Chapter 17: The Patient

Jennifer sat in the back seat of her father's car between Paul and Betty. Paul had called him with his cell phone and he had left work to come and get them. They were on their way back to her house. Paul had let his own parents know and Betty's as well that they would be with Jennifer. The nurse had used her authority to dismiss them all from school for the rest of the day.

Mr. Wilson left them all off and told them he had to return to work but that Paul was to make sure Jennifer got proper rest. With her arms around the other two, Jennifer managed to walk into the house and up to her bedroom. They tucked her into bed and she insisted that she needed some sleep so they left her there.

Paul warned her to call if she needed anything and then he and Betty went downstairs. "Do you realize this is the first time we've been alone together?" Betty said.

Jennifer listened as she heard the two of them leave her room. Once they were clear and downstairs, she sat up in the bed. She knew it was going as she had planned it. Even if she hadn't gotten sick, she had intended to get them alone together somehow.

She wanted to see what they were talking about but knew better than to get up. Instead, she just picked up a book she had been reading and decided to relax and let nature take its course.

Betty watched as Paul thought about her question. "It's true, you know. I came home with you and Jennifer and it's been us three since then. It feels a little empty without her, don't you think?"

Paul started to answer and then thought a minute. "It does but I'm glad we have some time together. Being thrown together like this has been very intense but it has also been very wonderful." He looked a bit embarrassed. "You know I used to fantasize about you."

Betty looked at him in surprise. "You did?"

"Uh huh. You have such a delicious figure it really got to me but I never in a million years thought I'd get to see it this way," he said, indicating her nakedness.

Betty laughed. She was used to it by now. "I know how all the boys looked at me. I guess they all got their fill now."

"Well I still like to look. Stand up and put your hands on your head." Betty did as she was told. Paul got more serious as he said, "I was always attracted to Jennifer as a person but having come to know you this way has changed my perceptions of you. You are not anything like what I thought. You are really very brave."

"Brave?" said Betty, surprised. "What makes you say that?"

"I don't know that I could handle this. Being taken over and controlled this way," said Paul.

Betty laughed. "Of course, not silly. You're a Master."

Paul smiled. "I guess you're right. But in doing this, what I wanted to say was, I feel a closeness to you. You have become very special to me." He stood up, put his arms around the naked girl and gave her a hug and a kiss that took her breath away.

"What are we doing, Master? What do you want me to do? I'll do anything you want me to and maybe you could do me a favor." A smile spread across her face. Now was the time for her to really get her way with Jennifer -- when she got better that was.

Paul looked at her. He knew he was going to spank her again. That was a joy for him. And then he would decide how to use her body. Suddenly he had an idea. "Let's go into her father's room. He won't be home for hours." He led her into the other room to let Jennifer rest. "Lie down on the bed on your stomach. I'm going to brush your hair. You can tell me what you want as a favor while I do that."

Betty didn't know why he wanted to brush her hair but she was OK with anything he said. Naked, she lay down on the bed as Paul got Jennifer's mother's heavy wooden hairbrush. He had seen it on the dresser. "I want you up on your elbows," Paul corrected. Again Betty obeyed. Paul gathered back Betty's long, silken blonde hair and lay it on her back. "Now what did you want me to do for you?" he asked her. As he did, he drew the hairbrush over her head, down through her long locks and then swept it off her hair, through the air, and landed it with a smack on her round, upturned rump.

She yelped a bit when it first hit. Not from the pain, it didn't hurt that much, but from the surprise. "Well, I remember you saying Jennifer was second-in-command in a sense but I was thinking, what if I changed roles with her for just one day? That's all I ask, one day. Let me have control over her. Pretty please."

Betty turned over to look him in the eyes and hoped to use her body to persuade him to answer the way she wanted. "I'm just asking for one day, let me use her." She wasn't sure how well this would go over with Paul but then it hit her, make it worth his while.

