to inform her how much he was going to enjoy doing things the hard way came a far more interesting outburst on the nature of male desire to be with a virgin. She showed a bit of understanding there, perhaps having figured out that men wanted conquest, they wanted to enjoy what no other had ever experienced and claim it for their own. Of course her view on this was a little simplistic if she thought that just having sex was just enough to ruin her in his eyes.

“Actually I am rather pleased that you aren't a virgin.” Micheal admitted with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “I mean there were be quite a few complications if you were a virgin but I have a feeling that your experiences have been somewhat limited. Now I am going to go out on a limb here and venture a guess, but I suspect that your first time was with an upstanding young man that your father would probably approve of... I see a football player, varsity but not captain, with a solid academic record, probably in your senior year of high school. You stayed with him for a few months and when the school year ended you called it a mutual thing, but in truth you were happy to see if come to the inevitable end... and now you are with a bland young man who can likely be best described as nice.”

It was a guess from him but one that he considered semi-educated based on what he had observed about her, classical over achiever with the earlier mix of daddy issues and it was for those issues that he was aiming. Maybe she just expected him to be physically abusive or just berate her about her physical appearance but Micheal was more then happy to strike at any perceived weakness. Just let her show that she was uncomfortable with what he was saying, Micheal was paying close at each moment to ensure he wouldn't miss a single detail.

Of course there were far better details coming to light as she reluctantly removed her bra, revealing her well shaped breasts to him before hooking her thumbs in her panties and pushing them down, revealing the rest of her body to him.

Again his eyes moved over her body, slower now and though the lust was clear in his eyes there was more to it there, an analytical aspect as he measured her carefully, taking time to take a careful estimate of her measurements. It was a skill he had picked up and one that he intended to put to use with Katherine, after all he needed to have a good idea of what sizes she would wear when he took her out in latex, leather, and lace. Already a little ensemble for her first night in a fetish club came to mind, to highlight her relative innocence it would be white, tight and clinging to every inch of her leaving little to the imagination, thigh high latex ballet boots, a collar, and perhaps a ball gag or a monoglove just to tie it all together while making her feel as powerless as possible.

“Well I can't say I am disappointed.” He said slowly, moving slowly closer to her, stopping just short of her so that even a deep breath might cause her nipples to brush over the polo-shirt he wore, his eyes locked closely on hers. “Your appearance is adequate but your attitude will need quite a bit of work, today I am being lenient but in the future I will not be even remotely tolerant of your defiant behavior or even reluctance, now please hold still as I can't get this measurement by eye.” Reaching up slowly, brushing the tips of his fingers over her breasts as he did, Micheal gently wrapped his fingers around her neck, tightening slowly until her neck was held snugly, quickly figuring out what the rough size of her neck was and what the proper size for a collar would be.

He held for perhaps a moment longer then was needed, enjoying the feeling of power that he had then and there before he released her and took a small step back. “Now you are almost good to go Katherine, I just have a few things. Before I see you next you will have shaved your cunt and broken off any romantic relationship that you are currently in, the shaving is because I find bare flesh much more responsive to my ministrations and the break up is because I don't feel like having some jealous boyfriend interrupting any of our meetings.” A moments pause to let this sink in, let her think that was all, before he spoke once more. “And finally, before you are dismissed for the day you will kneel before me, unzip my pants, and tenderly kiss my cock, thanking me for the experience.”

Smiling he waited for the objection that would no doubt be following in an instant, ready for her to lash out at him.
 
Katherine stood defiantly, her upturned chin sending him the proud message she would not be bullied around by the likes of him. Of course there was a small part of her that was dying inside to be standing naked in front of a creep like Michael. Her soft panties were still wrapped around her ankles so she wouldn't have to awkwardly bend down to pluck them free or expose herself further by trying to awkwardly step out of them. But she forced herself to hold still, to hold his gaze, to ignore her panties and the overwhelming desire to pull them back up as quickly as she could. Let him see she wasn't what he'd bargained for. Ha!

Michael was up and starting to come around the desk, and his little over-dramatic shrug seemed a little forced, like he was trying to convince her he didn't care she wasn't a virgin. She just wished he'd stay behind his desk, and not come closer with his eyes roaming up and down her body. It was so hard to keep her arms brazenly down at her sides, to show him she didn't care even though in reality she wanted to slap him and then wrap herself in 3 layers of blankets so his eyes wouldn't even see her shape through them. But he just kept coming, slowly, making his way now around the second corner. Katherine turned slowly as he approached, trying to keep meeting his disturbingly penetrating gaze without flinching. Unfortunately her panties, ignored around her ankles still, acted like a primitive and unintended bind around her ankles that made her stumble a bit clumsily as he rounded that final corner to stand face to face with her nudity.

It wasn't how she meant to face him, with his eyes having full access to pretty much every inch of her, her own momentary awkwardness draining a bit of the defiant nobility from her upturned face struggling to stare back at him. She stood so uncomfortably and brushed her dark hair back behind her left ear with one hand just to give it something to do other than betray her by covering herself from his eyes. And his words weren't helping a bit either. How did he know these things about her? Sure she wasn't a virgin, but how did he know she had but the scantest, most disappointing experience possible for a non-virgin?

With each little guess he made she felt her chin lowering just a bit, her shoulders slumping minutely, eyes slightly downcast to his desktop rather than his too-seeing eyes. Upstanding? Check. Football? Check. Second-string varsity tight-end? Check. Honor Roll? Check. Senior Year, just a few months, ending almost immediately after "that" night? Check, and check. Katherine felt the slightest breeze of hope that he didn't really know her at all when he missed something though. Ha! Mutual? Jack was the one who broke up with her, that jerk! But the embarrassing reminder of that breakup, done with Mindy already on his arm with her smug expression, as if he'd already told her about how poorly things had gone between them, it was almost worse than if Michael had just been right. And then he seemed to have nailed Donovan perfectly as well, too. Check, and mate, it felt like.

Katherine felt the heat in her cheeks, praying it was an invisible heat rather than the visible pink shade she hated so much, her body's blushing betrayal something she had never managed to master and get rid of. She glanced back at him briefly, praying he wouldn't be smirking at her. "Well, m-maybe you got a f-few things right, but anybody could make a few lucky g-guesses." But any smirk aside, he didn't even seem to be worried about trying to stare her down anymore. He was too busy eye-raping her nakedness, one eyebrow raised just a teeny bit like he was appraising a side of beef at auction. His gaze lingered so very inappropriately in all the inappropriate places, and she couldn't help shivering once or twice, certain she knew the kind of depraved things he must be imagining as he looked at her.

She tried to keep her arms down still, to show him she wasn't the blushing virgin he wanted, but it was so much harder now that he had her blushing, and now that he clearly seemed not to be disturbed by the fact he was only the second or third to tread this territory, depending on how you counted a few minor experiences with Don. One hand had released its white-knuckle grip on the desktop when she'd stumbled while turning to face him, and now the other came free as well with a mind of it's own, her arms rising to cover herself from his eyes despite the brilliance of her plan to make him not want her body by flaunting her sexuality as if it were a well-used chew toy.

He came even closer, and now with her arms protectively in front of her still even as his eyes returned to her own, Katherine stumbled again, instinctively trying and failing to back away from his slow approach. Michael didn't stop until he was standing over her, right next to her, so much closer than he needed to be, so much closer than he had any right to be. Katherine's eyes wavered between peering up into his eyes looking down at her, and staring straight into his strong chin, but neither made her feel the least bit better. She suddenly felt so small standing in front of him, naked and exposed in front of his desk.

His half-compliment, that he wasn't disappointed at least, that she was adequate but with an attitude needing work, was no salve to the wounds her pride and dignity were feeling. A weird mix of reactions were all swimming around together inside of her, none feeling exactly right to her, not that she could figure out what could possibly feel like a "right" reaction to such an awful situation. Katherine wished it weren't so but there was a part of her that was almost insulted he didn't compare her favorably to the other skanks he traipsed in and out of this place, didn't sing the praises of how pretty she was as his eyes had seemed to think just a second ago. And as he kept talking down to her about how he had been "lenient" with her so far and that her "defiant behavior" and "reluctance" wouldn't be "tolerated" left Katherine wishing she'd worn her highest heels so she wouldn't feel so much like a little girl in front of the headmaster or chiding father, even if the heels would make her that much more the naked whore standing in front of him -- that was her plan after all wasn't it? Katherine didn't know what her plan was anymore, didn't even have one at this point. She couldn't even keep her eyes at his chin any longer, found them lowering to one of the shirt buttons in the middle of his broad chest instead, as if she were somehow fascinated by it.

It was his hands, rising up and grazing her breast with his fingertips despite her attempt to shield herself that roused her from the horrible feeling of surrender that was washing over her. Katherine looked up, shocked as his hand touched her and then rose further to her throat, both hands starting to wrap around her. What the hell?! Was he just some perverted killer masquerading as a garden variety pervert to lure her in? Her hands fluttered from their positions hiding her nakedness from him and shot up defensively to her throat too as his grip tightened, not quite choking her but in total control, like he could snuff her out in a second if he chose. She couldn't move away from him an inch if she wanted to with his hands firmly around her throat and her ankles still awkwardly tangled in her own panties. Her small hands rose to his wrists, one on each, and the muscles of his arms felt so strong under her touch, like there was no way she could do anything to stop him if she tried, but there was no way she would give in to this without a fight either.

He stopped there, however, just holding her, looking at her strangely like he was just taking her measure. She held still, just short of trying to knee him in the balls or step on his instep and all of the other things she'd been told to do but never really tried, especially without a can of pepper spray easily at hand. Her fingers stayed lightly on his tense forearms, her eyes flitting back and forth to his eyes and his arms, praying he wasn't going to kill her. She wanted to scream at him, scream for help, but she couldn't shake the feeling he could just choke away any noise she made, and it was better not to dare him to do it. The moment stretched on, her nudity forgotten for the moment.

Finally he released, and it was a miracle she didn't cry right then and there. Katherine was shaking slightly, her lower lip trembling a little and she couldn't quite stop it, so she didn't want to speak just yet, to try to chew him out while sounding like a scared kid. He went on talking as if nothing had happened. The fact he said she could almost leave scarcely registered as she focused on keeping her wobbly legs from folding, but his further audacious demands managed to break through. Shave herself like some cheap harlot? Break up with Donovan? The thought flitted through her head that she wouldn't exactly miss Don if they broke up, especially after the way Michael had just described him moments before, but breaking up with a boyfriend just because this sleaze demanded it was ridiculous and insulting.

The straw that broke the camel's back though was the bit he expected from her before she could be "dismissed" -- he couldn't just say she would leave, no, the bastard had to make it sound like she was the little school girl again, being "dismissed" -- she would have to kneel, and, and... and open his pants and... kiss him. And thank him. It was a struggle even to think about what he'd demanded, her disgust for him grew so intense she couldn't restrain it anymore.

Her hands, now free from his choke-hold, did not return to hide herself from his eyes. She began poking him in the chest and waving a finger in the air as she ranted. He had pushed her too far this time. "I will meet your challenge, but I will have you know that does not make me your cheap shaved whore! I'm not like those other girls you insist on making look like young girls, objectifying their sexuality by stripping any cover from it! Just so you'll find them that little bit prettier." She made no mention of the fact she already kept herself a little bit trimmed for those times she went swimming. That was her business, done for her own reasons, so she would feel pretty in her OWN eyes, not HIS! And it wasn't his business anyway.

"And break up with Don? Why I'd sooner... I'd sooner... well I certainly don't think you're the one I'd be turning to for romantic advice now, would I? How many successful relationships do you have, huh? When a relationship gets in the way of your pornographic needs, it just has to go?" Why couldn't she shake the thought of being free from Don? Let it go, Katherine, let it go. It's what he wants so he can't have it! "But I'll be damned if I'm going to thank you for what you are doing to me! I agreed I would meet this challenge, going through what the other girls do and showing you I wouldn't break. Well I won't break, I won't thank you for it!" Strangely, it was the thought of thanking him from down on her knees that rankled her, not the kiss, but that was no matter to worry about for the moment. "So if you don't mind, I believe I have complied -- MORE than complied -- with all of your REASONABLE requests, and it's time for me to go now!" Oh how she wanted him to step back so she could bend down for her panties without having his crotch right there in her face!
 
