Chapter 4 - The Next 3 Weeks

Anne's father would only let her go out one night each weekend. And Sunday day was for church. So for the next several weeks Anne and Paul fell into a routine.

Each morning and each night Anne would use her vibrator to cum. She said to herself that it was only because Paul made her. But she knew better. Paul would never know if she didn't do it. The truth was that it felt good and she liked it. So she did it. But because her parents had told her sex was bad, and because Paul was "making her" masturbate, Anne's mind then decided she was a slut when she masturbated.

And every day Anne wore the butt plug. Well, every day except that first Monday when she had "forgotten" it. And Paul showed up at the video store that Monday. Before Anne could say anything he turned her around and felt her asshole. When he felt no butt plug he locked the store doors, dragged her to the back office, pulled down her pants, and used his belt to whip her ass.

Anne begged for forgiveness the entire time while Paul never said a word. Finally, when all of Anne's ass was bright red, Paul let her go and she tumbled to the floor. "We can do another hundred or we can have just 6 more, which will it be?" he asked her.

Anne looked up at him in bewilderment. "No more, please no more," she managed to plead between sobs.

"6 or 100, pick or I'll choose for you, pick NOW!" he shouted.

"6, oh god just 6 more please," she begged.

"Fine, then stand up and put your hands against the wall. Push your butt out and ask me to whip you. For 100 I'll hold you down. For 6 you have to hold yourself in place and beg for each one."

Oh god Anne thought, I can't do this. But she started getting up because no matter what she had to do, she just couldn't survive another 100 hits from the belt. She leaned against the wall with her hands supporting her. Paul adjusted her until she had "assumed the position." Hands up high on the wall, legs out and apart, butt arched out to meet the whip. "Oh and one more thing. If your hands come down, or your butt isn't sticking out for any one hit, we start over."

Anne closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Somehow she had to get through this. No matter how much it hurt, 6 was a lot less than 100. So motherfucking much less that she would freeze in place no matter what. She would hold on no mat--- Anne suddenly realized that Paul was talking to her. She had been concentrating so hard that she had blocked him out. The pain was so bad, god her butt was on fire. It had to be bleeding, it just had to. In fact, it felt like there was a fire down there, but that couldn't be.

But the pain was just so bad. Wait, what was Paul saying. Oh yes, she had to beg to be whipped. How could she beg for something that hurt so much. She was standing here, wasn't that enough.

Suddenly Paul reached out to her to pull her over his lap to give her 100 strokes. No, not that, please not that. "Please whip my ass, please do it, oh god please don't whip me 100 times, please whip my ass." She said frantically. She was begging him to whip her.

The real source of the begging was to avoid the 100 strokes but the words coming out of her mouth were begging Paul to whip her ass. Her ass that was already on fire. The first one hit and Anne screamed. She couldn't take this anymore. Yet she kept babbling, "Please whip my ass, please whip it, oh god please."

A part of her stepped outside her body and observed. There she was, arched out against the wall to meet the belt, begging for a whipping. What kind of slut was she? There were girls at school that put out for all of the guys, but even they would turn their noses up seeing her like this. Slut was too good for her, she was complete scum.

And the picture she made in her mind, combined with the pain from the belt, cause her body to heave with sobs as she cried her heart out. Finally the last stroke ended and Paul picked her up and held her. For the next half hour her sobs slowly subsided, while, the entire time, Paul just held her and told her how much he loved her.

And she grasped on to that love to pull her back up from the pit her mind had sunk into. The mind and body can only take so much and Anne's had been overloaded with pain and degradation. She needed a rope to pull her out and Paul's love and caring was that rope.

She started to hold on to him, and then to hold him so tightly that it hurt. She held on to Paul for dear life and sobbed her heart out. She was lower than a slut, and her ass was on fire. But it was ok because Paul loved her and would take care of her. Her mind pushed away the fact that Paul caused all of this because she needed a rescuer.

And Paul, he got to spend a half hour holding a naked Anne while she came to hold him tighter and tighter. Such a lovely young body and it was all his, to use any way he wanted, as long as he was careful. Anne made it through the rest of work that day by being very careful to not let her ass touch anything. And she was very careful from then on to have the butt plug in her ass every day.

On either Friday or Saturday night Paul would take Anne dancing. Each time she would wear slutty, revealing clothes and during the slow numbers Paul would whisper in her ear what a slut she was and how much everyone wanted to fuck her.

When they sat down Paul would always make her sit with her legs spread so that anyone looking under the table could see her pubic hair. As the night went on he would make her spread her legs wider and wider till, toward the end of the evening, her legs would be fully spread and anyone who looked knew she was flashing them on purpose. And much to Anne's dismay, many looked.

Each Saturday afternoon Anne would pose for Paul's camera. She would model the clothes and use the vibrator and butt plug. The second Saturday Paul brought out a video camera. At first Anne refused but when Paul showed Anne the new collection of pictures for her father, she relented. Paul had Anne face the camera while using the vibrator and tell the camera what a slut she was. How she liked playing with her clit and loved to get off.

He filmed her bringing herself to orgasm time after time. And at the end of each session, Anne would jack Paul off onto her face and rub the cum into her face. So Anne always left knowing that she was a complete and total slut. This was her life and the human mind can adapt to a lot, so Anne came over the next few weeks to accept this as her natural life.