Chapter 8: After School

The walk home was rather uneventful. Other than the stares from the kids who recognized her from school, Jennifer hadn't spoken much on the way, still a little afraid of what her father was going to do next.

Once they arrived at the house, she got closer to Paul, hoping maybe him being with her would make it easier. She was afraid he would be mad about the morning events, not to mention the letter she still had to give him.

They walked up to the front door, which was normally left unlocked at this time of day so she could go straight inside. Today, though, the door was locked. She grunted in frustration. "He meant to have it locked. He thought I was still be nude and I would have to wait until he opened the door."

She rang the doorbell several times. She could hear him on his way. She leaned closer to Paul "Are you ready?"

"I guess so." Paul was a little nervous, actually. He didn't know what Mr. Wilson would actually have to say.

Peter Wilson came to the door and unlocked it. "What are you doing wearing a robe, Jennifer?" he asked, surprised. When she explained, he told the two kids to come into the house.

"Sir, the principal, Mr. Burns, wanted me to ask you about whether you wanted to continue with this after school," said Paul.

"Wanted YOU to ask me. Why you?"

Paul explained about being chosen as Jennifer's partner.

"Hmmmm, that's a change." He looked at Paul appraisingly. "Do you think you can handle that?"

"I think so, sir."

"So you just keep the others away from her? That's not supposed to be the way the program works."

"No, I handle some of the punishments."

"You SPANK my daughter?"

"Uh, yes sir. When she needs it."

"Jennifer, go upstairs and get changed. Put your clothes on."

She wasn't going to argue with that. She had considered all kinds of ideas on what he might have done and this definitely was not one of them. She had even thought as far as he might have hidden all her clothes from her. Him telling her to get dressed was like a blessing from God.

She quickly jogged up the steps, still wearing the robe she had gotten from school. She thought ahead and stopped by the bathroom. He hadn't said that she couldn't get a little creative. She walked over to where all the medicine and lotions were kept.

"Let's see, that one should do just fine." It was a pain relief cream with a numbing factor that said would also speed the healing process of bruises. No one had said she couldn't use it so she was going to use the unspoken rule to her advantage.

She squeezed the bottle and smeared some of the cream on each cheek. Its effect was near instant as she felt her bottom begin to tingle. It felt really, really good. She washed her hands and slipped back into her robe. Then she walked over to the toilet. In case either one of them had seen her go into the bathroom, she flushed the toilet.

Off to her room now. She didn't want to put on anything that was too time consuming, that would be a waste of time just for around the house. She rummaged through her closet and picked out some of her lazy clothes, a pair of jeans, faded from use, and a rather form fitting blouse.

The jeans were rather tight but the lotion had already taken effect and she could no longer feel any pain from the spanking. She laid the old robe on her bed and decided she would pack it into her backpack for tomorrow's use as well.

Paul felt terrible. He really was looking forward to continuing this in private but it appeared that he would just be allowed to do this in school.

After Jennifer had gone, Peter turned back to Paul who was getting ready to leave. "Not so fast, boy. I can tell from that look of disappointment that you were expecting to continue and now you think you can't."

"I guess so, sir."

"Well that's not the idea. I sent the girl upstairs to get dressed so she could have a break. It will be much more effective then when you have her undress for you a little later."

Paul looked at him in surprise.

Peter laughed. Jennifer has been a bit spoiled. But she's 16 and it's time for her to develop. I talked to Mr. Burns earlier today. I know exactly what's been going on. You are going to continue to be Jen's guardian and she will be under your care for at least the next week. Now I want to spring it on her as a surprise so let's hold off on it for a bit. From the look on her face, she hasn't gotten a real spanking yet, has she?"

Paul looked sheepish. "I was taking it easy on her."

"Well tonight you are going to do the following." He began to explain just what Paul was to do.

Jennifer closed her door and started walking back downstairs. She had heard her father telling Paul something but the moment her foot hit the first step and it made a squeaking noise he stopped. She knew it didn't sound good for her; there was something he was hiding from her.

She walked into the living room and sat in the floor "Indian style" in between her father, who was on the couch, and Paul, who had taken residence in the armchair. "So what were you guys talking about?" She posed the question to both of them, though she doubted she would get an honest answer.

Peter looked at his daughter. In her casual clothes she managed to look younger than her 16 years. He saw her almost as a child but he knew Paul had a different view entirely. "Jennifer, I know you think that your naked in school experience is now over for the day but it isn't. I let you have a break but Paul is going to continue to be in charge of you. He tells me that you still have a spanking coming and I have authorized him to give it to you.

"Now, young lady, there is also the matter of the report from the school you were supposed to give me. I want to know how you are doing in the program." He held out his hand to get the report.

