A New Life

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Two days after my first ever blow job and whilst sitting in my office alone and horny at work; considering having yet another wank, my phone rang. It rarely rang, so interested I pulled my thoughts away from a certain gentle mouth swallowing my c**k, back to the humdrum boredom of dealing with customer complaints. Instead of some irate client berating me, it was her! I recognized her voice the second she spoke, inside I felt elation rearing, things had been going well or at least I hoped that they had; now for the first time she had rung me at work. She had rung me, thundered in my mind, she rung me, the phrase repeated, my c**k reared up again displaying its undeniable interest in her.

“H-Hi.” Not the most inspiring greeting but it was all I could trust my voice to say right then.

“Thursday, seven-thirty, pick me up!” The phone disconnected; what the hell, I thought, Thursday evening seven-thirty she had said, it was a bit short on notice and lacked the social graces in its delivery, but there was no way that I wasn’t going to be there to pick her up. Little did I realize just then as my hand reached down to rub my aroused c**k, that it had begun, my indoctrination, my manipulation, my pathway to being stripped naked, kneeling on the floor before her and him had been started out on.

Thursday, seven-thirty arrived and like a good obedient boy I was standing outside of her front door, just about to climb the steps and ring the door bell when promptly to the second she opened the door. She looked down at me, smiled then she stepped out, closing the door behind her.

“Good-boy,” she said glancing at her watch. “I like promptness,” she added.

Where I was taking her hadn’t really crossed my mind, all I knew or cared about was that she had called me, and we were together again. One of the advantages of daddy owning the business I work in, besides that one day I would inherit it, was that I could draw a car of my choice from the company pool. So tonight instead of my motorcycle, I had arrived in a two year old rag topped, BMW. She seemed impressed, well slightly.

She stood on the pavement waiting; I had rounded the car and was just thinking about getting in, as the remote had unlocked the vehicle. That was when I first noticed her stationary pose and the slight look of distain on her face. Swiftly I put my mistake right, I ran, quite literally back around the car, stepping across her front to open the car door for her. The look of distain vanished thankfully, she even smiled slightly.

That was really the first time I had actually looked at her without arousal flooding my vision. She looked stunning, dressed in black tight fitting leggings, tucked into black calf length, highly polished boots with three inch black heels. He blouse was mostly hidden by a neat perfectly cut leather jacket, which complimented the rest of her outfit. Beneath it, I glimpsed as she slipped into the leather covered car seat, a silver colored blouse. I think she wore a belt of some dark material as well. I closed the car door and scooted around to the driver’s side, once there getting in quickly not wishing to keep her waiting one single second longer than I needed too.

“Where to, darling?” I asked her.

“Just drive!” She instructed.

She seemed to be preoccupied by something; I hoped that it was not anything that I had done! I drove, heading not into town but out of it, with no real idea where I was going. I turned left then right then left again, aimlessly but eventually I had a sort of idea so I headed along the main road, turning from it onto a smaller road, which led me through a village, and there in front of me was the pub. It was one of those quaint country places, you know the sort, real ale and pie and mash home cooking, but I hoped that it would do for the start of our date.

With the car parked and having decided to sit in the garden, which overlooked a rather dirty looking canal, I asked her what she would like to drink.

“Coke please.”

“Coke, what on its own, nothing in it?” I asked, finding the lack of alcohol unusual for her.

“I said coke, didn’t I! If I had wanted something in it I would have said!”

Shit, I thought, as I turned to go fetch the drinks, what the hell was the matter with her, whatever it was it had to be something important for her to be so deep in her thoughts. By the time I returned carrying the drinks on a small tray she looked less distant; she even smiled at me, whatever it was that had been troubling her was gone. She had decided what she was going to do apparently. She took the drink with a thank you and sipped at it, she glanced around to ensure that we were alone. We were and probably would remain so for a while, as there were very few cars parked up.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you, but you must understand that I will always say exactly what I expect of you, and please remember that I don’t like being questioned!” She hesitated; she looked into my face before she added, “By anyone, is that understood?”

