Chapter 1

"Come on Elizabeth; it is Friday, let's go to the mall, we need to buy something to wear at Mark's party; it is going to be huge, you know his house."

Elizabeth knew his house indeed; his mansion was just across the street of her equally luxurious home. She hesitated for a moment, maybe she should go with the girls and forget about her new, stupid pastime, but she knew that if she missed it she would regret it all week long; after all it happened only on Friday's afternoons.

"You know I like to start my homework on Fridays so I can keep my good grades"

"What a wasteful way to spend your High school senior year," said Melissa exasperated. "You don't need your grades to be so great, your parents could pay your tuition anywhere"

"But I need", Elizabeth started talking, but Melissa interrupted her.

"I need to be admitted at Princeton" said Melissa imitating Elizabeth's posh voice tone.

"Well, it is your call, hope you don't repent someday"

She blushed slightly but managed to hide the impact of that phrase on herself, and maybe in a self defense mechanism she replied.

"Hope you don't repent either"

She immediately regretted her words. Melissa and Laura were her best friends, they had been classmates since elementary, but they weren't as rich, or as beautiful as Elizabeth.

Elizabeth didn't really want to be judgmental, but she sometimes thought that her friends should be trying very hard to get the scholarships that they needed, but they seemed to be at ease with the idea of studying in community colleges,

She felt that her outstanding wealth, her dedication to the school, and her demure behavior, somewhat alienated her from her classmates, even from her closest friends.

"Sorry, it was a joke, I call you tomorrow", she said, but in spite of Melissa' s smile, she could sense that her friend was hurt, after all they had talked the subject several times.

She then excited the school building almost running. Then she saw her, walking just a few meters ahead of her. She was Paola Hernandez, a senior as herself, and she was also an attractive girl, but that was probably where the similarities ended. Their origin was pretty different, while Elizabeth was the only daughter of a very successful white couple, Paola was or Mexican heritage, the second daughter of a blue collar worker that she barely knew; she was always tight on money. And while Elizabeth had always shined at school, Paola barely passed grades, always lagging behind. Their style was also a big contrast Elizabeth was a slender blonde that emanated elegance and class, specially when she dressed up, but even now wearing jeans and snickers she managed to look wealthy and stylish, while Paola had a curvaceous hourglass figure that the cheap yellow cotton dress that clung to her body didn't conceal at all. Her dark straight hair went to the middle of her back, and while Elizabeth's walk, and style showed her high education, Paola's exuded some kind of wild sexiness.

Elizabeth followed Paola from afar. She had discovered Paola's secret just three of weeks ago. Elizabeth started remembering her casual encounter with Paola.

Back to the present Elizabeth followed Paola trying to be as sneaky as she could. She was doing it for the fourth time. She didn't gossiped what she knew about Paola's activities. She convinced herself that it was because she was merciful, but deep down she knew it was because she was ashamed of her own behavior, and most of all because keeping it to herself it was more probable that she could attend another Paola's performance. And so she did, all in all she had sneaked into the neighbor room a couple of times after that first encounter, and had seen Paola going with different men each time.

After following Paola quite a few times she realized that she only have customers on Friday's afternoons. That is why Elizabeth didn't want to lose her weekly entertainment, so she had followed Paola to the strip mall once again. She was getting hornier just trying to anticipate what fantasy Paola was going to enact. She was now watching from a convenience store just across the street of the back of the strip mall. She would have to follow her quickly to see what room Paola would enter, so she could get the one next door.

This time she came even more prepared, she had bought several padlocks, and a new pink dog collar that she had bought specially for herself. It even had a bone shaped metal tag that said "Princess", it made her shiver. That was the nickname that some of her father's employees used to affectively call her; now when the chauffer or the maid called her "princess " it would send shivers down her spine picturing them seeing her wearing this demeaning dog collar.

Just then she saw Paola circling around the strip mall and entering the secluded aisle of the fuck-rooms as Elizabeth now call them. She practically ran across the street and cached a glimpse of the door of cubicle #1 closing. The screen showed that it was rented for 2 hours. She quickly rented the cubicle #2 for the same amount of time and entered it. She considered that the most dangerous part of her game was entering, and exiting, she didn't really know who else used these rooms, and the thought of running into somebody she knew was unthinkable, it would pretty humiliating to be found there, and even more to be found alone, she would be seen not as a horny teenager looking for a safe place to have sex, but as a little pervert. Just that thought sent shivers of shame and arousal down her spine. Still she knew the chances were pretty slim, the whole business seemed designed to keep the traffic to the common aisle as low as possible so people didn't run into each other.