The stuttering response she gave to his thought out guess about her previous relationships and experiences only served to let Micheal know just how close he was to the mark. It might not be a quite perfect bullseye but in truth he knew that he had to be within inches of what he had been aiming at. It really wasn't hard to figure that sort of thing out when you had been on the other side of the equation once upon a time, it was easy to see the sort of girl that dated the nice and respectable young man when you had once been the sort of guy that nice and ambitious young women dated until they felt like they needed to broaden their horizons and experiment a little while they still had the chance. For a moment that train of thought made his jaw tighten before he forced himself to relax with a slight exhalation, it was that same whore who had set him on the path to be the man that he was now, if not for her setting him down this road he might have married her, might have stuck to the path that his parents wanted before blowing off their dreams of him entering the military as an officer and instead follow his dream of being a writer... for a moment though Micheal was forced to confront the fact that Katherine seemed to represent the one that hadn't just gotten away, but had driven him away... it was a chance for him to enjoy a bit of revenge by proxy.

Hell it had even crossed into his mind that he enjoyed having his hands around her neck, he would enjoy doing the same again when his cock was buried deep within her, watching her turn red and gasp for breath before he released her just as he enjoyed his own climax and that sudden deep breath of air forced her over the edge into an earth shattering orgasm. The way she gripped his arms only made it more enjoyable for him, a highlight of just how much more powerful he was then her, how easily he could carry on without difficulty, how she wouldn't be able to stop him no matter how much she struggled. Seeing her knees shake for a moment when he released her was just the icing on the cake though, let her realize just how much trouble she was in, another realization for her just how over her head she was finding herself.

For a moment he feared he might have even broken her as she looked so skittish, like a deer in the headlights as he gave her the instructions that followed but then she seemed to stand a little straighter, a fire igniting in her eyes. That was what he had wanted from her, he had hoped she might just obey him but knowing that she wasn't just going to give in made it all the better. He had mentioned that he was lenient with her but she was giving him just the excuse that he wanted to be significantly less lenient, to punish her for the very same defiance that he had warned her about.

Her let her rave at him about not wanting to shave like a cheap whore, ground his teeth at her commenting on his relationships because she had managed to find a nerve there, and of course going on about how she was complying but felt that it was already enough. The fire in her eyes was met with an icy stare from his own, anger clearly there but held in tight control, she wasn't just going to get away with what she had said... he might have even been willing to play nice had she not questioned his relationships but she had made that mistake and now she was about to regret it.

“You are nothing more then a petulant child.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, a clear sign to Katherine that she might want to just forget about her panties, gather up her clothing, and try to leave the room as quickly as she could, worrying about dressing when she was at least out of his immediate reach. “You have been allowed to behavior however you liked for far to long and never learned how to behave properly.”

His left hand shot up quick as a striking snake, tangling tight in her hair near the scalp, a grip that she wouldn't be getting away from without loosing a chunk of that hair in the process, that hand twisting to force her to look further up, stepping in and pressing against her while staring down at her. “Now I am going to teach you a little lesson Katherine, this lesson can end whenever you like, either use your safe word or ask for permission to worship my cock.”

Now he had no interest in letting her off easily and Micheal moved back towards his desk, pulling her along by his grip on her hair until he sat on the desk and pulled her so that she lay across her lap, no doubt able to feel the swell of his arousal against her stomach. “Just remember Katherine, this continues until you think it should end.” He remarked before quickly bringing his right hand down on her shapely ass, palm open to deliver a harsh slap that echoed through the room, a sound that caused his cock to twitch beneath her.

There was a moments pause, a chance for her to react to the blow, he suspected she was new to this sort of thing. “Maybe if your father had taken a little time to do this you wouldn't be in this situation.” He remarked, another educated guess before the next blow landing, followed by several more in quick succession, his large hand rising and falling, making sure to give her entire rear equal treatment.
 
Of course Michael was too thick to know how to yield gracefully. Katherine HAD done what he asked, at least until now. She'd even let him stand there, gawking at her slender body like she was some kind of office stripper. That was enough. But he was so immature about not getting his way he called her a petulant child! That really bothered her, almost as much as standing there in front of him still with nothing but her arms to shield herself, and she came so close to telling him that she wasn't, that HE was the petulant child. She stopped herself, though, realizing just in time that is exactly what a petulant child would say, and there was no way she was going to let him have that to use against her too. So she stayed quiet, showing him she was the bigger person, the more mature person even though he was practically, what, twice her age?

She let him talk, let him betray exactly how little self-control he had compared to her, letting him prove how immature HE was. She listened to his little lecture, trying not to flinch like a kid called on the carpet -- he was the kid here, not her. But his lecture was shockingly short, just a little bit about being allowed to behave this way too long, her eyes already glaring back at him with the realization he meant she was spoiled -- her! -- but then his hand shot like a flash of lightning, almost too quick for her to follow and certainly too fast for her to react and stop him. He had a grip of her hair! Right on top where he held it so tight it hurt!

Katherine's arms naturally shot up, reaching for his wrists, all worry about modesty suddenly out the window as she desperately tried to pry his fingers loose, as if she could somehow free herself from his grip. But there was nothing she could do, she was trapped by the firm tugging pain, her head in his control, and the rest of her body along for the ride. Katherine stumbled out of her panties, almost tripping to the floor and all the pain that would have caused her scalp, but her grip on his wrists helped keep her up, keep her head exactly where he wanted it so it didn't hurt any more than necessary. She was gasping and cursing at him, lashing out at him and missing with one foot so hard her sandal flew off. Fears of confirming his 'petulant child' accusations were forgotten as she did what came by instinct, complaining and resisting and yelling at him to stop, but he just sort of twisted the way he was pulling, making her look up in his eyes now with all the heat she could muster. He stepped closer, so close she couldn't even kick at him now, right in her face, and the combination of it all made her suddenly realize how helpless she felt, how she hated it.

Michael's lecture finally continued, but Katherine hated how now it was all on his terms, how he had her whimpering and stumbling and blinking back tears, indeed like a petulant child and helpless to stop herself. Safe word or his cock. Wait, did he say permission? "Permission? You... you... asshole!" She couldn't stop herself now. He'd left her with no self-control, no luxury of time to consider her words and actions, no options to weight. Katherine just lashed out, her emotions just boiling out, pure and exposed, worse than her worst period. "Teach me a lesson? You..." But he cut off her protests, making her stumble along with little yelps of pain as he dragged her along by the hair to the side of the desk.

He was sitting down on the side now, still dressed while she was naked, totally relaxed while she was trapped in his painful grip. It was so unfair! What kind of challenge was this, with the whole deck stacked in his favor? The painful taut pull in her hair tightened and jerked, holding her head still so she was bent over, staring at his pants, like he wanted to make sure she knew she was lower than him. Well, she wasn't. No, it was his cock, his crotch, that must be hit. Katherine yelped in pain as he started tugging her closer to his lap, and she brought one hand from his strong wrist and put it on his thigh, trying to push back, to keep him from tugging her mouth right to his cock. She wouldn't do it, not if he wanted it. She would show him.

But his pulled her right past that spot, her arm on his leg accomplishing nothing except getting a sense of how muscular his thighs were. he kept pulling and before Katherine quite realized where this awkward little shuffle step was taking her she was stretched out, face down across his lap on the edge of the desk. Katherine could feel his cock now against her bare belly, its thickness pressing against her thought the expensive fabric of his trousers. She squirmed and twisted and tried to get away from the disgusting thing, but his hand stayed in her hair, making agonizingly sure she stayed put.

It wouldn't be Michael without some words to make any situation worse. It was going to continue until she thought it should end? Ha! Did he think just holding her down naked over his lap, over his cock, and pulling her hair a little was going to get her to use her safe word? He did not realize who he was dealing...

There was a sharp slapping sound and a stinging jolt on her naked bottom. Katherine yelped in pain, utterly shocked and outraged. The bastard spanked her! She could feel the sting even now, yes, he'd actually spanked her! Never in her life... it was just... this was so wrong, she didn't deserve it! He talked more about how her father should have treated her this way, blah, blah, blah, like she was some spoiled brat -- what did he know! She could feel his cock twitching, getting thicker under her as if he was getting off on saying such horrible things to her, or the joy of hurting her. "You disgust me you sick freak! You get off on..." Another stinging smack, shutting her up except for a little cry of pain, both hands now flying back and fluttering around trying to find his palm and stop him, to guess where he was going to strike next and stop him. But her hands were useless, and he smacked her with another sharp crack, and then another, and another as he made her whole bottom burn with stinging pain and intense shame at what she was putting up with. From him.

She wouldn't let him hear her sob, no way, but the tears were starting to well up in her eyes -- not from the pain, no, she was a big girl, hadn't cried from pain in... a long time, she was sure, but just from how wrong this all was, from being helpless, from being held down and treated this way and having him lecture at her like that. But she blinked back the tear and tried to turn her head enough in his tight grip to at least peer back and see his striking hand, hoping maybe that would be enough for her to grab him with her own hands and force him to stop. "You think you're just going to spank me until I use up a safe word? Owwww! Is that it? No way, no way... owwww!!! Stop!!! Stop!!! Oww, I won't!!! Owwww STOP!! Please!" How long was he going to spank her? How much did he think he could hurt her? How much could she take?
 
Micheal was well aware of the fact that Katherine had very little control over the words that were coming from her mouth, his hand wrapped in her hair was no doubt causing her a fair amount of discomfort and she really couldn't do much about it. Just like with his hands around her neck she could try to struggle and fight for as long as she might like it, he would easily be able to hold onto her without any difficulty and in truth it was more likely that she would loose some of her scalp before he lost hold of her hair, and while the shorter cut she had might suit her very nicely he doubted she would be bold enough to cut it in a way that would conceal what would happen when a chunk of it was missing entirely.

Still he didn't doubt that she might just struggle so much that she managed to do just what he wanted to keep from happening. Especially once his open palm began to fall upon her ass and she screamed in pain. Knowing he had to be careful about how he was handling her Micheal shifted his grip from her hair to the back of her neck without giving her more then a split second in which to react, a tight squeeze to let her know just how firmly he had her and pressing down firmly in order to ensure that she was unable to stand up and put up a greater fight.

For all of her screaming which did irritate Micheal quite, Katherine did manage to find a single point where she was right... Micheal was enjoying himself quite a bit, his hand rising and falling over and over again and with a grin on his face, he couldn't remember the last time that he had enjoyed such a simple pleasure so much. Perhaps it was because he got from Katherine what so many young women faked, she was miserable right then and there, she was in pain, and she was humiliated. This was just how Micheal wanted her, it was just the start of course but from this simple start so much would soon come and as Katherine begged him to stop Micheal's open palm slowed its rapid assault over her well shaped and now red shaded rear, his palm coming to a rest against the flesh that was radiating warmth right that moment.

“I could keep this up until you used that simple little word.” He mused with a smile, fingers curling softly against her neck as though she were a kitten that had curled up in his lap and was getting rubbed on a lazy day. “But lets be honest, I would be disappointed if our arrangement ended tonight and I know that you want to think you had a fighting chance up until the very moment you learn to enjoy your submission.” His hand on her neck was not the only one in motion, on her rear his right hand slowly and gently rubbed at the abused flesh, slowly spreading those inflamed cheeks until he was able to see a glimpse of the cunt that was so unused, the tips of his fingers lightly rubbing over those delicate lips. “Now I will release you, I promise I will, but before that happens you must chose to either use your safe word or beg for permission to kiss my cock... of course had you done so earlier I would have accepted a peck on the tip but now I want a slow lingering affair, one that is only complete once you have it nice and glistening.”

To highlight how much he would enjoy things going either way Micheal raised his hand from her rear again, letting his float just a few inches from the flesh that still radiated with the warmth of the many blows he had rained upon her bottom.
 
Katherine's bottom was on fire in a way she'd never experienced in her life, and with his fist in her hair and scarcely able even to look back at the creep abusing her, there wasn't much she could do about it. All the twisting and squirming in his lap trying to get out did her no good, and just seemed to make him even more disgustingly hard against her belly. She didn't think she was screaming, thought of herself as the stoic sort who was able to roll with life's challenges, but life rarely paddled her stinging hot bottom over and over the way Michael was doing. Of course she yelled out, demanded he stop, cursed him for a worthless cruel misogynist, to which he offered no defense other than more cracks of his palm. How was his palm not hurting?

She was kicking her legs back and forth as it got even worse, getting harder to take, and he suddenly released her hair. Katherine immediately tried to rear up but his hand just gripped her by the neck and forced her face back, all but making her stare down at the floor in a rather degrading way while he gave her just a few more smacks.

Her bottom had to be redder than a fire alarm when his hand finally stopped, and she sucked in a ragged breath as he rested it on one particularly injured spot, starting to stroke her as if her bottom belonged to him, a little toy he could play with as he pleased. The thought of it disgusted her even more, and yet as she stared down at the floor, seeing just the sides of his fancy shoes, she hated how there was some truth to that.