I understood clearly, there was no way that I could not understand; she had made her thoughts quite clear to me. I replied with a nod and a half smile.

“When I ask or tell you something, I expect a reply, please!”

“Sorry, I mean, yes! I understand, always answer you, yes, I understand, Madam!” Things seemed to be going from bad to worse and I didn’t know why. She made me feel like a student in class, being informed by a teacher that my behavior was not acceptable to her. Whether she had intended to create that feeling in me I didn’t know then, but I sort of began to think that she had. Anyway she smiled one of her special smiles, the type that was easily comparable to a thousand candle power spotlight, it blasted out at you. Clearing away any annoyance or doubt, there was no way you could ever mistake the smiles meaning for anything but pleasure, or perhaps satisfaction on her part.

I found myself smiling back, not with the same radiance, but with genuine affection showing through. She reached under the table rubbing my leg, I could feel her fingers as they crept spider like up my thighs. At that rate her fingers would be groping my trousers front and there she would discover the erection I had growing beneath those trousers. Why or what exactly had turned me on I didn’t know, but something had and it wasn’t the smile. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I quite liked the way she sometimes spoke to me, using her authority filled voice, the demanding one and with her face held blank and her eyes sparkling to drive her words home.

“There are things I want to talk about, important things to me anyway, things that will affect the rest of our time together.” She sounded serious, which returned the confusion to my thoughts.

“There are things that you need to both understand and accept, if we are to move on as a couple!”

“Ok.” I answered without hesitation though my guts churned at the thought of losing her. “Shoot!” I had added.

“I want you to listen.” I looked up intending to speak, only to be silenced by her raised hand.

“I said listen, don’t speak, just sit there and listen, and do try to understand and not fidget!”

I nodded, wondering what was going to happen, what she was going to tell me, wondering if she was going to dump me, fearing that she was! She took a deep breath and then told me a story.

"I was in the last but one year at my private school, I told you my parents, well especially my step-father really, insisted that I go away to be educated. What daddy wants, daddy gets, so there I was an almost senior girl, just one amidst hundreds of other girls. Don’t get me wrong I loved my school, but by that time I was beginning to think that perhaps I was an adult.”

She chuckled as she looked back over her memory seeing herself in a more established light with more wisdom and age available. “I was soon going to find out that I wasn’t half as grown up as I liked to think myself.”

“Anyway three of us decided to sneak out of the play-ground as it was still called even by the seniors like me, into the bike sheds of all places!” She held her hand up to silence me again whilst looking into my face seeing the half smirk her story elicited from me by its contradictions.

“Don’t you dare laugh; I know how ridiculous it sounds but at the time it felt so, well, adult, especially as we went there to smoke illicit cigarettes. Inevitably we were caught, which meant being summoned to the Headmistress's office for a jolly good lecture.”

I suppressed my desire to smirk again at the tone she had used to say ‘jolly good lecture’, it was so out of character for the young woman that I was falling in love with. I realized that I had thought those dreaded three little words, the three words, thankfully in my head but still I had thought them. ‘In love with’, I thought that they were true, even accurate, but I was not experienced enough to know for sure, what I did know was that they felt right to me. I was falling in love with her, I repeated through my mind, yep it still felt right. She was talking again.

“So there I was, two weeks from the end of term, a senior and standing in front of Miss Hope’s desk, getting royally told off; just like a first year! Humiliated isn’t the word for how I felt right then and I didn’t like the feeling! I liked it even less when she opened her desk draw and removed a three foot long, twin tailed leather strap called a tawse. I accepted that I had broken the school rules, but I had never thought that I would get beaten for doing so, but obviously that was her intent as she stood up rounding the desk, letting that instrument dangle in front of me.”

