Chapter 2

It was about 6:00 pm on Saturday when my telephone rang; it was the call I had been expecting.

“Sir,” the soft, wavering voice came through the receiver, “I have been very bad and I deserve to be punished.”

“Hello Maggie, what have you done? Why do you need to be punished?” I asked, playing along.

“Sir, I-I guess I have been flirting with some of the men at the cafe. I didn’t mean to – it just sort of happened. I was only trying to be nice and th...” she said.

I cut her off mid sentence without giving her a chance to explain further.

“Dammit, Maggie!” I thundered into the telephone. “How many times have I told you not to flaunt yourself like that? Do you like being a whore? Do you get some sick thrill out of cockteasing those poor guys, shoving your tits in their faces, wiggling your whore ass at them? You act like common street trash!

“Now I’m going to have to come over there and whip your sorry whore ass, and maybe find some other ways to punish you further. You just wait until I get through with you, you little gutter tramp – you’ll wish that you hadn’t acted so trashy!” After hanging up the phone, I got into my car and drove over to Maggie’s apartment. It took me about thirty minutes to get to her trailer, time I knew she had spent in eager anticipation of what was to come.

When I reached her apartment, she let me in the door and then stood before me, her head bowed in abject submission. She was still dressed in her waitress uniform. I walked up to her as soon as I shut the door. “Well what have you got to say for yourself?” I said.

“I-I’m sorry Sir,” she stammered.

I grabbed a handful of her dark black hair. “You dirty little cunt!” I yelled at her. “This isn’t the first time I have talked to you about showing your tits and ass to the cafe customers! I’m sure that the owners of the place wouldn’t look too kindly to your turning their cafe into a whorehouse! And if you get fired from that job, you just may have to turn tricks to have someplace to sleep and something to eat! Maybe that’s what you want? To be forced into becoming a real whore? Is that what you are trying for?” I asked.

“N-no Sir,” she said her voice wavering. Still holding tightly to her hair with one hand, I slapped her hard three times across the face before letting her go.

“You are really going to get it this time, you know that? I’m going to beat your ass till hell won’t have it, you defiant cunt. By the time I’m finished with you you won’t be able to walk, much less parade that whore ass around!” I said in mocked anger.

“Yes, Sir, anything you want. I deserve anything you want to do to me Sir,” she said.

“You’re damn, fucking right you do. Lift that fucking skirt slut,” I commanded. When she lifted her uniform skirt I was pleasantly surprised. “Look at you, you little whore – you are dripping wet! You’ve been playing with your cunt even as I was coming over her to beat your ass, weren’t you!”

“Y-yes Sir,” she said looking down.

I shoved my hand between her legs and began rubbing hard against her wet panties, grinding my hand into her sex and rubbing her clit. Maggie gasped and then began humping my hand as it sawed back and forth into her. She was actually trying to get off on my hand as I got her cunt even wetter. Then I shoved my hand under her panties and fingered her pussy directly. Maggie moaned as I did this and I felt her knees buckle a bit.

When I felt her knees give way, I pushed her the rest of the way to her knees. Grabbing her by the throat, I smeared my juice-covered hand all over her face, getting her face thoroughly wet with her own woman-honey. “There see what a whore you are? Taste your cunt juice ... taste what you use to tease the men. You look like a whore and act like a whore, do you taste like one too?” I said.

She knelt there wearing her juices on her face and not saying anything. Then I caught her glancing at the huge bulge that had formed in my pants.

“Are you looking at my cock whore? You want some of this cock do you? You really are a whore aren’t you! Here I am about to beat your ass raw and all you can think about is stuffing your face full of the nearest cock you can find! Well here let me show you what it is you are staring at so hard!” I said.

I unzipped my pants and fished out my hard cock. I saw her lick her lips as she eyed my big, fat, fuck muscle. “Open that cockhole!” I told her and she opened her mouth sticking out her tongue. I slapped my cock against her tongue a few times, not letting her suck it just teasing her with it. I shut her mouth then and rubbed my cock against her lips and slapped her face with it.

Now, get your fucking ass up and take off all your clothes. I want it to really hurt when I whip you.” As usual, I was wearing a wide, leather belt and I pulled it off and slapped it against my hand. “I’m going to whip you with my belt, bitch. What do you think of that?

“I think it will hurt terribly Sir,”

“Do you think you deserve to be whipped by my belt?”

“Yes Sir. I have been very bad, and I deserve anything you do to me. Please, Sir, I should be severely whipped by your belt. I deserve it and it’s only right that I should be punished by you,”

“And you shall be. Now, hurry up and take off those clothes and bend over the table. Don’t make me wait on you, slut. I’m going to whip your ass so hard it will take the hide off that whore ass of yours.”