Once in the cubicle she felt pretty safe, and her horniness took over any other emotions that she could be feeling. She tried to hear what was happening in the other room, but this time they were quiet. She thought with disappointment that maybe this time the client was longing just for plain sex with no role play at all. She decided to obtain the excitement on her own role play, hopping that at some point Paola and her client start enacting some hot fantasy.

She took off her expensive tennis shoes, peeled of her designer jeans and carefully folded them and laid them over the bed; then she took off her white blouse, and put it over her jeans. She was supposed to look casual in jeans and a simple blouse, but the silken blouse shouted money from a mile afar. She was undecided about her underwear, she was wearing her sexiest set; it was white lace and satin, the bra was a push up that enhanced her 32-B breast and made her look a little bit bigger, and the panties were a very sexy bikini that exposed just a couple of inches of her nice and firm buttocks. Finally she decided that naked would be more exciting, so her underwear quickly reunited the rest of her clothes over the bed.

Then her pulse started racing, she was very nervous and she didn't know if she should do this, but her horniness was clouding her mind. She put her dog collar, and the ankle and wrists cuffs. Then she put the keys of the padlocks over the bed table and used one padlock to join the d-rings of her ankle cuffs together. Now her breath was short and ragged, she was hornier than ever, and put the other padlock joining her wrist cuffs behind her back. She hesitated before closing the padlock.

"What if something go wrong?" she thought. But then reassured herself thinking that she had tested the padlocks keys a thousand times, and she had opened the padlock with her hands locked behind her at least 10 times. So she knew she could undo her bondage anytime she wanted. She finally closed the padlock, the metallic click sound magnified in her head a thousand times.

Her arousal skyrocketed. She fought against her bonds and realized that they won't give up; she must use the key to open them. She squirmed on the bed for awhile. She regretted not having something to stimulate her longing pussy. She tried to rub her legs together trying to build a climax, but it didn't help her enough. She felt deliciously frustrated. She planned to tease herself during Paola's session with her client, then she would release her hands and rub herself raw.

Then she heard in the room next door, "Thank you sir, see you around" said Paola's voice.

Then Elizabeth could hear the man walking to the door, "Aren't you coming Lilly?",

"No sir, I'll wait here for another 'friend' that is going to come in half an hour"

"Shit!" thought Elizabeth "what a show stopper. What should I do? Open my padlocks and rest, maybe dress again, or wait like I am until Paola's client comes"

She was undecided, but she didn't want to undo her bondage that she just was beginning to enjoy. So she decided to wait a few minutes before taking it off. Instead she resumed her useless fight against her bonds, she was even beginning to sweat.

Elizabeth closed her eyes trying to focus herself in a medieval fantasy, when she heard something that almost gave her a heart attack. She turned up to see and she saw the cubicle door opened! There must have been the worst moment of her entire life, standing smirking at the door portal was no other than Paola Hernandez!

After a couple of seconds of paralysis she turned around trying to get the padlock keys but Paola easily won the little race to get them.

Elizabeth looked up at Paola, her plate size eyes reflecting her fear at the situation.

"Please give me my keys" she barely whispered. Her nervousness, and overwhelming embarrassment didn't allow her to talk any louder. She felt her throat closed and even felt that the air was faltering her.

"My oh, my" said Paola who was amused by the whole situation, "who would have known that miss goody two shoes was such a pervert"

"Please" repeated Elizabeth.

"No, Elizabeth. Yesterday the manager of this place called me, and showed me some videos of the last few weeks. He was concerned that I was being repeatedly followed by some young blond girl, that always entered the cubicle next to mine, and always alone. So he was afraid that you could be some kind of journalist or even someone sent by the police. When I told him that I probably knew you, he gave me a master keycard so I can enter your cubicle and question you about your intentions."

Elizabeth mind was flooding with things and images. It was now clear that Paola this time entered the cubicle with the owner instead of a customer.

