Chapter 6. Reading lesson
The evening was spent sitting around by the fire in their dressing gowns
watching TV and talking. For much of the time Vernon fondled and suckled Mary's
breasts. For her part Mary, when instructed fondled and suckled Vernon' cock but
after the earlier exertions it didn't get more than half hard. Still the
experience was pleasant enough and it was a great feeling to have her kneeling
between his legs with her mouth around his cock just because he had ordered her
to do it.
Around nine o'clock Vernon decided to try something different. "You proved you
can type and do shorthand but can you read?"
The question puzzled Mary and she was uncertain as to where this was leading.
"Yes? I read the documents you gave me didn't I?"
"I mean read out loud Mary. Read stories. Read them with passion and emphasis.
Not just mouthing a monologue of words."
Still uncertain as to where this was leading, Mary said she used to read to her
mother when she was ill.
"Well slave girl, you are going to have to do that again now for my benefit."
Vernon rummaged in a case in the bedroom and returned with a paperback book with
a lurid cover. A Silver Moon book. A BDSM book.
"I told you back home that one of the reasons for offering you this way of
paying for your crime was because I had a fantasy interest in bondage and in
particular with corporal sexual punishment. These sort of books stimulated these
fantasies and while I know that some of the punishments described are wildly
exaggerated they have provoked many a good hard-on when I have been on my own.
Now as part of your retribution agreement, I want you to read passages out loud
to me while we both lie naked in bed. Perhaps later we will enact some of the
scenes." He thumbed through a few pages and handed Mary the book at open at a
page describing how a young girl was set upon by two youths as she walked
through a deserted park.
Mary's face was a picture of horror as she glanced down the page. "I couldn't
read this. Its disgusting. Revolting. Please don't make me."
"You can read it. You will read it and you will read it as though you are really
there. And if you don't....." Vernon lifted the back of her dressing gown and
gave her tender bum a none too gentle slap.
"Ooowww!" that hurt. "Why did you do that? Didn't you beat that area hard enough
already."
"You've only been here a day and a half and in that time you have changed
considerably from the shy prurient woman of last weekend. You have received a
lot of pain and some pleasure too. That's what BDSM is all about pain and
pleasure combined. I'll admit that yesterday was not the ideal way to introduce
you to the pleasures of BDSM, it really was a punishment and meant to be. In
future hopefully the pain levels will not be as severe but the pleasure levels
will be greater. I have twelve days more in which to explore the possibilities
and explore them I will. Now get into the bed and start reading. At least
reading will not cause any pain. Embarrassment and humiliation perhaps but not
pain. There will only be pain if you do not read!"
They sat together in bed, Vernon's right arm around Mary's back with his right
hand manipulating her right nipple. His left hand fondled and squeezed her left
tit. Mary was already becoming aroused. She hesitantly began to read, then as
her confidence and arousal grew she became more fluent and added more emphasis
to the words, just as he had asked.
The rape scene was described in full graphic detail. The terrified girl was
repeatedly penetrated anally, orally and virginally by their massive cocks. Four
and a half pages later when the girl had been left naked on the grass to find
her on way home, Mary felt herself become very horny. The text had turned her
on. I was not unlike some of her dream rapes. Her fantasy rapes formed in the
night when she was alone in bed. The books she read were nowhere near as graphic
and would have covered the whole episode in less than a page.
Vernon's left hand had forsaken her tit in favour of her cunt. Massaging the
labial lips produced a copious flow of moisture. Mary's left hand, slid down
Vernon's body and lightly stroked his near hard cock until fully rigid and
rampant. "Fuck me," she cried. She was getting used to using the fuck word
especially as it had occurred several times in the book text. In no time at all,
they were rutting away like a couple of animals in heat. This time she didn't
care that she felt each of his thrust as a pain in the arse. It all helped bring
her to a higher level of orgasm.
Lying together after a short recovery period, Vernon started to explore Mary's
feelings on the rape scene and why she was so aroused by it. "I think you
actually enjoyed the story, didn't you?" he asked.
"Yes and no," she replied. "I liked the way the girl was forced to have sex. She
didn't have to make the decision herself but behind it all I could feel a little
of her terror and torment. Yesterday you sort of raped me but in a way that was
very different. I knew you, or at least I have for the past few days. I trusted
you not to cause me any real harm whereas the girl was attacked by strangers who
could easily have killed her in the most horrific way. That is fine for fiction.
Reality would be very different. The descriptions of the different sex acts
stimulated me and I think you too, partly because they were unreal. However good
the text and graphic descriptions they would pale into insignificance if one saw
it happen for real. Then I think it would be a turn off. My imaginary rape by
you on the footpath at home was fictionalized like that and if it had actually
happened I now believe I would have been severely traumatised. Probably I would
now be in an institution under going psychiatric treatment or at least
undergoing conselling." Mary finished her discourse. She amazed herself. A week
ago she was never close enough to anyone, not even her mother, to reveal her
feelings like that.
