Chapter 27

The following morning, Pembroke lay in until late, confident that Sophie was safe and his mother was being cared for at the nursing home. He took his time waking up, not used to such strenuous activity, and hoped that he could spend the rest of the summer without traveling.

He leisurely prepared Sophie’s breakfast and then went downstairs to find her still tightly wrapped in a sleeping bag. He saw the bag twitch as he moved closer, so he entered her cell to unzip it and release her. After being bound and lying prone for so many hours, she moved slowly and carefully, unable to offer much resistance.

Her white panties were soaked with piss. Sophie had no idea when he was coming back and so had not been able to hold it in. Knowing what had happened before, she apologized. “Please. Sir, I never knew when you would return. I didn’t know if I would die down here, I didn’t know ... I was so frightened ... I couldn’t help it. Please don’t hurt me.”

Pembroke smiled at her in a fatherly manner and ruffled her curls. “Don’t worry I forgive you, now get out of those wet things and wash yourself.”

He retrieved the sack now full of piss, and while Sophie was drying off, he returned with a bright pink swimsuit. He’d seen a girl wearing one on a beach months ago, and the image had left an impression, prompting him to order a similar one online. Now, he was eager to see it on Sophie.

Although surprised to wear a swimsuit indoors, Sophie wasn’t comfortable being naked in front of him for long, towel or not, so she quickly stepped into the swimsuit, smoothing it over her hips before pulling the straps over her shoulders with a snap. As the tight fabric hugged her slim figure, she adjusted it for comfort, the bright pink emphasizing her developing curves, the high waist showing off her pale legs up past her waist.

“Nice!” Pembroke impulsively reached out and ran his finger over the swimsuit material from her hip up her rib cage and then down her stomach before removing it. “Sorry, Sophie, I couldn’t resist. On your period I think?”

Even in the current situation, Sophie was mortified to admit that she was on her period and bleeding. She could feel the blood slowly soaking through the pink fabric. As Pembroke noticed, she could barely look him in the eye. He smiled kindly and said, “Don’t worry, it’s natural; I don’t blame you!” The humiliation felt overwhelming as she stood there, unable to hide the evidence of her discomfort in her red face or her reddening crotch.

“Now, I’m going back to work on my contraption down here again. While I’m working, you can do some exercises for me and practice those poses. You can have your breakfast now and watch the video to refresh your memory beforehand. I’m going to clean this sack, as well as the other one you spoiled—you dirty girl! I need them nice and clean for reuse, in case you misbehave again!”

Sophie was grateful for some exercise and a bit of freedom. She was beginning to feel accustomed to wearing skimpy clothes—it wasn’t much different from what she’d wear to the beach, so why should she be self-conscious in front of this man? Yet his touch had been an unwelcome intrusion into her sense of safety, though she reasoned she was probably safe while on her period. Mostly, she just wanted something to do. The idea of endless confinement with nothing to occupy her mind was unbearable, and she wondered if she should ask for anything—anything at all—to pass the time.

Pembroke put both sacks in the washing machine, along with the sailor outfit and some other underwear. After gathering his tools, he headed downstairs with his laptop. As he opened the basement door, he saw Sophie jump out from behind the curtains, looking very lively in her tight pink swimsuit. She instantly leapt back, like a startled rabbit, her cheeks flushed as if she’d just been caught doing something she shouldn’t. It was clear that her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and now she was nervously chewing her lip, her fingers hovering near her mouth. Pembroke was momentarily too entranced by the lightness of her limbs as they skipped back to remember that she must be punished. He had been careless, there could have been something left there she could use such as a laptop with online access or a weapon.

“Now, now, Sophie. I know I did not order you directly to take a peek here, but by how quickly you jumped out you knew you were being naughty didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I just ... I get so bored ... I just was curious. I didn’t mean to disobey you.”

Pembroke was not sure how genuine she was being but she liked her submissive pleading. Her sheer lack of backbone was very welcome, though as he took in her black eye, forehead lump, cuts and other bruises over her body, he struggled to see how any other slight teenage girl would have fared after so much abuse.

“How should I punish you?”

Sophie stood with one elbow held behind her back, looking like a nervous schoolgirl. The posture reminded Pembroke of his students waiting for permission to leave after class. But Sophie’s eagerness wasn’t driven by a desire to escape a boring lecture; it was rooted in a need to avoid harsh punishment. As she weighed her options, she hoped he wouldn’t resort to the sack. She also dreaded the possibility of having to do something truly revolting—something that had haunted her dreams but which she feared was inevitable sooner or later. Instead, she opted for something more familiar, something she knew he loved.

“Maybe you could spank me, sir?”

“Excellent idea Sophie!” he beamed and went to his chair in front of the table. Come on, over my knee”

Sophie bent over his knee, Pembroke gazed in wonder at how her pink Lycra swimsuit stretched from her crotch to her shoulders, leaving her back exposed right down to her dimples above her cheeks. The fabric felt like a wet second skin as his finger traced along the small triangle of coverage above her cheeks. As his hand strayed onto the bare flesh of her buttocks, he felt her goosebumps rise to meet his palm.

He tapped his fingers lightly and let his middle finger rest along the crease of her buttocks. It settled into the valley between her cheeks, pressing against the pink fabric that clung tightly to her skin. He wondered with a little more pressure, how much further down his finger could go...

Sophie was bent over his knee with her head lowered for so long that she began to feel dizzy, the blood rushing to her head. She also felt uncomfortable with his hand on her sensitive areas. She wondered when he would start.

Pembroke began spanking her. “Count out the spanks, Sophie!” he said with a playful grin. Sophie squealed with each slap, shouting “One, two...” as her body jerked and her legs kicked up with every spank. Pembroke finished at ten, leaving her once-white buttocks a deep shade of red, darker than the pink swimsuit.

“Excellent, now don’t look behind these curtains again!” he said, playfully poking her nose. Sophie, rubbing her sore buttocks and looking down, felt relief he was not angrier. “Now, I hope you remembered the positions. Go to the center of the room, like last time, and get ready to listen for the first position I call out. Hold it until I tell you to switch to the next one. It could be thirty seconds, or it could be five minutes, but don’t move. Do them all facing that wall.”

Pembroke began working, humming and whistling as he focused on his sawhorse bondage equipment. “Naru!” he called out, watching Sophie immediately get into position, facing away from him. He could keep an eye on her while he worked, checking the screws and sanding down the wood. “Tabletop!” he called a few minutes later, sensing her scramble into the new position. Her bottom was pushed out, her back arched, and she was on her knees and elbows, her head held high. “Good girl,” he said, walking over to inspect the fabric between her legs, noticing traces of blood seeping through. “Yes, period blood. Don’t worry, I’ll get you some products for that when I go out later.”