Chapter Three

Rafe didn't buy for a moment that any of this was really true, however deeply the obviously frantic young beauty before him might have meant what she was claiming. But her agreement was good enough, since he found her just as sizzling hot as she did him. He suspected that eros and discipline could be melded here in all manner of intriguing ways. So he merely extended his hand and shook the sweaty, trembling palm of his new submissive, saying: ‘Then I guess we have us a deal. Let's call the Deputy in and see about getting you released so we can get on with our little mutual project.’

The Foreman had accumulated several months of unspent leave time over his years of service to the Hidalgos, and this was a good time to take a chunk of it. He and Estela had discussed the possibility of his taking Nicole under his wing, and she had agreed (though secretly feeling a surprising stab of jealousy at the thought of another woman getting so much attention from the young man whom she had steadily found more attractive in the decade they had worked together). But she was not a woman to allow herself to be ruled by such childish emotions, and in truth the time Rafe asked to take off coincided with a trip she had planned to the Far East and Europe to review business interests and close a couple of property deals. So when the very nervous young woman was handed into the Ranch's panel truck by the Foreman, he knew that for the next month he had no other obligations than to focus on her rehabilitation.

Rafe had another set of experiences that bore strongly on his decision to take up the rather daunting challenge of taming Nicole. While he was stationed in Iraq, his buddy Jack from the interrogation side of the Intelligence services (who had originally introduced him to the BDSM circles back in the states) called him in on a case. While the interrogation itself was a practiced art known only to the experts such as Rafe's friend, agents with IT and Arabic skills were sometimes needed in real time to check information being revealed by the prisoners. The case involved a beautiful Shia woman suspected of Iranian ties, perhaps even a deep cover agent of the Mullahs. She had been captured while placing an IED in a crowded Sunni marketplace, and brought to their clandestine Intelligence base outside Bagram. Her name was Leyla.

A large dossier on her was completed by Rafe, arming his buddy with the information he needed to be most effective in breaking her. And then our hero watched over the video feed with an uncomfortable combination of fascination, discomfort, and sexual arousal as his BDSM friend lived out a sadist's dream. She was hooded and cuffed to a sturdy metal chair bolted to the floor of the soundproof interrogation room. And there she was subjected to an intricate dance of various kinds of humiliation and discomfort, alternating with periods when his friend would 'rescue' her with acts of kindness. Gradually, she was stripped of her clothes and her dignity, always punished when she lied or dissimulated, and always rewarded when she revealed new information (as confirmed by Rafe over the intercom from the next room). By the end, she had revealed a treasure trove of confirmed data about the inner workings of the insurgency, and her tormentor had never even broken her skin.

This experience formed one of the bases from which the Foreman planned to construct his rehabilitation of Nicole. He insisted on receiving copies of all legal and medical and family records pertaining to his unsuspecting new project, who expected him to be just as clueless and easily manipulated as all of her previous rehab counselors. But Iraq had taught Rafe that good intelligence was the key to any successful operation, and there was no reason to believe that principle didn't include his current project. So he was intimately familiar with her entire file by the time he took custody of her. The pretty young woman fidgeting in the passenger seat of the panel truck openly studied her breathtakingly handsome captor, with whom she was already a little in love just from their discussions before he agreed to take on her case. She wished she was attired in something more appealing than the thrift store hand-me-downs the jail provided on her release. Her own clothes had been discarded on her arrest, being soaked in vomit past the redemption of the hoosegow's basic laundry capabilities. The dowdy house dress and utilitarian cotton underwear and sandals she wore were hardly designed to forward her plans to seduce him as soon as possible.

As they started on the long drive from the county seat to the Ranch, Rafe conducted a low-key interrogation of his nervous companion. He asked for her drug abuse history, and within about ten minutes she had already departed from the truth as confirmed in several of her records. He calmly pulled the van over to the shoulder of the lightly traveled country road, and turned to look penetratingly at his confused passenger. ‘Why are we stopping?’ she asked. He replied: ‘One of the vital features of your recovery program is that you will be immediately punished for every lie (either of commission or omission), as well as any other infraction. Unbuckle your seat belt and climb in the back for your spanking.’

