An Indecent Awakening (3 page)

“Do you know what you’re going to do now?” the guy in the videos sometimes said. When the girl said, “No,” looking mystified and nervous, the guy would say, “You’re going to suck my cock.”

And then the girl would do it—just like Stacy would have to do it, after she had taken off her clothes.

Biting her lip, she started to unbutton the pretty polka-dot sundress.

“Good girl,” Ben said. “There you go. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Really, the porn made the whole plan for training Stacy very special, and even more arousing than his plans for Peggy and Julie had been. He had started on a sexual note with Peggy, too, because he had caught her with her bad boy’s hand up her skirt, behind the college classroom building where he was repairing a window. When Peggy came over for her first lesson, he had made it clear from the beginning that she would learn that drug addicts who would feel a girl up that way—tentatively, furtively—were unworthy of a virtuous girl’s attention.

Peggy would learn, Ben told the sweet but very sexy raven-haired eighteen-year-old, that a virtuous girl waited for a man like Ben, and the kind of boyfriend to whom Ben would introduce her, to feel the things her bad boy had tried to make her feel behind the classroom building.

“When a man like me does come along,” he said to Peggy, “and he tells you to take off your clothes, and you learn to do as he says, you’ll have all the pleasure a virtuous girl deserves.”

Ben hadn’t even had to spank Peggy before she had taken off her miniskirt and her fuzzy sweater to reveal the lacy lingerie that showed her to be the kind of girl who needed virtue lessons very badly. Of course the spanking, over his knee, had befallen her immediately after she removed that lingerie, until she cried big tears and promised never to see the boy again. Then Ben, as a reward, showed her how good the right man could make her feel, between her legs.

But it seemed to Ben that having Stacy Miller here because she had watched porn, and played with herself, presented even more intriguing possibilities. He had stayed up late the night before, watching and reading all the naughty things on Stacy’s laptop. They had inspired him so thoroughly that he had drawn up a kind of syllabus for Stacy. They would begin, today, with something of an assessment and overview.

Stacy had the sundress down around her ankles. She had a modest white bra on, and as she reached behind her to undo it, she shot him a beseeching look, as if perhaps Ben would relent now that he saw her obeying him, and had given her a spanking with her panties down.

“Don’t dawdle, Stacy,” he said sternly. “Get them off. Do you think the girl on the video dawdled when they told her to take her clothes off?”

Stacy glanced nervously at the screen, blushing. The redhead in the video had now been placed on a couch, with her legs raised high, to display her cunt and her anus. He could tell that Stacy sensed in that moment exactly what Ben intended: how he had resolved to make sure she experienced every shameful thing the girls in the videos underwent.

As the guy in the porno rubbed the pretty bare cunt much more as a way of enhancing the display of it to the camera than to give the girl pleasure, Ben froze the image on the screen.

“Answer me, Stacy,” he said, even more severely. “Does she look like the kind of girl who would make a guy wait, when it’s time for her clothes to come off?”

“N-no… oh, God… Ben—I mean, sir! Sir, please… I promise never to do it again! Please don’t make me do this!”

“What kind of lesson would that teach you, Stacy? Your laptop is full of videos just like this one. Some of them are much worse. Promises aren’t going to cut it. Your life has to change, and it’s going to change right now. I’m taking you in hand, and I’m going to show you what it’s really like to suck a cock, and have your cunt touched the way that guy is touching that girl’s.”

“Oh, no…” She turned back to him, the pleading look in her eyes even more desperate. With her hands behind her, still on the bra hook, and her panties around her knees, where Ben had put them, she looked utterly adorable.

“Isn’t that what you were asking for, when you played with yourself while you watched this video?” They had come—quicker than Ben thought they would—to a crucial part of the syllabus.

“No!” Stacy said. “It’s… it’s different… I mean… I know real sex and porn are different!”

That was promising. “Have you had real sex, Stacy? Did you fuck that guy you were dating a few months ago?”

Stacy closed her eyes, a look of shame spreading across her face. “Yes,” she admitted.

“Was he your first?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“How many times?”

