Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Wearing what?”
“A… an… um… a green babydoll nightgown… he… Porter… I mean, my sponsor… he told me to wear it.”
“The senator deserves the details, I think. How did you begin?”
She let out a tiny breath through her nose. I watched the struggle in her and felt, against my own better instincts, the same harsh fascination I had felt watching the feed from California. Alex seemed to have a way of becoming more herself the more completely I drew her into her shame.
“I…” Her cheeks flamed hotter. “I was on the bed. I put my hand between my legs… over… you know, over the nightgown first.”
“Then?”
“Then… um… under it.” Her voice had gone quieter. “I touched my… my… my cunt.”
Gowry’s gaze moved over her with brutal directness now, and I saw Alex register it. I thought I could even see a part of her congratulate herself for having used such a hot, filthy word in the senator’s presence. From behind, I saw her bottom tense, as if she had just squeezed, down there, helpless to control her naughtiness.
“Don’t omit the interesting parts,” I said.
She shut her eyes for a moment, then opened them. “I was very wet.”
“From what?” I led her onward. “What were you thinking about?”
Her voice came out small and strained. “Being… being… punished.”
“More specifically, Alex. Senator Gowry should know the whole situation, don’t you think?”
“I was… I was thinking about being…” Her voice got even lower. “Being caned by… by my sponsor.”
* * *
Alex
It seemed cosmically unfair that it should arouse me so much to be humiliated this way, but I could no longer deny it.
My throat worked.
I could feel Gowry’s eyes on me, and Porter’s, and the memory of my own body on that bed in the green babydoll seemed to flare inside me, not as a memory but as something like a porn video, with myself as the slutty star.
“I touched my clit,” I said, and even that made my face burn harder. “At first just lightly. Then… you know… harder.”
Porter’s tone remained maddeningly calm. “And after that?”
I knew what he wanted: what part of the story he thought most worth sharing with Gowry, but I couldn’t seem to get there, as humiliating as the process of having it drawn out of me had already become. “I… I spread my legs.”
“Why?”
I saw it in my head. The girl in the green nightgown, on the bed, wanted to be seen. She wanted to do dirty enough things to earn the cane. She wanted her sponsor to look at her and know what he had made of her. But I couldn’t say that with Gowry there, his hand still resting with infuriating casualness on my hip as if my body were on loan to him.
“So I could touch myself better,” I whispered.
“That’s incomplete.”
The room seemed to narrow. I had the crazy feeling that if I looked anywhere but at Porter I might simply dissolve from shame. “I… I touched my ass too.”
Gowry shifted slightly in his chair. The movement was small, but I saw it.
Porter didn’t let me stop. In fact, he raised the level of degradation a huge notch.
“I think you should show the senator how. To illustrate the kind of challenge you pose, as a fuck toy.”
A tiny sound escaped me before I could prevent it, a kitten’s mew, as my pussy clenched hard at the contrast between my sponsor’s brutal words and his refined tone.
“Show the senator, Alex.”
My hands moved. I hardly believed they belonged to me.
I reached behind myself with one hand and, through the little strip of fabric that constituted the thong’s back, I touched the cleft of my bottom. The gesture felt grotesquely intimate and revealing even with the panties still in place. My fingers trembled. My face aflame, I slid them lower, enough to indicate the place.
“More clearly,” Porter said. “Show and tell, Alex.”
The detached part of me watched in fervid amazement as I obeyed. I hooked my fingertips more definitely at my rear and let my knees part just a little.
“I touched my anus,” I said, the last word nearly sticking in my throat.
“While doing what with your other hand?”
My free hand curled against my thigh. “Touching my… my cunt, sir.”
“And what did you say while you did it?”
I shut my eyes for one second. That had been the worst of it on the feed, hadn’t it? Not merely that I had disobeyed, not merely that I had masturbated, but that I had narrated my own degradation like a little actress desperate for her sponsor’s approval.
“Answer.”
“I said…” My voice nearly failed me. “I said I knew how much you like to use me there.”
“There?”
“In the ass.” I could hardly force the words out. “I said you like to use my ass.”
Porter’s gaze remained steady on mine. “And what else?”
I thought I might actually die of shame. Instead I heard myself speak.