Nicole flushed brilliantly, as redheads were wont to do when embarrassed or upset, realizing that the first test of her promise to cooperate with Rafe's discipline without complaint was at hand. She had, as was her usual pattern, promptly put out of her mind the agreement she had made. Also as usual, she was as inclined towards cooperation as a newly captured feral cat, though she struggled in vain not to show this. Rafe remarked dryly: ‘Seems like our penitent girl who was so anxious to pledge her undying obedience in order to get out of jail is having second thoughts. Your spanking will be doubled for not cooperating immediately, and I will be happy to double it again if your naughty little ass is not in the back of this van in the next ten seconds. If we keep going at this rate, you may never sit comfortably again, young lady!’

His totally flustered charge fumbled with her seat belt and barely squeezed her slender body between the seats before the allotted time had expired, as her implacable captor coolly kept an eye on his wristwatch. The back of the van had a few wooden crates on its carpeted floor, but was otherwise empty, though the walls were carpeted as well to cushion its contents against jostling during transport. The space was five feet in height, not nearly tall enough for the rangy redhead to stand comfortably, so she crouched uneasily to sit on one of the crates. Rafe squeezed his own much larger body through the opening between the seats with the practiced ease that characterized his movements under most circumstances, and sat on another crate facing Nicole.

The Foreman calmly rolled up the sleeves of his blue work shirt, revealing powerfully muscled forearms that on another occasion Nicole would have found quite erotically intriguing. Now, as she realized that these same muscles were going to be powering her impending spanking, she glanced at them fearfully. This emotion increased when he reached back to a leather pocket clipped to his belt and took out the handcuffs that were his right to carry as a deputized member of the Mounted Patrol. He instructed: ‘Stick out your hands so I can clip these onto your wrists. In my experience, naughty girls like yourself who have not yet learned self-control are not able to refrain from reaching back to try to interfere with what's happening to their rear ends when they're getting their medicine. So we'll just head that possibility off at the pass, and that way you can concentrate on learning your lesson instead of trying not to reach back and stop it.’

Nicole had been cuffed more than a few times in the course of her career as a bad girl, as Rafe well knew from reading her arrest records. But in those cases, her hands had always been held behind her back in order to receive their bracelets. As she meekly complied with his order, she realized that if her hands were behind her, her long arms might well have enabled her to arch back and protect her bottom. Clearly, she was in the hands of someone who knew his business, which was a far from comforting thought at the moment. The cool steel closed around her wrists with a definitive click, which she quite accurately suspected to signal the end of life as she had known it up until this very moment.

Rafe then drew her towards himself and smoothly over his lap in one powerful motion which stunned his captive with the disparity of their strengths and the ease with which he could handle her lean, long body. At nearly six feet in height, she was used to holding her own with men (or, more recently during her lesbian experimentation phase, women) on a physical level. This was a new level of opponent, one who could dominate her physically as though she were a tiny child. And then he proceeded to treat her as exactly that--a naughty little girl who was about to have her skirt raised and panties pulled down so her bare buttocks could pay the price for her wicked ways just as countless millions of other miscreant rear ends had done for time out of mind.

Her captor then eased up the hem of her skirt, exposing her girlish nether moons encased in the cheap dingy white cotton bikini-style panties the jail provided. She wanted him to find her ass desirable, perhaps in hope that he would go easier on her if he wanted to fuck her later, which she was rather hoping. But she knew that her recent adventures with amphetamines had taken the rather perfectly voluptuous figure that she had used to her advantage since teen age and converted it to a pared down version of its former womanliness. Her tits were barely B-cup now, though still thankfully firm and perky, and the glorious womanly ass that had seduced who could remember how many men and women was now smaller than when she had left home for a brief abortive stint at college a half-decade ago. What she could not know was that Rafe was a totally equal opportunity fancier of women's derrieres, happy to spank and otherwise pillage bottoms from the most fulsome to the tiniest. He cheerfully enjoyed the entire spectrum of female buttocks as they reacted each in its charmingly unique way to his challenging attentions.

