* Mild Dom/sub themes
*This should be ok as a stand alone if you haven't read the first one "The Seminar". If you want to read it a link is provided below

On the ride back from the seminar Becky was confused. First of all was she Becky or was she Rebecca? Of course she was Becky but today she had been Rebecca for him. And she had liked it. Rebecca was all the things Becky was not. Sexy. Naughty. Strong. That’s the strange part. As Rebecca she had done whatever Tyler had told her to do or ticked her into but she felt stronger than she ever had. She was also confused because he didn’t touch her. She had stood in front of him, taken off her skirt, stood there totally naked. He asked her to turn around slowly. He told her she was a beautiful woman. He said she had pleased him and how he was proud of the way she had handled herself today. Then he said get dressed, it’s time to go. The whole time they were at the seminar he had his hands all over her. He had been so far up her dress she felt his fingers brush her pubic hair. But when they were alone and she was naked, nothing. Maybe her body wasn’t what he had expected. Maybe she hadn’t been what he had expected. Maybe he was just playing games with the little farm girl next door. She didn’t feel strong now. She knew who she was. Becky.

The whole ride home Tyler was quiet. Not even a glance in her direction. He pulled in behind her car and, as she was getting out, he turned and said “Stop at my place. You can change into your old clothes before going home.”  At least there was a little good news Becky thought as he drove away. Her parents didn’t know about the seminar and, even though she is twenty years old, she stills lives at home and her father is still her father, a very old fashioned man. The new dress alone would be a serious scandal.

The closer she got to his house the more dread she felt. She didn't know what she had done but Tyler wasn't interested in her. He had manipulated her into doing the things she had done and she had felt embarrassed and humiliated. But when he said he was proud of her it felt good. She wanted to please him again. Becky did not know if she would be able to do it but Rebecca was sure going to try.

Tyler raced home. There were a few things he needed to get ready before she arrived. He had just gotten things in place when she pulled up. It was the first time she had been inside his house and she was surprised to see it was one big open space. No walls separating kitchen, living room, and bedroom. There were a couple of doors at each end. One must open to the attached garage, another a bathroom, the others maybe closets or storage of some type. She tried to avoid looking at his bed instead focusing on the kitchen. Large stainless appliances behind a long island.  She saw her dress and underclothes neatly folded and sitting on a chair in front of the island. Tyler caught her gaze and said “There are your clothes. You can change and be on your way, but” Tyler shook his finger at her. “But we have a couple of things to tend to first.”

“W w w we do?” Becky stammered as she started to fidget nervously.

“Yes, we do. Do you know what they are?

“No, no I don’t have any idea. I thought I was just going to change clothes. Do you want me to take my clothes and change somewhere else? I can …”

“Shhhh. It was a simple question Rebecca and requires a simple answer. Either you do know or you don’t. Your answer is either ‘yes Sir’ or ‘no Sir’.”

Becky was surprised. He was still calling her Rebecca. She found herself wanting to smile. “Uh, no sir, I don’t have any idea what…” She stopped when he raised an eyebrow. “uh, No….sir.”

“Do you see anything wrong with the dress you are wearing?” Tyler asked.

Becky, looked down at her new dress. “It looks just the same….uh…no sir.”

“How many buttons do you have buttoned?”

Oh no, thought Becky. The buttons. She had given him seven of the twelve buttons on her dress. In fact he had gotten one of them as a punishment for buttoning the others. “All of them” she answered. Seeing his raised eyebrow she add “sir.”

“Did you ask my permission to button my buttons Rebecca?”

“No sir” Becky answered looking down at the floor. The last thing she had expected coming to his house was to be scolded.

“Didn’t I explain to you stealing is bad and when you do bad things you have to be punished?”

“Yes sir” Becky replied in a quiet voice.

“Take off the dress.”

‘That’s it?’ thought Becky. He had seen her without her dress an hour ago and this time she wearing the new bra and panties he had bought her. She unbuttoned the dress, stepped out of it, and hung it over the back of a chair. She was about to take grab her old dress when he stopped her.

“And the bra” Tyler said.

“Yes sir” Becky replied as she unhooked the bra. Tyler watched as her face flushed red. She hoped she would get over being so easily embarrassed. He hoped she never did. “Put your hands behind your back. Each hand holding the other wrist.”

“Yes sir.“ Becky did as instructed.

“Now, turn around and lean down on the island until just your nipples touch the countertop. Just your nipples” he repeated.  Again Becky did as told. The nipple part should be easy she thought because they were hard. Standing up and screaming for attention. They got harder when they touched the cold counter top.

