Chapter 82: State Dinner

“Wow! You look fabulous,” mom told Paula as she got into the back seat with me.

Paula thanked her and then said, “Sorry that it is a bit over the top even for the restaurant we are going for dinner, but everything I am wearing was carefully arranged to make specific impressions. The ambassador is expected to be seen in certain company who present an image to pique curiosities within his political circles. Dad and Jane said that it was important that I behave in a very certain way to have people there make incorrect assumptions and conclude, incorrectly, my reason for being present.”

She went on to explain that the people here are complete hypocrites. While they speak out against sixteen year old girls having sex with an adult, they freely go to Asia and other countries to get screw girls who just go their periods, if that sexually developed. Evidently that was expected of the people the Ambassadors dealt with frequently around Samoa. Dad only had to choose to be a gentleman to Paula before he did equally so to Mom to give the impression something was different than reality. I was to just be myself, a fourteen year old boy at a boring dinner with people who think I am below them.

“David I expect that you will be seated between Marlene and her mother. I will be seated between the ambassador and your father. Your mother to his right. An empty seat will be next to Marlene,” Paula explained. “Each of us was investigated thoroughly prior to the invitation being extended. Or least they attempted to do so. I reviewed every bit of data they collected. The three of you were quickly cleared as being of little political value. They found me to be an enigma. I have left carefully engineered breadcrumbs and bits of data over classified and unclassified databases of every government in the world. On the surface I am a straight-A student with a high IQ suffering through the indignity of high school solely for development of proper socialization skills. Digging deeper finds conflicting bits of data that imply there is much, much more to me than what should be possible for a fourteen year old girl. His investigators were given a surprise piece of data that referenced the contract number for the one the report signed where it sits on the top-secret server where I drafted it. The same server I used to have it evaluated for possible loopholes. I allowed them to obtain a heavily redacted copy that provided just enough intimate details to be verified as valid. There were enough smoke and mirrors that they were unable to concretely identify I am the same Paula they found in their other searches. I ensured there was just enough bits and pieces that they couldn’t ignore the likelihood that we were one in the same.”

Ok that seems to be playing with fire here, but Paula is so many times smarter than me, she has to know what she is doing. At least I hope she does.

She saw my look and put it on my level, “David I have allowed them to find enough well placed pieces of things about me that they now too scared to be curious to find out if I am the person their searches found. Finding pictures, recordings and files in places they not only shouldn’t, but had been told could never be tends to shake people up.”

In a whisper she told me that she doctored digital video and hidden camera files to show her at places all over the world where she would never be permitted to access. The access logs were modified to show she was granted authorized access to those places. All of the logs had a special sequence of encrypted letters and numbers the indicated a security level higher than the top people ruling their country was required to access the information. Hints about her were leaked out to some of the other people at the restaurant who had also attempted to find out more about her.

Yeah I would say that would scare the shit out of the people investigating her. If nothing else they would not want to fuck with her if they had no idea who all would get pissed if they did.

Dad made sure he was there to seat Paula first as the ambassador was holding the chair for his wife, then dad held the chair for mom. I was to specifically ignore pulling the chair out for Marlene. Paula knew she was used to being treated with the same respect as a woman by every boy or man in her presence. I wasn’t to be rude, just think of Marlene as an annoying little sister or cousin. I would show perfect manners and respect to everyone else. If there so happened to be other girls around seeing me do it would really turn Marlene’s crank. The goal was to get her to have another of her hissy fits to have her make a huge scene out in public. It seems this particular restaurant happens to have a room where parents, who need to do so, can take their children for a private, sound-proofed talk. Each time Marlene got away with her little outbursts and behaviors, the ambassador was seen as weak both politically and as a parent. A public tantrum resulting in her father taking her to be disciplined and returning having had her attitude adjusted would help his reputation greatly.

Mom surprised us all when she said, “David, if this girl behaves in the manner Paula says, she will go off on you as you are the only available target. She will believe she is safe from reproach by a common high school boy because she is the daughter of an ambassador. Unlike what you have seen with your cousins in the past when they did something to you and were taken off to be punished, you will be involved in the punishment. First allow her father to approach her seat. You must be the one to rise and demand firmly that she get up. She will defy you with a venomous verbal and possibly physical assault. Pull her chair out, point in the direction of the back room before demanding firmly that she go there immediately. She won’t. This is where her father is expected to show his authority, for he is to consider you as merely a male child, not a man. Marlene will not refuse him. Take her hand, firmly, and pull her after you in the direction of the back. Drag her roughly across the floor if you must. A man will appear to escort you to the designated area. When inside you are to pull her dress up, push her over the upholstered bench, pull down her panties and hold her down as her father tears into her bare butt until he decides to stop. As is customary, he will be using a paddle designed to cause very little pain while sounding to anyone listening that he is beating the tar out of her. When it is your turn, you will be presented a paddle much closer to the one we have at home. People will be watching David, even if you can’t locate where they are. I know you aren’t one to take pleasure in causing another pain. As distasteful as it may be, you cannot feel any remorse or have any restraint when you paddle her as hard as you are able. Anything less will give the appearance that this behavior modification was staged. You will continue to paddle her until Marlene gives you a sincere, heart-felt apology, or at least one you believe is as close as she is capable. Right now I can tell you that it will take at least three rounds you paddling her until she will be able to comply. Only then out of fear of more pain.”