“Oh, God… you can’t ask me that!” She opened her eyes and glared at him for a moment, but then seemed to realize that in the position in which she found herself, here, Ben obviously
could
ask her that.

“Six,” she said softly.

“Did it feel good?”

Now Stacy seemed to realize that Ben’s tone had changed—that he had lowered his voice and warmed it. Ben could see distrust in her eyes, but also a kind of softening.

“After the first time,” she said, twisting her mouth to the side.

“How was it different from the porn?”

“Oh!” she said, as if startled, and glanced again at the terrible image of the girl with her legs up, on display. “I… well, it was dark—in the room, I mean—and it was over a lot faster?”

Now the most important question, which Stacy might be able to think about in a new way. “So why have you been watching the porn, if the real sex felt good?”

“Well, we broke up, and… I needed something… and I searched for this one thing…”

“What did you search for?” Ben made his tone stern again.

“Vibrators,” Stacy whispered.

The question of what Ben Weathers really thought about feminine self-pleasure now came to the fore. “Vibrators,” he said, “are something I believe a man should often use on a naughty girl’s pussy. If a certain kind of young girl—a girl like you—uses a vibrator by herself, it means she needs a spanking, and she needs a man to show her that her pleasure belongs to him. If you’re a good girl for me today, maybe I’ll show you that myself.”

“So…” Stacy began hesitantly, “porn isn’t wrong?”

“That depends,” Ben said evenly. “And here at my house you’re going to learn just what it depends on. For a start, it’s wrong for you to watch it unless I tell you to watch it.”

“I… I don’t understand,” Stacy said. She still stood frozen in the alluring position of a naughty girl undressing, with her panties down, about to unhook her bra. She looked as if she wanted to freeze time for herself the way Ben had frozen time for the naked girl on the screen, with the guy’s hand on her cunt.

“Finish getting undressed now, girl,” Ben said. “Then, when you’re on your knees in front of me, I’ll explain a bit more.”

Stacy gave a little whimper in her throat at that, and her chest seemed to heave with frustration as if she had realized that she had no way out. At the same time, though, Ben could tell that her powerlessness, combined with her physical attraction to him and the way his dominance increased that attraction, had begun to work upon her passions: Stacy had begun to see just how exciting it would be for her to submit to Ben’s lessons.

She cast her eyes down to the gray pile carpet and finally unhooked her bra, shrugging it off over her arms and down atop the sundress.

“Those are very nice,” Ben said, consciously imitating one of Stacy’s videos. Her blush, which had receded a little bit, now returned in full force. “Look at me, Stacy.” She obeyed. “I just told you that your tits are very nice. What does a good girl say when she gets a compliment?”

“Thank you,” Stacy whispered.

“Do you like your tits, Stacy?” That too came from the video he had quoted just a moment before. Ben wondered if Stacy realized from where he had taken his script.

Whether she realized it or not, she echoed the girl in the video. “Sort of?” she said.

“Play with your nipples,” Ben ordered. Stacy’s eyes went very wide, and Ben suspected that she had now figured out that he was following the scene from the porno. She hesitated, and then she whispered, “I can’t. Please… Don’t make me do that stuff.”

Ben took the opportunity to get severe again. “If I’m not mistaken, young lady,” he said, “you had your hand on your nipples yesterday when I found you. You’re going to do that for me right now, or you’re going to get another spanking.” The spanking, of course, was not part of the video—both because that video wasn’t one of the several in Stacy’s collection that included discipline, and because of course the girl in the video obeyed when the guy told her to play with her nipples.

Ben now felt sure that his growing suspicion that Stacy had a submissive inside, yearning to be let out despite having been pushed very far down in her psyche, was on target. Slowly, her hands moved to comply with his instructions, until at last she took her quarter-sized brown nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and squeezed them very symmetrically, closing her eyes and making little whining sounds that gave evidence of her pleasure.

Now Ben returned to the script. “Does that feel nice, Stacy?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said softly. It was exactly the response of the girl in the video.

“Alright, you can go ahead and take your panties all the way off now, and kneel in front of me.”

