Chapter 10

The man left the bedroom, went into the other room and grabbed several tools of his trade, as it were. As he strode back into the bedroom, he hit the Down button so that the girl was completely flat-footed, standing more normally. Albeit, with a two-and-a-half-foot spreader bar in between her ankles, at least she was able to keep herself pointed in one direction. He looked at her again, admiring her compact, lithe body. He didn’t know if she worked out, or just was naturally physically fit.

Starting at the top, her neck was on the shorter side, but sensitive. The few times he had learned in and whispered into an ear, he made sure to breath on her neck. Each time she had reacted, not pulling away, but subtly tipping her head in the opposite direction, coincidentally extended her neck on the side he was blowing on.

Her shoulders were solid and muscular. If he had to guess, he thought she might be an avid volleyball player. Her chest was clear. He preferred freckles; truth be told. But no freckles, and no moles. He could see her heartbeat and her chest as it rose and fell with each breath.

Her breasts were at least B’s, maybe as much as C-cups, but unlikely. From the side he had noted that they had the teardrop shape of standard breasts. One thing he absolutely despised was fake breasts. A silicon-job, fake booby looked like nothing more than a full balloon, just stuck on a chest. He adored natural breasts, not too large, but not too small to never move, either. This girl’s breasts were just right. As she breathed in and out, they both jiggled, ever so slightly.

Her nipples were still rock-hard. He found himself wondering if she were cold, or excited, and if so, from what? Nervousness about what was to come, or...?

Continuing down, she had a half a six-pack of abdominal muscles. Not meaning only three, but they weren’t yet completely developed. One day, should she survive this, she would be a knockout.

Her waist was indented. Not yet as far as it probably would be, but still, no hiding she had the waist and hips of a woman. She was a bit on the short side, but on the other hand, that meant lighter than taller girls would be.

Hips. She had them, and her puberty had developed them nicely. He had checked out her ass, and it was not a big one, but rather well muscled and firm, like the rest of her body.

As he had already noted, she had shaved her vulva and pubis clean. She still had thickened outer lips, and her inner ones were not visible. She had wide, childbearing hips, with plenty of space between her thighs. Perfect. Nicely developed thigh muscles too. Nice calves and dainty ankles.

Finally, the requisite number of toes, toenails polished a slight reddish tint, but nothing too gaudy. How on earth, through moving her in the van, carrying her into the house and down here. Placing her on the bed to hooking her to the spreaders and lifting her by the winch and cable and she still had on her flip-flops! The notch in between her big toe and the second one was spread slightly by them, and while he was not particularly into feet, if the girl was ticklish, that could be useful.

“Nikki,” he said. “As I told you, I am now going to give you a demonstration of several of the tools at my disposal, for dispensing corrections as you break rules. The first one, you might think is the scariest. This,” as he said this, he swished the rattan cane back and forth, whooshing through the air. Each time, she flinched just a bit. “This is a cane. I bought it in Thailand a few years ago, where they are sold pretty much everywhere.” He smacked it on to the bed, ka-WHAP!

This caused the girl to jump and start hyperventilating. “Calm down, Nikki, calm down. For now, I’ll tell you you’ll only get one of each, but remember how they each feel, so you know what will come as you disobey me.”