After Paula got done asking how mom knew any of this, to which she smiled and teased Paula about knowing some things that Paula didn’t, mom turned back to me.

“David I know that this isn’t how we raised you and that you are not a violent boy in any way. I have no idea how to tell you to get to a place in your head where you can do this, but it is very important you are really paddling her as hard as you are possible,” mom told me. “All observers and those viewing video of it later will expect her butt to be black and blue. If she is able to sit comfortably when you have finished, then they will debate if it was all staged.”

At dinner it was just as she said. We were greeted by the ambassador and taken to a table sort of in the middle. Paula walked right next to dad with a slight grip on his arm. Mom was walking back behind him with me behind her. Paula explained walking in this way implied that mom had less status than Paula. I would be completely ignored, just like Marlene, by the people looking on. We were just the young children who should be seen and not heard.

Like Marlene would ever permit herself to be unseen or unheard.

At the table Marlene was there waiting for someone to pull her chair out. Everyone else was seated but the two of us. I just pulled my chair out, sat down and slid up to the table. Eventually she got tired of standing and did it herself.

“You are supposed to pull the chair out for a lady you buffoon,” she said low enough that her dad didn’t hear her, but her mom did.

I responded with “Duh! Our moms and Paula were already seated, so I sat down.”

Oh that is a nice shade of red she has there on her face. No one will mistake that for blushing.

Her anger wasn’t missed by Paula or the ambassador.

All through dinner I did all I could to frustrate her.

I would ignore her when she asked me to pass her something like the salt and pepper, but immediately passed it to her mom. Everything she would say to me would be snotty and belittling. More than once her father gave her a sharp look, but she ignored him.

Wow! I may have been ignoring everyone, but it seems that I still learned a lot of ways to annoy the shit out of someone.

For my part I would do as I had been told and treated her like an annoying little sibling or cousin I got stuck sitting beside. I promptly answered questions from her mother when asked, but ignored Marlene until she had repeated her question at least twice. When I did answer her I gave brief answers that really didn’t give any substance. She wouldn’t even be bothered to answer any questions I asked her.

I can’t believe what finally made her go off on me was something I didn’t even do on purpose. She was going on and on about something that seemed completely important to her. Maybe it was meant to impress me somehow, I don’t know. All through it she as taking bites of her food.

One piece of something went flying out onto the table and I said automatically, “Gross! Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

I had heard it so many times growing up and when I was around other kids that I said it when an adult wasn’t near enough to us or didn’t see the food go flying.

“Where the fuck does a common unsophisticated stupid boy who attends a government funded public school get the idea he can speak to me about manners? I regularly attend dinners with royalty, presidents and rulers of countries. You would never be permitted to see the inside of a restaurant like this if we hadn’t invited you,” she yelled out at me.

Her father said sternly, “Marlene that is quite enough.”

“It all your fault! You made me come and sit next to this stupid uncivilized fucking dimwitted asshole so you could talk to that slut beside you. It is bad enough I have to put up with all the little brats of people that matter,” she screamed as loud as she could at him. “I don’t have to put up with this shit from him. He didn’t even pull out my chair. What a dumb moronic barbarian!”

You have to be kidding me, right? She didn’t just scream that out as loud as she could, did she? In a place like this? Man doesn’t she have any filters between her brain and mouth?

She stopped when she saw her dad start to stand, so I pretended to wipe off my mouth with my napkin as I whisper taunted her with, “You’re in trouble. You’re in trouble.” in my little kid voice.

Her dad came over just like Mom told me. Marlene flew off in a renewed rant at the top of her lungs when I stood up as well. I demanded her to get up. All that did was make her start going off on me. Her dad pulled back the chair and pulled her to her feet by one arm. I took her hand to pull her behind me. She resisted, of course.

Good to have the shield energy powering my muscles, I just have to be careful to not overdo it and sling her across the room or really do something that hurts her. Is pulling her arm out of the socket too much?

Flatly, and hoping my voice wouldn’t crack, I told her ominously, “I will drag you.”

She still resisted, so I gave her a hard tug. Only my holding her hand kept her from face planting. After I drug her across the floor for a ways she quickly scrambled to her feet. The “discussion room,” as it was marked on the door, was in a hallway outside the kitchens in the opposite direction to the bathrooms. The man I had followed back here unlocked the door, turned on the lights and told us we wouldn’t be disturbed. He politely, with the required snobbish sounding tone, said everything we required was where it was expected.

Before Marlene could even react, I had her dress pulled up to be under her stomach and panties were down around her high heeled shoes. I don’t know where it came from, but I was a different person right now. I made sure she would know there was no use trying to fight back as I pushed her hard down onto the cushions on the bench. After she got her hands slapped by the paddle when she covered her butt, I grabbed her wrists to pull both arms up behind until anymore would actually cause damage.

