Chapter 4

When Pamela awoke she found herself tied to the couch with her face in the cushions and her ass upended over the armrest. Her arms were stretched to their limit, the cord binding her wrists attached to the legs at the foot of the couch. She stood on tiptoes, calves spread wide, her ankles attached to the opposite legs... With the hem of her skirt tucked into its waistband and her cheer panties at half mast, stretched wide between her knees it was impossible to hide her private parts from this leering nerd. "Damn!, how could I have been so stupid, me and my big mouth" she fumed inwardly. She clenched her rear cheeks again, awaiting my first swat.

The little pink rosebud seemed to be winking at me as the ping pong paddle connected with its intended target, Pam's perfect posterior. Payback IS a bitch!

Smack... Owww!

Guilt and shame can have a negative impact on therapy, and I intended to purge these negative feelings from my client. While under hypnosis I had imparted a scenario to her that had me finding her drunk and verbose, tearfully telling her tutor about the abuse at the hands of her uncle, the uncertainty of her sexual identity, the high she got from teasing, and even her private masturbatory fantasies. This enthralled surrender of her denial was cathartic, but I wanted the truth to be ingrained in her memory. I further suggested that I secretly taped the conversation and was blackmailing her with threats to give the cassette to her parents. To insure my silence she reluctantly agreed to submit to my form of corporal correction. With a countdown: three, two, one; and a keyword, "cocktease", she came out of the trance in her present predicament.

Smack... Yeoww!

"This is for your own good Pammy!"

Smack... Owwwch!

"You were a bad girl to keep this secret"

Smack... Yeoww!

I began alternating forehand and backhand, like playing a volley with her jiggling bum the ping pong ball.

Smack... Smack... Smack... Oh!... Oh!... Oh!

Crack... Crack... Crack... Uh!... Uh!... Uh!

"Your uncle... Smack... molested you... Smack... and got away with it... Smack...

He could have... Smack... molested another... Smack... little girl... Smack...

Did you... Smack... ever... Smack... think of that... Smack... Did you?"... Smack...

Bu, but I... Smack... I yii yi yiii!... Smack...

"Did you... Smack... want... Smack... that?... Smack... Did you?"... Smack...

N... Smack... Owwww!... I.m sorr... Smack... eee!

"Maybe you... Smack... liked it... Smack... did you... Smack... cum?"... Smack

I... Smack... didn't... Smack... mean... Smack... to... Smack... Oooo!

Pamela's face was almost as red as her ass and a sheen of sweat broke out on her pain wracked body. I was getting pretty hot myself, my cock now rock hard in the tight confines of my jeans. As I walloped her butt even harder, she yelped ever louder Her screams were music to my ears, but I didn't want to disturb my neighbors. Giving her bum and my arm a brief rest I unzipped my pants and removed them along with my underwear. Swiveling her head around at the sound Pammy gasped in horror. She probably thought that rape would be a part of her punishment, but I surprised her by retrieving my tidy-not so whitey underwear and stuffing them into her oral cavity.