Paul was listening and he was in heaven. He was in charge of the girl he really liked. Peter had made it very clear that he was to go ahead and totally indulge in his desires. He had also given Paul a few things that would be very helpful in dealing with Jennifer. He was to take her up to her room and there he would be able to finally let loose and deal with her the way he really wanted to. He had been told that undressing her again in private would be a whole new experience. He looked forward to it.

She stood up and walked over to her backpack. "I think I did OK, it being my first day and all." She shuffled through the papers until she found the envelope addressed to her father. "Here it is." She handed it over. She didn't know if she would like what it said or if it would just mean more punishment for her. Though right now, a spanking wouldn't have too much of an effect since the cream still had a hold on her bottom. She wouldn't openly admit to it, though.

Peter quickly read though the note from the school. "It appears you are adjusting very well to the program. They wanted to know if I want to keep it going after school and I think as long as you are under Paul's supervision, you will be fine. You do not have to go naked the rest of the time. However, Paul has total authority over you for the rest of the week while you are in the program. After that, we will see further.

"Paul, I want to make sure discipline is a part of this experience for Jennifer. She is to be spanked any time you decide to do so and she is to receive at least one spanking every day. It is up to you to decide if it is to be in public or not. And that is in addition to any punishment she receives from the school authorities."

"I understand, sir. But I just can't do this unless Jennifer agrees to let me. I really care about her and I want to do what's right for her."

"Well Jennifer," said her father. "What will it be?"

"Oh, ummm ... well..." Jennifer had a feeling she was damned if she did and damned if she didn't. "Well, yes. I do want him to stay with me."

Paul inwardly gave a sigh of relief. His feelings for Jennifer rose 10 points.

She had the feeling she would have a much better chance with him than without. On the one hand she wouldn't have any time alone but, on the other hand, he would probably have more sympathy for her than her father would.

"So if I'm getting this right, over the next week Paul is going to have more control over me than I do?"

Paul started to say something and then caught himself. It wasn't his place to say.

She already knew that was the case but she wanted to hear it from her father. She knew the idea didn't sound good but she couldn't help but feel strange. Not bad, it was hard for her to explain. She hadn't experienced anything like it before.

"And I know you said something about another spanking, how long until I have to face that one?"

"Not long," said Peter. "I already told Paul I want you spanked tonight. And this time I want him to go all the way. He has been taking it much too easy on you. It's high time you found out what a real spanking is like. I want tears and plenty of them. If he can't do it, I will."

"No sir, you don't have to do that. I will make sure she gets a proper spanking." He looked at Jennifer, trying to tell her silently that he wouldn't overdo it.

Paul liked the way she looked but he was going to like even more, taking those clothes off her. He was going to do that himself. It suddenly occurred to him that with what Peter had told him in private, for the next week, Jennifer was really his to do with as he pleased. He had very mixed feelings about it. He certainly didn't want her to feel tortured but on the other hand, she was going to submit to him.

He had read a book once where the women were slaves and were made to kneel before their Masters. He wondered what that would be like. Perhaps in a day or so, he would try it. Tonight, though, he wanted to hold her and touch her and other things of a more personal nature. Her father had told him to indulge. He said it would be good for both of them. He didn't want to push himself on her, though. She sure was a good looking girl.

"Well, since I don't have long, I think I'll pass on any snacks." She was getting a little hungry but nothing unbearable. She stood up and dusted off the back of her jeans. "If no one has any objections I think I'm going to head to my room. I'm going to read over some of today's notes."

She walked over to her backpack and slung it across her shoulder. "You can join me whenever you feel like it Paul." She made the walk back to her room and gave her father and Paul a little more time to talk if they needed it. She didn't really plan on reading her notes; she thought this might give her and Paul a little alone time before he had to punish her.

Paul watched her leave and looked at Peter for guidance.

"Go on, son. You know what to do. Take this with you." He handed Paul a leather briefcase.

Paul took it and went upstairs after Jennifer. He knocked on her door and went in when he heard her tell him to come in.

He tried to act self-assured but he was nervous. She looked at him and he took a deep breath. "Your dad told me what he expected but there is no hurry. Let me lay it out for you. I'm going to spend the night here. Your dad is going to let my folks know I'm needed here. Then we can go to school tomorrow together.

"Now I do want to talk a little and then I will give you your spanking but first I want to undress you myself. That's part of what I have to do." He walked over to where she was sitting and asked her to get up. Then he put his arms around her and drew her in close to him. He put his mouth on hers and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.

She looked up at him, wondering what was next.

