Enslaving Laurie f/F Bnd by Laura Davis
My name is Laurie Harmon and I'm an investigator assigned to the district attorney in Hampton County. I'm twenty-three years old and I just joined the DA's office after just two years on the police force in Springfield. On the 20th of May I was sent to investigate complaints of abuse at Hampton Hall, a private school for girls located in the northeast corner of the county. The DA had received a series of anonymous letters that claimed the girls were being abused by the staff. I did some research before going out to the school. First, I confirmed that our state allows corporal punishment in the schools. The final decision is up to the board of education in each district. Private schools, like Hampton Hall, make their own decision. The only requirement is that each parent must sign a consent form. I made a note to check consent forms on file at Hampton Hall. My research on Hampton Hall indicated that it had a good reputation. It specialized in problem girls, girls who'd gotten in trouble elsewhere, girls whose parents couldn't handle them. Rich girls. The school claimed a 100% graduation rate and their brochure claimed that 97.5% of their graduates went on to college. Tuition was a staggering $27,000 in 1998. I couldn't find a newer brochure at the library but I was certain it had gone up over the past few years. I discussed my findings later that day with Harry Carson, a fellow investigator and my current lover. We were in the hot tub on the back deck of his house. Harry lives out in the county, n ten acres of land surrounded on three sides by state-owned woodlands. Harry's thirty-five and ruggedly handsome. I was straddling his lap with his long, thick cock buried to the hilt in my cunt. He was fondling my small, firm breasts while I described my findings. I was finding it very hard to concentrate and finally gave up trying. Later, in the kitchen I took up where I'd left off. Harry was wearing jeans and a t-shirt but I was still naked. He likes me naked and I like being naked when he's watching. I'm tall and slender and I have a nice, athletic figure (read: small boobs) and long nice legs. My hair is black, my eyes are brown, and I have a smooth olive complexion. I'm on the borderline between attractive and pretty. At 5' 7", I'm a full head shorter than Harry. When I finished outlining my research Harry shrugged and said, "Looks like you've covered it. I've never been out there so I don't have anything to add. What time are you leaving in the morning." "About 6:00. I want to get there before classes begin." I was up and showered before Harry stirred. I dressed carefully, bypassing my usual man-tailored shirt and jeans. I put on my sexiest French lingerie - lacy silk bra (34b) and matching thong panties. Then a pair of white thigh highs and a sheer white silk blouse. Finally I put on my one good suit, a gray Armani with a short skirt that showed a lot of thigh when I was seated. I arrived at Hampton Hall shortly before 7:00 a.m. The school secretary ushered me right in to Ms. Hunter's office. Ms. Hunter was the headmistress and had been for almost six years. She was an attractive blonde in her late thirties. We discussed the situation and she gave me a thick folder containing copies of the consent forms signed by the parents. "We have 634 students and you'll find 634 valid consent forms in there. You have complete access. I've assigned a student to escort you anywhere you want to do and I've arranged an appointment with Ms. Jackson, our dean, at 10:00 a.m. She's in charge of discipline. Ah, here's your escort." I turned and saw a beautiful blonde girl standing in the doorway. Ms. Hunter waved her in and made the introductions. "Ms. Harmon, this is Jenny Stark. Jenny, this is Ms. Harmon. She's an investigator with the district attorneys office." We shook hands and Jenny sat down. Ms. Hunter smiled at her before continuing. "Jenny will show you around and answer your questions. She's a senior and has been with us for the full four years. She's scheduled for punishment at 10:00 and you'll be able to witness it. If there 's anything else you need just call me." It was a clear dismissal so Jenny and I got up and left. The school uniform was a crisp white blouse, a gray skirt, gray or white knee socks. and black penny loafers. Jenny was a stunningly beautiful girl with blue eyes, a perfect peaches-and-cream complexion, and long world-class legs. She was about 5' 10" and had a very nice figure. We turned left and walked slowly down the hall while Jenny outlined the school's history. Her voice was soft and musical and I detected a slight trace of a southern accent. We glanced into every room we passed. The students were quiet and attentive. We continued on outside and watched a PT class playing soccer. There were three games going on simultaneously. I asked Jenny if she played. She grinned and said, "Yes, I'm on the varsity soccer, basketball, and lacrosse teams." I returned her smile. "Why are you being punished today?" She glanced down at the ground and blushed. "I got caught kissing another girl." She gave me a quick look and when I didn't respond she continued, her voice soft. "It was a dare. Kate's a teammate and everyone knows she's a lesbian. A couple of the kids dared me to kiss her at practice. I did and I got caught. Now everyone thinks I'm gay too." "Are you?" It just slipped out and I could have bitten my tongue off. She suprised me by