Chapter 3

In the morning Beverly came to him and unlocked the cuffs. She told him where the bathroom was and to clean himself up. After that Beverly made them both coffee, toast and juice, while he called Mrs. Peterson to tell her he was sick and wouldn't be coming in that day.

After they ate Beverly told Tommy to get dressed, but she held back his jockey shorts. "Your days of wearing underpants are over mister. From now on I want you bare underneath your pants." She gave him a playful pinch and watched as he got dressed. They walked out to Tommy's car and she said "Let's go over to your house. I want to see where you live."

They drove over in silence and soon came to a small white house in a sunny neighborhood. There was a driveway off to the right but Beverly told Tommy to park the car in front of the house and then they both got out. It was about 11:00am on a beautiful sunny summer day and there were four young ladies sitting on the grass near the car giggling and playing some sort of a game. Mrs. Whitford, one of Tom's neighbors, was sitting on her porch. She ignored him as they walked up the path towards the house. She was still mad at him. She had complained that one of his trees was blocking her sunlight and when he didn't do anything about it she took it upon herself to do a little midnight pruning. Tommy confronted her the next day and, in a moment of unusual anger, he called her a lying old witch! Now she wouldn't speak to him. Oh well, you can't have everything. The girls looked up and said "Hello Mr. Hyde" and then Tom and Beverly were on the porch, and then in the house.

As soon as the door was shut Beverly grabbed Tommy by the crotch and told him to strip naked. Tommy didn't know why he jumped to obey her so quickly. Perhaps it was because he was still so horny from his unsatisfied evening. At any rate, in less than a minute his clothes were on the floor and he was stark naked. No jockey shorts this time.

"Very good!" Beverly said, obviously pleased. "Now today you are going to do EVERYTHING I say. Not because I have a whole roll of film of you last night, but because deep down inside you really WANT me to take charge of your life."

Tom winced when she reminded him of the photographs but he also knew that she was right. He did enjoy the feeling of helplessness before her. It was something he never acknowledged to himself.

Perhaps this secret longing that he denied all his life was what had kept him so shy and afraid of girls.

Beverly then ordered him down on the floor on all fours. Tom felt a little self-conscious, but at least the door was shut and all of the window shades were down. As he knelt there Beverly opened her pocketbook and took out a collar and leash. She put the collar around his neck and snapped the leash onto it.

"Now, wouldn't the neighbors love to see you like this?" she teased him. Tommy gasped and blushed red as she tugged on the leash and began walking him around the room. She walked him into the kitchen and then into each of the two bathrooms, and finally the bedroom. After this she walked him back into the living room again.

Tom's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and Beverly was obviously enjoying this immensely.

"Thank you for the grand tour, sweetheart. Now lie on your back and put your legs up in the air again with your knees bent wide.

You can hold onto your feet for support if you wish. Now listen carefully. If you let your legs down for any reason, even for a second, I'll chain you in position like I did last night and then whip you."

Tommy rolled over and succeeded in getting into the required position. Once again, with his knees bent and legs in the air he was on complete display to the older woman. She walked over to the telephone and said "Now, what's the phone number of that girl, Linda, that you told me about last night?"

"NO!" Tommy snapped. Somehow he managed to retain his position, but she was taking this a little too far!

Beverly walked over to Tommy and bent down and gave him a hard slap on his ass. "Don't you EVER say NO to me again, mister.

Remember that roll of photographs that I have. I can be awfully mean when I don't get what I want, and right now I want you to keep your legs up and to tell me the phone number of that girl!"

Tommy sobbed, his whole body shook. "It's in the directory right next to the phone. The name is Murray, Linda Murray... Oh God, please don't..."

Beverly flipped down to the M's and found the number for Murray.

It was right across the street just like he'd said. She dialed the phone and after a couple of rings she heard a young girl's voice on the other end.

"Hello. Is this Linda Murray? Wonderful! My name is Beverly and I'm calling from Mr. Hyde's house. Are you very busy just now?...