Our hero was an old fashioned spanker, and enjoyed the ritual of delivering a first spanking to a submissive rear end. That meant taking up her skirt (which he preferred, though lowering tight Levis also had its advantages) quite slowly for the revelation of the territory he was about to master so intimately. He was happy with Nicole's slender rear end, appreciating that even in the course of her meth-induced weight loss, her habit of riding her Uncle's horses for hours whenever she could had kept her gluteal muscles as toned and well-developed as those of an athletic young boy. He allowed his hand to roam over the redhead's nether moons, gently stroking them through their scant cotton covering, getting a feel for them as their owner moaned in a combination of arousal and mortification. And aroused she clearly was, as they both knew was witnessed silently but unequivocally by the dark stain of moisture creeping outward from the crotch of her panties, no matter how tightly she squeezed her legs to try to hide this embarrassing fact. Rafe liked the scent of her excitement, finding it to be fresh and clean like the smell of a foaling mare's amniotic fluids. It augured well for how she might taste down there, an experience he looked forward to sampling when the time was right.

But first things first, there was a naughty rear end to spank, and our hero was confident that he was the right man for the job. He explained what was going to happen to his increasingly terrified subject, who was craning her neck hard to look back at her captor in the dim light of the van. She was grateful its air conditioning had been left running since it otherwise would have grown unpleasantly stuffy and she hoped not to sweat during her ordeal. Rafe said: ‘So we'll start with a friendly little warm up hand spanking through your panties, for say, fifty swats per cheek. This won't count toward your allocated dose of medicine, since I intend to punish you, and not your clothing. But it lets me get a feel for the target, as well as bringing the blood to the surface so you'll be less likely to be bruised when we get more serious later on. Then these panties must come down, but we'll leave them around your knees to keep you from kicking too much. Later on, as you'll find out at great length, I suspect, I prefer to restrain my naughty girls' legs as well as arms, since that system enables me to be more precise in delivering just the dose I intend to the target I have in mind. You'll get another fifty on the bare with my hand to each buttock, after which we would have stopped if you hadn't been uncooperative. But since you were bad even after confronted, I will be using a leather paddle that I brought along for just this purpose to administer your second dose. You will be welcome to cry out during your spanking, though if you do too much begging or pleading, or find yourself being disrespectful, we'll just increase the dose until the message is drilled home. Any questions?’

Nicole recognized when she was beaten, at least temporarily, though she was just about to learn a new meaning for that term. She simply replied: ‘No, Sir, I'll try to be good during my spanking...but please don't hurt me too much...I haven't been spanked since my Daddy left when I was eight, and it used to be the most terrible thing that ever happened to me...’ Rafe laughed a bit cruelly, retorting: ‘Oh, don't you worry, bad girl, you're only going to be hurt the exact amount that you need, though I'm quite sure that will be much more than you wish...of course, if we let naughty girls determine the nature of their consequences, suspect you'd all be smoking crack and having sex all the time, now wouldn't you?’

The handcuffed young woman knew she was being taunted, and decided to hold on to whatever scraps remained of her no doubt soon-to-be obliterated dignity and held her tongue. And soon thereafter, Rafe's hard palm collided shockingly with the dead center of her right buttock as she yelped at the pain, even through her panties. This hurt far worse than her remembered trips over her drunken Father's knee as a girl, and according to her captor, this was just the warm up. Her left cheek soon had a matching searing handprint, and rapidly there ensued a no-nonsense alternation between steadily more violently wriggling targets. Rafe was always methodical in his punishments, working his way out from the center of each perfect girlish moon in a steady spiral until it had been completely covered by the dozenth spank per side.

He took a break at that point, the hand that had just visited such mayhem now stroking its erstwhile targets while their owner's sobs subsided a bit. Nicole had taken her first 24 spanks bravely, releasing a faint soprano ‘Aaah!’ with each blow, and remaining quiescent over her captor's hard lap. She could not help but notice that something else was hard, pressing against the length of her left hip in a rather promising display of masculine equipment. Clearly, she was not the only one getting turned on by the proceedings. And indeed, as her even more rapidly spreading stain of telltale moisture at her crotch indicated, it turned out that being spanked by her handsome captor was much hotter than she would ever have imagined.

But all thoughts of sex rapidly fled her fevered mind as the punishment resumed with a vengeance. It turned out that Rafe had been breaking her in easy, as the subsequent three-dozen blows were steadily more painful until she could not help it and began kicking her legs to somehow try to lessen the pain. But this was to no avail, as when each leg relaxed after kicking, its adjacent buttock formed a perfect target for another spank. By the end of her fifty per cheek, Nicole was weeping freely and totally flushed, her pretty Irish face pressed against the dirty carpeting on the van floor as she sobbed out her contrition: ‘I'm so sorry...so, so sorry...I know I've been bad, and I'll be better, I promise!’