"He was just the lure to catch me, and what a way to catch me!" she thought desperate at her own stupidity of repeating her pattern for four times now. "What was I thinking?"

She was mute, overwhelmed by her shame.

"I was afraid that you were coming here to delate me, although I calmed myself thinking that you would have done it by now, and it was clear that nobody at school knew of my 'activities'. Of course now is very clear what kept you coming here"

Elizabeth was now in a fetal position evading eye contact with Paola. She was trying to avoid eye contact with Paola.

Paola continued, "You Invaded my privacy, you pervert!"

She said in a very angry tone.

"I am sorry" said Elizabeth holding her tears.

"I am sorry" Paola mocked her posh girl accent.

Paola didn't know what to expect about this meeting, some part of her expected to find Elizabeth operating some kind of voice recorder trying to capture what was going on in the next room, and another part of her expected to find a curious girl trying to add some excitement to her boring rich girl life, but she didn't expect anything as juicy as this. This could be a lucky stroke. She needed to think, she hadn't decided how to capitalize the situation, but she realized that she needed to keep Elizabeth out of balance.

"You know, I have to do this to live, to help my sister with the rent, and pay my books, and other expenses. I receive many offers of work, but I only do it once a week because that is what I need. But you, with your entire life solved come here simply because you are a pervert"

Paola saw Elizabeth blushing, but in spite of the risk threatening the rich's girl way of life, Paola saw her classmate rubbing her tights together, probably aroused by the humiliating situation.

"My, oh my" thought Paola, "the stupid girl is not only a submissive but she gets off on humiliation, what a jackpot"

"Ok, Elizabeth, I don't want to destroy you, I am certainly very angry, and my first thought was leaving you as you are, maybe giving an anonymous hint to our classmates so they could find you here, and discover by themselves what a pervert you are. I could do even worse, calling the press, they would have a field day with you, and I imagine it won't help your father political career at all".

Elizabeth was about to burst into tears, but Paola calmed her down.

"Don't worry girl; as I said, I don't want to ruin your life, but that doesn't mean that I am not angry, you had no right to spy on me, and you deserve a punishment, and I deserve to be properly compensated for the way you sexually used me, and for your invasion to my privacy and the enormous distress that you caused me as I was told that someone was probably spying me. If you are you willing to take your punishment, and also to compensate me in a fair way, I will make sure that this big mistake of yours have no disastrous consequences"

"What do you say Elizabeth, are you willing to apologize, and accept your punishment, and of course to properly compensate me?"

Elizabeth nodded. She felt relieved. Her situation was still too shameful, too bad, but it was nothing compared to what she thought it would be a few minutes ago. She was relaxing enough now that her pussy was beginning to stir again from the humiliation.

"That isn't clear enough. Stand up Elizabeth"

"Untie me please"

"Not yet girl, first you have to apologize. So stand up"

Elizabeth blushed bright red, but twisted and turned on the bed and managed to stand up by the bedside.

"Come to the front where I can see you"

The padlock and the D-rings in her ankle cuffs just allow her ankles to be separated for around 4 inches, so she painfully walked to the front doing micro steps.

"You are fine there, now look at me"

Elizabeth looked at her classmate. This time Paola was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, off course they looked none like the expensive ones that Elizabeth was wearing a few minutes ago, but still she looked demurer than anytime Elizabeth could remember. She felt very embarrassed being naked and tied in front of her classmate; she couldn't even use her hands to cover her tits or her shamefully dripping pussy; She hoped Paola didn't notice that. She felt so small, so slutty, so inferior to her well dressed, respectable classmate. Elizabeth's mind seemed to completely forget that Paola was prostituting herself a few days ago; instead she felt so embarrassed of her own sexual behavior that she could not avoid to look at the floor, overwhelmed by the shame.

Paola was now completely calmed; the strong fear and apprehension that she had felt from the day before, and until just a few minutes ago had completely flown away, replaced with a wave of power. She looked amused how Elizabeth was squirming under her gaze, and evading to meet her eyes. Normally people like Elizabeth were the ones with power to ruin the lives of people like her, but now it was the other way around. She walked towards Elizabeth and saw her tremble with maybe fear, maybe excitement, maybe both.