An arm snaked behind Mary's back and pulled her close. They kissed. "As I said
before Mary, one reason I wanted you here as a sex slave was to try and find out
how close we could get to the fiction of BDSM without the pain being a turn-off.
Some pain seems good, like just now when we were fucking, I could see you wince
every time I rammed my cock fully in but that pain also seemed to turn you on.
Correct?"
"Yes, it did," she whispered.
"We'll explore that more another day." Vernon turned out the light. They
snuggled close and drifted into sleep.
Mary, always an early riser was up first and re-lit the fire which had gone out
before making tea and getting the pan ready for bacon. As if he smelled the tea
being made, Vernon awoke. "Morning Mary, what's the weather going to be like
today?"
"I didn't put the wireless on in case it woke you but its not raining but its
somewhat misty. That could clear later."
"If it does, we'll put in a few walking miles. Let's see if your arse is up to
it. Show me."
Mary lifted the back of the dressing gown. Her arse was still very colourful
although some of the tawse marks were fading to a greenish yellow. The stripes
from the cane were still vivid. Pressing the still tender flesh he noted she
only flinched when he pressed on of the sorest stripes. He remarked, "You'll
live. Perhaps the exercise will help. Anyway we can't leave until I've washed,
shaved and heard from Stuart. Would you like to make up some sandwiches and a
flask of Ribena to take with us?"
Nine o'clock the phone rang. Once again Vernon was in the bathroom and Mary
answered it in her sing-song voice, "Good morning, Mr. Rocher's secretary
speaking. How can I help you?"
"Good morning, Mr. Rocher's secretary," Sonja sang back, "And who is Mr.
Rocher's secretary these days?"
"Mary Curtis, ma'am." Mary blurted out her name without thinking.
"Not THE Mary Curtis who .....? But of course it must be. The dirty old devil!"
Mary heard Sonja almost talking to herself at the other end of the line.
"This is Sonja, is Vernon available or have you worn him out?" Laugher followed
her comment.
Mary couldn't help blushing but answered calmly, "Yes. I recognised your voice
Sonja. Vernon is just coming out of the bathroom now. Here he is."
"Morning Sonja, you're in earlier today! How's things?"
"I'm here early because I haven't been home. Had to spend the night on the floor
with Stuart!"
"Ooooh very cosy"
"Not very," Sonja laughed, "Stuart finished the corrections about 3 a.m. then
had run the programme a few times to check it We didn't get our heads down till
after five a.m. and by then we were dead tired and just went to sleep - and
there isn't much room on the office cushions for two people!"
"You'll survive Sonja, and live to talk about it for months to come. Is the
speaker phone on?"
"Yes, and Stuart is listening."
"Well done Stuart, and you too Sonja. Thanks for every thing. Is everything okay
for the demo now?"
"Stuart's part is. He has only to make back-up copies and the like.
Unfortunately, the way the programme runs now is much different to the computer
presentation I put together and I must spend this morning re-vamping and
re-making it. Perhaps now it's my turn to have Stuart as my gopher? I really
could do with someone fetching me coffee and croissants."
"What do you say Stuart?"
"Anything for a quiet life! But she is right, the presentation does need
altering and I can help with the scans as well as being the coffee maker."
"Sonja, I hate to ask this, and it is not that I don't trust your judgement but
could you or rather would you bring your presentation here so I can see it
please? I know its a long way and if you say no I won't hold it against you but
if you can then I would like to see it."
"Okay, if I can get it done in time to get there in daylight, I hate those
narrow lanes in the dark. And then I will get to meet your would be rapist! I
know Stuart wants to get to the football this afternoon so his help will speed
things up."
"Thanks Sonja. We look as though we will be able to get a few miles of walking
in today but if we are not back, Mrs. Harris will either entertain you or let
you in. We will be back long before dark unless something untoward happens. Hope
to see you later then. Bye." Vernon replaced the phone. "We may have some
company tonight," he said to Mary, "Sonja hopes to get here and show us her
presentation for he computer programme."
"Will she stay the night?"
"Yes, it will be late afternoon before she arrives and she will not drive around
here in the dark."
"Will she sleep in your bed?" Vernon noted a hint of anxiety and jealousy in her
voice.
"I expect so," Vernon replied, "it won't be the first time."
"So I had better make the bed up in the other room for myself."
Vernon laughed. "No, I don't think that will be necessary. There's room for
three and I doubt if Sonja will mind. And you, my little slave girl don't have a
choice." Seeing she was shocked by this he gave her a quick kiss on the
forehead. "Now get ready to go out, the mist seems to be lifting but I don't
think it will be a day for walking over the tops. The mist could come back very
quickly."
"She knows who I am, Vernon. She knows. She knows what I did! I can't face her.
Why did you tell her?"
"I didn't tell her I had offered you this alternative to court action but she
initially liaisoned with Mr. Rodrick when I was still planning legal action. I
only told her I had dropped the charges. You can meet her. You will face her and
she will certainly see what I have done to you. If it embarrasses you then
consider it part of the retribution. Sonja will probably be more interested than
offended. Now get changed, we are going out."