Rafe resumed stroking the now throbbing cheeks he had just inflamed, and replied reassuringly: ‘I know you will, poor naughty girl, but it's probably going to take a very long time and thousands of times being bent and bared and bound for punishment...we might as well get these panties down and get on with it...After all, even the longest journey begins with a single step, right?’ Somehow, even in her upset, his subject actually did find this rather taunting reply reassuring in an odd way. Maybe this man could reach her in a way no one had, and help her to learn how to control the impulses that had always gotten her in such trouble ever since she was a teenager.

And so our hero proceeded with yet another of his most precious BDSM rituals, the very first baring of a submissive's bottom. He had her raise up off his lap a bit so he could pull her panties down at the pace he preferred without coping with the drag between them and his Levis. And then, with exquisite slowness, he eased their top hem down to reveal a nicely pinked pair of perfect girlish buttocks, already clenching slightly as their owner coped with her own complicated set of feelings around being bared for his eyes for the first time.

On the one hand, she knew she had a pretty ass, even if it had gotten a lot skinnier since she'd taken to smoking crystal. Most men (or women for that matter) had regarded it to be perhaps her most sexually attractive feature. And as the tempest of her responses to her first spanking passed, she had rediscovered an even greater arousal than she noticed during her first respite. Not only was this man totally hot to her mind (and body, of course), but what he was doing to her also seemed to be turning out to be equally erotically inspiring. She could not recall feeling this turned on in her life, which was saying something given how sexual a being she seemed to have been biologically programmed to be.

Nicole knew he could tell by the state of her panties, but now they were coming off and he would be seeing the state of her pussy as well, and quite directly. Not that she wouldn't try to hide it, but her experience with how her body responded to the spanking she'd just received made her suspect that once her buttocks were being further warmed all thoughts of modesty would fly out the window. Perhaps having her panties around her knees would at least limit how much of her overtly engorged and lubricated genitalia she would be putting on display, she hoped. She could not count on her pubes for cover, since her auburn-colored bush had been recently trimmed quite short because her last lesbian lover preferred it that way.

And if Nicole did find getting spanked to be so smoking hot, perhaps there was a part of her...maybe even a not-so-small part, that reckoned a good long and painful sojourn over Rafe's knee was exactly what she had coming to her. Lord knew she'd been a very bad girl for a very long time. The good part of her probably felt pretty guilty about all of the evil things she'd chosen to do just because they seemed at the time like they might be interesting or fun. Didn't bad girls deserve to be punished, just like she'd been taught by the nuns at parochial school? Maybe she would be less subject to temptation if she were to be spanked as thoroughly as her captor promised every time she succumbed to the little devil whispering in her ear?

Then there was the part of her that found this man to be ungodly attractive, that wanted desperately for him to like her, be pleased by her, want her, fuck her, take her away from her tawdry life and make her feel safe forever in his powerful arms. If a spanking or two every now and then on her naked buttocks was the price to be paid for such an unimagined blessing as his patronage, was that too high a cost for something so priceless? If she knew for certain she could have him all to herself forever, perhaps she'd gladly offer up her ass as a willing sacrifice to such a God. And Lord knew that so far, it wasn't as if being spanked by him was a turn off...in fact, so far it seemed to be quite the opposite. And she knew herself to be a girl that quite enjoyed getting aroused and getting off, as often and strongly as possible, thank you very much!

But the biggest part of her was truly terrified at the sheer physicality of what was about to happen to her poor throbbing bottom. The hand spanking through panties had hurt worse than anything in her life, and now it was about to be reprised on her newly naked buttocks. She strongly doubted that she would be able to control herself if the pain got much worse, which she rather suspected was likely to be the case. And then there was the extra dose that she earned by not obeying promptly, which her captor had threatened (and he struck her as a man who never made empty threats) to deliver with a paddle!

She had never been spanked with anything but a bare hand before, and the thought of something harder than Rafe's callused palm belaboring her already tender bottom cheeks was almost too much to bear. But bear it she must, since the handcuffs made it abundantly clear that her spanking was only going to end when its author decided she had been sufficiently chastised. Nicole had never felt so out of control, and the sensation was at the same time the most terrifying and the most erotically exciting one she had ever experienced.

