The Storyteller (21 page)

Bennett brought five more blows on the other side, and now as she was being clobbered, her ass was starting to smart.

Carla hoped no one would hear the whaps. Though she wanted to scream after the next series, she kept her cool. Did she really want anyone to know about the humiliating position she was being forced into?

“Get up and stand in the corner,” Bennett insisted. “When you do, think about what you have seen here and felt, then write it down. After that, you get in touch with that company on the match cover. They’re still around and very much in business. It’s a lot more on the level than when I started with them. When I started, it wasn’t respectable, but everyone wanted it. It’s a forbidden ground, but everyone walked there.”

Carla rose and though she felt like a fool, went to the corner of the room. She hoped Gillian wouldn’t walk in, as she had on her when that monstrous dildo was going in and out of her love tunnel.

“Don’t talk. Just listen.”

Bennett’s voice was harsh.

“You’ve stumbled on to my secret for a reason and that’s why I’ve been allowed to come through today. I am not going to make you famous in the movie star sense of the word, but I am going to make you a major star among a certain group of people who pay very well. My time has passed, but yours is coming. All you have to do is listen to the match sticks. They’ll tell you stories which you will remember. Next, you write them down and sell them. It is simple.”

“Too simple,” Carla answered from her corner. She was rubbing her bottom, though the spanking had not been a terribly agonizing one. “This is like something in a monster movie.”

“Who said for you to talk?” Bennett scolded. “You’re supposed to be listening. I see we’ll have to punish you again.”

“What? I don’t want more punishment.”

“What you want and what you get are two different things. I see that spanking I gave you was way too little and way too light. Pull down your pants and get back over here.”

“You’re out of your mind,” Carla complained, but her body was not her own. Her mind protested, but she was compelled to approach the bed, her hands fumbling awkwardly at her pants to unbutton them in the front. Slowly, she slipped them down to expose her underwear beneath.

“Can I at least leave my panties up?” she questioned. “I don’t want a bare bottomed spanking.”

“Oh, I suppose,” Bennett sighed with a hint of disappointment in his voice that she did not want it bare. “Lie down here.”

This time the blows were harder, louder, and more condensed. Carla found herself kicking slightly this time and levying out little cries. Beneath the fabric covering her ass, she felt a warmth that grew stronger with each slap and a corresponding sting. Had it not been for the scant protection her underpants offered, she knew she would be crying in agony, and her butt would be a saturated red.

Perhaps she thought too soon.

“You know, I really don’t think this is sinking in. Get up.”

“Yes it is,” Carla protested, sensing what was about to happen, “I get it! I get it!”

“Down,” Bennett ordered. “Take those down too.”

“You can’t do this,” Carla objected.

“Yes I can and yes I will.”

Reaching forward, Bennett grabbed her protective underpants from the sides and yanked downward. As he pulled, his wrists drove her pants down too, until both were by her ankles.

Feeling modesty uncharacteristic for her, Carla moved her hands not to her ass in order to rub for comfort, but over her mound of dark pubic hair, shielding it from her disciplinarian.

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” he mouthed. “I was married, I wrote the most erotic stories ever known. Do you think I haven’t seen a woman’s beaver before?”

“Sorry,” Carla offered. “Do you want me across the lap again?”

She knew what the answer was without being told and stretched over him once more.

“Is it red?” she asked. “It feels really red.”

“Yes,” Bennett confirmed. “You are really red, but it’s going to get worse. Now remember everything you see and feel. There is a good reason for this.”

To emphasize his point, he brought his hand down hard against Carla’s bare flesh, leaving yet another reddish print as he withdrew. The sound was loud and Carla was unable to keep quiet any longer.

“Yeowwwooooooooo!” she whooped.

“Now that was an interesting sound,” Bennett remarked. “Do it again.”

Another blow fell against Carla’s unprotected ass and again she made the odd noise as ordered.

“Yeowwwooooooooo!”

Now Bennett was rubbing her ass, but he was not removing the pain as he seemed to think he was.