I watched as Maggie got undressed and stood in front of me. I had to take a moment and admire her attractive form. She really was a beautiful girl and I smiled to myself knowing this creature was mine to use as I pleased. Getting back to the business at hand I grabbed her hair once again and marched her over to the table, bending her over it and holding her face down on the tabletop. “Now do not move from this position one inch, young lady or what you will receive will be ten times worse for you, Understand me?” I warned her.

“Yes Sir,” she said softly.

As I said earlier, this break in our meetings gave me a chance to be more prepared for her today. I had gone shopping for a few necessary things and had brought with me a small gym bag full of goodies. I went out to the car to get it, while letting her stand there naked and bent over her table, thinking about what she was in store for.

I came back in and set the bag down on the table right in front of her and unzipped it, bringing out the lengths of rope I was going to use to tie her to the table. I heard Maggie softly moan as the ropes came out. I had never tied her up before and didn’t know how she would take to it, but I didn’t have to worry – seeing these ropes made her instantly wetter and hornier! My Maggie was a kinky little slut!

I knelt down, tying one ankle to each table leg and then I moved around and tied her wrists together, stretching her over the top of the table to tie the other end to one of the table legs on the other side. Once I had her securely tied to the table, it left her with hardly any freedom of movement at all. I walked around her examining my handiwork.

“Look at you now whore, all trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey! Your ass and pussy naked and exposed to anything I want to do to it, and you are completely helpless do resist or struggle! This is even better than having you over my knee – I don’t have to waste my energy in holding you down! I can give that whore ass my full attention! Now what to do what to do...” I said. I lightly stroked over her back and down over her ass letting my finger drift lazily down her crack to softly brush over her dripping wet pussy and down the inside of her leg.

Once Maggie was tied in this bent over position and her ass was sticking up in the air, ready for whipping, I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up so she was facing me. “Okay, whore, it’s time for your whipping. Are you ready?”

“Yes Sir, I have been very bad and I deserve to be punished.”

Toying with her, I walked back behind her and smacked her naked ass with my open palm. “Did that hurt, slut?”

“No Sir, it didn’t hurt enough. I need to be hurt much more than that. Please, Sir, whip me with your belt like I deserve.”

The next prop I pulled out of my bag was a thick wooden “ruler”. It wasn’t an actual ruler – that would be too thin and break easily, plus wooden rulers usually have a metal edge on the top which might have cut Maggie. So I made a “ruler” out of 3/8” plywood, 18” long and 1” wide. I sanded the edges a bit so it was safe to use on tender ass flesh. I even marked some lines on it to make it look like a ruler! I picked it up and came back behind Maggie, who knew what was coming next, and was anticipating it. “Smack!” as hard as I could, I struck her other ass cheek. Maggie grunted from the sudden, sharp pain.

“Did that hurt, bitch?”

“Not enough, Sir. I am so bad that I need to be punished much more than that. I need to be whipped with your belt, Sir. Please whip me with your belt because I am such a bad whore that I deserve it.”

I unbuckled my belt and pulled it from my pants. I held it in one hand and yanked Maggie’s head up by the hair again. “With this belt, slut?”

“Yes Sir. Please whip me really hard with that belt, Sir. Please, I should be whipped as hard as you can with that belt.”

Back behind her again, I gently swung the belt so it slapped lightly against her ass.

“Please, Sir. Whip me as hard as you can. Please, whip my naughty whore ass, Sir, the way I deserve for being so bad.”

The anticipation of what was going to happen to her and the teasing I had given her so far was definitely having an effect on Maggie now. A trickle of her pussy juices was slowly running down the insides of her leg. I scooped up a bit with my fingers, licking the sweet juice from them. It was delicious as always.

“Mmm ... your pussy is dripping such sweet honey! One would think you liked this, slut – do you? Do you intentionally act up so I will whip you?” I asked her.

“I-I don’t mean to ... I can’t help it, Sir...” she whimpered.

“That’s because you are a sorry, pathetic, little whore and all you know is to suck cock and fuck. And you aren’t that good at that even! It’s no wonder you work as a waitress – you can’t even make it as a decent whore!

“I’m sorry Sir,” she said.

“Not as sorry as you are going to be, cunt. It’s time to quit playing around and get on with it,” I said.

I pulled back my right arm and swung the belt hard, hitting both of Maggie’s lovely white ass cheeks and leaving red welts on both of them. Although she had been expecting it, Maggie screamed with the searing pain that quickly turned to pleasure, and more juices flowed from her pussy.