grinning. "Yes, but I didn't want anyone to know." "So what's your punishment going to be?" Her smiled disappeared. "Twenty strokes with a cane. On my bare butt." We continued on, reentering the main building by a different door. We went up to the second floor and visited several classrooms, sitting in the back to listen for a few minutes in each room. Then we visited one of the dorms where students lived 3 and 4 to a room. The rooms were spacious and clean. We visited Jenny's room and she sat down on her bed. I sat across from her and we talked for a few minutes. "I was a real bitch when I got her. Totally out of control. I was punished almost every day for the first couple of months. And then I realized that they weren't going to change so I' d have to change or continue to be spanked almost every day." I watched her while she talked and suddenly I realized that I was very attracted to her. It was a shock because I'd never been attracted to another woman. Jenny was adorable. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to stroke her sleek, bare thighs. Even her knees were pretty! I wondered why she wasn't in New York, making a fortune modeling. I didn't realize I asked the question aloud until she smiled and said, "I was a model when I was thirteen and fourteen. That's what caused my problems. My parents sent me here to get me out of that environment." She shrugged, "I hated it at first but I'd probably be dead now if they hadn't sent me here." She glanced at her watch. "Oh, shit! It's almost 10. Let's go. I' ll get ten extra strokes if I'm late." We arrived at Ms. Jackson's office with seconds to spare. Ms. Jackson was a slim brunette in her early forties. Jenny introduced us and then Ms. Jackson escorted us into the punishment room. She explained that allowable punishments ranged from five strokes with a paddle to thirty strokes with a cane. "All students have periodic physical exmainations and they are seen by the nurse immediately following punishment." The punishement room was a small, bare room with a single table on one side of the room and a padded vauting horse on the other. "We use the horse when students require restraints. Jenny was very familiar with the horse when she first arrived." She glanced at Jenny and said, "Get ready." We watched as Jenny walked over to the table. She lifted her skirt and tucked it into her waistband. Then she lowered her cotton panties down to her knees before leaning over the table, supporting herself on her forearms. Her ass was as beautiful as the rest of her body. Ms. Jackson selected a cane and aproached the table. I stood to one side and watched. Jenny grunted as the first blow landed. By the third she was whimpering in pain, by the fifth she had tears streaming down her face. Each blow resulted in a loud " owwwww"! By the tenth she was sobbing like a baby, screaming as each blow landed. Her ass was red and crisscrossed with welts. After twenty she sraightened up slowly, sobbing as she reached back to touch her sore bottom. After a moment Ms. Jackson said, "Go and kneel in the corner. Put your clothes in the closet." I watched in silence as Jenny removed everything but her blue knee socks. She walked over and opened a hidden closet and hung her things on hangers. Then she walked over to the far corner and got down on her knees. She laced her hands behind her neck and crossed her ankles, her knees spread for balance. Ms. Jackson glanced at me. "She'll stay there until she's regained her composure. Then she'll go to the nurse." She paused then asked if I'd seen enough. I nodded. "Yes, I think I have. Your punishments can be harsh but I don't think they constitute abuse." She smiled. "Is that it then?" I shook my head. "There's one more thing." I paused and glanced at Jenny. She was still crying softly. I took a deep breath. "I want to experience the same thing Jenny just went through. For my report, of course." Ms. Jackson smiled and nodded. "Of course. Let me get a release for you to sign." She left and returned a moment later with the form. I signed it and she set it aside. "Please prepare yourself Ms. Harmon. I think you'd better hang everything in the closet. Tears might stain the silk." I walked to the closet and slowly undressed, hanging each item carefully on a separate hanger. I slipped off my pumps but left my thigh highs on. I walked back to the table, blushing as Ms. Jackson calmly surveyed my nude body. My nipples hardened in the cool air and my breasts bounced gently with each step. She directed me into the proper position and then she whipped me with a fresh cane. I heard the swish and then experienced an incredible jolt of pain, worse than anything I'd ever felt in my life. It felt as if I'd been branded! I wanted to stop it right there but I was too stubborn. I started to cry immediately and I was sobbing hysterically by the sixth stroke. Ms. Jackson paused and asked me if I wanted her to stop. I wanted her to stop but I shook my head and whispered, "No! Finish it. No matter what I say after this." I screamed as each stroke landed. After three or four more I began to beg for mercy. I begged her to stop but she ignored me. I took the full twenty. I was sobbing like a baby when I dropped to my knees next to Jenny. Jenny left a few minutes later. I spent nearly thirty minutes on my knees before I calmed down. Ms. Jackson escorted me to the nurse's office. It was two doors down the hall. She had me remove my stockings