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I've had some trouble with the machanics of posting.  This is my third try.

This is still a work of fiction.  You still shouldn't read it if you aren't
old enough to know better.  Don't read it if you don't like reading it,
either.

If you do like reading it, I'd like to know. Also helpful criticism is,
well... helpful. Kate <kate1533@yahoo.com>


 Episode 2 The phone rang and she picked it up. “Hi, Candy, it’s Mike.	I
said I’d call and I had a few minutes between classes.	You don’t mind if I
call you Candy? It seems to suit you.” She laughed a little breathlessly, and
answered, “No, I’m delighted you called at all!” It had been four days and
she had begun to doubt he would. “Are you?” he said it in the light voice
that went with the warm smile.	She didn’t answer. “Good.  Are you alone
right now?” When she affirmed it he said in a quiet command, “Take off your
clothes for me.” She giggled but agreed and did it. “Now, are you standing in
front of me naked?” “Yes” and to her surprise she felt she was.  She blushed
as he gazed up and down her body and when he asked if she had enjoyed it when
he “toyed with her tits” , the left nipple hardened as if it had its own
memory. She confessed she had and he asked if her nipples were erect, now.
“Just the left one, the one you hurt.” “Touch it. Is it still sore?” “No,
Mike, it feels fine.” “Good.  Then let’s attend to the other.  I’m going to
tell you what to do to it, okay?” “Yes” “When I tell you to, you’re going to
use your free hand to pinch it very hard, pull it out, and then twist it.”
“Mike!” “Do it! Pinch it!  Are you pinching it?” “Yes” “Are you pinching it
hard enough? Does it hurt? Make it hurt.” “Oh! Yessss. I’m hurting it for
you, Mike.” “That’s good, Candy.  Now pull it out.  Pull on it so you’re
holding the whole tit’s weight by the nipple.” Her sharp intake of breath
told him she’d complied. “Candy, you’re being very good!  It’s almost over
and then I’ll reward you. Twist it hard, now.  Hold it the same way you have
been and turn your wrist.  There!  Now let it go.  It’s all over.Release it
and immediately put your finger in your pussy.	You can play with it, now. 
Is it wet?  Tell me if you’re wet.” “Yes, I’m wet, it’s very wet.” “What is,
Candy?	Tell me what’s so wet.” “My vagina? My vagina’s very wet.” “No, it’s
your pussy, Sweetie.  Tell me how your pussy feels.” “My pussy is very wet,
Mike.  It--my pussy feels good.” She felt a little soiled by the dirty word.
“Take some cunt juice and spread it on your nipples so they’re shiny and wet.
...Feel good?”	His breath was becoming ragged and she could hear a rhythmic
swishing of hand against trouser fabric. “Mmm h’mmm.”  It felt wonderful!
“Back to your pussy.  Play with your clit very hard and fast.  Very 
hard....faster....harder....now dip into the hole....go deep...smear it all
over the lips and clit...now pinch your nipple....now finger fuck
yourself...two fingers... faster... harder...cum, cum for me...cum for
me...now...arghh!”  The classic male grunt was heard and she realized it was
over.  The “window of opportunity” had closed. He laughed and said, “We’ll
have to get you up to speed. Supper Thursday?” “I’d like that.” “Wear a
skirt!” He clicked off. She gently stroked herself for some time before
giving up.

Episode 3

She got to class half an hour early on Thursday.  She was wearing a full
skirted flouncy two-piece dress in which she looked about sixteen.  Her
girlfriend called it her communion dress.

Mike was there and walked over to her at the door.  He twisted the knob to
make it self-lock and then took her wrist and led her to a spot where they
couldn’t be seen through the door window.  “You look lovely” he said and bent
her belly-down over a desk. She started up again but he held her down with
one hand at the neck.  “Ssh!  I owe you this.”	Then he took both her hands
and held them behind her by the wrists together in one of his.	“Not a
sound!” he admonished as he tossed up her skirt and pulled down her hose and
panties.