Stacy clearly felt she had crossed some threshold, because she didn’t make a fuss about the panties. She tugged them down past her knees, let them drop, and 5′4″ hazel-eyed and slim-hipped Stacy Miller stood in front of him with no clothes on. Her little pussy showed very slightly through the light brown hair that covered her there.

Ben thought with relish of the moment they would discuss the removal of those sweet curls, in line with the bareness of the cunts of all the girls in the videos on Stacy’s laptop. And then, of course, the fun of actually shaving her between her legs. He couldn’t decide which one of the two would give him more pleasure, though of course neither would compare with the pleasure he would take in fucking the bare little cunt for the first time.

Ben was happy that she had fucked her boyfriend. It wouldn’t have stopped him, of course, if Stacy had been a virgin, but he would have felt a pang of guilt at deflowering her, and he was glad to know that she would be able to feel the full pleasure of having his cock inside her cunt from the beginning. Also, he felt quite certain that he would be the first to put his cock in her ass. Ben regarded that as a kind of greater defloration, and he smiled at the thought of taking her there.

At last Stacy did kneel before him, and he took a step toward her so that his cock hung only four or five inches from her face. He put out his right hand and touched her cheek. She trembled violently, but she did not try to get away. “Tell me the truth, now, girl. Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he said softly. “I have a feeling you lied to me a few moments ago.”

Stacy hesitated, a look of agonizing confusion on her face. “Yes,” she finally whispered.

“That boyfriend?” She nodded. “How many blowjobs?”

“Twice,” she said.

“Did you swallow?” She shook her head violently. “You’re going to swallow now, Stacy. Did your boyfriend fuck your face?”

“What?” There was startlement in her eyes.

“Young lady, I’ve seen what you were watching. And we just saw it a moment ago. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean. Did your boyfriend fuck your face?”

Stacy’s breath came in short pants. “No,” she whispered.

“What do you think I’m going to do, when my cock is in your mouth?” Ben realized that he had adopted the tone of that same video again. This time he hadn’t even meant to, and he wondered for a moment about that difference to which Stacy had referred a little while before: the difference between porn and real sex. Yes, as he would discuss with Stacy over the course of her lessons, they were certainly different. But they also surely had a very complex and powerful relationship to one another.

Stacy looked up at him with wide-eyed panic. He stroked her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. He asked again, “What do you think I’m going to do?”

“Fuck my face,” Stacy said in a voice lower than a whisper.

“Exactly right,” Ben said in his best teacher’s voice. “I’m going to fuck your face just the way the guy in the video does to that cute redhead. Open up that pretty little mouth now, so I can make myself feel good. If you’re a good little cocksucker, I’ll keep telling you about my standards for what a girl like you should do when her cunt gets to feeling really naughty, the way yours must have felt yesterday.”

Stacy swallowed hard and opened her mouth.

“Stick out your tongue, now, girl,” Ben said. The words were humiliating, but to her surprise, Ben said them in a tone that sounded much better-natured than Stacy ever could have expected a man might use when instructing a girl in how to get ready for a face-fucking. The guys in the videos definitely didn’t say it that way, as if they cared about how the girls felt about it. When a guy in a porno said “Stick out your tongue” or “Put it in your cheek” or the one that always sent a terrible, shameful thrill through Stacy, “No hands,” he said it as if the girl were a thing, or at best a pet.

Did she like it that Ben was instructing her to prepare her mouth to take his penis inside it with a kindly tone? Didn’t it make it even more shameful, if he talked down to her like that?

Stacy obeyed, like a little girl putting out her tongue for a treat to be laid upon it. This treat, though, was big and bulky, and didn’t taste sweet. Yes, Stacy had sucked Jack’s cock, but it hadn’t been anything like this, or like the videos that it seemed Ben had decided Stacy must reenact. Stacy knew exactly what face-fucking was, and the thrill of fear, and of shame, was accompanied by a jolt of arousal—she couldn’t deny it—that spread through her pussy. When she had given Jack the blowjobs, she had used her hands, and she had bobbed her head, and he had seemed to like it, though she had been terribly unsure of that. In the videos, though…
Yes, oh, my God, he’s doing it just like the video…
Ben had taken hold of her head tightly in both hands…
and, now, the part where…