and put them in the closet. Then she held my arm in a firm grip and walked me down the hall. I was nude and girls were hurrying between classes so the hallway was crowded. It was totally humiliating but I realized it was very effective. Not many girls would want to make that walk a second time. Jenny was long gone when I entered the nurse's office. She had me stretch out face-down on an exam table. She rubbed some anesthetic cream on my sore butt and the pain started to fade almost immediately. Then she had me stand up while she listened to my heart and lungs. Finally, she took my temperature. With a rectal thermometer. She dipped it in Vaseline and I blushed as she spread my buttocks and slipped the thermometer into my bottom. My temperature was 99 degrees. The hall was empty when the nurse walked me back to Ms. Jackson's office. I got dressed under Ms. Jackson's watchful eye. Then I shook her hand and thanked her for everything. The anesthetic started to wear off before I got back to the office and the last twenty minutes were agonizing. I stopped at a drug store and bought some. I had to apply it hourly for the rest of the day. I filed my report exonerating the school and then took the rest of the day off. I called Harry and left a message on his answering machine. I told him I wasn't feeling well and was going to take a couple of days off. I told him I 'd call him when I felt better. I knew he'd respect my privacy. He'd call but he wouldn't come over, wouldn't see the welts on my ass and start asking questions I didn't want to answer. Harry called about 7:30 and we talked for ten minutes. At 8:15, my doorbell rang. It was Jennifer. I opened the door and slipped inside. "How'd you find my address? It's not listed." She smiled. "It's good to see you, too, Ms. Harmon." I locked the door and sighed. "It's nice to see you, Jenny. Call me Laurie. Now, how'd you find me?" She grinned. "Simple. I looked at your driver's license while you were in the nurse's office." I shook my head. I'd have to be more careful. "Why are you here?" "I wanted to see you, see how you are." She glanced away and blushed. "I' m attracted to you." She was wearing her uniform and looked adorable. "You can't be. You're just a child." She bristled. "I'm eighteen and I graduate in a couple of weeks. I'm not a child." She stamped her foot for emphasis and I couldn't help grinning. Which only made her madder. "Look my in the eye and tell me you' re not attracted to me." I looked her in the eye and did my best to lie with a straight face. "I'm not attracted to you, Ms. Stark." She smiled. "With all due respect, you're a lying bitch, Ms. Harmon." We stared at each other in silence for a few moments. Then I shugged. "I' m busted. You'e right, I am attracted to you. Who wouldn't be? You're stunningly beautiful and you seem like a nice girl. But I'm not gay." She stepped forward and put her hands on my shoulders. "That's okay. Only one of us has to be." Then she kissed me. Her lips were soft and her tongue insistent. I moaned and opened my mouth, leaning against her. She hugged me close while her tongue darted around inside my mouth. It was the most erotic kiss I'd ever experienced! I was wearing a skimpy little tank top and loose cotton drawstring shorts. I had a bra on but no panties because my butt was still too sore. I was barefoot. She undressed me right there in the front hall. I resisted for a moment but stopped after she slapped me. It wasn't a hard slap but it stung. I dropped my hands to my sides and stood quietly while she stripped me. She cupped my breasts and teased my nipples erect with her thumbs. I moaned with pleasure and she chuckled. A few minutes later I was on my knees beside my bed, watching her undress. Her beautiful butt was back to it's normal color but the welts were still prominent. I was intrigued by her total lack of pubic hair. Her vulva was smooth and bare, her sex shockingly visible. I rested my hands on her perfect thighs and bent to kiss her right knee, then her left. Then I rested my forehead against her knees and she ruffled my hair. "Don't know what to do next, do you?" I shook my head. "I know what to do, I'm just scared to do it." She spread her legs and I sighed and rubbed my cheek against the soft skin of her inner thigh. "God, your skin is like velvet!" I glanced up at her. "You've got to be the most beautiful girl in the world. I don't know whether to make love to you or worship you." She leaned and kissed me. "No reason you can't do both." I kissed her high on the inside of her right thigh. "I'll probably go to hell." I kissed and licked her soft inner thighs while she moaned with pleasure. She was wet by the time I worked my way up to her sweet little pussy. I inhaled the musky scent of an aroused female for the first time and loved it. I ran the tip of my tongue up the furrow between her labia and enjoyed