It took a moment to feel the subtle motion of his palm through the blazing heat he'd laid on her, gentle now and stroking her. It didn't fool her though. He must certainly no how uncomfortable the touch was, and how it repulsed her for him to touch her. Her hands reached back, trying to knock his stroking hand away as he talked down to her again, but without any real success except to annoy him as he brushed her away too easily.

She lay quietly, trying to catch her breath, hoping it was finally over, that he would let her limp out of here and somehow sit in her car to drive home -- how she would do that with her bottom in so much pain she couldn't imagine right now. But if he was going to let her off the hook it wasn't going to be right away. He wanted to twist the dagger in her a little more, reminding her of the choice between using up one of her magic words, and begging permission to kiss his cock like it was something she actually wanted to do.

Of course there was no way she could do either. Katherine was sure she would puke before she let his cock touch her lips. And the word? Leaving her with only two more after just the first day of what was starting to look like six horrible months? Especially hard to consider since it would waste the investment in everything she'd gone through already. If she was going to use the word, it was monumentally stupid not to just use it right away. No, she had to stay the course. There HAD to be another way.

Katherine thought furiously as he at least had the good graces to finally stop stroking her bottom like she was some whore being prepared for a.... Oh dear. He was so hard. All the touching, the accidental little ways he'd just strayed and brushed against sensitive spots he wasn't supposed to -- knowing full well she couldn't do anything to stop it! -- was he going to? No! He couldn't. She had to stop him. Think! Dammit think girl! Show him she wasn't just another body to fuck, but a mind too. Or whatever.

"Wait wait wait, before you do anything else..." She paused, tensing in case he was going to hit her again, or worse. But he didn't do anything yet at least, probably expecting her to use her word. Her bottom sure her bad enough, her voice hoarse enough from the screaming and her legs and arms and back muscles all weary from struggling against him. But she wouldn't. She wasn't stupid enough to waste one now. "I... you need to know..." If he was going to.... well, treat her like a whore, if that's really what he planned, why he was checking her like that, to see whether she was responding... sexually... -- she prayed she wasn't -- she had to give him a reason not to. "You just better know, before you do anything else. I'm not some whore. I'm not on the pill, you understand? So... so... just keep it to your... your s-stupid spanking business and get it over with so I can go home." She didn't know how much more she could stand of it but hopefully he'd get bored pretty soon, just spanking her again and again, the same thing over and over. Yeah, bored. She just had to wait him out, if her bottom didn't fall off first. At least she'd stopped him short of anything worse.
 
At first his fingers had just been moving almost at random, practically instinct drawing his fingers towards her cunt to tease her rather then any real urge to press his fingers up into her. It was only when her hands moved back and attempted to stop him that it really caught his attention. She really didn't want his fingers anywhere near there, of course it could be just because she hated him and everything he stood for but was it possible that she feared he might be able to draw a response from her body... maybe even against her will. “You aren't on the pill because you aren't a whore?” He asked slowly as if struggling to follow her reasoning in that statement. “You know you really have a messed up sense of values, right now you are laying across the lap of a man who has more then a decade of you, that heart shaped ass of yours stuck up in the ass for his viewing pleasure, and yet you seem to think that what separates you from a whore is a little birth control?”

He let that sink in for a moment, continuing to lightly run his fingers over her while his palm squeezed the firm curve of her ass, knowing just how uncomfortable this must be making her but enjoying each and every moment of it. The more she fought, struggled and protested the more Micheal enjoyed himself and not just because her flat abs provided a rather enjoyable stimulation for his cock, honestly he was tempted to pin her down and fuck her then but this had to be taken slowly, to just thrust his cock up into her right then and there wasn't part of the plan. She had to be made aware just how little he thought of her, how little control she had over the proceedings.

“Well it doesn't matter if you aren't in the pill, it might be amusing to breed, to bury my cock deep within you and fill your fertile little cunt with my seed.” His fingers pressed harder against her as he spoke those words, tormenting her with the thought that he might try to impregnate her. If she thought that he intended to do that then she really thought too little of him, while it would no doubt be immensely enjoyable to see her body swell as his child grew... the complications would be far to much. Given what his career of choice was Micheal always made sure that there was a supply of 'Plan B' on hand in the studio at all times... but Micheal wanted to push the cruelty a little further, to terrify her as best he could.

His fingers slowly slid away from her cunt, though for a moment he had wondered if he had felt the first hints of moisture but following a different path to her degradation. Without even a hint of the gentle manner there had been a moment ago he gripped her ass, pulling it wide open to give him a full view of her anus, middle finger pressing against that puckered hole with just enough pressure to make it twitch, let her think that he was about to penetrate her in a way that would no doubt make her feel ill. “There are other ways I could enjoy your body though, a way that has no chance at all of impregnating you...” He paused as though considering it, knowing in truth though that if he were to just fuck her ass right then and there with no preparation it could end up hurting her quite a bit, and leaving her injured wasn't on the agenda.

While he watched her carefully, roughly lifting and twisting her head so he could look in her eyes and see her reaction, Micheal pulled her legs open and delivered a quick stinging slap to her cunt, fingers slapping over her clit and before she could press her legs closed his hand was thrust between her thighs, resting on the newest abused portion of her flesh. “Now Katherine, this can carry on until I get bored, and given how hard my cock is that could take quite a while. So you can either give in to what I want and kiss my fucking cock, or you can spend the rest of your night just where you are.” There wasn't going to be an easy way out for her in this case, he had given her the chance to do this the easy way and she had refused.
 
Still feeling the spanking very clearly, Katherine found herself grumbling at his offensive running commentary now more than outright rebelling at every rude thing he said. It irked her the way he described her bottom -- her "ass" as he always had to put it so crudely -- calling it heart-shaped, as if she was supposed to get down on her knees and thank him for that too, thank him for getting hard from looking at her body. But she kept it mostly to herself, since she was realizing common sense or decency wasn't exactly going to change him, and it would probably just get her bottom in even hotter water. Better to save her energy and her resistance for the important things, and that he found her ass attractive just didn't merit loud complaint at this point.

His mockery of the fact she wasn't on birth control, though, and the way he implied she somehow wasn't so far from being a whore, that definitely merited fighting back. She just didn't know what to say, how to refute it, with her ass indeed naked and burning red and stuck up right in his face, letting him fondle her and stroke now and then even to touch her soft folds. In a way that she despised, made her feel unworthy of the family name, it did make her feel like a whore, the way she was letting him treat her. She wasn't even kicking any more, too weary from the exhausting struggle as he'd spanked her, laying now almost limp and spent across his lap, hurting and breathing hard and somewhat damp from her exertions. Even keeping her arms raised up behind her, flailing around trying to stop him, was growing to be too much of an effort as it wasn't doing her any good anyway. She groaned with shame as her arms gave up the fight, slowly settling down to the floor in front of her eyes and resting, one hand against his shoe ready for action hopefully if she needed it.

And once again, despite being just as concerned about "breeding" her as she'd expected, he once again nimbly sidestepped her obstacles, like it didn't bother him at all. Katherine didn't like the way he talked about filling her with his seed even as he rejected the idea, gasping in shock at his sudden firm touch insistent between her legs in a way he hadn't been until then. It made Katherine regret provoking him, like everything she did to try to control or influence in any way the course he set in front of her only made things worse, every time she opened her mouth it just got her in more trouble. So against every instinct, she tried something different, just laying quiet and letting him say such depraved things about her, pretending to herself none of it really mattered, that he was speaking about some theoretical girl, one of his whores, not the real her, not the real Katherine.

Thankfully, it seemed like her quiet acceptance of his lewd comments seemed to satisfy him and he actually took his fingers away from between her legs, like maybe having made his theoretical point and seen her at least seem to accept it, he didn't need to put it into practice. She couldn't help it but Katherine found her mind spending a lot of time doing instinctive calculations, weighing costs and benefits, the price of every thing she said and everything she did in his presence. Maybe just keeping quiet was better, maybe it was better to save her well reasoned objections for emails or on-campus speeches. Just get through this quietly, with no one having to witness her shame, not prodding him into forcing her to use up her magic words and have to yield their public deal. Just get through it.

If only. Katherine suddenly tensed up completely in his lap, her legs kicking behind her, bottom tightening and her head trying to raise up only to be held in place by his grip on the nape of her neck. Only after her body reacted did Katherine recognize how he had moved his fingers, now spreading her painfully red bottom and his finger touching her in a way that was.. just.. wrong. She thrashed and twisted and cursed him again, despite her weary exhaustion, despite the fact it might well get her in worse trouble. Maybe it was because she was upset with herself for having all but pushed him into focusing on her "hole that could not be impregnated" that it bothered her even more than the simple visceral reaction, the shudder even thinking about it would ordinarily cause her.

Was her renewed struggles bothering him? Was it because it was making him harder against her wriggling belly? Katherine didn't know why and he wasn't telling her, but he had a grip of her head again and was forcing her head to the side, pulling enough to twist her neck so she was straining now to look back at him over her slender shoulder, seeing his eyes looking at her. She groaned from the awkward pulling stretch of her neck, and then tried unsuccessfully to squirm from his grip as his other hand pried her legs open. If she could have just kept quiet, let him touch her there, but no she had made it worse, and now this. She sensed it in every fiber of her body, her nervous system starting to learn this pattern he seemed to be teaching her, that when she resisted, when she struggled, she made it worse.

Suddenly there was a painful jolt, a wet smack between her legs right against her soft folds as he held her legs apart and exposed her in something almost like a rodeo grip. Katherine felt like a helpless pretzel twisted across his lap, perversely praying he would just drop her to the floor rather than smack her there. Her whole body was taut from the shock of it, gasping and moaning from the slap he'd given her right on her clip, his fingers snapping her sharply. He followed it up by practically mauling her between her legs, groping and pressing against what he'd just hit. She jerked hard and managed to clamp her legs shut, only to trap his hand right where he wanted it. Her efforts to resist him never made anything better with Michael.

He held her like this, giving her the same lecture yet again, like she was too dumb to understand it, like he had forgotten she went to the same university he had. Maybe she could see why though, as she still hadn't managed to bring herself to act on the lecture, the lavender or lick option.

Katherine felt the tears so close and fought them back. She just couldn't spend the night being treated like this. She would break for sure. If she wasn't going to lose this challenge and face the press to admit he was right -- to read his speech on camera -- she was going to have to give him enough to stop this. She had to do something.

She sniffed and swallowed hard, finding it hard to get her words out around the huge lump of shame lodged in her throat. If she gave to him, maybe he would give to her, let her preserve a little of her dignity, if she had any left. She phrased it carefully, closing her eyes tight even as he stared at her so intensely. "I... Ok, I'm sorry, I should have... I was just... this isn't easy you know.... ohhhh" If he would just stop touching her! "I should have kissed you and kneeled and all that back when you gave me the chance the first time. I know that know. I'm ready to do it, if we can just, sort of, forget all this happened, go back to the beginning and try it again." The thought of unzipping him and giving him a little kiss, and thanking him, especially now that he had done so much worse, it made her insides churn. She really wished her insides would stop churning.
 
Katherine might hate him and everything that he stood for, in fact Micheal was certain that she couldn't stand him but at the same time he knew that she was in a situation that she couldn't even begin to understand at that very moment. All of her hatred for him and what he was doing to him wouldn't get her anywhere, she was a young woman with a body just like any other and Micheal had an extreme amount of practice working with the body of young women. She could fight and squirm all she liked but in the end Micheal knew he would be able get a reaction from her body, if he chose to he was certain that he could have her screaming and arching with an orgasm that left his pants soaked and her limp with exhaustion. His hand between her legs, he could feel the first tentative signs of her body responding, and clamping her legs shut wasn't doing anything at all to stop him, in fact it just trapped his hand there tighter.

Hell he was ready to just slip a finger into her and do just that, his hand still rubbing against her but one finger in particular curling up and starting to press against her slit, feeling the soft hairs tickling his hand in a sensation that was a little unfamiliar to him. It seemed though that she was smart enough to avoid that indignity as she closed her eyes to avoid his gaze, clearly humiliated and not looking forward to what was going to follow. He hadn't expected her to change her mind just yet, to actually say that she was going to do as she had been instructed earlier. Micheal made sure to lock his eyes on her for a while, to look for any sign that she might be considering a little bit of trickery, his finger still perched on the verge of entering her body, twitching softly as he considered letting her go.

He had said that he was going to though and Micheal knew that if he didn't uphold his end of the bargain then things wouldn't be able to continue. She needed to be ready to take him at his word at the earliest opportunity, if he didn't keep his word then she might use that as an excuse to break off their arrangement and so it was with reluctance that Micheal released the back of her neck and slowly withdrew his hand from between her thighs, making sure to run his fingers over her every moment of the experience before it ended, a quick slap delivered to the back of her thighs before he completely released her. He wasn't cruel about the situation, he didn't push her from his lap and to the floor, instead he took a deep breath and leaned back on the desk with both hands behind his back to support his weight as he looked her over carefully with a smirk on his lips, triumph written across every single inch of his face.

