A perfectly ordinary looking suburban living room albeit one that shows little feminine influence. There are no unnecessary frills and the only decorations are a couple of photographs and the odd golfing trophy and a couple of certificates of commendation from the ruling party. It is obviously the home of an older man living alone. And yet there is a girl here, a very pretty young girl in fact. She might easily be a niece or a granddaughter were it not for the fact that she is almost completely naked, wearing only a pair of tan stockings, a suspender belt and dark pumps. The gap between the top of her stockings and the suspender belt frames a neatly trimmed darkish bush. She is not wearing a bra and her big tits hang heavier at the bottom than the top. They are clearly authentic. She looks very unhappy.
A man sits in an armchair. The owner of the property obviously. He is in his early sixties and by contrast he has a very self-satisfied look on his face. He is eating a meal that the girl has just served him. After serving him she kneels down at the side of rug staring into space.
Reg is enjoying a home-cooked meal for the first time in a while. Normally it is takeaways or meals in the staff canteen. She hasn’t done a bad job, all things considered. But even more than the pleasures of good cooking, he is enjoying the thrilling sensation of having this beautiful young woman entirely under his control. Once he has finished eating she will clear his plate and attend to the washing up. She will attend to this meticulously because she knows that the threat of the cane is genuine. She has been here barely a day and yet she knows that he is a man to be reckoned with. Reg has never been married but this is pretty close to how he imagines married life to be: a dutiful and obedient woman who attends to his every need, not mention the promise of what nightime will bring. The blowjob she has just given him was very enjoyable but it has been some time since Reg visited a Social Counselor and the evening’s events have very definitely put him in the mood. He feels his erection returning.
Laura busies herself with the chores that he set her. They are a good way of distracting herself from memories of what has just happened and no doubt of what is to come. The spanking and the belting were just awful. He has threatened her with the cane if she fails in any of her tasks. It actually sounded like a promise, as if he were doing her a favour “ a girl needs a regular touch of the cane, it does her the world of good” he had told her. She is under no illusion that he will cane her at some stage. The sick old fucker would probably enjoy every minute of it too. She has never been caned. She knows that it will be at least as bad as the belting, possibly worse as her bottom is already red raw from her earlier punishments. No, if she can somehow avoid the cane, at least for tonight, that would be a small mercy. So, she cooks him an excellent meal even though his kitchen is hardly well equipped, and she leaves the pots and pans spotlessly clean before attending to the kitchen floor. She is virtually naked while doing all of this so grease from the frying pan stings and she is occasionally splashed with hot water from the sink but either of these seem preferable to the cane. One thing she feels fairly confident about is that she has evaded the worst. He is
an old man and there is simply no way after being sucked off like that that he will be in the mood for anything else. She must have swallowed a week’s supply in one go. She consoles herself with the thought that she will remain a virgin for at least one more night and, who knows, she may find a way of contacting her parents and have them rescue her in the meantime.
While Laura is busy in the kitchen, Reg takes out a little blue pill and swallows it down with his beer.
Laura comes back into the living room and asks him if there is anything else he requires.
“No, my dear” he replies. “time for bed I think”
The words fill her with terror. Surely he cannot mean that but to her surprise he escorts her to the bathroom. Earlier he had watched her in the toilet while she peed. Now, he wants to supervise her taking a shower. He insists on only cold water, says it’s good for the character. She shivers under its icy spray but gains some comfort in the thought of cleaning off the remnants of this horrific day. Then he insists on towelling her naked body down with a rough old linen towel taking every opportunity to rub her most intimate parts.
“There we are, all nice and dry. Let me show you to your sleeping quarters” His tone is odd, it is rather like he is a host rather than someone who has just beaten her so mercilessly. Yet there is something deeply incongruous in the sight of a shivering naked young woman being escorted by a fully clothed older man, especially since her bottom is covered in angry red blotches.
The room is drab. The wallpaper is old-fashioned and looks to be peeling. A single lightbulb hangs from the roof. There are large damp patches on the ceiling. A small bedside cabinet and an old wireframed bed is the only furniture. There is a thin mattress, one pillow and a rough woollen blanket. Laid out on the bed is a silky black negligee.
“Put it on” he says.