“Six strokes of the tawse she told me, six the number burned through my mind, six strokes! Hold out you left had Janice, trembling I did as I was told, although the desire to race from her presence exploded in my mind. I held out my hand, extending it palm uppermost, gritting my teeth in anticipation of my pain to come. The strap whistled through the air, it came very fast and very hard and with an incredibly accurate stoke. The leather tips lashed against my offered up palm setting it on fire, I clutched the injured hand with my other, tears forming, I could not help myself, the pain was indescribable and there were five more to come!

"Anyway she ordered me to hold out my other hand and the thought of the pain it too was destined to receive from her churned my stomach, but I did as I was told. Soon both of my hands burned with a striped fire, and then she told me to bend over her desk! Then I understood, then I felt the fear as I bent my body forwards, having to inch my feet back. It was terrifying waiting for the strap to land, knowing that it would, and that there would be no leniency for me. She was really annoyed I knew, because she huffed and puffed telling me to ‘get on with it girl’ as I tried to delay the inevitable. Though little did I realize how much worse it was going to get for me.

"She laid the strap on the desk top next to me, which was a puzzle, for one second my heart floated, had she changed her mind? I soon discovered that far from a change of mind or heart, she was determined to make this strapping of my ass highly memorable, and not only for the pain it would impart to my skin. I felt my skirt being lifted and neatly folded up over my back revealing thankfully, that I was wearing school issue panties. Then to my utter horror and utter humiliation, she told me that these would never do, and her hands yanked my last barrier to modesty away from me. She pulled down, drawing my panties to my knees, baring my bottom for her intended punishment of me.

"Miss Hope stood behind my bent over, horribly revealed nakedness, looking I thought perhaps even contemplating the change from lily white to crimson red beneath the tender kiss of her strap, something that she would ensure happened swiftly.

“Well, miss, I hope that you are learning something?” She continued her lecture.

“I was but I said nothing as was appropriate and expected!”

She smiled at me. “I did not like being on the punishment end of discipline and I still had four strokes of that wicked looking pain giver to receive. She picked up the tawse about then, swishing it through the air, just letting me know what it sounded like. Then fire exploded, twin tails ripped into my bare bottom, thrashing across from right to left curling over and kissing in the most unpleasant way, against my thighs. I gasped like a landed fish gritting my teeth together for all I was worth, riding out the agony of that single lash.

She looked up at me searching my face for something; her fingers still crawling further up my thighs! Soon, I thought, realizing that she would know exactly what I was really feeling as she told me her tale of discipline, I still haven’t got a clue where this was all leading me or what she wanted me to understand by her tale, but I also didn’t want her to stop telling it to me or touching my thighs.

“The second stroke whipped in on the backhand, the b***h hardly gave me time to feel the first, before delivering the second! You should have seen me; I gulped air like a stranded fish. I wiggled my bottom and twitched, trying to ease the fire she had branded in to my flesh.”

I wished that I had been able to see her being thrashed; the mental image she created in my mind lit the fires of my desire in a way that I could not describe. I could almost envision her delightful coffee colored ass bucking before the vicious strokes of her vengeful headmistress’s tawse.

“Anyway she stopped then, letting me regain some level of composure, and I needed too, had she continued on with the third stroke as she had with the second, I was certain that I could not have remained bent over, and I believe that she understood my situation. After all, she must have had hundreds of naughty girls bent over her desk, so she had a wealth of experience to draw on. Stroke three arrived once I seemed to her to be back in control, I heard it whistling thorough the air, before I felt it scorching my already hot bottom.”

“It landed fair and square on the center of my left cheek, the tails stretched out reaching around my natural curve and bit harshly into my crease. The pain followed instantly, flowing across my skin, delving after the tips, setting my ass afire again. That left one last stroke to survive, and by now it felt much to me like survival. She back handed it much like number two had been delivered, but it like the previous one also bit into the center to my bottom cheek, this time the right one, and again the tips raced towards my crack exploding their final pain into me, with punishing effect.”