Oh... your parents are out and you're listening to some records with a couple of your friends. Well, honey, Mr. Hyde asked me to call and tell you he's sorry that he embarrassed you in front of your friends. He knows it was wrong of him and he wanted to apologize but he was afraid you wouldn't want to see him... That's right... If you wouldn't mind leaving your friends alone for awhile, would you mind coming over here so he can apologize to you in person?... I know, but he has something he wants to show you...

You would? Wonderful! He'll be sooo happy! See you in a couple of minutes."

Beverly hung up the phone and walked over to Tommy, who was openly sobbing and begging her not to do this to him. "One more thing we've got to get straight between us, mister. From now on, when you talk to me you will address me as 'Mistress'. You got that? Now I mean it. If you ever forget to address me properly from this moment on, well, you won't BELIEVE what I'll put you through.

You got that sweetie?"

"Y-Y-ESS... Mistress" Tom managed to choke out. Just then the doorbell rang and Beverly went over to answer it. Tommy was on the far side of the room on the floor behind the sofa, so he couldn't be seen from the door. He tried to stop his sobbing, hoping that if he wasn't noticed Beverly... err... Mistress Beverly would change her mind and send the girl away with some excuse.

Beverly opened the door and there stood an absolutely lovely girl, just like Tommy had described her. She was about five foot four with dark hair. She was wearing a pair of white cut-off jeans that showed off her long trim legs, and a halter top. She looked up at Beverly but was obviously still a little undecided if she wanted to forgive Mr. Hyde just yet. He'd humiliated her, in front of her friends, and that kind of wound does not heal easily when you're a teenager.

"You must be Linda. Hi, I'm Beverly. Won't you come in?" Beverly closed the door and stood right in front of her and said "Linda, I'm going to show you something but I've got to make sure you can handle it first. I know that Mr. Hyde embarrassed you in front of your friends. It was wrong of him, but he's paying for that right now. You see, Linda, Mr. Hyde has been very bad recently and he's being punished for everything he's done. He's on the other side of that couch right now and if you think you can handle it I believe he'd like to show you just how sorry he is... and the terrible price he's paying."

"Oh... god... please... no..." came a choked moan from behind the couch. Linda was taken back but then her curiosity got the better of her.

"Yes, I believe I can handle it Beverly. At least I THINK I can." She was obviously interested and she lifted her head a bit and stood on her toes trying to see where the noise had come from.

Beverly led her through the room and around to the back of the sofa. When she first saw him she gasped and took a half step backwards. Then she caught hold of herself and walked a little closer. Tommy had maintained position. He was lying there with his legs up and spread wide and his knees bent. His eyes were closed tight and he was shaking his head back and forth and murmuring

"No... please don't let her see me like this... pleeease..."

"Look who's here to see you, dear. Open your eyes and say hello to Linda." Tom slowly opened his eyes and saw the two of them standing there. The tall mid-thirtyish woman dressed in casual slacks and a blouse, and the teenager with the short cut-offs and the legs that wouldn't end. Beverly was smiling at him with a look of pure innocence, as if there were nothing wrong with this situation, while Linda stared wide-eyed in disbelief. That disbelief slowly changed into a look of smug satisfaction as she turned to Beverly and said "Thank you Beverly. I'm sure I can handle this. He's getting just what he deserves!"

"Oh, it's not over, honey. Hardly even started, actually. You see, Tommy has been such a bad boy that he's going to get a spanking! Right here. And he's going to ask you to be the one to give it to him. Isn't that right, Tommy?"

Tommy's face was scarlet. In spite of himself he had also got a raging hard-on and he knew that Linda was staring at it, along with his exposed balls and his winking anus. He was already fucked. He knew his life wouldn't be worth shit if Linda or Beverly told anybody about this. "Yes, Mistress" he managed to choke out.

Turning to Linda, Beverly asked "Wouldn't you like to give him the spanking that he deserves?"

"I don't know" Linda replied. I think he deserves to get one but I don't think I want to be the one to do it. I wouldn't mind watching, though!" She grinned smugly at Tommy.