It just about fits but barely conceals her pussy. There are no knickers to go with it. The top is low cut and has a lace up frontpiece. This really accentuates her boobs. She might as well be wearing nothing. In fact, if anything she feels more naked in this outfit than if she were completely nude. The only function of this garment is to turn a woman into an object of sexual desire. It is the sort of thing that feminists and the regime are strangely in agreement about. Under the feminists, there sale was banned completely as ‘demeaning to women’s dignity’. Now only married women are permitted to own such items, and can only wear them with their husband’s permission.
“Very well my dear, we have a very long day ahead of us and I have a few things to attend to so I will bid you good night.”
He closes the door and she hears the sound of the key turning. She wonders how she can get to the bathroom in the night and then sees the ceramic potty under the bed. She is clearly here for the duration, a prisoner to all intents and purposes. She is relieved firstly that he hasn’t made good on his threat to cane her and secondly that he showed no apparent interest in screwing her, despite the sexy outfit she is wearing. She gets into bed and shivers with the nightime cold. She desperately tries to fall asleep but every time she does so her mind is flooded with images of what has just taken place.
Reg is downstairs having a brandy and smoking his pipe. This is his usual night time ritual. He usually turns in around 9:30. He mulls through in his mind all the things he has planned for tomorrow. He had made a good start. The girl clearly fears him. There will be no question of her obedience. Still, he will push her to her limits over the next few days. That is what discipline is all about, after all. He remember that much from the training that they provided him. He also remembered what they had told him about ‘the sexual element’ as they rather drily called it.
The authorities recognised that although the scheme was formulated with the most noble motives they had to allow for human weakness. Some gentlemen may be tempted to take advantage of the power they had over a girl. This was to be neither encouraged or condoned but the authorities realised that some girls could be very enticing. Provided that any activity which took place was one which re-inforced the message of male superiority that the scheme was intended to inculcate certain activities might be permitted. It was all a rather long-winded way of saying that the man must be in control at all times. There must be no sense that he is susceptible to her feminine charms. He could derive a certain satisfaction from the act but she should not.
Laura had finally fallen into a deep dreamless sleep. She stirred at the sound of the key turning in the door. She woke suddenly when he turned on the bedroom light. He was wearing his pyjamas and had a cane in his hand. He sat down on the bed which creaked under his weight. He peeled back the blanket to reveal her lingerie clad body.
Her body tensed in terror. Did he intend on caning her or…..?
“What an absolutely smashing girl” Reg thought to himself once again, as he lifted up the hem of her nightdress to reveal first her pussy, then her belly and finally her spectacular tits. He should appreciate them in their currently unblemished state. He toyed with them for a while, tweaking the nipples and squeezing the soft boob meat. Then growing impatient he forced her legs apart. Laura made no protest but he body went limp.
Like most young women she had wondered and fantasised about her first time. A handsome man would sweep her off her feet and only when she felt completely safe with him would she allow him to gently caress her body and ease her into that most intimate of acts. There would be lots of affection and mutual respect, each would be attentive to the other’s comfort and pleasure.
She felt the weight of his body on her. He was heavy and she was struggling to breathe. He smelt of stale sweat, alcohol and pipe tobacco. Then a sharp sensation as his stiff prick intruded into her vagina.
The bed creaked as he screwed her. From time to time he would play with big tits. Then he would return to pumping at her with increased vigour.
She felt nauseous. It was even worse than she could possibly imagine. The only thing she could do was to get through it. But then something strange happened a sensation rippled through her almost pain, almost pleasure. The another one even more intense before a wave them shot through her causing her to arch her back and stiffen up.
Reg kept on pounding at her impassively, apparently unaware of what was taking place. Concerned only with his pleasure he tried different positions to obtain the maximum pressure and intensity catching the internal bones with the top of his dick.
This really had an effect. A wave of climax once again shot through her before she slumped again.
Reg grunted and carried on pounding her pussy until he reached his own climax. Then without saying anything he got up, turned off the bedroom light and locked the door.
In the bedroom, Laura lay on the bed exhausted physically and mentally. Her cunt was sore and sticky with a combination of her juices and his cum. The off white bedsheet was stained with a red patch, evidence that she had indeed been a virgin.
Her only consoling thought was that now surely the worst was over. Still, Laura sobbed inconsolably.