“Of course this isn't easy.” He sneered at her, his eyes roaming over her body again, taking in the beauty of her now reddened ass, knowing there would very likely be a good deal of bruising there when she woke up in the morning. “If this were easy then there wouldn't be any point in doing this. I have no doubt that you are going to go home tonight, consider quitting, and then you will find a depth of inner strength you didn't know existed within you.” Oh of course she would find a way, he could see that she was close to quitting right then and there but she was far to proud to make it that easy for him. “Just remember that before I see you tomorrow night you will have broken things off with that upstanding young man and removed any trace of hair below your neck.” Tomorrow was Friday after all, she could object about classes and needing sleep all she wanted but Micheal had something special in mind, with the measurements he had estimated he knew a guy who could throw together the fetish gear that he had pictured her in with just a few hours notice to include a custom made collar. If Micheal was going to show her off in an underground BDSM club then she would need to be dressed for the occasion.
 
Michael kept his hand between her legs even after Katherine had yielded, rubbing and stroking at her a little still between her tightly clamped thighs, his fingers moving ever so slightly like they were seeking out special spots between her legs quite well-known to him even though they'd barely met. He was staring at her, his eyes boring into her, like he was daring her to flinch, testing her to see if she would push him away or betray some hidden agenda, waiting for her to give in. She had figured that part out already. Frontal assaults against his will were doomed, and even stealthy sneak attacks had to be perfectly concealed. She tried to match his eyes' intensity but it was hard with thick fingers toying with her and dipping between her soft folds.

Finally, unable to keep her eyes open any more, needing him to stop his infernal stroking before she made a noise she would regret even more, she blinked, and Michael immediately betrayed his immaturity in spades. It was the look of triumph in his eyes as he loosened his grip on her neck, letting his fingers slowly trail along her smooth skin as he gently and so-very-slowly released her down on to her bare feet. It was the way he smirked and sneered and gloated, like winning some starting contest over a naked girl he had just spanked within an inch of her life was some great victory. Hurray for you Michael, she thought, without even moving her lips lest it upset him again. He was pathetic, but she had to learn to navigate around him, at least until she could come up with a better way of ending this.

Beyond losing the staring contest, it was the look of victory in his eyes and the joy of having gotten the best of her in his skewed smile that got to her. That look, the feeling of having won -- it was supposed to have been hers! Wasn't that her destiny? Was it really possible she'd been put in her family, sent to her prestigious university, and given all her great abilities and opportunities, just to end up here naked on a pornographer's carpet, spanked into contrition and sent home to shave herself? She had to be destined for more, something special.

Katherine nodded, looking at his shoes complacently, accepting it. For the moment, maybe. But this was not her destiny. What happened here this day, this was not how it was ending for her, she vowed that to herself. This was not how she was coming out of this.

Then there was her duty, which she had every intention of fulfilling, keeping her word even if only perfunctorily. But he couldn't just let her get it over with, could he. No. Another one of his stupid lectures, trying to prove he knew her, like knowing a few bimbos on camera made her an expert on women's minds and emotions. Sure he got a few things right. She was definitely going home to figure a way out of this. But she wasn't quitting. If anyone was quitting, it was going to be him. He'd gotten the surprise on her this time, caught her when she wasn't ready for this. Next week it would be different. And she wasn't going to be discovering 'depths of inner strength' -- she knew perfectly well she had them. It was just hard to use them when he was playing the challenge unfair, manipulating her into having to be naked and getting spanked and what-not. She would put it to good use next week, not fighting the little stuff, giving him the little things, the low hanging fruit, to keep him complacent so she could twist him around instead. She knew she could do it, could see how overconfident he was, as if he didn't think he had any weak-spots. Ha! She'd caught a few of them, even under these circumstances, and they would bring him down. Maybe not today, but next week, or maybe the week after.

His last little instructions before finally shutting up so she could get the worst of it over with was, predictably, the infuriating part. "Tomorrow night? But I was just here today! How am I supposed to have time to...." Wait a second Katherine. She took a deep breath. If she kept resisting his every stupid comment and demand, his every demeaning behavior, she was going to end up with no bottom to sit on. String him along a little. Just play for enough time to bring him down. "Well, if I come tomorrow night, that's two nights in a row, so... ok, but would you mind waiting until next week then before I have to come again, so I have time to get caught up and ahead on homework since I can't study when I'm here, and... and to give me time to absorb everything you're... everything you're trying to teach me?" She hoped it wasn't too much. It probably was. Was that a skeptical eyebrow from him? "I don't want to of course, but I just don't want to keep getting spanked so much, you see?" Give him a reason, so it made sense.

But he had repeated the orders about breaking up and the stupid shaving. And she had said nothing. Was she really going to go ahead, especially since he expected it in less than 24 hours? No time to figure a way out. She thought about the breakup Michael demanded. She wasn't fooled. He was a possessive caveman, even of what didn't really belong to him. Still, as she thought about it, a breakup with Don wasn't the worst thing she could imagine. Heck it would save her half an hour a day in conversations on the phone, about the way he felt about her. No, what bothered her most was being told to do it. And it would hurt Don, who really was a nice boy. She could picture him crying when she would tell him. He was in touch with his emotions and she knew he loved her, but it was best really. But this would really hurt him.

It was the degrading shaving she didn't know if she could do. If she had to see Dr. Rice, who'd been her doctor since she was 8 and who talked to her mom all the time, how would she explain it? And what if girls at the gym saw her in the locker room? It would definitely affect her reputation. She would have to change in the car or something. It was going to be a royal pain in the ass, so to speak, but Katherine didn't say anything for now. She would figure that out later. She could still feel quite clearly and painfully on her bottom what could happen if she made a fuss about it now.

She stood there, naked and looking at him, her resolve working overtime not to cover herself as his eyes roamed over her naked flesh, giving her disgusted little goosebumps all over that she couldn't hide. But she held still. The silence stretched on awkwardly, until she realized he must be waiting, waiting for that thing she was supposed to do next.

Katherine swallowed hard and held her breath, like any noise or any unnecessary movement at all would spook her from having to do her awful duty. She crept just a little closer to him on her bare feet, keeping her legs tightly together with every teeny step, watching him only the slightest bit apprehensively to make sure there wouldn't be a hand snaking out to grab her by the hair or spank her for not moving fast enough.

She could not conceal the trembling of her fingers, though, as she reached out for his crotch, fumbling around with her cheeks turning red the whole time. Groping for the little zipper thingy, it had to be there somewhere, feeling him under the material, too ashamed to meet his gaze now, feeling like she was failing a big test, or at least how she imagined that would feel if it ever would have happened to her.

There it was, the stupid zipper. She gave it a tug and it was hard to pull down with him sitting like that on the edge of the desk. She glanced up, not liking the way he looked at her but needing him to straighten up a little. "Could you just..." Then she used her other hand to help and managed finally to open the zipper properly. Then there was the matter of fishing him out. She reached in, fingers still trembling, feeling him through the fabric of underpants which she also had to fumble her way around before she finally touched him. He was big, bigger than her limited experience, but she didn't say anything. He would probably like that too much, knowing male ego the little bit that she did. She managed to get him out of the open zipper, enough that she could see him, the thick head, the shaft with all those veins making it look almost like a well muscled arm. She was supposed to kiss that?

It was sigh of exasperation and resignation, but there was no avoiding it, not if she didn't want more bad stuff. She bent down, lowering her face to his crotch, and planted a little kiss right on the tip, not wanting to go lower and feel that length warm against her face. Just give him a little lip and go. She pulled back and felt like she was going to puke at the moist little feeling teasing her upper lip. Dear God was that from him? It was! It must have come out, he must have gotten all worked up from spanking her and... she shuddered, hoping just that he would think it was a natural feminine reaction to coming into contact with something so "huge." Of course he'd believe that.

She stood up straight and tried to meet his gaze again, to get his "official sign off." Her hand reached up to wipe her lip, trying to make it look just like a little itch so he wouldn't get all touchy in that unpredictable way she was trying to learn to predict. She just wanted her clothes and her cell phone and about an hour of road between the two of them. And a hot bath -- or a shower, so she wouldn't have to feel her flaming rear against the bottom of the tub. "May I go?" She pretended he was like an adviser or important professor to get the exact tone she wanted.
 
What she might think of immaturity at his expression of triumphs Micheal called dedication. He was going out of his way to ensure that he was going to win this little challenge. Arrogance was not a weakness to him, it was an asset that he put to use quite frequently, confidence had gotten him to where he was, confidence was what separated him from the person he had once been, the sort of young man that Katherine would have easily been able to take hold of, if things had gone just a little bit different in his life then he likely would have been married right now, working at a law firm like his parents had wanted, two point five children with the 'nice' young woman he had been seeing in college, house with a white picket fence... the American dream made him was almost enough to make him laugh when he looked at where he was now.

Watching her closely as she climbed from his lap, her movements hesitant as though she feared he might lash out at her without even the slightest warning Micheal looked over her with animal like hunger, she might not be moving fast enough for his liking but rather then actually lashing out at her he instead flexed a little bit, subtle motion intended to frighten her just a little bit rather then actually striking her. The hesitant actions were of course a simple sign of fear from her, he enjoyed knowing that she was scared, enjoyed the power that he had, the real emotions she was displaying rather then the act that he was used to, even an enjoyable act wasn't quite this amazing.

To help her unzip his pants Micheal thrust his hips forward, knowing that it would just end up getting under her skin a little more as she worked to remove his cock, unable to help but smile at her reaction. Ten inches long and almost as think as her wrist he was willing to stake his life on the fact that she had never been face to face with anything remotely comparable. Her shudder, the further hesitancy, he wondered if she was thinking that it would soon be inside of her, using her as a plaything for his further pleasure. Hell even the kiss, a rather chaste and pathetic thing that looked as though it might make her vomit, was quite a good bit of entertainment for him.

As she stood, removed the trace of moisture from her lip, and asked for permission to leave Micheal ignored her for a moment, sitting there without even a cursory attempt to tuck away his cock but instead letting it lay out where she would still be able to see it. Before he even did that or gave her permission to leave he would instead address her objection to seeing him the very next night, chosing to do so in his own time as though clarifying something rather then dealing with an actual problem that she had.

“Actually I intend to have you spend tomorrow night with me and a fair amount of Saturday, likely until early evening.” He told her with a small smile on his face, knowing that she would likely object but finding her comments about needing time to take in his lessons just too funny for a straight face to be kept. “I will of course text you instructions about where to meet me and the time that you are to be there, not a minute late of course, but should you meet my expectations then after you go home on Saturday I will give you six days until you see me again.” He was being more reasonable then she might deserve right now but that wasn't what was important, what did matter was that she would obey him, she would arrive on time, she would wear what he provided for her, and she would be on display for the entire night and actually experience a little more of what he had in mind for her rather then just the taste she had gotten today.

“Now as soon as you thank me for my time you will be dismissed.” IF she wanted to play overly formal then he would be more then happy to oblige her. “You will thank me for the experience each and every time you see me, the more specific you are with the gratitude then the better you will be treated.” The only real reason for that of course was to encourage her to thank him for not only the experience of kissing his cock but also for the spanking, should she fail to be specific enough then in the future he would just tell her specifically what to thank him for.
 
Could Michael ever just do something the easy way? Apparently not. All Katherine needed was for him to say 'you can go now' so she could get her burning butt out of there without having to worry she was making things worse by leaving too soon, just get to a safe place and think things through. But no, of course he had to keep twisting things up, making it complicated. Annoy her.

"The whole night?!! But I have a chem test on Monday and..." She could see his eyebrow just starting to twitch and caught herself before he got fully into that irritating, haughty, dissatisfied face of his that seemed to go along with her hair being pulled out at the roots or her bottom being painted ghastly shades she was afraid to go home and look at in the mirror. "I... well, I'll work something out." Keep it easy, Katherine. Just get out of here. Make him happy if it doesn't hurt you. Forget your pride, remember the prize. She took a deep breath.

"So fine, we'll do a... a sleepover. I'll bring the smores." She would make sure to keep her phone on during class tomorrow. Getting him upset by being late for no reason wasn't worth it. Save it for the big stuff, save it for things that would help her win the challenge or get him out of it. Being late didn't help one bit. Katherine kept her face straight, impassive, as he went on about texting her "instructions", everything he said to her in the imperative, bossing her around. But she took it. She was in no position not to at the moment, still naked, still waiting for permission to leave -- her, Katherine, waiting for permission to leave. She didn't even wait for permission to leave class.