Once her panties were drawn completely down to form a white cotton band binding her knees together about four inches apart, the terrified prisoner moaned as her captor's hard palm touched her bare buttock skin for the first time. It didn't feel hard at all as it caressed her throbbing cheeks gently...in fact, it felt quite tender and over-the-top sexy to be stroked and comforted where she had so recently been treated so unkindly. And then the soothing touch was withdrawn, and the world of vastly more intense sensation resumed.

Rafe spanked her hard, in fact, about twice as hard as he had through her panties. Nicole was yelling with each swat by the third one, and weeping uncontrollably by the tenth, and her girlish moons clenched and squirmed and wriggled energetically to try to ameliorate at least some iota of their plight. This of course indeed caused her to lose focus on holding her legs shut in order not to display the state of her pussy, and its growing arousal was clearly evident to her intrigued tormentor. He was astonished at his luck, to be handed as though on a silver platter the opportunity to dominate a woman this beautiful who was also perhaps even more aroused by being spanked. The floral structures between her legs were more engorged and lubricated at this stage than any of the experienced submissives he had topped in his previous BDSM career as a highly sought after dom.

For this second dose, Rafe had decided there would be no break, no breather for his increasingly frantic subject to catch her breath and rediscover her composure. He wanted to extend her past any previous limit, make her desperate in the degree of loss of control she was now subject to at his whim. And indeed, the squirming redhead was frantic by the fiftieth spank on each buttock, now colored well past their original cerise towards a deep dusky rouge. And in her lovely tempestuous struggling over his lap, Nicole had achieved a state of more genuine penitence than she ever had previously. It was as if a deep well of regret for all her bad behaviors had been tapped by the pain of her punishment, and something much closer to a clear apology babbled from her lovely mouth. ‘I'm so, so, sorry...I've been so bad for so long, and I know I deserve this and much more...please forgive me for being such a bad girl...’

One thing that Rafe had learned from watching his buddy interrogate the beautiful Iraqi was that just as disobedience must always be punished, cooperation must equally stringently be rewarded. So when her dose was complete, he asked a question: ‘Nicole, I think we may be getting somewhere, but before I go on, I need you to answer a question. It seems to me from what I see going on between your legs that you might be finding this situation sexually exciting. Is that true?’

And now, the bent and bared redhead faced another moment of truth. Her initial reaction, totally knee-jerk, was to deny the obvious truth: ‘No! That can't be!’ Her captor sighed and retorted: ‘Since this is such a delicate topic, I'm not going to just punish you more for that lie, but give you one and only one chance to take it back and tell the truth. This will be the very last lie I catch you in that you will not get spanked extra hard for, so now's your opportunity to set the record straight, Nicole.’

She sighed, took a deep breath, and relented: ‘Yes...Sir...I do feel very turned on by what's happening to me, as you can clearly tell by the state of my cunt.’ Rafe was a bit shocked to hear her use the C word so casually, a liberty he would never have permitted himself, given his deeply held values of respect for women (at least, the ones who behaved). He went on: ‘Then, only with your permission, I am going to touch you there. This is an integral part of your rehabilitation process, that all misbehavior will be immediately punished, and all good behavior will be rewarded. The forms in which I choose to administer rewards will vary, but often they will be sexual, as long as you do not object. So think hard before you answer, Nicole, because once this bridge has been crossed, our relationship is going to take on a very different form.’

Deeply lost in her frenzy of implacably mounting buttock pain, she heard his words only dimly at first, but then they penetrated her gradually calming consciousness. And in that moment, the handcuffed auburn-tressed beauty's heart soared, as she realized that there was going to be more than pain in her relationship to this terrifyingly handsome man who had just hurt her more than anyone in her life, and promised to do even worse almost immediately. There was no hesitation at all, as she almost rushed to respond: ‘Yes, please, Sir, you are welcome to touch me anywhere you want and in any way that you desire.’

Rafe felt his own corresponding surge of excitement, as their bargain had been sealed. This was to be a sexual relationship, not just a punitive one, and his gorgeous captive clearly declared that she wanted it just as much as he knew he did. It looked like his long dry spell of vanilla-only sex was about to come to a rather climactic end, if he judged the responsiveness of his partner at all accurately.

