Kim's Training Day : Part 1

"As I said, I find it helps to show a slut like you what to expect. Now, if you behave yourself and do what you're told, everything will be fine. You might even get to have an orgasm or two, although that's not likely tonight. If you don't behave, I'll punish you. Here's what punishment feels like."

Aiming for her right buttock, I swung the leather crop at about half strength. Kim screeched and started to bring her hands down to shield against further blows, then thought better of it and returned them to her head. Walking around her again, I found her glaring at me with her face clenched in pain.

"That wasn't my hardest, by the way. But I'd bet good money that you'll find out how hard I can do it by the end of the night." Actually I knew that it was unlikely I would need to carry out that threat. The biggest stick I carried was her devotion to Bill. But the crop certainly gets a slut's attention, which saves time.

She nodded and started to lower her hands. I tapped her on the elbow with the crop. "Keep 'em up." Another glare, but she obeyed quickly.

Tossing the crop on the couch, I strolled around Kim and admired her body. So slim and perfect. The small ring in her belly button called attention to an abdomen that appeared to have been carved from stone. The small of her back curved into a luscious, tight bottom. I reached out and patted the angry welt from the crop. She sucked in a breath and twisted slightly. "Quiet please", I said.

Next I ran my hands around her front and slowly up her shirt to find perky, B-sized breasts, as firm as I'd ever felt. I nibbled her ear as my fingers twisted her nipples, softly at first. She sighed, and at that moment I pinched her hard little buds cruelly. Her knees buckled and she stifled a growl of pain. "Bear it for me", I said as I twisted and pinched. She nodded, sweat beginning to form on her brow.

Pulling my hands out from under my shirt, I strode to my desk for my digital camera. Coming up behind Kim, I told her to close her eyes. Fingers still laced behind her head, she obeyed.

"I'm going to take your elbow and lead you to the sofa. Keep your eyes closed. If you open them before I tell you to, we will have a serious problem."

"OK."

SWISH - CRACK! The crop came down on her ass and she cried out. Speaking directly into her ear I said, "I'm sure you meant 'Yes, sir.'"

"Yes, sir!"

"That still wasn't as hard as I can do it. Put your arms down." She lowered her arms and I roughly took her elbow to pull her toward my sofa. She shuffled awkwardly with the shorts still around her ankles.

"When I say 'go', I want you to step out of those shorts and sit down. Then we're going to have what I call "pussy inspection". You will lean back and spread your legs as wide as you can so I can look at you. Don't open your eyes. Understand?"

She nodded yes, looking like she was about to cry. "Go."

Kim dropped the shorts from her foot, turned and felt for the couch. Her face revealed abject humiliation as she sat back and slowly opened her legs. I could see she shaved, except for a racing stripe. Not enough pink though. "Wider," I said.

Breathing heavily she spread wider, pulling on the backs of her knees. Now I could see the pink, and it was glistening. I let her stay like that for a minute, saying nothing. She heard me taking the lens off the camera and opened her eyes. Kim snapped her legs shut and exclaimed, "Oh no! You're not taking pictures of me!"

I didn't move except to slowly look at her over raised eyebrows. "All right. Nobody's forcing you to do anything. You have a choice. Here." I tossed her the phone.

Kim looked at me warily as she punched in Bill's number and held the phone to her ear. "Bill! It's me. I can't believe what this ass hole is making me... What? No! But I have to tell you, he wants to take PHOTOS of me and... What? Well, not yet. Um... OK."

Using one hand to cover herself with her shorts, she weakly held up the phone to me. "He, um... Bill wants to talk to you."

"Thanks," I said as I took the phone from her. "Hello Bill... Yeah, she is... Well, I told her she has a choice, you know me, I don't go in for that silly bondage stuff... Right... Yeah, that's what I said... What? No, just the shorts... No, not yet... OK... OK... Right, will do. Talk to you later."

Kim stared uncomprehendingly. "What did he say?"

"Come with me", I interrupted, striding from the room and into my study. She followed, hopping on one foot as she pulled up her shorts. I stopped in front of my computer and motioned for her lean over and look at the monitor. She eyed the crop in my right hand warily. "Oh, don't worry, no cropping for now. Just look at the screen."

She sat down in my chair just in time to see the chat program come up. Bill had logged on and selected a large font for his message:

*KIM, send me a picture of your pussy in the next five minutes or we're finished.*

It was difficult for me to maintain my stern demeanour and not laugh as I saw the series of emotions pile up on her face: surprise, anger, fear, humiliation. And then, looking up at me, resignation. That rapidly turned back into fear as the computer beeped with another message from Bill:

*The five minutes have already started.*

Kim stared blankly at the screen. I smiled, tossed her the camera, and began walking into the living room. Over my shoulder I called out, "I'll be in the living room. I'd say you have about four minutes now."

Kim must have come to a quick decision, because I heard her scramble out of the chair noisily. She arrived in the living room clutching the camera in one hand and pulling off her shorts with the other, nearly falling over in the process. I took the camera from her as she finally succeeded in removing her shorts. Kim then threw herself back on the couch and opened her legs wide.

"Well? Take the picture!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, what exactly would you like me to do?" I asked pleasantly.

"I want you to take the picture."

"Of what"

She hesitated. "Of my... of me with my legs open."