But it wasn't quite over. "Thank you?!" Oh, right. That had been part of the deal. Why couldn't he forget it like she did? Katherine guessed he didn't build a big evil company by being forgetful. "Every time?" It was like each extra thing he said outraged her again, and it took a fresh wave of energy out of her to restrain herself from getting herself into hotter water, to remind her to focus on keeping him happy so long as the price wasn't high. He wanted her to thank him specifically, like for each thing he did. It was insultig, galling, like he was just trying to see if he could provoke her. Well he couldn't. She had herself back under control, her anger and disgust safely hidden away for the time being. She could thank him. It was just words. Just lists of words with "thank you" added in front that cost her nothing as long as she just swallowed her pride first and pretended she had no dignity. If that's what it took, she could act it out. It was like the prayers her mom used to try to make her say before dinner a couple years earlier, "thank you God for this, thank you God for that, thank you God for the other thing. blah blah blah". Just saying it hadn't turned her religious, and just saying a bunch of meaningless thank yous to this idiot didn't mean she was actually grateful for it. It was just words to say, appeasing an idiot.

"Thanks. Thank you, I mean, for the, uh, for the experience." He didn't look that satisfied, so she grimaced and tried harder, putting an annoyed hand on her hip. "And... and... thank you for letting me take off my clothes." She was breathing faster, trying very hard to not let this bother her, but it was hard having to look at his smug face the whole time. Katherine turned to the side and considered a book shelf, like searching for other things to be grateful on the titled spines, ignoring the fact she was just giving him another view of her still naked body. Without turning back to him, "And thank you for... for... for spanking me." It wasn't any easier. It was just hard. Just because she was looking away didn't help, she could still see his face in her mind's eye. She paced, pulling her hair back sharply with her other hand and waving her other like this office was hers and she was giving meaningless dictation to her secretary, "And thank you for pulling my hair," don't stop, just get through it. She let the words just run out before her throat closed up completely, "and thank you for holding me down by my neck. And thank you for making me kiss your..." What to call it? She didn't want to sexualize it. "... for letting me kiss your penis."

She turned to him, her arms now back in front of her, feeling totally vulnerable and intensely aware of her nakedness again after that. Her pacing had brought her about ten feet away from him, and she was certain she was red in the face, feeling miserable, but she did it. He had to let her go now. She could see her clothes just a little step away. "Please, can I go now?" Where did that please come from? Whatever worked. Just get out of here.
 
Further objection from Katherine, more about her classes that she had to study for as though she thought he would really care. She struck him as the compulsive over achiever, always having to get perfect grades. He could just picture her showing up during a professors office hours to argue about an A minus on a term paper and staying there until she got the grades she felt she deserved. Honestly a simple B on a test wouldn't kill her, most people would be understanding if she explained that her grades dipped ever so slightly while she was busy earning a substantial amount of money for a charity in need as well as taking a terrible man out of the pornography business. Hell put that experience into an essay when apply to Harvard and it was a guaranteed way to stand out.

It seemed as though she was smart enough to cut herself off before he needed to comment on her meaningless objections, reminding her that she had of course agreed to the terms. Besides he never said that she wouldn't be allowed to study when she was with him, he might want to see her suffer but he would no be so cruel as to actually put her future school or job prospects in jeopardy. That was a thought he liked, have her strip naked and study or write papers while he stood over her shoulder. More then once he had worked on scenes that revolved around the common student teacher fantasy, no reason he couldn't entertain himself by working a little of that into his fun. “For curiosity sake I would like you to bring a list of the courses you are taking with you tomorrow.” A simple impulse but he wondered how close her course list matched up to what he had once taken, he had taken chemistry his second semester at university but... well it was just for curiosity and perhaps a little insight.

As she thanked him, starting off with the most bland and uninspired thanks she could possibly imagine Micheal merely watched her, waiting for more and as she glanced around the room for for what might be inspiration or what might just be her stalling for time. Whatever she was up to seemed to work though as she soon got more specific in her thanks, Micheal expected a hint of sarcasm in her words but it seemed as though she was working to sound sincere rather then risk angering him, looking away during most of it as though she didn't want to make eye contact. “Call it a cock...” He instructed her when she was finished, not wanting her to speak in such clinical terms but instead finding it more amusing to make her use the more profane terms.

Of course he knew that just thanking him wouldn't make her enjoy what he had done to her. No it was a much simpler thing, to demean her, to humiliate her, to put her through something she hated and make her act as though she had enjoyed it and thank him for it. Just another way to break her down a little bit at a time. As she asked politely for permission to leave Micheal remained silent for a few moments, his eyes locked on hers just to drag things out for a little while, before he spoke again with a dismissive flick of his hand. “You can leave now.” He instructed her as he stood and tucked away his cock, turning away from her and starting to move a few things on his desk back into their proper place after he had accidentally moved them from where they belonged, she had been dismissed and he had no further reason to pay attention to her now, she was leaving because he was done with her for the day rather then because she needed to go somewhere... her time belonged to him now.
 
He made her wait. Of course. Katherine tried to hold his gaze but it was difficult and she ended up cataloging the stuff on his desk: the laptop, some pens, some framed pictures she couldn't see -- X-rated probably. She thought briefly about his insistence he call it a cock. She didn't want to, wanted to find the most clinical term she could for everything between them: gonads, penis, mammaries, and so on. But he wanted it, and it was only a word, she filed it away as another of the easy little things it wasn't worth fighting him on.

Finally he relented. She had waited him out. Or maybe he just got bored staring at her naked body, who the hell knew? She was free. She zipped over to her clothes and shoes with small steps that let her keep her legs together and didn't make her breasts jiggle. She picked them up and then looked from side to side for a private place to change. Suddenly, in her heart she felt free, and the thought of him ogling her even more now was too much. She hustled over to a side door and burst through and shut it, not even asking permission. Her worst fears were that it would be a small storage closet too dark to change in and she'd have to come out anyway still naked and now even more embarrassed. Or that it was a room where she'd find there were really secret cameras filming the whole thing.

Thankfully, for the first time since she'd come into his presence, the worst possible thing didn't happen to her. It was just an executive wash room with clean tiles, gleaming fixtures and even a nice scent. She locked the door before he could barge in. If he was going to get mad at her for changing out of his sight, he could at least wait until she was dressed. Katherine slipped into her clothes, almost shaking with relief. She stared for a moment at her bottom before pulling up her panties, blazing red, with his hand print visible in a couple places. This was insane. It had to stop.

She brushed her hair into place with her fingers and stopped for a deep breath to brace herself to face him one last time, if even just on her way to the exit it made her incredibly nervous. She didn't like being that unsure, that vulnerable.

The door unlocked as she turned the mechanism as quietly as possible, almost hoping to sneak out without his even noticing. Of course he was looking right at her as she stepped out. Katherine expected him to lecture her about knocking or asking or respecting something or other, but he just gave her a look that was sort of like, yeah, that's all true, and its on the account. She probably should have been more unsettled by the look, but she just needed out. She could worry later. Every second she was in his plush office was a second he could call for her to come back.

She fled, hating the feeling, but loving the result as she finally burst through the front door and out into the now dark parking lot. The rest of his office had been deserted. With shaking fingers she unlocked her car. Gingerly, she sat behind the wheel, trying to find an angle she could sit at that would hurt her the least. It hurt for the first few miles, but gradually she got used to it the way bodies get used to things in general. It wasn't that it stopped hurting, just that she was able to see past it, to ignore it.

Her mind spun in circles as she drove the highway back to the University in a daze on autopilot. She wished she could just forget everything that happened, but instead her mind just kept replaying it all with an added sense of dread now as she knew she was going to have to do it again the next day. She prayed her new strategy of keeping him happier would make it easier. And she was starting to get other ideas to as her mind slowly returned to some semblance of order.

She got home and took out her books, but she couldn't concentrate. She could barely even sit to study, in fact, her burning bottom a cosntant excuse to pull her attention away from her studies. She ended up lying on her stomach on the carpet next to her couch with the book open and ignored in front of her, replaying the whole thing, wondering if she could have done anything different, wondering what her failure was.

In the dark, hours later, she woke up, having fallen asleep on the floor over her books. She limped off to bed and slept heavily, and barely made it on time to chemistry, not having studied. She was probably only going to get a B, she just knew it. She would have to talk to the teacher when the exams came back and see if she could arrange some sort of makeup, or maybe an extra credit research assignment. Something.

Her day went too fast. Lunch she scarcely touched a bite, her appetite deserting her. Don sat down as she was just about ready to get up. She said hi rather stiffly, suddenly aware what she was supposed to do. She looked at her phone... still no message of when she was supposed to show up. "Don... I..."

He interrupted her to tell her how pretty she looked, and she felt all the blood drain from her face. "Pretty?" She gave him such a look. "Pretty! That's what you want to say. Not 'how are you?' or 'how was your chemistry test?'" She was shaking and angry and couldn't stop herself. "Why do you always talk to me this way? I can't... " She was close to tears. "I can't, I can't do this anymore, Don. Please, please don't call me." She ran out of the room, then ran back for her backpack with everyone staring at her. She felt horrible. She was an awful person to do that, she knew it. Even if she wanted to break up with him, which really, she realized she kind of did, but that wasn't the way, not on some timer. But she had tossed him aside like an empty bottle, just because she was too afraid not to.

She went home and lay face down on the couch, head on her hands, waiting miserably for a message from Michael, to afraid to be late too. She got up, phone with her, suddenly remembering she had other preparations to make. In the bathroom she left the phone on the counter so she would hear it if a message came in, and then stripped and climbed into the shower. She started with her legs, some warped sense of pride that wouldn't let her go out without it if someone, even a vile pervert might see them.

After her legs, she moved between her legs, like Michael demanded. First a light snipping, almost like her normal trim, but then the last bit was with one of her leg shavers, a careful job with shaving cream and a delicate touch. She probably should have googled the best and safest way to do it, but she was worried she didn't have time. What if he message she should come right away and she was out in some pharmacy still buying the perfect equipment?

No message yet, she shampooed and let the water cleanse her. But it couldn't cleanse her enough, couldn't wash away what had happened, or what she was afraid was still yet to happen. The soap and water felt weird on her shaved parts, sensitive, almost like her bottom only not painful.

She toweled off. No message. She dressed much the way she had the day before. No sense getting him worked up any more than he would get anyway just having her around. Still no message. She started gathering her things and walking them out to the trunk of her car, taking several trips. Still no message. Finally she dozed on the couch, with the phones notifications set to maximum loudness so when he sent the message she wouldn't miss it.
 
She actually managed to surprise Micheal when she gathered up her things and moved into his personal washroom. He didn't know for sure why it caught him so by surprise but after a little bit of reflection he came to the conclusion that had expected her to just throw on her clothing as quickly as she could and just leave. For a moment he wondered if he might hear his shower running as she took a little time to clean up after wards, likely feeling a little dirty. Honestly he was about ready to leave himself, eager to go home and enjoy a quick meal before getting to work with his other passion, feeling quite a bit inspired after what had just transpired.

Still he wasn't just going to waste the time that he had been given by her sudden rediscovery of her modesty, taking a seat behind his desk and quickly throwing together an email to the club he would be taking her to the next night, the owner was a friend to him, one of the few people that he could actually call a friend. The substance of the email was really quite simple, informing 'Mistress' Carolyn that he would be showing up the next night with his new plaything, that he didn't want there to be any major event centered around him but if it were possible then it would be fantastic to have as many people representing different aspects of the BDSM lifestyle there as was possible. Let Katherine see that it wasn't just men that dominated women, but there was just about every permutation of gender and sexuality represented there.

And since Katherine seemed to be taking her time getting ready to leave Micheal typed up another email, this one far simpler to a fetish tailor who did quite a bit of work for him and of course owed him a small favor, a rush job certainly not being out of the question. He provided his best estimate of Katherine's sizes and a quick outline of what he wanted put together, including a very specific outline for the collar that was to be prepared. It was just as he clicked send that the door from his washroom opened again. The only thing she received from him was a curious little look as she quickly fled from the room and was gone from the office.

He gave it a little time, making sure that the office was all locked up nice and tight, all the lights and computers had been turned off, and the days footage had been stored safely for further work before distribution. All in all it took about ten minutes before Micheal was making his way out of the building and to his car, soon on his way home.


His home, spacious, modern, built along the side of a cliff that over looked the ocean, in a very nice neighborhood, and of course bought for a steal during the housing market crash. It had formerly belonged to some actor who had been in a prime time sitcom that had been all the rage a few years ago but now that same actor was having a hard time finding even work doing cameos for mid season replacement shows. As Micheal pulled up to the front gate he got a wave from one of his neighbors taking down their trash cans, a wave that he returned with a smile.

