Author Unknown

Illustrations by Robert Bishop

Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w

Myrna thought she was going to faint with shame and aching torment; half naked, kneeling, a rope round her back with its ends tied to the metal rings in the sides of the block, and feeling a man's foot spurn her naked flesh—it was ignominy she had not dreamed anyone would dare inflict on her.

"There," Jack Brandon said exultantly, "now perhaps you're beginning to feel how inconsequential you are to a man, Myrna.  That is the start of your transformation, and one, I may add, which has long been overdue." He bore down with his sneaker-shod heel on her creamy naked back, and the horrified debutante groaned against her gag, not only from the pain of having her superb naked titties mashed ruthlessly down against the block, but even more at the humiliating debacle of her vaunted pride and ego before a masked stranger.

"Now, I think," he pursued after a long agonizingly suspense-filled moment, removing his foot from her back, "what you needed from the very first moment I saw you, shall be inflicted.  It is, I warn you, Myrna, a childish chastisement, and it is only a kind of preview of the more serious discipline I propose to give you."

So saying, he untied the rope round her back, bent to grasp her by the armpits, and, lifting her up, seated himself on the block, only to pull her across his lap, still gagged, her hands corded in front of her, her slim nylon-sheathed ankles equally pinioned.

Then, to her consternation, she felt his fingers attack her garter belt and unfasten it, then the stocking tabs, and let it drop to the floor.  Now, taking out of his slacks pocket a pair of curious purple rosette garters which fixed together by a tiny chain and catch-lock sewn into the elastic foundation of the circlet, he unfastened each and in turn clamped it round Myrna's upper thigh, after first tugging up the black nylon stocking till it caressed her long shapely leg without wrinkle or flaw, and locked it.

"There," he pronounced, "you are attired exactly as an apprentice slave girl should be for her master to initiate into the mysteries of bondage discipline!" Lying bent over his lap, ankles and wrists bound, the pear gag silencing her expostulations of shame and indignation and rage, the haughty socialite could only writhe and groan, not yet aware of what awaited her!

"Now, are you ready for your first good lesson, Myrna?" she heard him drawl, and then started convulsively to feel his hand rest on the crease between her bare bottom cheeks.  Instantaneous reaction was to tighten her gluteal muscles to diminish the shadowy inlet to her second maidenhead and to clench her lovely long, ripening curvaceous thighs so as to hide from his male eyes the provocative furry-framed pink cleft of her love cleft.

"Mfffm—ahahah—ouu—amrnmmfffghghghgh!!" she wailed, writhing and trembling, twisting her contorted face back to see his ski-masked, grotesquely altered face loom above her.  The feel of his hand lingeringly pressed over her bare bottom's sinuous, intimate groove, gave Myrna Gentry the most intolerable feeling of being profaned and threatened in the most secret core of her vaunted virginity.

But an even more mortifying surprise awaited her.

His hand rose, hovered a few moments till, her nervousness heightened, she again looked back at him—then fell with a crisp intonation against the base of her left buttock—SMACK!

"Mmfff—shh—ouuuuuumfffhghghghgh!" she wailed, jerking and trying to kick her legs, to wriggle off his lap.  But his left arm had already curved round her slim satiny bare waist and was immobilizing her to her shameful fate.

Crackk!  The second spank flattened the base of the right buttock; Myrna uttered a strangled, stifled cry of rage and shame, and with all her might tried to wrench free of his hold, but in vain.

Two bright pink splotches outlined his palm where it had made such audacious, unpardonable, mortifying impact with her virgin bottom.

"Your skin is sensitive and marks beautifully, slave.  Let's continue the good work," he declared with a chuckle—and—Smack-Crack—two more stinging slaps visited her voluptuous naked posterior, one to each lower summit, making her stiffen, jerk, her hips convulsively swerving in her desperate attempt to evade this demeaning punishment.

His hand lingered on her naked behind where the fourth slap had fallen, and began to caress the palpitating, creamy flesh.

Wild with shame, the Amazonian redhead struggled over her unknown captor's lap; Jack Brandon by now was feeling rampantly virile, and no wonder: Myrna's lush long-legged, creamy sheened nudity thus bound and gagged and helplessly, ignominiously posed across his lap and the sight of her congested, tearstained face with cheeks bulging from the pear gag and the pinions at slim ankles and her wrists which were tied in front of her to prevent her in any way from interposing them between her condemned, naked, up reared and lasciviously reddening behind and his corrective palm had been enough already to whet his dominant passion to subjugate her to the Nth degree.  And the wild, sporadic wriggling’s against his loins had inevitably procured the violently arousing reaction of his fully erect weapon.  It was sweet torture to control the urge to halt her long-devised and complicated bondage discipline here and now and enjoy her unwilling virginity; but as a bondage expert, Jack knew how much more thrilling was the pleasure of anticipating her reactions as his program of punishment for her would progress.