He didn't wait. He gave her another, more demanding, kiss this time and let his hands start to wander over her young body. He pulled her shirt out of her pants so that he could reach underneath and run his fingers over her skin. He slipped into her pants and reached in as far as he could go without actually removing anything. Then he kissed her lips again and moved to kiss the side of her neck. His hands moved boldly to her breasts, fondling them through her top.

Jennifer was surprised by how fast Paul had come on to her. She loved his hands running across her, it felt so warm and wonderful. She couldn't help but feel guilty. She started to try and back away. Paul must have gotten the idea about what she was doing and stopped.

"Are you sure about this? I mean it just doesn't feel right. Does my Father know about this?"

She felt emotionally torn. Part of her wanted to continue and see how far Paul would go and the other part felt like she was betraying her Father. He had always told her since she had started dating to be safe and be sure she was ready. She knew things hadn't gotten that far but she knew they easily could.

Then it came to her. Her Father had technically given her away for the next week. Paul was the one who now made the calls. She knew if it was what Paul wanted, she would have to give it to him one way or another. She also had the feeling her father more than just knew about it but had planned on it.

She looked over at Paul and gave him a look that expressed she was sorry. "I had my priorities out of whack. I'm sorry." She didn't feel like calling him Paul was appropriate at the moment. "What would you like me to call you when we are alone?"

Paul was taken aback at first. Then he remembered that Peter had made it very clear that he was to go ahead and make her a woman. Starting with her first question, he said, "Jen, your father made it very clear that you belong to me for the week. I'm supposed to do a lot with you. And, to be frank, it's what I've wanted to do for a long time. I've always liked you and you are so beautiful..." He blushed a little. "This is a dream come true for me. I know you won't like all of it but I can make it a lot better or a lot worse for you. Now you know I won't make it worse than I have to but I confess, I do enjoy spanking you. And I am going to do that again in a few minutes.

"But as to what you call me in private..." His mind suddenly flashed to the stories he had read and found so thrilling. He wondered if he dared to... "You can call me Master. But only in private," he hastened to add.

He put his arms around her and gave her a hug. He loved the feel of her body against his and wanted to feel it even more when she wasn't wearing clothes. He thought about what was in the bag and couldn't wait to try it.

Jennifer was shocked for a second but quickly came to terms with it. Master. It seemed so strange to call anyone that. It reminded her of the medieval ages, the way names were given back then but she knew her experience would be much different.

She also had a growing curiosity to what was in the suitcase. She hadn't seen it out in a long time. It had been lying in her father's room for a while but she never really cared what was in it. Now, though, was a different situation. Since it was now going to have something to do with her she knew she would need to know.

She hugged him back, released him and slid off the bed. She walked over to the suitcase and lifted it up. "I would rather not see, until after you see it." She placed it down on the bed and turned it so it was facing Paul when it opened but the lid would be facing her. "Do want me to open it..." She almost choked on the next word but it seemed to flow out more naturally than she thought it would have. "Master?" She blushed after saying it, knowing she had just admitted he now held all the power.

Paul felt a rush go through him when she called him Master. He had no idea what it was but it was incredible. Master. He was totally in charge of a beautiful girl that he had strong and growing feelings for. "No, don't open it yet. I will get to it but I want to have you naked first." He walked over to her and began to confidently unbutton her shirt. He was glad to see that she didn't resist. He decided that she knew he had already seen her naked and would again tomorrow so it really didn't matter.

He took his time undressing her. This was different because he could touch her to his heart's content as he removed her clothing. As he drew off her shirt, he ran his hands down her arms, feeling her shudder as he did. She wasn't wearing a bra so he then indulged himself with fondling her breasts. Then he leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it and felt it grow hard. He turned to the other one and did the same. Then he undid and drew down her pants, leaving her in just her panties. He stepped back and took a good, hard look at her, staring until she started to fidget and blush.

Jennifer didn't know if she should move forward and climb into his embrace or stand still and let him look. She had a feeling she was doing what he wanted from the looks he was giving her. She could feel her face getting brighter the more he stared but she didn't want him to stop.

Paul knew what he was doing and Jennifer couldn't help but wonder if he had done this to any other girls before. He wasn't an amateur at what he was doing and she recognized that. Finally she was able to break free of his gaze and lurched forward into his arms. She wrapped her arms firmly around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest.

She didn't know what he would want her to do next. She could never have predicted the change of events that had unfolded since she arrived home. She had the feeling that her decisions had opened a door in her life she would never be able to close again. "Don't let go," she whispered into his ear and enjoyed every moment she had until he gave her his next order.

When Paul heard what she said, he was stunned. He dropped his hand to her ass to pull her in closer and just stood there with her in his arms. Her father had told him she would react this way and he hadn't believed him. He knew his daughter well.