He replied: ‘Very well, then, I will administer your reward for being honest and for being more sincerely penitent.’ The same hand that had just delivered a world of hurt to her buttocks now reached between her legs, and his index finger gathered the moisture that was actually running down her inner thighs in mute testimony to the extent of Nicole's arousal. Then he gently, with almost butterfly-light pressure, began to encircle the swollen little clitoral knob at the top of her vaginal cleft, left totally visible because of the short trim of her auburn pubes.

Within a second, she found herself emitting a rising groan of pleasure, torn from her lips just as uncontrollably as her cries of pain during her spanking. And then, not more than a minute later, this inarticulate cry morphed into even louder shouts of pure ecstasy. The best orgasm of her life convulsed her entire body with electrical discharges of sheer sexual delight for the better part of a minute. At last, she collapsed over her handsome captor's lap, blissfully spent, afloat on a cloud of the potent neurochemicals of pleasure and pain that was a far better high than any drug had ever given her.

This, then, was to be the method in Rafe's madness. Bad behaviors of any sort would result in the worst pain his subject could imagine, inflicted in the most undignified way to the most private and vulnerable parts of her body. And good behaviors were to be rewarded by unparalleled sexual pleasure, as well as the restoration of privileges that had been removed, as Nicole was soon to find out. But first, there was the small matter of an even more fearsome spanking that had been promised but not yet delivered.

Rafe sighed and declared: ‘Now isn't this a shame. If you'd managed to be just a bit more cooperative, we'd be getting on our way and you'd be back in the front seat telling me your real story. But instead, I'm afraid that this naughty little rear end is in for an even more unpleasant experience, since it's time for your paddling. Have you ever been spanked with a paddle before, Nicole?’ She moaned, having somehow slipped into the totally unrealistic hope that maybe he would forget what else he had promised her in all of the tumult of her rollicking sexual climax. But she rushed to respond, hoping to avoid further pain than was already headed her poor bottom's way: ‘No, Sir, until this moment only my Daddy's hand and yours have ever spanked me.’

Her captor retorted tauntingly: ‘Well isn't that good news! As you'll be discovering over the next few days, once I've had my inaugural tour of a new naughty girl's bottom cheeks, I generally only use my hands for doing pleasant things to her body. So you'll be having many novel experiences as I introduce this wicked little backside, as well as certain other very sensitive and vulnerable places on your body that you might not have imagined could be punished, to a whole variety of painful new friends. We'll start with one of my favorites, the leather paddle. I have several versions of this in my collection, but we'll go easy on you and start with the straightforward one that hurts the least, according to most of its customers.’

Nicole looked over her shoulder fearfully as Rafe reached into a pocket on the back of the seat next to him and produced a six inch black leather paddle consisting of two stiff quarter-inch pieces of leather sewn together around their edges. It was in the rough shape of an oval hairbrush on its business end, approximately four inches long and three inches wide, with a round braided-leather handle. He stroked it against her fiercely burning and throbbing buttocks, to which it felt cool and pleasant, though their owner was well aware that this was only a transient experience and that soon its kisses were likely to be quite fiery.

And indeed they were, as their recipient shrieked her loudest yet at the new level of heinie pain being visited upon her poor nether moons. If she'd had enough wits about her to imagine the future Rafe had described in terms of implements to be employed for this purpose, she would have realized that this paddle was one of the friendliest ones. But the reality of being spanked is that the immediacy of the experience rather completely hijacks the victim's awareness. All comparisons to any other experience tend to get lost in the fierce gestalt of forceful contact between leather or wood and vulnerable buttock flesh. Soon Nicole was truly howling, her legs kicking fruitlessly within their panty-bonds, and her strong, slender body bucking over the Foreman's lap. Her gorgeous nether moons danced a totally charming minuet (at least to an enthusiast of such phenomena like our hero), albeit an involuntary one, in their doomed efforts to fend off one iota of their well-deserved plight.

She took her full dose of fifty swats of the fearsome paddle with less than consummate grace, Rafe needing to exert considerable force downward on the small of her back with his left hand as he spanked away with his right. But at last her ordeal came to an end, her buttocks now shading over into a light purple, and quivering slightly even after their travails were over, at least for the time being. And then in his becoming customary turnabout, the dom once again stroked and comforted what he had just assaulted, as its owner calmed and reawakened to her once-again fierce arousal from this most recent spanking. He was pleased to note this, each occurrence adding to the evidence that his new project was truly erotically charged around having painful things done to her backside, rather than just from being naked over an attractive man's lap.