Her superb height made this posing across his lap even more suggestive; Myrna's head was near the floor, her pump toes bore down on the floor from the other side, and the deep hollow of her beautifully sculptured back, the libidinous boldness of her tight spaced, spacious, firm oval bottom globes towards the intent, glittering gaze of his appreciative eyes, intoxicated him with this anticipation of mastering her into total servitude.

Meanwhile, infuriated by his fondling of her naked, squirming behind, Myrna Gentry desperately tried to fling herself off his lap, and all she accomplished was to thrill him as his left arm fitting round her warm satiny slim waist felt the delicious friction of her naked flesh, while her swerving, writhing bare hips let him taste the resilience and warmth of her smooth satiny skin with his right palm stroking the velvety cheeks of her contracting and shuddering bare bottom.  Moans, inarticulate groans and sobbing threats against his outrageous usurpation of her person emanated from the rubber pear gag, only augmenting his joy at having her so dominated and helpless.

His hand abruptly rose, fell vehemently, with a crisp intonation that sounded like a pistol shot; it flattened the plumpest inner curves of her bottom, right over the crease, and Myrna's head flung up, her eyes wild and glazing with tears as a shrill cry was wrenched from her muffled by the effective gag; on her lovely bottom, an angry, bright red splotch leaped up to testify to the vigor of that energetic spank.

"At last your sensitive flesh begins to feel something.  I had thought for a time you were enjoying your chastisement, young lady," he mocked the writhing, helpless debutante.  A second spank, even harder, decorated the upper right summit, and almost without pause he equalized the pattern on the other cheek.  Each time, Myrna's body stiffened, arched, then flattened, her legs tried to kick and loft, her pumps waggling till one fell off, and her stockinged toes clawed the air as his hand rested caressingly on the last place it had spanked and lingeringly stroked the palpitating, reddened bare flesh.

"Mf m fm f —a h —o uuuahahah—mffngngngngng!  " she moaned feverishly.

Now, tugging her closer to him with his pinioning and restraining left arm, and totally ignoring her cries first of rage, then pain and shame and real discomfort, Jack Brandon began to visit her upturned, squirming naked posterior with vigorous, stinging, noisy slaps, haphazardly landing them all over her behind so that the tortured heiress might have no chance to anticipate the next blow and thus intensify her resistance to the hot sting of the spanking.  Thirty-five quickly administered spanks left her bottom in a furious crimsoned state, his method being to leap from the upper right summit, to the base of her left buttock, thence over the crease a little higher up, then two successive spanks to the ripest curve of the left buttock, so that the heat was augmented violently against her nervous system.  Before fifteen of these, Myrna was crying like a little girl, far from being the haughtily insolent, poised socialite she had been when she had unwittingly entered this house of subjugation.

"There," he panted with a last vigorous spank that pressed down the inner edges of her buttocks just above the base and when the groove was sinuously broadened to expose the maddening glimpse of her thick-thatched soft pink-lipped Venus, "that will give you an idea of what you still have coming for being so argumentative and arrogant!"

"Mmfmfmfmahahahahouuuuuuuuu!!!" Myrna wailed feverishly at hearing this ominous threat; restlessly, her hips tossing, swerving, arching, lowering, writhing, the flaming oval globes set off all the more lewdly by the purple rosette garters he had affixed to her transparent, gauzy nylon hose and by the pale creamy purity of her beautifully hollowed back and upper thighs, she agitatedly moved over his lap, till his furiously aroused manhood rasped menacingly over her virgin loins.

Steeling himself, he ruthlessly shoved her off his lap, and Myrna ignominiously tumbled to the floor on her tender, burning bottom, emitting a yowl of pain as tears rivuleted down her contorted cheeks.

He squatted down before her, and put out his right hand towards her gagged mouth.  "Show me you've learned some humility by pressing the pear gag against your master's hand," he commanded.

"OHHHMFMFMFMFNGNGNGN!  AHAHAHHOUIRM!" Myrna furiously rejected, eyes wide with horror, blurred with great hot tears.

He chuckled, and yanked a sprig of dark-red love hair from the plump mons veneris; with a muffled yell, Myrna rolled over, presenting him with the entrancing sight of her blazing naked behind.  Laughingly, he pinched her inflamed buttocks several times till feverish wails and squeals indicated she might be more disposed to obedience.  Rolling her over to face him, he again held out his hand, and this time, the subdued, suffering naked heiress bobbed her head forward, the pear gag brushed his hand.