Despite what most people would expect Micheal actually got along well with his neighbors, being quite well liked by the community. Of course they knew what he did for a living but he kept the work out of public eye when he was at home. He frequented neighborhood cookouts, went to the holiday parties, and was even visited by the girl-scouts selling cookies (though the parents always called in advance to make sure he hadn't brought any work home with him, they might find Micheal to be an agreeable neighbor but that didn't mean they wanted to have their children exposed to his work).

Pulling into the garage Micheal didn't waste any more time, entering the home and disabling the alarm quickly... the sound of the door shutting echoing through the empty home. Inside the furniture was much what you would expect given his office, the home decorated in dark woods and leather, comfortable but stylish... nothing that would set it apart from any other house in the neighborhood to be found in the rooms that any guest or visitor was likely too see. Shoes left at the door Micheal made his way into the kitchen, heating up some left over Chinese food from the night before and retiring to his study to get to work.

It was the study that conformed a little more with expectations, the walls hung with black and white images that while technically not pornographic were more then a little suggestive, one corner of the room even occupied by a sculpture whose lines seemed to suggest a form of sensuality conveyed in carved onyx. Sitting behind his desk he ignored the computer arranged there, instead carefully sliding a sheet of paper into an antique type writer and letting his fingers click over the keys, the steady rhythm almost hypnotic as he put words to page. It might not be the most efficient way to write but Micheal liked the old affectation, the sound of the keys and the smell of the ink seeming to put him into a trance until the late hours of the night when he retired to his bedroom.

He slept poorly that night, his dreams plagued by things that he couldn't remember but his body covered in a cold sweat, his cock harder then he could remember in a long time, and it was only after taking matters into his own hands that he was able to sleep again.

When he awoke he ate a simple breakfast of eggs and went back to work typing in his study, in a world of his own and not noticing the passage of time until a buzz ringing through the house informed him that someone was at the gate, the outfit he had arranged for was being delivered.

It was that distraction that made him realize what time it was, since there was no set schedule he wasn't running late but the sun would set before long and Micheal didn't want to waste any more time then needed. Snatching up his phone he quickly scrolled to the number he had entered before leaving the office and began typing.

1612 Masitonik Way, I expect your arrival in an hour and a half, wear whatever you like because you will be changing when you arrive. He typed the text, knowing that from the university he had given her more then enough time to reach his home. With a smile he set aside his phone, knowing that she was going to have her eyes opened that very night.
 
She woke up in the dim light of dusk and glance blearily at her phone, the short little message beeps still finishing. Katherine flipped to the new message. It was from Michael, she could tell. She had an hour and a half to get to 1612 Masitonic Way. Where was that? It wasn't his office. Google maps quickly showed her it was a seaside residential area, close enough she could make it if she left soon.

It was tempting to dally. She wanted to just stay here until the whole thing was forgotten. But if she was truly destined for great things, she would have to prove her greatness through persistence and perseverance, triumphing over adversity. Which meant she had to beat Michael at this. She could not give up. It was as if her very identity in life depended on it, all the dreams of how impressed her father would finally be with her were totally on the line, both achievable and at risk at the same time.

She could have spent more time packing up for the night, or making some calls, but it was better to handle those when she knew she was safely there and on time, rather than waiting here and being late again. That would just be stupid.

The drive would have been pleasant if her mind wasn't already back in his office, bent over his lap and having the stuffing spanked out of her. She couldn't shake it, and resolved to be smarter this time. To delay when safe, to yield when it was easy, and to dodge rather than resist. And to always make the price for him as high as possible without giving him reason to punish her.

She arrived with five minutes to spare as she took a few wrong turns in her distracted state, the GPS not enough to keep her mind on the route. It was a good thing she'd left that little extra time. She didn't even bring her stuff in with her right away. Better to be seen as present on time first.

But she did open her phone, and dial up Sally as she approached the door. "Hi Sally? It's me, Katherine." She rapped her knuckles on the heavy wood door, but perhaps her hand was too small to make a big enough noise, and she was already on the phone, too distracted to make a search for the door bell, which was probably disguised as a nude statue's nipples or something. Who needed that?

She tried the knob and it turned, the door opening. She stepped inside, not worried about breaking and entering since he had invited her and demanded she be on time -- it would be his fault not hers. "I need you to do something for me. Please let Andrea know I'm going to miss Pilates tonight, and the planning meeting for next month's dance, I'm not going to make it tomorrow afternoon. Yeah, I know, me too, but I'm just.. just busy." Katherine spoke loudly on purpose, wanting him to hear she'd made it on time. He was sitting, waiting for her. She raised a hand for him to be patient, just a second. "Yes. Well, yes, I still am. He... we... I'm working on it. I'll tell you all about it, in six months, promise. Yes me too, it's very important, I agree. Ok, gotta run. Bye."

She finally gave him her attention, seeing it was 8:01 which meant she was on time since she got in like 3 or 4 minutes earlier. "I made it. Please, just give me a second, you said you wanted me to spend the night, so I made sure that would be possible. I was just cancelling a bunch of stuff on the phone, as you heard, but I also brought a few things so I could stay the evening." She gave him a finger, like be right back, just a minute, and then she dashed out to her car parked in the driveway. In the trunk she pulled out her backpack and a grocery bag with some clothes in it. Back inside she set them down as he watched her with one of his patented cryptic expressions, but he didn't seem angry, not that she could tell at least. "Backpack? That's my homework. And the bag is an old flannel nightgown, slippers and a toothbrush and a hairbrush." She really needed an overnight bag. She didn't tell him the old flannel nightgown was her oldest, most comfortable one, not any of the lingerie Dominick had made the mistake of giving her without checking first.

Back outside at a slow trot and then back in with another load. "Pillow. Second pillow -- for my neck. Hair band and a change of clothes for tomorrow. This is my laptop, also for homework that's due Monday." Katherine smiled brightly, maybe a little forced, but weren't things looking up a little bit at least? She was in the middle of a neighborhood, with windows and neighborhood moms and kids, where if she screamed someone would surely hear her. And she was still dressed.

"I've got a sleeping bag and some more stuff in the car still, but you can help me bring that in later, right?" Better to save a little bit for a useful distraction later on, if she need to slow things down a little. "So, how was your day?" Every minute spent in civil conversation was a minute spent not spanking her.
 
With the text message sent and at least seventy minutes until she would arrive assuming she left right away and obeyed the speed limit perfectly Micheal knew he had plenty of time to get ready. He took a little time to shower, the water just a few degrees shy of being scalding, the large showers four separate heads spraying high pressure and ensuring that every inch of his flesh was entirely loosened up ad relaxed. Just like practically every other time he got into the shower he spent more time in there then he had intended too, climbing out and drying off after about thirty minutes. Knowing that he had indulged a little more then necessary Micheal knew he needed to make up for lost time, quickly throwing together a chicken wrap before dressing.

Dressing of course took the most time, he had to ensure that his appearance was impeccable. Taking his time to ensure that every article of clothing hung from his body perfectly, a dark sharkskin suit that had been tailored to accent his body just right, broad shoulders, toned body, and of course his hair was combed just so. It was only after he was perfectly satisfied with every aspect of his appearance that he left his bedroom, settling into a comfortable chair in the drawing room and opening a book on the great Renaissance masters to wait for the arrival of his guest. The little outfit that had been prepared for her laid out carefully just out of sight from the front door, a surprise for her that he intended to enjoy immensely.

Fortunately he didn't have to wait for too long, just a few minutes shy of the time limit that he had given he heard a car pulling up to the house and just a few moments later the door was swinging open, Katherine talking to someone as she entered and for a moment Micheal had to wonder if she had brought someone along with her, only to catch sight of her on the phone a moment later. Her asking for a moment only got a blank look from him, a glance at his watch in order to ensure that she was on time. It seemed as though she had brought along some extras and Micheal had to restrain his amusement as she brought in two arm fulls of things that she really wouldn't need. The homework, lap top, and of course the simple hygiene items would of course come in handy but a flannel night gown or the pillows were entirely pointless for her to have brought along, let alone the sleeping bag that she mentioned having in the trunk of her car... which she expected his help bringing in.

“My day?” He asked slowly, caught a little off guard by the question, he hadn't expected such civility from her right then and there... was she perhaps figuring out a new tactic? Well it hardly mattered at all because the end result would be the same, before long she would be broken and begging for the sort of treatment that she currently thought was so far beneath her. “Honestly I can't complain, it was a rather productive day, I managed to get quite a bit done.”

He felt no further need to elaborate, lounging back in his chair a little bit as his eyes ran over her body, she looked quite nice but the excess clothing was meaningless, he didn't know what she had expected to happen today but he didn't know why she had bothered wearing any more then necessary for the drive over. With that thought in mind he slowly stood up, walking to around the corner and picking up the hanger on which her outfit for the night hung, walking back and presenting it too her. Micheal had been immensely impressed when he saw it, just what he had pictured in his mind for her the night before. “You will be wearing this tonight.” He informed her with a smile, eager to see her reaction to it.

The outfit started off with a white latex corset with garters, made to just the right size that would ensure just a little modesty for her, skin tight it would cover barely enough of her breasts to conceal her nipples while at the same time lifting the perfectly formed mounds. Of course that was only just the start of it, coupled with a pair of white panties, skimpy and lacy lia thong that had a small pink bow that would sit just above her clit when worn, it was exude innocence but being mostly lace it was nearly translucent. Her legs would be covered up to mid thigh by more white latex in the form of some ballet boots which would make walking exceedingly difficult for her. The entire outfit was completed by a ball gag and a leather collar which had been custom made so it would fit snugly around her throat the entire time, the words Spoiled Bitch picked out in pink along the front of the collar.

“You will be wearing this tonight.” He told her with a small smile. “This and nothing else.”
 
The way Michael seemed thrown by her simple polite greeting almost made Katherine shake her head. Was he so withdrawn from civility, normal human interactions that didn't involve spanking and pulling hair to get his way, that this was a challenge for him? Once he started answering though, he sounded normal enough, to the point that Katherine was about to follow up to ask what a "productive day" for him meant, but it seemed that little snippet of non-sexual conversation pushed him over the limit for the day.

He had already gotten up from his chair, coming toward her now with "that look" again, like he was evaluating what lay under her clothes even though he'd seen her naked the day before, like it was some instinct with him around women that he couldn't turn off. As hard as this stupid challenge was for her, Katherine imagined a challenge in which Michael had to spend 6 months being polite about things other than intercourse and not mentally undressing women at first sight, well, it might be impossible for him at this point.

She watched as he came around the little side table where all of reading material lay, fancy erudite stuff he probably set out just to impress her, to pretend his education still meant anything at all to him. With a deft little motion, like he was sneaking something past her, she saw him snag a hanger before coming back to her. At first she couldn't tell what it was, a few little shiny shreds of plastic and lace, white all of it. She looked in his eyes, already feeling anxious and trying to figure out what he was expecting next so she could keep herself on the comfortable side of the line with as little risk as possible.

Apparently, he thought that was her outfit for the night. He smiled, watching her without saying a word, like he was just daring he to complain. Katherine looked from his face to the little scraps on the hanger. Now she saw. Panties, little wispy things, ridiculously feminine with a silly little ribbon to make sure the woman wearing them -- her! -- would know she was a gift for a man to unwrap. He was so transparent. A shiny tube kind of thing with some lace ending and fasteners in the back, or at least what she guessed was the back, maybe it was the top -- and little straps hanging off. Slowly it clicked into place. Garters, for stockings. And a corset, like that old Scarlett O'Hara stuff that made girls faint. Very funny. He really wanted her to wear this crap? The shiny leggings with the weird little lumps at the end? Where were the shoes? Oh, and of course a ball with a strap -- a gag -- to keep her silent. Just perfect. What was that last thing? She reached and touched a little leather strap with buckles, turned it so she could see the other side, and then turned her head a little sideways to read "Spoiled Bitch" on it.

"Ok, ah" She was about to explode, she could feel it. Katherine did not want to blow it just two minutes into what would end up being a long and excruciating stay. No, no, no. It's just a game. He's pushing you. Relax. See his smile? He thinks it's funny. "Well, at least I'm not going to be naked, thank you for that." That's it, damn him with faint praise. Frankly, she was starting to think she might be better off naked, strange as it seemed to think just 24 hours after the first ordeal. She ran her finger along the materials like she was seriously evaluating what she thought of it, like she was in a store deciding whether to buy it or go with the leopard print gstring. At least it gave her a couple more seconds to calm down.

"Well, I'm sure you'll find this quite lovely and amusing to see me in later." He clarified the situation. Of course, this was it, the whole thing.

