The Owned Girl

Chapter One-3

She was leaning back against Matthew, slightly askew, her head to one side of his, so that he looked down on her, not with as good of view as I had, but able to see pretty much where her hand was and how it moved. She pushed two fingers into her cunt and moved them around then pulled them out. I could see how wet they were with her juices. She spread the lubrication across the lips of her cunt, and then pulled them upwards to expose her clit, and delicately spread the slipperiness over the little bud.

Every woman has her own method for m**********n. Some use one finger, some two, some the whole hand. Some rub the clit hard, some barely touch it, circling around. Some penetrate themselves, with a finger or with some other object; some do not. Some manipulate a n****e while they rub their clits. Some stick a finger in their ass. Some do it on their backs, some on their fronts, some kneeling. Whatever floats your boat.

Beth went at it with some seriousness. I watched as she rubbed the middle finger of her right hand against the side of her clit. I thought that maybe she was too sensitive to touch it directly; some women are like that, scarcely able to bear any friction against the clit itself. I saw that her other hand went up under her shirt and bra, pinching the n****e. She was staring at me, but I don’t know if she really saw me. Her expression showed rapt concentration. Matthew had a little smile on his face, somewhat quizzical, as if he was waiting for me to do something. And suddenly I knew what it was.

‘Stop!’ I said to Beth. ‘That’s enough.’

‘What?’ she said. Her finger continued its work.

‘I said that’s enough. Stop immediately.’

She stared at me sulkily. ‘That’s not fair,’ she said.

‘Fair?’ I snapped. I felt a sudden surge of s****l aggression. ‘We’ll decide what’s fair.’

‘Well, I’ve got my opinion,’ she continued.

‘Come here,’ I said firmly.

Reluctantly she got to her feet and shuffled towards me. I grabbed hold of her and half-threw her down over my knee. I held her down with one hand and pulled up her skirt, then started smacking her bottom as hard as I could. Beth let out a wail and struggled. I’m not a muscular girl, and I couldn’t hold her. She broke free. Matthew got to his feet and caught her. He pulled her over to the kitchen table and forced her across it face down. He lay across her back, pinning her to the table, and then pulled up her skirt once more.

‘Punish her,’ he said to me.

I went to a drawer and pulled out a wooden spatula. I positioned myself behind Beth, measured the distance and brought the implement down sharply across her bare behind. She squealed. She tried to kick out with her legs, but I easily evaded them.

I hit her again, then again, continuing until the cheeks of her bottom were flushed pink.

‘She needs something more severe,’ Matthew said. ‘Take off my belt.’

I reached underneath him, unbuckled his belt and slid it free. I doubled it, took a firm grip and lashed it smartly across Beth’s rump. She cried out.

‘That’s more like it,’ said Matthew. ‘Keep doing it until she shuts up and stops struggling.’

My blood was up. I’d never spanked anyone before, never had the urge, but now I wanted to break her resistance. I wanted her to acknowledge my authority over her, concede my power. And I also wanted to please Matthew, to be his accomplice in bringing this bratty but pretty girl to heel. The pink flush on her buttocks was now overlaid with a series of red welts, some of which were already starting to turn a dark shade of purple. I continued lashing her with the belt until Beth’s cries of protest were replaced by a quiet sobbing, and she had stopped kicking. In those days I didn’t know too much about subspace, but that was undoubtedly what she had entered.

At last I set the belt down. I was breathing hard. I knew that I was wet between my legs and I could see that Beth was too. Her cunt was just visible, and it glistened with moisture. I put my hand to it, pushing my fingers inside her. Then I pulled them out and sought her clit. I started to rub her the way she had rubbed herself, just against the side of the clit. She gasped. I kept doing it.

‘Matthew will tell you when you may come,’ I said. I went a little faster. She moaned.

‘Please, oh please, may I come, sir?’ she pleaded.

‘Not yet,’ Matthew said.

I continued. Beth was making little whimpering noises.

‘Come now,’ Matthew said. ‘Come for your owners, little girl.’

And she did, just like that, her hips shaking and grinding into the table as she went ‘oh, oh, oh.’

Matthew got to his feet. ‘Stay there,’ he said to Beth.

She lay across the table, breathing deeply. Matthew went out and came back with his camera. He took several pictures of her beaten bottom.

‘I shall use these pictures to remind you, if I need to, of what happens to disobedient and recalcitrant little girls,’ Matthew said. ‘Do you understand?’

‘Yes, sir,’ she mumbled.

‘You can stand up now,’ I said to her kindly.

She got to her feet. I put my arms around her and hugged her.

‘Please will you make me your good little girl?’ she whispered to me.

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I promise.’

Later she told me that in the past she always had a lot of trouble completing an orgasm, but that she never wanted to come so much in her life as when I m*********d her. I said that if she was a good girl, and I was sure she wanted to be, that I was certain she would be allowed more orgasms in future. But, I said, not wanting to relinquish the dominance I had achieved, you may have to work hard for them; or at least deserve them in some other way.