hearing her whimper with pleasure. She tasted tangy and slightly salty and I pushed my tongue into her looking for more of her juice. She tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled my mouth against her pussy. "Oh! My! God! Yes! Eat me! Oh, please, eat me!" Despite my lack of experience I managed to bring her to orgasm within a few minutes. She clamped her tights around my head when she came and I thought she was going to suffocate me. Afterward, she stretched out on her back and I cuddled up next to her with my head resting on her flat, firm belly. Her full breasts, slightly flattened by gravity, rose in front of me, her pink nipples hard and pointy. After a few minutes I planted a kiss on her belly and then sat up. She smiled lazily and whispered, "You're mine, now." I nodded. "How am I going to tell Harry?" "You don't have to tell him. We'll show him." She refused to elaborate any further. She just told me to call Harry and invite him over for dinner the following night. I had my doubts but one doesn't argue with one's own personal goddess. I kissed her foot and whispered, "Yes, mistress." She'd signed out for the weekend so she stayed with me that night. She was 18, legally an adult so I had no qualms about having her sleep in my bed. I woke up from a very erotic dream and moaned with pleasure as Jennifer's tongue found my clit. I screamed with pleasure when I came. She rubbed my belly gently until I fell asleep again. Saturday was a busy day. We were up at 7:00 and out of the house by 8:30. Jennifer had brought a small suitcase and she was wearing exercise clothes - a sportbra, a cropped tank top, loose nylon shorts, socks, and Nikes. I wore a t-shirt, jeans, and sandals. No bra, no panties. Our first stop was a beauty salon that took walk-ins. Jennifer had them cut my hair short, very short, transforming me from an attactive young woman to a cute tomboy. She
also have them give me a complete bikini wax. She held my hand while they pulled the strips of cheese cloth, ripping my pubic hair out by the roots. It hurt but nothing like getting caned. The woman who waxed me was curious about the welts on my butt. Jenny smiled and told her I'd been a bad girl. Next stop was a small jewelry store run by a slender redhead in her late twenties. Her name was Kate and she and Jenny were old friends. They hugged and kissed and then Jenny introduced me. "This is Laurie. She's mine. I want you to pierce her nipples." She glanced at me and said, "Take your t-shirt off." Kate examined my nipples while I stood there, blushing furiously. "She's got nice nipples. There won't be any problems. Pick out a nice pair of rings. I'd suggest silver for contrast." We left twenty minutes later and I had delicate silver rings hanging from my nipples. Jenny had promised to bring me back later to have my labia and clit pierced. Our next stop was a fetish shop where Jenny bought me a collar and a leash. She also bought leather cuffs for my wrist and ankles. She selected a paddle, a leather strap, and several canes. I shivered and whispered, "Please, don't buy canes." She smiled. "Be a good girl and you don't have to worry about them. I will use the paddle and the strap as soon as the welts on your butt fade. " She also bought gags and nipple clamps, a big strap-on dildo, and a butt plug made of stainless steel. I began to get a glimmer of what had happened to her in New York when she was modeling. That night, when Harry arrived, Jenny answer the door and ushered him in. I was on my knees in the hall. I was nude and my body gleamed with oil. I was collared and cuffed and gagged with a big penis gag. There were weighted clamps on my nipples. The butt plug was in place. My wrists were cuffed behind my back and a leather strap around my arms pinned my elbows together. I was in pain and it was obvious. Tears trickled down my cheeks. Jenny picked up my leash and said, "She's mine now." Harry turned and walked out without a word. I haven't seen him since. He left the DA's office, sending his resignation in by email. That was more than six weeks ago. Jenny graduated on the 19th of June and I attended. Her parents didn't and I could tell that it hurt her even though she refused to admit it. When I tried to get her to talk about it she whipped me until I begged for mercy. Then she held me on her lap, stroking me, until I calmed down. She can be very cruel but most of the time she's loving and kind. There's no doubt that I'm her slave and if I push the limits she can bring me back into line with one word: cane. She took me back to the jewelry shop at the end of June and had my labia pierced and fitted with stainless steel rings. I have a stainless steel ring through my clit hood and a tiny stainless steel stud through the base of my clit. It keeps me in an almost constant state of sexual arousal. Jenny will be leaving for college in a few weeks, an Ivy League school, and I'll be going with her. My resignation is ready and I'm just waiting for her to tell me to submit it. Jenny's grandmother left her a huge trust fund and she's richer than god. That's one of the things that rankles her parents, having Jenny be far richer than her father. Jenny's far from perfect. She can be a stubborn bitch and, like I said, she can be cruel. Inventively cruel. Physically, she's as close to perfect as a human can be. I love to watch her when she's asleep. I love her and always will. I also adore her. I love to curl up on the floor while she's watching television, or reading, and have her put her bare feet on my belly or my butt to warm them. I also love to stretch out on my belly and lick her feet in worship. College will be interesting. She's very smart but she can be lazy. I'm trying to figure out how to keep her nose to the grindstone without having her take the cane to my butt. She's leased the penthouse apartment in a luxury building just off campus. She's already gotten a waiver from the requirement that all freshmen live in a dorm. Oh, well. It should be an interesting four years.