Deep breath, then another. She just stood there, blinking at him over and over, not trusting herself to talk, her fists clenched up into little balls at the side of her legs. "So... uh...." She couldn't look at him, not yet. She focused on the stupid outfit, but that just got her more annoyed, so she looked at his book table. "Oh, cool, you have the 'Renaissance Masters Revealed' too. I loved that one." But he didn't seem to want chit chat. Just as well, she was lying, she didn't really have the book, didn't know anything about it. What was he waiting for? She felt like there was something going on and the longer it took her to figure out the worse it was, the more frustrated she got.

Finally she rounded on him. "Ok, fine! I'll wear it." She jabbed her finger again, unable to stop herself. "But not because I want to. It's degrading and... humiliating... and revealing in a way that sexualizes the individual out of... the wearer. I'm only doing it to get you out of this nasty business, and help keep other girls from falling into your clutches." She was breathing hard. But she had agreed. "So, if you're waiting for me to agree, then I agree ok? Can we just get on with it? Enough staring at me already. Oh, and one more thing. I'm impressed you spelled it right, but for your future reference, I'm not a spoiled bitch. I've worked hard to get where I am, and I resent the assumptions that go behind automatically labeling a successful and driven women who isn't a meth-head as a spoiled bitch!" It was just truth to power, nothing to get spanked about. So far she hadn't done anything wrong, hadn't refused to wear it. Nothing but tell it back to him, telling it straight.
 
Her reaction was just about perfect from what Micheal had expected. The outfit he had thrown together was of course designed to get under her skin, the fact that it also highlighted and enhanced both her innocence and her beauty. He didn't just want to take her along that night, he wanted her to be the envy of every man who thought to call himself dominant there, she was a trophy to be displayed, a young woman soon to be broken. Of course she would also be exposed to a little more while she was there, have her eyes opened up to the truth about human sexuality, things might not be so simple as her limited experiences had led her to believe, the paths to pleasure were nearly limitless and Micheal intended to enjoy seeing her reaction to the near limitless permutations of sexuality.

Her stalling was expected but came from an unexpected angle, for a moment Micheal's mask of arrogance and disinterest slipped away and he gave her an open and honest smile, pleased to find that he might have a real intelligent conversation, something that he lacked most of the time and the craving for which had found him in this situation in the first place. The look didn't last long though, an intellectual conversation could come later on and at this point Katherine hadn't earned the right to hold discourse with him as an equal. “I am fond of the book, it doesn't just cover the Ninja Turtle masters that so many today obsess over to the detriment of their peers. I have always been fond of Botticelli...” He wondered though, a nagging thought in the back of his head, if she would even recognize the name, the painter of The Birth of Venus was always a favorite of his from the period.

He knew she was stalling though but when she got back to the point, giving some high handed moralistic speech about how she was only wearing it so that others wouldn't have to go through this ever again. Such a simple way to look at the world, it was almost enviable if Micheal hadn't experienced it once and seen just how hollow it was. As she carried on he just stood and kept his face neutral, only chuckling a little as she pointed at him so dramatically, as though there were an audience there to view her taking this meaningless stand.

Hell even the title of spoiled bitch got just the reaction he had wanted from her, such a simple and almost childish thing to call her but forcing her to wear the label out and about for his amusement. It would demean her, it would get a chuckle from those who saw her as just a spoiled brat, it would be just another little straw on the camels back, on its own it wouldn't break her but would pile things on a little bit, a weakening of her self esteem by inches.

“Two things Katherine...” He said slowly, his eyes narrowed a little bit. “You will watch your tone when you speak to me and avoid pointing, even if your words are not lacking in your respect its your manner that will get you into trouble.” He took a breath, calming himself a little bit, there was no reason for him to start punishing or lecturing her just yet. She would after all give him plenty of excuses throughout the evening. “And for the second thing, I am not going to make you put the ball gag in just yet, I want to see if you can keep your tongue in line yourself, but you will wear it around your neck.” Convenient that way, he could just slip it into her mouth without much difficulty. “Now hurry up and get changed, Jess will be arriving soon to drive us to the club for the start of the evening and if your delay causes us to be late then I will let her take an active hand in your punishment.”

Micheal suspected that threatening the repressed young woman with lesbian assault might just do the trick.
 
It was the chiding look on Michael's face as much as his words this time that riled Katherine to distraction. "Excuse me? I don't think you realize how..." Wait, wait, wait, she'd been down this road before. How did he get her so upset, every single time? She'd already prepared herself for this, don't give him easy excuses to do awful things to her. Just. Don't. She breathed slowly, her eyes glaring still, reacting to his own. She was trying to let his words slide, to ignore them, not to let him get her in trouble, but... He was so infuriating, the way he just spewed his sick world view at her and somehow expected her to be grateful for it.

Katherine had to be smarter than that though, smarter than letting him get her worked up and out of control, playing into his hand. She had to be smarter than him. That was ok, Katherine was used to it, used to the idea that a woman always had to be just a little smarter or a little more ambitious than the man to make it in this world. Some things just didn't change. But now that he'd gotten his reaction out of her, she had to turn that freight train aside before it carried her right into a worse situation. It wasn't too late. "... don't, uh, think you, um, realize how... how sorry... I am," she could feel the color coming on her cheeks, how much she hated having to bow and scrape like this before the unworthy, but she had to play the game to win it. "Just sorry for, um, for like, uh, talking way too, you know, uh, rudely to you. And like that." She trailed off a little lamely, having sold it the best she could. "So yeah, ok, I'll try to stop the pointing." Katherine consciously let her arms settle back slowly to her sides, hoping not to draw too much attention. She added a todo item to her mind's list, to keep her arms down, to keep herself from gesturing and pointing she just had to keep her arms down. She worried though that he was just going to keep adding more and more items to her list until it was impossible to remember consciously to follow them all. And then what?

At least he had thrown her a bone, was it the first time he'd given her a break? She didn't have to actually wear the gag, or at least not in her mouth. That was something, right? Katherine tried to focus on that, to think of it as him being nice, to help herself get into the frame of mind she needed where she wouldn't snap at him for every single stupid thing he did and said. She nodded, not exactly smiling, but lifted the gag from how it hung on the hangar, acknowledging its presence and raising an eyebrow she hoped he would see as thankful rather than sarcastic. Of course she could keep her tongue in line! But she let her annoyance with his thinking she couldn't slip away rather than get her in trouble. It was difficult, after all, but at least this time, at least to prove the point, she didn't say anything about the gag. Silence was the safest alternative to saying anything when she knew how easy it was to slip into saying the wrong things.

Michael's urgent tone about getting changed, though, caught Katherine off guard. A club? What the... wait, people were going to see her like this? She started to open her mouth to demand whatever this club was -- probably a strip club where she'd have to sit on his lap and pretend to be his kinky girlfriend, would he make her give him a lap dance? -- it better not be near the university! Fortunately they were such a long drive from there, it didn't seem likely. She didn't like the idea of anyone seeing her the way he was planning to dress her, not even Michael, especially him, but girls went through this all the time, heck, she had men looking at her every day and it mostly annoyed her but it was a part of life.

She was still working through the process of figuring out how she felt about his shady club idea when she caught the end of his threat, the part about getting punished by the other girl, the secretary. Katherine's eyes were scanning around the room for a door to a convenient changing area, hoping for something as nice as the bathroom just off his office. But she felt her anxiety level rising at the thought of him dragging his odd lesbian receptionist into this whole thing. The thought of her being forced to do things to a sister was just repulsive and Katherine didn't really even want to consider it. She needed to make sure she was ready in time so it didn't come to that. But what was in time? He hadn't said, had he? If she spent the extra minute, even half-minute, to find a place to change out from under his watchful eye, so he couldn't gloat over the fact she had shaved herself like he said, so he wouldn't stare at her like that, what if it made her late by even just a few seconds? Katherine could tell from his tone he was just hoping that would happen. The bastard, she knew he was just setting her up for this.

She wasn't having any part of that. Katherine took a deep breath, looked at the hangar and got started. Quickly was the key. She turned herself away. He'd seen her naked already the day before, no sense worrying about shyness now, but she just didn't want his eyes looking there and didn't want to see that smirk on his face, the one she could see so clearly in her imagination it was already annoying her before he even did it.

Her fingers didn't fumble quite as much as they did yesterday on her buttons. Needing to hurry, having the goal to focus on helped. Off with the blouse, skirt pulled down and both on the floor at her feet. This time she didn't bother making the show of picking up them up and folding her own clothes and setting them aside like they were so important, not if meant she might get into trouble she would rather avoid. She just left them in pile on the floor and kept moving. Bra first, unhooked and off, keeping herself turned so she at least had that minimal privacy for her bare breasts and nipples, even if it meant he was probably ogling her bottom which she thankfully didn't have to see. The corset was a bit of a strange thing, and it ended up taking way more time than she expected to get it on, figuring out how to slip into it, then trying to get it as tight as she could. It was a little tricky to do by herself, but she wasn't really looking to get it so tight she could barely breath, just enough it would stay on properly, so she could legally claim to be wearing it so he wouldn't claim. It wasn't like she was going to call some slave over to really seal her into it and stick a foot in her back while really working it like in Gone with the Wind.

She got a downward peek at what the corset, even not so especially tight, did to her breasts. It barely concealed her nipples, and she worried she would have to be careful about that, wondering if she moved in certain ways would it let people see even more? She would be careful. But Katherine also couldn't help noticing the way it pressed here and there, making almost a display of her small breasts, in a way she was entirely not used to. Katherine new she had a small chest, even convinced herself it was a good thing because she had a natural look -- no one would ever accuse her of succumbing to the pressure of getting surgery, it was quite clear she had not. But still the peer pressure, the rude comments from high school girls who really weren't worthy to criticize her for anything, they had bothered her, and the corset kind of made her look different, at least from the quick glance she had from above. She didn't like it, didn't want to yield to those male expectations of her breasts, but she allowed that it wasn't the worst part about the outfit.

The panties she did quickly, slipping out of her own and then pulling the lacy white little nothings up over her hips in replacement without skipping a beat. They were so low cut it felt in front like she wasn't wearing anything, and her newly shaved area was intensely aware of the light touch of the gauze fabric against her bare skin. She didn't have time to stop and worry about how it displayed her, though. Not if she wanted to be sure she wasn't late.

Now she hit the problem spot, though. She looked at the shiny stocking things with the lumps on the end and didn't really know what to do with them. But she wanted to put off the horrible gag and collar as long as she could. She lost a couple seconds dithering between the two, like a stubborn mule starving to death between two piles of food the same distance away -- only food was a good thing and these were both bad. Finally she reached for the collar, spoiled bitch, feeling her heart sinking and her pulse taking over like the only sound in her ears as she brought it around her delicate neck, flipping her hair aside so it was as comfortable as possible against bare skin, and then she fumbled a bit fastening it, her eyes squeezed shut so she wouldn't have to face the world, pretend it was just a nightmare and when she opened them again it would be gone. But she got it fastened, finding it snug around her throat but not impossibly so. Then she buckled the gag around her neck too, rotating it so the ball rested in the hollow between her collar bones like it was a strange but decorative necklace, hoping it concealed enough of the words spoiled and bitch that no one in the club he wanted to take her to would notice.

Finally the stockings or boots or whatever they were. She was going to need to sit down for that, and to sit she would need a chair, and there weren't any facing the walls away from Michael. She couldn't afford to avoid his leering eyes any longer. The slick shiny things in her hand, she turned around, not wanting to see his eyes and looking down to avoid having to get all embarrassed, but peering up any way, wanting to confirm he was the pig she knew him to be. She stepped to her right and settled into the comfortable chair, and tried to avoid her embarrassment by focusing on the stocking things and how the stupid lumps on the end worked. She took one in her hands and tried twisting, was it supposed to come off?
 
It was so easy to get her riled up, to set her on the road to getting herself into a great deal of trouble that Micheal honestly didn't see any challenge to it. She would need to learn how to control her responses which she might not like right now but in the long run would really be best for her. He had no illusions of course, should the unthinkable happen he knew she wouldn't thank him for the experiences but he still at least took some pleasure from the fact that no matter what happened he would have some level of victory. An idea did occur to him as she held her tongue right then, his eyebrow just starting to raise for a moment, she hadn't quite reached the point where she needed punishing just then and her little apology, though pathetic was a start down the right path. Punishing her right then and would likely set things back a bit, he would need to be as consistent as possible in order to ensure she developed properly.

Her apology wasn't going to get a whole lot from him, it was downright pathetic and undeserving of any strong sign of approval, but she did earn a small nod from him, the slightest hint of a smile. “A little sincerity wouldn't kill you.” He pointed out with a small chuckle. “Try to make it sound as though you really feel it.” Of course she wouldn't be able to really put any feeling into it just yet, that sort of thing would take quite a bit of time and effort from him but he had gone into this knowing what would happen, knowing full well the sort of demands that would be put upon him and ready to do it all just to be proven right and maybe find a way to amuse himself in the meantime.