The time had arrived for another interrogation. Rafe queried: ‘So, my very naughty little one, now you will have a chance to retell the story that you...shall we say...somewhat edited an hour ago. You might want to recall that I was given a full dossier on you as a precondition of my willingness to take on your rehabilitation, and I always study such things carefully. So let's take it from the top, and I'll comfort your cute little ass while you recount your tale of woe as to how you arrived at this predicament. If you lie again, I think you have an idea of what will happen, and in fact, we'll just keep you in this position so it will be totally convenient for me to administer your consequences. If you are honest, you will be rewarded somewhat differently than last time, in a manner I suspect you will find quite enjoyable. How that will go is now completely up to you.’

And so Nicole faced the next in what was going to be a very long series of moments of truth. With most substance abusers, a standing joke in AA circles is: ‘Q: How can you tell an addict is lying? A: Their lips are moving.’ So in order to avoid further unbearable rear end pain, and to win what she hoped would be another over-the-top sexual reward, the well-spanked redhead would have to fight her well-schooled nature and actually be honest. Rafe was fair with her as she stammered out her story, recognizing when she was wandering into self-serving distortion, and gently admonishing: ‘Now, are you sure you want to make that statement, given what the consequences will be?’ The result was by the end, he had a far richer picture of his captive's adventures and how she had come to be the way she was. This would be an invaluable adjunct to designing the right kind of program to actually have a chance at working durable change in her fucked up life.

When she was silent, Rafe continued gently stroking her inflamed buttocks, whose pain had now subsided to a dull throb that was totally swamped by the intensity of her arousal. He declared: ‘Very well, naughty one, I think you've been honest enough to avoid punishment and earn reward. I'm going to help you up off my lap and out of your cuffs and dress and brassiere, first. This is not a punishment, to be stripped. It is actually the establishment of your baseline state of attire during your rehabilitation. You will be given the opportunity to earn items of clothing if you are successful in meeting the challenges set before you, but your time in my custody will begin with you being naked except for appropriate footwear at all times. Given that it's late spring and quite warm here, that shouldn't be too uncomfortable, especially given that I will be providing sunscreen since you redheads have such pale complexion and tend to burn so badly.’

Nicole wanted Rafe to see her naked, wanted him to find her attractive and fuckable. In fact, she was really hoping that her reward was going to be her avid pussy welcoming the impressive cock she had felt pressing against her hip during her sojourn over his lap, and could now see distending his Levis quite promisingly. She could not know how patient her captor was, or that taking his cock into her in a pleasurable way was going to be a reward he gave her (and himself) somewhat further down the road, if she earned it. For the time being, he was pleased at the lean nakedness that was revealed once she was stripped. He actually preferred small-breasted women more than most of his male friends, and Nicole's tits were firm and perky, just the way he liked them. But they also were to be a treat for another time.

Her captor looked her over as she crouched in the van, and then instructed: ‘Very well, naughty girl, I guess you'll do. Now you are to face away from me, spread your legs as wide as possible, and bend over until you can place your palms on the floor.’ Nicole complied, fully aware of what an erotic spectacle she presented with her legs parted and bent so sharply over. And indeed, Rafe felt fiercely aroused himself at the sight of her slender thighs stretched tautly, veeing into a perfectly lovely lightly furred pussy whose lips were now spread widely to reveal the delicate structures they concealed. Her vaginal opening was continuing to leak the fluid it secreted in hopes of a good fucking, but that was not to be its fate on this occasion. And her tight little anal rosette, which he had briefly glimpsed during her thrashings, especially the wilder ones while she was taking her paddling, was now on full display. He had plans for that secret passage, over time, since in his experience, women who eroticized being spanked almost all also fell within that tiny minority of females who actually enjoyed having challenging attention paid to that orifice. But that also was for later occasions.

For now, he enjoyed the show with his hands as well as his eyes, watching Nicole pant and moan as his touch wandered from her now well-familiar ass to its adjacent inner thighs, and then down her almost fat-free stomach, to her inverted breasts. He watched her face as he sculpted them carefully with gentle hands, memorizing their contours while avoiding their most sensitive central areas. Then he allowed his hands to take hold of both of her fiercely erect nipples, rolling them gently between thumb and forefinger as she gasped with pleasure and increased the pace and intensity of her moans of passion. He murmured: ‘I bet these like to be treated a bit more roughly, don't they, little naughty one?’ She hissed: ‘Please...Sir...they do...’