“We have a long way to go,” he informed her. “How are you enjoying this?”

With her free hand, Carla reached backward and likewise rubbed her bare butt, feeling the heat beneath her skin.

“I’ve felt better.”

“Learn to like it,” Bennett instructed, sounding like one of her classroom professors. “Learn to love it, become one with the blows. Don’t look at this as outright punishment. Look at this as an educational experience. Look at this as something leading on to bigger and better things. Let yourself embark on a voyage and become one with the spanking. Let yourself be turned on. Lose your inhibitions. That’s the spirit to embrace. That’s what you want to do.”

Carla nodded.

“Now move your hand or I’ll hold it behind your back and spank you all the harder.”

Obeying, Carla moved her hand away from her overheated ass and resumed her earlier submissive position.

“Remember these feelings. Remember the details. Remember how each whap felt and how the pain started to build. Remember the hotness of your bottom. Remember the sights and the sounds. You’ll need to remember this, because later you are going to write it all down, just as I did.”

“Fine, and where did these match books develop this magic power?” she asked, feeling silly carrying on such a conversation while stretched across Bennett’s legs like a bad grade school girl.

“I don’t know. It was something I learned they could do, and the more matches I found for the collection, the more they spoke to me. Each cover had a story, and that’s that. I know it happened, and now so do you. My wife, God bless her, never knew where I came up with my stories from, and I never told her. She wouldn’t have believed me anyway. No one did.”

“I believe you,” Carla proclaimed. Amid the turmoil, she hated to admit feeling more than slightly aroused.

“Here’s something else to believe in,” Bennett answered as he lifted his hand and brought it down hard again against her naked skin.

“Yeowwwwww,” Carla repeated as she quaked from the blow.

“That’s the general idea. Now remember what I told you. Become one with the pain. Thrive within the heat you feel as you’re being spanked. There are many things I can teach you. The matches can teach you also. Learn from them, and learn from me.”

Again the blows fell, a good half dozen of them, and each delivered with mighty force. Carla bolted and straightened out, arching her back with each of them as she fought to hold back the cries she so badly wanted to emit. Though Bennett had vowed she would not be heard, she dreaded someone passing by listening to her being spanked, or Gillian entering to find her in such a way, pinned across an older man’s lap, with her exposed ass turned upward and glowing red.

“Remember this well,” the punisher informed. “Are you getting excited yet? Do you long to feel a man in you now? Any man? Or woman? Do you long for the caresses and the anxiety? Do you grow hot with desire? Do you dampen with anticipation? Do you breathe heavily and long to do wicked things? If so, you are approaching the point where you need to be. You must remember these things and write them down. Others want to read them. They want to jerk off and finger themselves to what you have to say. They want you to spin fantasies for them and bring them to worlds they would never enter in the light of day. These people wait for you as they waited for me. It’s not a bad life once you come to accept it. It’s only a matter of what you’re used to.”

Carla’s only response was another cry as her ass was spanked once more.

“Remember the burning with each slap. Remember what it felt like to be spanked with your pants up and then through your panties. Remember your fear when your panties came down. Remember the feeling of your fur rubbing against the legs, and remember the humiliation of having your bare ass exposed. Remember it all. I’ll be sure you turn it into something lusty.”

To be certain this spanking would stick in her mind, he brought his hand down a series of times again, then ordered her up.

“Back to the corner,” he instructed. “Leave your pants down.”

It was awkward with everything down by her ankles, so Carla had to shuffle to the corner, sniffing as she went about rubbing her aching behind. She felt the eyes upon her as Bennett watched her go and tried to deny that he was right. She was very much aroused, just as her instructor had insisted she should be.

“I want you standing here and listening to me. Don’t talk, and don’t look around. My time is running out for now, but I’ll be back to guide you, and so will the match covers. Through these tales I will live and my works will go on. My life will be yours, and when your own life runs out, many, many years from now, the match boxes will find their way into other hands, and you too, will come to him or her as I have to you.”

“My ass hurts,” Carla responded. It was the best she could come up with.

“I told you not to talk. I see you haven’t learned.”