"I'll pay for it. I mean I'll willingly give myself to you in any way you want right now." As she said it, she thought about how even if she hadn't said that, she would have given herself to him at his whim, anyway.

Without realizing it, Paul reflected his principle's attitude in his own as he said, "You belong to me. You will give yourself to me willingly in any way I want, ALL THE TIME."

"Yes, Master," came the subdued response.

"But I kind of like the idea anyway. We will see. I'll think about it. I'll see what Jennifer has to say."

Betty gasped. "You won't tell her, will you?"

"Oh yes I will. I told you, right now she is in charge of you after me."

Betty stuck her lower lip out and pouted.

Paul said, "I think you were offering me something. I am going to take you up on it. There is something I wanted to try." He got up and went back to Jennifer's bedroom where all their stuff was. He found her asleep and very quietly he went to the bag of toys her father had given him. He pulled out what he wanted and snuck back out without waking her.

Betty was lying on her back, waiting for him to return. She had been worrying and scheming, trying to figure a way to get what she wanted. She smiled at him as he came over to her. "What do you have behind your back, Master?"

"This," he said as he slapped it down on the bed next to her. It made a swishing noise as it cut though the air. Betty's eyes got wide as she looked at the thin, whippy cane in his hands.

Betty knew what was next; it wasn't a surprise or a shock. "How many, Master? I keep my word. What about if Jennifer doesn't accept? Do we just drop the idea? If Jennifer wanted to do something like that would you let her?" She was trying to use guilt on her side. "Where do you want me?"

Paul told her, "Stretch out on the bed." After she had done so, he gathered some pillows and had her lift up so he could tuck them under her middle. It pushed her bottom up a bit. He looked at how she was and wished he could have access to her breasts as well. They were squashed into the bed. He put her wrist and ankle cuffs on and then attached ropes to each of them. Finally he attached the other ends of the ropes to the legs of the bed so it held her comfortably spread-eagled to the bed.

Once she was secure, he said to her, "I said I would talk to Jennifer about you being in charge for a day, I didn't say that I would let her decide. I am the Master here. I make the decisions. Now get ready, here comes the first."

He tapped her plump bottom a couple of times lightly and then lifted the cane and swept it down hard across her bottom.

At first she just gasped and then she howled. It was like a thin bar of hot iron had just been laid across her ass. It was MUCH worse than anything that had been done to her before. It really hurt. She struggled but the ropes held her tight. She didn't know how much of this she could take. Tears sprang to her eyes. It felt like she was being cut in two. Paul saw a red weal appear where the cane had struck. He hesitated and then decided to try again, a little lower.

Swish, THAWCK! "AIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Betty let out a full-throated scream of agony which brought a sleepy Jennifer running in to see what was going on.

"What's the matter?" she asked breathlessly.

"Just trying something new," Paul said nonchalantly.

Jennifer looked at Betty, worried. "Don't hurt her TOO much," she said.

"Well, she actually offered me this in return for letting you be in charge of her for a day."

"What?!" said Jennifer in a tone of outrage. She looked at Paul. "You aren't going to DO that, are you, Master?"

"Actually I might. I haven't decided. But how are you feeling?"

She was a little shocked. Losing her place of power, however limited it was, would hurt. "I'm feeling better, the medicine the nurse gave me helped my fever. I would feel better still if I didn't know that I might actually be demoted for a day." She sighed. "But I know you know what's best, Master." She stretched her arms and looked at the sight of the whippy cane and Betty. "If you're busy here, I think I'll take a bath. If that is OK with you."

Betty looked down at the bed and fought to suppress her smile. At this rate she would get to be in charge. She just had to keep Paul on her side.

"Well, why don't you wait a bit while I finish up with Betty? You can help me and then Betty and I will help you with your bath. She can wash you."

Betty frowned at this. That wasn't what she had in mind.

Jennifer smiled. "Yes, Master, if that is your wish."