“I was right on the edge of bawling like a spoiled punished brat, and damn it, she knew it! You know, I wonder when I think about that punishment if she regretted not giving me six or so. Then she would have broken me and witnessed my humiliating tears. I was most assuredly glad that she stopped at four; two more like those I had already received would have been horrendous. She rounded the table and to my utter relief put the tawse into her desk draw as she sat down looking directly into my face.”

“I had not been told to move, nor did she intend to instruct me to. She looked at my face, seeing the effect mirrored there of her strapping of my bottom, and she waited. She waited until I could concentrate again, before she continued to tell me exactly what she intended for my immediate future. The b***h knew how to get to a girl, both with the strap and with her words. She sent me home! There was two weeks left of that term, and she sent me home with the threat of a letter going to my parents to explain why I had been sent home, all in full and explicit detail.”

“Finally, I got out of that room but not before suffering the humiliation of having to pull up my panties and over a much swollen bottom, then she watched me reseat my skirt, before curtseying to her and thanking her for my punishment. I left that room and shortly I left the school in the taxi she had called to take me to the train station.

"I had visions of her dictating the ‘letter’ and ordering her secretary to send it. What the hell my step dad and mom would make of my disgrace I didn’t know! Would she explain about my punishment, I sure hoped that she did because otherwise I might be in line for another dose, once the letter arrived.”

“That train trip was nearly as bad as the punishment itself, I sat for the whole time thinking of nothing else but my parent’s fast approaching disapproval of me, and what might happen once they knew the reason I was home early. I can tell you that sitting in a train carriage, which insists on bumping over every inch of the trip, whilst having a soundly thrashed bottom all laced with burgeoning strap marks, was not conducive to relaxation.”

Then to my disgust she changed the whole tone and direction of the conversation, simply by asking me a question. For a second I didn’t respond still being enraptured by the mental images her tale of naughtiness had created in my mind.

“You work for your father, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes!” I looked up feeling her fingers gently caressing my very erect c**k through my trousers, s**t if she carried on I would be shooting off right here and now! She was smiling at me seemingly pleased by what she had discovered.

“Yes I do,” I repeated, with more stability to my voice whilst wondering why she wanted to know. More importantly I wondered how she knew at all as I hadn’t told her what I did for a living, and certainly I had not said that I worked for my dad.

“Do you have an office, a secretary or…” She let her inquiry hang. I nodded before realizing that she didn’t like physical responses to questions, only verbal answers.

“A secretary, I wish, but I do have an office of sorts, it’s a tad on the small side, well more of a broom cupboard compared to Dad’s, but it suites me fine!”

“I want you to take me to your office; I will make it worth your while, because you see there is a lot more to the story than I have told you so far! I think you will enjoy hearing the rest even more than you appear to have enjoyed hearing the beginning.”

“More! My office!” Her fingers were driving me insane, I decided instantly, without thought, based on her promise to explain. I decide I would give her the full tour, I would take the opportunity to show off a little about what we did, and then I would take her to my office to hear the rest of her tale. Decided, I said to her, “Sure, why not, we can go now if you would like, I have the keys so will now do, my love.” The whine was annoyingly back in my voice at least to my ears, the little boy eager to get his c**k rubbed off whine and a story to listen to as well. Perfect, what a night, what a girlfriend, at least I wasn’t being dumped!

“Yes, now, my little boy, right now will be perfect,” she said; I believed that she too could hear the whine in my voice judging from how she had spoken to me when she had accepted my invitation! So we left the pub and I drove to the factory. George, the gateman, waved me through, I had told her to crouch down low into the foot-well, as I was not supposed to bring people in at night or for that matter at any time if the truth be told.

She looked quite cute all balled up on the floor. George just waved and I was much relived, even as the boss’s son, I would have had difficulties explaining Jan’s presence in the floor well, but all went right and we were in.

Unknown to me then was that night was going to become very special in my life, it was if I thought back the real point, the real beginning of a new and radically different life for me. That night would define my reason to exist and set forth my role into Jan’s eyes permanently. That night was the real beginning of the rest of my life and I did not know it then.