“Do not move your hands from behind your back.” Before she could answer he yanked her panties down. Out of reflex she tried to raise up and reach for her panties at the same time. She did not get far before his hand stopped her.

“Rebecca” he said with force in his voice. “I told you I wanted your nipples touching the countertop and your hands behind your back.”

“Sorry. Sir.” Becky said as she bent back down.

She jumped again when three hard quick slaps hit her ass.

“Rebecca!”

She immediately leaned back down. She vowed not to be surprised again. She had to show him she could be Rebecca. She was Rebecca. “I am sorry Sir. You surprised me. It will not happen again, Sir.”

“That was for moving your hands after being instructed not to” Tyler said in a stern voice. “as are these next three.” Three more strikes, fast and hard. “These are for using my buttons without my permission.” Seven more slaps followed, one for each button. These were given slower but still hard. Tyler left his hand on her ass after each of these. Rubbing and following the shape of her bottom. After the last swat he put one hand on each cheek of her ass, squeezing them, his thumbs just inside the crack. His hands slid down, spreading her cheeks open. He was looking at her most intimate places. Her face burned almost as red as her bottom. He was close enough she can feel his breath. On her anus. On her vagina. She was on the verge of tears. She felt humiliated. Oh, she had been spanked before when she was a little girl but not in a long time. And it hurt. He had hit her hard. Tyler moved to the side of the island, leaned down and looked. Only her nipples were touching the countertop. “Good girl” he said softly as he smiled to himself. The humiliation evaporated.

“Stand up and turn around.”  Becky did as she was told, still holding her hands behind her back. “See what holding your hands behind your back does?” He asked. “It encourages good posture. Your back is straight, shoulders back, which makes you push your chest out as if you are offering me your breasts. Are you offering me your breasts Rebecca?”

“Yes Sir” she answered, wanting to give him so much more.

He smiled again. “It has been a very busy day. You have experienced many new things today and you handled them very well. You have grown up toady, Rebecca. You may move your hands now.” Tyler picked up towel from the other counter and spread it out on the island.  “I want you to sit on the island. Scoot back. A little more. Now lay down. Perfect” he said as he went back to other counter.

She lay on the counter with her feet hanging off the end. She thought the way he said Rebecca was different now. Before it was more of a taunt, teasing poor little Becky. But now he said it with what? Affection? She should be nervous, having no idea what he was going to do. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t Becky. Rebecca watched Tyler with curiosity as he returned with a tiny pair of scissors and a small electric trimmer. He spread her legs until they were hanging off each side of the island. She felt goose bumps pop up all over when he ran his fingers through her pubic hair. “All good pets should be well groomed” he said gently as he started trimming with the scissors.

Tyler took his time. Trimming the hair down very short where he didn’t want any. Trimming the rest to the length he liked. Enjoying the little tremors she had when he brushed his fingers against her labia. Soft, swollen, glistening wet. This close he could smell her arousal. He puckered his lips and blew air up and down her vagina before grabbing the battery powered trimmer.

Rebecca took a sharp breath when she felt the air blow on her. Her heart was racing. His fingers seemed to be everywhere. Touching her tenderly everywhere. One is lightly sliding over her anus. Now tracing the inner edges of her spread lips. This is not the first time she had been touched down there. She had been once before. Rather, Becky had. She was seventeen. He was a college student working as an intern for the State Department of Agriculture, installing automatic livestock watering systems for the smaller farms. She never took her dress off. All she remembered is it was clumsy and it hurt and it was over really fast. Tyler had already spent more time trimming her hair than it took the college boy.

She was lost in her thoughts and jumped a little when Tyler turned on the trimmer. She could feel the vibrations as he closely trimmed the unwanted hair. His fingers on her labia, the trimmer vibrating so close. Feeling so good. She was consume with the desire, the need, to feel him inside her. A low moan escaped her. Was that an orgasm? She wasn’t sure, she had never had one before.

Tyler watched her try to get her breathing back under control. He smiled. Who knew helping out a neighbor would turn have turned into this. “From now on Rebecca you will keep yourself groomed just like this. I expect to find you neatly trimmed and freshly shaved from now on.”

“Yes Sir” was the shaky answer. From now on? She felt like crying again. But not because she was sad.

“Bad pets are punished. Good pets get rewards” Tyler said as he pulled her closer to the edge and lifted her feet onto the countertop. He pressed her knees out and down, spreading her wide. He slowly scattered kisses from the inside of her knee to mid-thigh. As he turned to the other leg he said “Today you have been a very good pet”.

Rebecca learned what an orgasm was.