“Yes, I have,” Carla pleaded, but she knew she had overstepped her boundaries again. Something worse was coming.

“Pull those pants off,” Bennett commanded. “Take them off and get back over here.”

Shaking with fear, Carla obeyed, and bottomless, she made her way back by the bed.

“Put your hands down on the mattress and stick your ass out,” he ordered. “I’m going to teach you another lesson.”

“Please,” Carla tried to negotiate. “Please. I know what you want. I’ve learned a lesson. I know what to do. We don’t have to spank anymore.”

“This is more than a spanking,” Bennett said crossly. “A spanking alone hasn’t worked. Now you get down there and get ready.”

Shivering, Carla bent over the bed, feeling totally vulnerable. Again, she dreaded Gillian walking in or someone hearing the shrieks she knew would come. Whatever Bennett had in store for her, it was going to hurt.

“This is what I need,” Bennett announced. “This is perfect.”

The thing he meant was a hairbrush by the dorm room’s sink, which he took in his right hand and patted against his left palm.

“I’m gonna break your butt,” he informed her. “Now you grit your teeth and get on that bed and stay bent over. You move, straighten, or try to block with the hand, and you’ll live to regret it.”

Carla waited, shaking as she knew the blows would be coming, and they would be harsh. Behind her, she heard the familiar voice, guiding her as he prepared to administer even greater punishment.

“Remember all of this. Learn to love what is being done.”

The first blow was merciless, striking hard in the center of her ass. Fighting the natural compulsion to move her hands backward for protection, she accepted the strike with a jolt. Her body jerked and gave a spasm, but she would not allow herself to straighten. She made no plausible sound except a shrill whistle. She had sucked air in between her teeth, and that was the cause of the phenomenon. Her behind was as ablaze as if someone had unloaded a round of buckshot into it.

“Learn to love this,” Bennett demanded, as he struck her two more blows, alternating on her ass.

“Owwww!” Carla shouted with the first shot, but the second one brought only a scream.

The pain was excruciating, driving her to tears. She said nothing now, managing only to blubber as more blows came. Bennett worked over both her ass and her upper legs, bringing atomic bomb blasts of localized agony. How she endured such abuse was beyond her. Why she was starting to like it was even more profound.

“Take the punishment,” Bennett ordered. “Take it like the bad girl you are. This is going to be a paddling you’re going to remember for a lifetime. You’re not going to forget it, and you’re going to tell others, too.”

Carla was unable to speak. The fire in her backside was overwhelming, and the only noise that came from her mouth was an extended cry, while tears rolled down her cheeks. Even this failed to cause her master to relent.

“Learn your lesson,” he kept repeating and each time he said this a new blow came. “Learn your lesson. Learn to love the hairbrush.”

At last the blows stopped, and Carla collapsed across the bed with her hands on her ass. Her sobs reached into the sky, and Bennett towered over her. What a pathetic creature she must have looked like at the moment, totally dominated and totally beaten.

Then the new feeling came as the pain within her battered buns led into something else. Her body shook with an irrational sensation as she came uncontrollably, without further stimulation. What she had held deep within was suddenly and relentlessly released.

“Oh, Goooooooooodddddddddddddddddd! I don’t believe this! Oh, my God! Oooooooooooooooooo!”

“Try to hold it in as long as you can,” Bennett advised.

To do so would have required more will power than Carla had.

“Oooooohhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!”

“Very well,” Bennett instructed. “Have it! Damn you for having it too soon, but have it!”

Carla writhed on the bed, grabbing the pillow in front of her and holding it tight as her lower half bounced uncontrollably. More cries came as a flood enveloped her, threatening to drown her where she was.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Ooooooooooooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

The great pain within her legs and bottom gave way to the pleasures rocketing through the rest of her body. Never had she felt such a climax.

“Oooooo!”

She seemed to come for what was an eternity, and when she finally stopped, Bennett was still there. He had not vanished as she expected.

“This is just the start of it. The match boxes have stories to tell. Each of them offers something. You will see.”