Man is he really going to town on her. I mean she deserves this and it should have been done long ago, but even I don’t think it should be that much. Not like I am going to stop him!

Marlene had no idea of the protocol and assumed that when he was done, that was it. She made a few obviously fake sniffles and an apology that wouldn’t fool a toddler. When she tried to lift up, she got a surprise.

“Don’t even contemplate it Marlene. It is my duty to discipline you for your insolence and embarrassment you brought on our family in front of my peers,” he told her. “Publically degrading and berating a guest, much less a completely stranger who put your life over their own, just isn’t tolerated in our social circles. David is due full retribution and an honest apology. He will get both.”

Marlene looked back over her shoulder at where I was holding a very well-crafted paddle with holes drilled in it, lifted her pink butt, wiggled it and started to say, “Let me know when you get tired. I doubt I will even feel...”

Ok this was going to be a lot easier than I thought.

I had to hold way back on my strength. The first swat was so hard it knocked her down into the bench and knocked the wind out of her. She looked back in surprise just as the paddle was again swinging at her butt. I can’t say I liked the screams, but anyone listening and watching wouldn’t be able to say she was faking them. I gave her two dozen hard swats in total and her butt was a dark red now.

I pulled her up by her hair, which was probably not what I was supposed to do. Her father told her to apologize for her behavior. What she gave back was filled with stubborn attitude of resistance.

I reached down, unzipped and then pulled her dress completely off her before she could react. She was now just with her panties around her heels as I pushed her back down onto the bench. I gave her another dozen hard swats before pulling using her hair to pull her up for another attempt at an apology. Mom was wrong. It took her five rounds. It would probably have taken even more if not for her father showing her some sort of paddle I was to use next to ensure a change in her attitude. I saw real fear in her eyes as I was handed the paddle. I couldn’t see any difference. Maybe there wasn’t any but something psychological. Whatever it was, she found her voice again. Hear screams sounded like I was slowly pulling off strips of thick plastic that had been super-glued to the inside of her pussy’s inner lips. When I stopped paddling her she dropped to her knees, looked up at me with her red, tear-stained eyes and begged me to forgive her. She would do anything to show how sorry she was, even suck my dick or let me stick in in her anywhere I wanted. Every word she said was dripping with polite sincerity. Her father holding yet another new paddle that appeared to ensure she wasn’t trying to fake anything.

Was this all a mind game then? Her plump butt wasn’t even showing any pain now, just heat. Sure it had would really bruised from when I hit a little too hard. Might as well make her sweat it out a little bit.

I stayed still and silent as I looked down at her. That had to punish her more than anything else. After five minutes she was turning to look at her dad with begging eyes, but not speaking a word.

At ten minutes it was too much and she turned to her father to beg, “Daddy, please. Tell him my permitting him to use my body like that of an incompetent servant is the ultimate humiliation for one in our world. I know not of any other way to show him how truly sorry I am for my behavior towards him and our family.”

I looked him in the eyes and saw what I needed.

I reached down to help her stand, pulled up her panties, got her dress on her, removed the ties in her hair and had her sit on the bench.

I don’t know that this brush has ever been used to brush hair or not, but if it gives her lice or other issues, then she can deal with it. I am sure living in Samoa she has had lice a time or two.

I got on the bench behind her and soon had her long hair brushed out. With a speed I didn’t even know I was capable of, I had her hair braided into something ... well ... I can’t even really describe it. I know it was in a whole different class from what I did early today in my room.

Where did those ribbons and chords come from? They look to be an exact match to her dress. Oh shit!

I quickly had her stand and checked over her dress. I was even more confused now because there was none of it missing, but the ribbons and shiny braided chords I had put in her hair couldn’t have come from anyplace else. I didn’t worry much about it as I turned her around to gently wash her face. All of the makeup someone had put on her was gone now. Other than her puffy red eyes, she looked like a little girl dressed up in a fancy dress with equally fancy hair. Marlene now looked to be closer to what I guessed was her real age of nine or ten, instead of a flat chested twelve or thirteen.

When she saw herself in the mirror it must have really hit her hard. She threw her arms around her father and started crying again, really blubbering away. It took her a few minutes to get herself under control and then we left to return to the table.

On the way back I was walking a half step in front of her father with her now obediently following along behind us like the scolded child she was. It didn’t go unnoticed by any of the people looking on. Mom, dad, and Paula seemed to think that where I was walking was somehow socially important. Marlene’s mom went pale. It definitely wasn’t the “oh my god, what happened to my daughter?” pale look. It was the same, blood completely drained from her face pale I had seen in the cage of orphaned kids when there was the least little sound. I thought it was from the confident look on the Ambassador’s face now. I was way off.

When I looked over at her, the ambassador’s wife seemed to shrink down in her chair a bit. She wouldn’t meet my eyes.

Marlene was definitely, at least for now, visibly changed too. I politely pulled her chair out for her and she thanked me sincerely with a flair I can only guess that they teach princesses and kids who might be in the presence of princesses.