"Let me see your tag so I can call you properly"

"Umm Princess ... that is very appropriate" Elizabeth shivered with shame, and her blush returned with extra strength. She felt very uncomfortable with Paola standing so close to her, invading her personal space while she was naked and with her hands tied behind her back. Paola was maybe a couple of inches taller than Elizabeth, but now she looked much taller wearing high heels while Elizabeth was barefoot. Paola enjoyed looking down at her rich classmate.

Paola walked back a little and said to Elizabeth.

"Ok, princess, I want to hear your apologies"

"I am sorry", she said in a whisper and looking at the floor.

"No, that didn't sound authentic enough. Why don't you tell me why are you apologizing"

"for spying you"

"You were more like peeping on me"

Elizabeth nodded softly.

"And why were you spying on me?"

"I was curious"

"I take that for the first time, but the other three?"

Elizabeth felt completely ashamed.

"I don't know" she said.

"You don't know what to say, but you know very well why you did it. Tell me the truth. I already know, but I need to hear it from you"

"Be ... because ... because it aroused me" She never stammered in her life, but this was just too much.

"And why did it arouse you? Are you some kind of voyeur or something?"

"I don't know"

Paola turned as if she was going to leave. "If you don't want to be sincere with me, so you can apologize properly, I don't see the object of continuing this talk"

"No wait! I'll tell you"

Paola turned around again.

"I ... I imagined ... you know ... myself ... in your place ... being spanked ... and ... fucked ... and humiliated" she said the last phrase almost as a whisper.

"And when I dominated that rich gentleman. Did you imagine yourself dominating him?"

"No" she said sincerely her eyes cast at the floor.

"So?"

Elizabeth took a big breath and then said, "I imagined you dominating me"

She had never been more ashamed in her entire life, but her pussy was practically dripping.

"That's gross" said Paola laughing, but in spite of that her own pussy was dripping wet with the idea of dominating that rich girl.

She took a pen and a piece of paper from her backpack, wrote some lines of text, and held the paper in front of Elizabeth so she could read it.

"Memorize it"

After a few minutes she retired the paper from her eyes, and pulled her cell phone and pointed the camera to start filming.

"No Paola, please no photos, we didn't talk about that"

"It is a little reassurance so tomorrow you don't twist our little story and tell your own version to somebody else. I know that everybody else would believe you instead of me. Don't worry, you will tell my name, so I won't be releasing this tape unless everybody knows about my activities."

"Ok" she said defeated, after all she didn't have much choice.

"I am Elizabeth Pa ... Parker ... and I am a pervert who gets off on being spanked and fucked and humiliated by men and women", Elizabeth shivered, "I am too coward to enact my kinky fantasies with a partner, but I expend my Friday afternoons in a hourly rate motel room, naked and tied by myself trying to listen to the prostitutes in the contiguous rooms having sex while I imagine it is me being roughly fucked instead of them. I recently ... recently spied on my classmate Paola having sex with her man here, and I want to apologize to her for being such a pervert Psycho"

Elizabeth was bright red, it made the impression that her encounter with Paola was casual, and it only happened because she had frequented this sex motel for a long time. And it didn't say that Paola was a prostitute but instead she was having sex with "her man".

Elizabeth shivered as Paola made a close up of her pussy by approaching the smartphone just inches away of it.

"And how is your pussy now pervert?"

"very wet" she whispered knowing that the camera had captured the images of the little drops running down her upper tights.

"Very good princess that was really sincere" she smiled and turned off her phone.

Elizabeth breathed relieved, but she was hornier than ever.

"Well now there is the point of your punishment. I think you have earned yourself a good on the knee spanking, so you learn to behave like a respectable girl, and not like a pervert little slut"

Paola went to sit on the bed, and motioned Elizabeth to lay across her knees.

Elizabeth's eyes were as wide as plates, this was just too much, but she didn't really have much choice, she was still naked and cuffed, and now Paola had that hideous video of her. She did as instructed and Paola started spanking her, at first it was very tame, as if she was just warming up Elizabeth's ass, but then she started hitting with full strength. Elizabeth tried to remain quiet to save the little dignity that remained, but as the hits accumulated she started sobbing and then begging. She was simply not used to feel pain, or any discomfort whatsoever, her ass was quickly reddening, but her pussy was on fire too. After just a few minutes Paola suddenly stopped the spanking.