The smack that followed astonished and frightened her.	“This is for not
cumming when I tell you to,” he said on the third resounding swat.”I wouldn’t
do this if you didn’t need it. I will do whatever it takes to get you to
focus your attention.” He continued with a heavier punishment than she had
ever had as a child.  “Stay still and take what you have coming to you. “ 
She had been squirming, in spite of herself.  While she wanted to obey him
(for no reason she could quite understand) she couldn’t control her reflexes
to deflect and protect herself from the blows. When he experimentally
released her wrists he saw with satisfaction that they fell limply to her
sides.She didn’t even try to get up and he was grateful that the worst of her
struggle was over. He ached all over (though particularly in his cock and
balls, he thought ruefully) for the emotional upheaval she was enduring, but
he knew it was for the best. She’d been a very brave girl and he was
delighted with how she had tried so hard to please him.  She couldn’t know
about the pantyhose.  He would probably have to come right out and tell her
about stockings. Ultimately, he had to feel honored that she had chosen him
as her first master, and was deeply impressed with the responsibility he had
to nurture, guide and train her.  So he sat down next to her and gently
caressed her hot stinging cherry cheeks. Soothingly he said to her, “It’s all
over now.  You’ve been a very good girl, my little Candy.” As he stroked her
hot little bum, he continued,” No one could expect you to do better your
first time out, but you understand we have a long journey ahead of us.”  When
her first tear oozed out, he bent over and licked it off her cheek.  “It’s
okay to like it, sweetie,” he murmured when he saw her shudder, and now he
included her snatch in his long comforting strokes. Her thatch of dark red
hair felt sticky, he noted with pleasure, though the hair itself would have
to go.	No more than six minutes had elapsed since she walked through the
door, but he knew that other students would be knocking at the door in less
than ten minutes.  He slid his middle finger between the lips and up to her
little clit where he rested it, pressing, feeling it respond in surges.  When
he knew it was extended and hoodless, he firmly rotated it, persistently. She
shifted, thrusting it at him and he told her to lie still, but it was the
sign he’d been waiting for.  He gave her credit for the few seconds she
managed it, while he relentlessly flicked the powerful little switch, but was
not unhappy to see the inevitible spasming begin. It gave him the excuse he
needed to complete the first lesson.  When he was quite sure that the chain
reaction explosion was well in train, he thrust a finger deep into her hole
and flexed it to and fro, while he resumed the spanking. To his immense
gratification he saw that each time his now stinging palm met her sweet ass
she quivered in newfound mysterious ecstasy. It was just the jolt she seemed
to need to send her into further paroxysms.  Yes! He had indeed discovered an
important new talent!  She was a natural, there was no doubt of it!  When
this had gone on for several minutes and he was convinced it would last as
long as he allowed, he also saw that they were out of time.  He withdrew from
her and raised her back to the vertical and kissing her on the forehead,
“You’ll want to freshen up in the lavatory before class.  I know, I do.” So
saying, he left the room and it can only be assumed he made it into a stall
before he too exploded.

She pulled up her panties and hosiery, feeling more than a little dazed and
sore, confused and happy.  A quick trip to the ladies room made it clear that
any damage was internal, and she slipped into a seat, wincing a bit, five
minutes before class was to start. The woman next to her smiled in sympathy
and mentioned that her husband had back trouble.She shifted her weight around
before deciding that she was sore all over and would have to put up with it. 
She sat through class in a stupor.  When the others had left, Mike said, “You
look a little peaked.  Care for some barbecue?”

“I’d love it, “ she answered, “but I need a quick trip to the ladies room,
first, okay?” Once ensconced in a stall, she quickly stripped and redressed,
stuffing her bra and panties into her shoulder bag.  She puzzled over the
pantyhose for a moment before she ripped a large hole in the crotch. Then she
donned them after making a sizable contribution to the city’s fluid waste
disposal.  Hiking her skirt she had stood over the toilet; she really hadn’t
wanted to sit on the hard seat.  Fortunately, he had a big old American car,
and it would be like riding on the livingroom sofa.  Then she grimaced at the
thought of the only slightly padded restaurant chairs.	Was this going to be
a constant consideration for the future?  He couldn’t mean to spank her
often?

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