I shook my head. "Try again."

She huffed and said, "Take a picture of my... pussy."

"Slutty pussy," I corrected. "Say it. Time is ticking. And think carefully about how you phrase it."

With the humiliation apparent on her face, she said slowly, "Please sir, would you take a picture of my... slutty pussy?"

"That's better." Click. "Spread wider." Click. "Spread it open with your fingers." Click. "Put one finger inside and look up here." Click. I then took her elbow and propelled her back into the study.

Sitting down at the computer, I motioned for Kim to sit on my lap. She did so with reluctance. I explained to her how to upload the images from the camera to the computer, and in turn how to send them to Bill. While she did this I slid my hands under her shirt to play with her breasts. She bit her lip but didn't attempt to stop me.

Bill's message soon appeared on the screen:

*I almost didn't think you were going to make it. Good pictures. What's happening now?*

While sliding my hands between her legs, I prompted Kim to reply. She began typing:

*I'm sitting on his lap, and he's touching me.*

I reached up and squeezed her nipples hard. "Uh uh. You can do better than that." She shrieked and used the backspace before retyping:

*I'm sitting on his lap and he's touching my pussy. I'm trying to be good.*

"Much better," I said, returning one hand to her soft folds. Bill then typed:

*See to it you are. Have you touched his cock yet?*

Kim typed 'no'.

*Well get on with it. Send me at least five more pictures (his choice, not yours). I'll see you in the morning. Show us both you can be GOOD!*

She turned her head to smile meekly at me. I smiled back, and then grabbed her hair roughly. Shoving her to her knees in front of me with one hand, I unzipped myself with the other. She began to cry.

She looked up at me imploringly when I told her to take it out. She was quite beautiful in that moment, but I have the experience not to be swayed too easily. "Don't make me tell you again," I said, menacingly.

Sobbing, she began to dig my cock out of my pants. When she had it out I ordered her to put her hands behind her back and keep them there. Holding her in place with one hand, I began slapping her tear stained face with my cock. Not hard, not to make it hurt. But rather, to bring home the situation to her. A slap on the cheek, then I'd rub it around her face. Another slap, then rub it against her lips. Her skin was very smooth. I repeated this for a few minutes, and her tears gradually slowed. She was beginning to accept her place was on her knees.

Cautioning her to stay still, I used the hand that had been holding her hair to pick up the camera. I carefully placed my cock along her cheek and framed the shot. "Look up here," I said before pressing the button. "Again..." Click. "OK, this time smile..." She produced a weak, half hearted smile, which suited me just fine. Click. "Good, now open wide," I said while pushing her mouth over my hard cock.

I leaned back in my chair to enjoy the feel of Kim's warm, reluctant mouth on my cock. It is truly sublime to receive pleasure from a coerced, unwilling woman, and I savoured the feeling for several minutes before grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth with my cock. "Relax your mouth and breath through your nose," I said when she spluttered in discomfort.

Kim's lips felt like velvet as they slid up and down my cock. I had put the camera back on the desk, and used my free hand to squeeze her nipples cruelly. She whimpered in pain around my cock, causing it to harden even more.

When I released her, Kim pulled back sharply and took a big breath. Not giving her time to object, I grabbed her wrist and put her hand on my cock. I started her on a stroking motion as I picked up the camera again. "OK, here's the drill: You are going to stroke me until I come. When I tell you I'm close, you are going to put your face right in front of it. Mouth closed, eyes open, and you're going to make it come all over your face. Don't flinch or make silly expressions, or I'll use the crop on you. Got it.

Kim scowled, nodded, and continued stroking. I leaned back and took a few more pictures, prompting her once to lick her hand for more lubrication. That made a nice photo.

I put the camera down as I began to get close, and instructed Kim to go a little faster. The scowl never left her face as she stroked me, while I smiled pleasantly at her. At one point I patted her on the head and told her she was doing a good job.

"OK, I'm close. Remember, get it all on your face and stay still."

With one last angry look Kim hunched down until my cock was pointed right at her face, and then relaxed her features. She kept stroking as my cock grew stiffer and my balls tightened. I heard one small whimper from her as I began to shoot on her face.

She kept stroking and I kept coming. A shot on the forehead, both cheeks, on her nose, and all over her mouth. Finally I began to wind down, watching in satisfaction as the come began to drip from her chin. "Don't move," I said.

Grabbing the camera, I took a series of shots while Kim remained on her knees. I could tell she desperately wanted to wipe herself off, but I warned her to leave it. I took a few shots with my cock next to her face, and a few close-ups. I made her smile for several shots. It took a few attempts for her to make it look genuine. Finally, I had Kim scoop the come off her face and lick it from her fingers. I continued to take photos and make helpful suggestions.

When she was done I sent her to the bathroom to get me a warm wash cloth. While she was doing that I sent a few of the better photos to Bill. Kim returned just in time to see his reply:

*Outstanding! I really appreciate your doing this. Keep the pics coming!*

"Oh, God..." Kim sobbed miserably. "Look, please just don't put those pictures..."

"On the internet?" I interrupted. "I'll THINK about it."

Now, You may leave this evening but we are not finished by a long way. I will be sure to tell Bill that up to this point, You have been a good little slut.

To be continued...