He remained silent as he watched her changed, a little bit irritated that she seemed to think that she could hide her body from him. Once they were done with the club that night he intended to spend some time breaking her of those illusions, letting her know just what her proper place in the world really was, how meaningless it was to try to resist his will and desires. If she felt there was a chance that she would be using that sleeping bag or that nightgown she would be in for an immensely interesting shock, one of his largest toys was waiting just for her, something that he had never gotten a chance to use but one that he was looking forward to seeing her exposed too. Oh it would be an uncomfortable world for her that night, he doubted she would get much sleep while he expected to sleep like a baby.

As she looked at the boots that he had picked out for her Micheal moved closer, kneeling down before her as she sat and taking the boot from her hand, taking a moment to hold it up before her so she could see inside it. Hidden inside, a carefully and cleverly hidden seam that would be on the inside of her thighs, was a small zipper that ran halfway down the length of the boot and with a deft motion the zipper was down and he had grabbed the corresponding leg, holding it still while he pulled the boot into place. Of course from his position, crouched low before her legs he was able to see the panties perfectly, pleased with the way they framed her, tight enough that it left only the smallest detail to the imagination and with just a hint of moisture they would soon turn translucent.

“Very nice...” He said slowly before he stood up, leaving her to pull the boot on the rest of the way and handle the second one. “Now a few rules for the night, you will stay at my side the entire evening, you will speak when spoken too and if asked a question by anyone you will wait for my permission to respond, and when you meet the Mistress of the club you will show her all due respect, if you fail in any of this then I guarantee that you will spend the night in a great amount of pain.” Reaching out quickly, bending forward slightly, he pulled aside the crotch of her panties, inspecting the flesh that she had exposed at his instruction, a single digit running over to inspect more closely.

“But since you have followed my instructions so far... well if you do well tonight I might chose to reward you.” He doubted she would appreciate the offer just yet but it was what she was getting from him right then.
 
Katherine found her little mental list of things she had to remember to fake, or rules she had to remember was growing. She wasn't really surprised he didn't like her apology, wanted it to be sincere. Well he could wait a long time for that, of course, but she would have to remember to at least pretend to be a little sincere, the little bit her pride would allow, to avoid getting in trouble with him on that one too now.

As she sat in the chair, Michael crouched down in front of her like a somewhat pushy shoesalesman and took one of the shiny long stockings from her. He made some show of opening it, showing her how the seam and the zipper worked, then holding it up for her. He gave her some expectant look, like the shoesalesman had other customers to help and she better just stick her foot in already. Katherine didn't want to get herself in hot water on account of the strange stocking/shoe thing so she pointed her toe and lifter her leg and slipped her foot into his hand essentially, until he could start the slow zipping for her. It wasn't exactly Cinderella with a glass slipper, nor was he Prince Charming by any means -- more like Prince Disgusting -- but at least he was actually being helpful and not especially mean to her or even threatening, and it was like the smallest moment of relief for her, breaking her growing tension.

She finished zipping the thing up until most of her leg was zipped up snug and tight inside of it, like a shiny second skin with her smooth thigh finishing the bit of the job the boot didn't finish. It was a boot, she could tell now, the weird lump now clearly some sort of shoe mount, but making her hold the toe point in a strange way she couldn't really imagine walking with. As she turned her leg a little this way and that, she was a little impressed despite herself the way the thing managed to seem almost smooth all the way around, like it was a part of her, the secret seam almost perfectly concealed.

He left her to do the second one herself, and she had followed along enough to get how it worked. As he stood up and watched her work she heard the "very nice" from him and tried to conceal her smile -- was she getting to him? If she played him right, he could end up eating out of her hand. As she pointed and slipped her foot in and zipped up her mind went over the way he'd looked at her the previous day. Was he hot for her? Enough that she could use it? It wouldn't be the first time she'd been able to take advantage of this male weakness for a pretty girl, but maybe the most useful. Katherine played up the second boot a little, but very much in a casual way, so he would feel he was getting a peek at something she didn't want him to see.

But his words kind of undercut that illusion. While he was supposed to be ogling the way she looked in the weird boots he'd picked out for her he was droning on with even more rules for her, these somehow special for "the night." By his side the entire night? Annoying, but she'd kind of expected it. Speak when spoken to? Of course he'd want to keep her from saying any of her own ideas and making a mockery of his misogyny. But she could do it if it was necessary in the short term to get to the goals she had for the longterm. Besides, there were other ways to communicate. Difficult, but she could handle that, she suspected.

Waiting for his permission to respond to someone else's question? She coudlnt' stop herself from rolling her eyes as she put her foot back down on the ground, feeling her knees lifted up and her calves arched from the point in her toes she could barely change -- like it might be easier just to stick her legs out straight like a trucker watching the stage at a strip club, except she wanted to keep whatever interest he seemed to have in her legs and these weird boots he favored. Always his permission, like he couldn't stand an intelligent woman with independence, like he had to be in absolute control of everything. It was pathetic, but she nodded, looking at him with equal parts pity and loathing. What a sad world view, sick and dangerous too, but sad.

His promise of pain for failure to comply? Totally expected. She would comply enough to avoid the pain, but he wouldn't break her. No. She nodded again, not sure if saying anything would get her in that world of pain, so better safe than sorry. He was already bending over though, leaning down to her and extending a hand between her legs, like he didn't even care what her answer was, or like he just took it so for granted he didn't even bother waiting for it.

She gasped and drew back as he went straight for the crotch of the little lacies he was making her wear, but his big fingers just took hold of the thin fabric with dexterity she didn't expect and tugged them aside. The bastard, checking to make sure she shaved, was that it? Fine! She shaved. So there. He must have thought he'd have her bent over for another spanking already on that one, but she fooled him! She smirked at what she assumed would be his obvious frustration.

But his reaction was to take another finger and stroke it against her bare flesh as he kept her exposed. She lifted her hands in surprise, the intense tingling it provoked almost making her audibly gasp. Katherine was still nowhere near used to the feeling of it, and he seemed to know it. If he was just being petty out of his frustration that she'd avoided the spanking he'd hoped to give her, well, it had worked, because she was really annoyed, especially realizing that she was keeping her legs open for it, unsure whether closing them as felt so natural, would get her in trouble. She felt her whole body taut and tense, her hands still up at her sides, chest high, as if aching to push him away but thinking better of it, her eyes locked on his as he "inspected" her.

A reward. Supposed to be a good thing. Katherine shuddered though, afraid to even try to imagine what such a disgusting individual would think was a reward for a girl's... obedience. Still, it had to be better than the punishments, and Katherine nodded as he looked at her, no smile on her face though. She closed her thighs tight the moment he pulled away after letting the fabric settle back to cover her bare skin, her hands slowly settling back to her sides, her breath coming faster than she wanted him to see, but so hard to slow down.

But she felt a small triumph. He had pressed her buttons -- had actually pressed her Button, to some extent -- and she hadn't lashed out, hadn't complained in a stupid way that would get her punished for nothing. She knew she was getting the upper hand, showing him now that she knew the game, he couldn't win so easily.
 
Katherine might find the new rules for that night misogynistic or just plain foolish but she had not a single idea what was to be occurring that night. He might enjoy her frequent little outbursts though it gave him an excuse to punish her as frequently as he might like. Tonight at the club though people were far less likely to be tolerant of her behavior, too strong of a breach and people would look to him for permission to punish her while Micheal would have to carefully navigate the politics of the BDSM world. She might think it was simple but it took quite a bit more effort then she could understand for him to remain at the top of the food chain where he was.

Her reaction to his touch was just what he had wanted, the removal of the hair had left her quite sensitive and he would be happy to take advantage of that at the earliest opportunity. She might not enjoy the thought that he would be rewarding her but she was being a little simplistic in the way she looked at it. The reward might not necessarily be carnal but instead could involve something a little simpler for her, perhaps allowing her to have a blanket or pillow that night for a little bit of comfort. Micheal smiled to himself a little bit though, perhaps it was true that he was more likely to go with a carnal reward that he would enjoy himself but there was a chance that he would be a little more magnanimous in the victory that would come from her obedience.

He was about to comment on how pleased he was that she had enjoyed his touch without comment or attempting to stop him, of course heavily accenting the word enjoy just to torment her slightly only to hear a slight cough from the doorway of the house. Turning around and straightening Micheal looked to where Jess stood, having arrived and entered when he was otherwise occupied. He was curious about how long she had stood there and watched him toying with Katherine, but it really wasn't all that important, if his personal assistant wanted to enjoy a view of her boss toying with his new plaything then she was welcome to do so.

Jess had embraced her chance to play driver for the night with the usual flourish that she displayed for her work. Rather then dressing in any remotely normal fashion she had chosen to go with a fetishized variation of a chauffeurs outfit, all black latex, far too short for modesty sake, and including a little leather cap that she wore over her Mohawk, all the buttons replaced by small steel studs, and of course long latex gloved covering hands that were constantly in motion. “If you are done playing around boss, the car is ready out front.” Of course she was smirking, she was looking forward to the events of the night, she was hoping to get a chance to play with Katherine, the relative innocence promising her more fun.

“Thank you Jess.” Micheal said before looking back to Katherine, a moment of pity washing through him as he knew that she would have a hard time standing with the foot ware that she wasn't used to and offering her a hand for support so she could stand up and be led to the town car that had been arranged for the evening. It was like he was setting up a twisted variation of escorting a starlet to a red carpet primer, she was being exposed for the first time to the real world of BDSM, not just some videos and stories.
 
As Michael straightened up and pulled back from his lewd touch, Katherine's eyes were on his, like she was making sure not to get on the wrong side, like it took a conscious effort on her part. She had never been considered a trouble-maker in her whole life, maybe a pest, sure, but never one who needed lecturing or discipline, except when she would bother her Dad too much before he left. And that didn't count.

But Michael's eyes turned away from her in a way she didn't expect and left her feeling a little strange, finding it suddenly a little disconcerting to be out of the toasting heat of his attention. She followed the turn in his gaze, assuming it would be important and gasped at the sight of the secretary looking, frankly, almost ridiculous in some perverted idea of a chauffeur's costume. What the receptionist was putting up with to keep this job was criminal. But Katherine's sympathy for her didn't make it any easier to take having another woman seeing her yielding to Michael's disgusting whims as well. She wanted to take the other woman aside and explain, it wasn't her, just a challenge, to make sure the woman didn't look at Katherine dressed this way and assume she really was this way. Katherine knew she was blushing like some kinky bride dressed in white, but she couldn't help it, sitting dressed like that and knowing what the woman must think. But before she could say anything, the words between Michael and Jess -- that was her name, yes -- reminded Katherine of her larger plight. She really couldn't say anything, or she might get one of those punishments. So she held her tongue, a little disturbed by Jess's smirk, as if she thought Katherine was even weaker and willing to put up with more than she was.

Michael stood up in front of Katherine, making her naturally look up and feel the collar tighten ever so slightly around her throat. He held out his hand, acting like some kind of gentleman probably for Jess' benefit because he wasn't fooling Katherine. She put her hands on the seat and got he feet together and flat as she could and made a point of ignoring his offered hand. She was going to do this herself.

She got herself halfway up, to the point where her fingers lost contact with the seat and she was still trying to rise straight up next to him, and she could feel the wobble coming as the heels left so little of her foot, just the tips of her toes really, in contact with the floor that it was almost impossible to balance. Katherine used the strength in her legs, thighs and calves trembling with the effort, to get herself upright, but her balance was already gone and she lurched to the side, her arms reaching out wildly and clutching at Michael's arm to hold her up. She looked up, grateful and annoyed at the same time and trying to show neither, leaning against him and holding the very arm he had offered. Trying to straighten up didn't work as her feet ended up taking tiny stumbling steps to her right immediately and she clutched at him again. It was killing he to look like she needed him, to be put in this position -- to have put herself in it!

But now that she was all zipped into this stupid outfit, there was nothing really to do about it except try to make it seem as graceful as she could. Katherine had never really been one for watching movie-stars or awards shows and probably for the first and only time in her life found herself regretting it, as she wished she had some image of how those woman made their way down a red carpet, the world's cameras objectifying them with every perilous step in those heels and tight dresses, draping themselves like a beautiful ornament on the arm of some man and trying to make it seem like the most elegant desirable thing a woman could ever do. Only for Katherine, it was very very hard to do. She stumbled and leaned against him way more than she was comfortable with, and she tried with all her might to avoid Jess's knowing smirk. The other woman didn't know a thing.
 
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