And so he gradually increased the intensity of his massage until he was pinching them fiercely, sending jolts of pure erotic electricity directly to her clit. And then she was coming again, without a single touch to her genitals, just from breast stimulation alone. He loved her orgasms, which were drawn out affairs lasting nearly a minute. When this one subsided, she was given no respite at all. Instead, he leaned in while still mashing her nipples mercilessly, and took her pussy fully into his mouth, glad of the trim job that made this possible without ingesting any hairs. She tasted just as good as she smelled, and his tongue explored all of the crevices of its complex floral geometry before focusing on her clitoris. It took about five minutes for her latency to be overcome, which Rafe was more than happy to pass enjoying his favorite non-violent sexual act. And then Nicole was overtaken by a third climax, one whose intensity once again surpassed even the two she'd just experienced. She was actually screaming into the carpet of the van, held upright only by his fierce grip on her nipples, and this time convulsing pleasurably for more than a minute before at last collapsing to the floor, totally spent.

Once the naked redhead had recovered enough to speak, she murmured: ‘Thank you so much, Sir, for my punishments and rewards...I was wondering...is there anything I could do for you in the way of expressing my gratitude?’ Rafe had not been expecting to get off during this session, since that only happened when he was confident his partner was truly willing and he had no idea if Nicole was even competent to make such a decision. He was also well aware that she was quite capable of using sexual favors as a tool of manipulating lovers of both genders. But the sincerity with which she'd told her story and the look of pure adoration in her vivid blue eyes won the day. He replied: ‘You may take out my cock and balls and suck the former while you caress the latter until I come in your mouth. If you spill any of my seed, though, you'll be back over my knee again.’

This threat was not because he had any serious attachment to the preciousness of his sperm. Rather, it was a blatant assertion of dominance. And he knew he was going to discharge a very large load of spend, since the scene had been more arousing than anything since he'd mustered out of the Special Forces and moved away from his BDSM coterie. But now it was his turn to moan as the still handcuffed chastened beauty knelt gracefully in front of the crate on which he was sitting and unzipped and unbuckled him to reveal a steel hard eight inch monster of a cock that was more than an inch in diameter. It was by far the biggest she had ever encountered, and her pussy was screaming to experience it ASAP. But she shushed that part of her and freed his heavy ball sac from his briefs, taking one of the large testicles in each hand.

Nicole had, like many girls of her generation, prided herself on her skills as a fellatrix. Especially in the dicey drug-using circles she tended to run in, a smart girl would be well advised to be ready and willing to give an excellent blowjob when an intoxicated male got frisky. Many times she had averted what could have turned into gang rapes by pacifying threatening men with her skills at orally and manually coaxing their semen out of them to their consummate pleasure. And so, when her lips and tongue gently mouthed his prepuce, Rafe knew immediately he was that he was in the hands of an expert. It had been so long and he'd gotten so turned on that he abandoned any efforts to prolong his pleasure. So within no more than five minutes, he was doing some of his own bucking up off the crate and casting his head back and roaring, as he released the biggest volume of semen Nicole had ever encountered.

She was grateful that one of her biker boyfriends had a similar penchant for producing buckets of jism, along with an odd superstition that it should always end up inside one of his woman's orifices without exception. Her punishment for dribbling in his case was not a spanking; rather, he would just withhold her next fix until she was begging and willing to let him do anything to her. This usually ended with his rather small cock up her ass, which was just fine for her, though he was too high to notice how hard she came when he sodomized her. In any case, she swallowed every last drop of Rafe's spend with consummate grace, and all was well.

They clambered back into the front seat after she buttoned him up, her quite naked, him totally clothed. She was self-conscious on the rod the rest of the trip, though the only fellow driver they encountered was an alfalfa truck they passed whose driver enjoyed the view from his high seat down into the cab of the van, and grinned and honked in appreciation for the free show. But at last, they pulled off onto the well-paved road leading to Rancho Arroyo Escondido, or Hidden Valley Ranch to noninitiates, and her new life was really begun.