From Jenny to Mei Ch. 04

"Yes I did. I always wanted love, secretly, it's what I've always wanted."

He saw that a slow oozing of thick clear slime begin to seep from her and he was pleased.

"I see that now. I always wanted love. Every time."

After a pause that was a tenth of a second too long he slapped her again.

'Smack!' "More!"

"Oh my god! Why is that doing this to me?" The spanking was turning her on like nothing ever had.

He cupped her cheek and stood up straight. Her ass was red and so was his hand. He thought of the rubber spatula but that was a pussy's way. If she were going to hurt then so would he.

He got a chair. Half way back he set the chair down and went to the fridge for a stick of butter.

During the moment he was gone she pulled herself up further on the couch, putting her ass higher over the arm.

"Your just telling me what I want to hear."

"No sir. It's what I'm ashamed of. It's what makes me a whore."

He brought over the chair and sat down. He touched the wetness seeping from her, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. It was viscous and stretched between his fingers as he pulled them apart. 'Oh fuck how I love when a woman gets wet like this.'

She interrupted the gasping sobs just long enough for a moan to fit between. His touch on her hot swollen labia was absolutely electrifying.

"Don't stop talking. What makes you a whore?"

"All those guys. They all wanted me to love them but I couldn't and each time they would tell me..."

He began to caress her pussy lips, spreading her wetness over the blood filled flesh.

'My god that feels better than ever,' she thought. She forgot what she was saying.

"Uummmm." Her moan was delicious.

'Smack!' "Continue."

"Um. I forgot. Oh," she remembered just in time. "I would just end it."

She slowly rocked back and forth lifting her ass up.

'Smack.' "Keep still!"

He spread her slipperiness up to her asshole.

'Smack!' "Keep talking goddammit!"

"I had to end it or they would know," she sniffled, "know I wanted love but I couldn't have it. That I was emotionally barren. Just a heartless bitch with nothing inside."

He scooped a dollop of cold butter into his palm to warm it.

"Good Mei. Keep talking."

"I would start looking for a guy. Someone who was worthy of me. Someone who would force me to love him. Who would break open my heart and find the love that had to be there."

He formed the butter into a small plug and pushed it into her hole. He joined the tip of his ring finger to his pinky and followed the light yellow glob inside and pushed her open.

A deep grunt from the stomach erupted from within as her head came off the couch. She nearly toppled forward but he pushed on her legs with his thigh.

His fingers were now inside her.

"But they were all pussies, they all failed me. No one could find it. They tried flowers and sweet talk but the more they tried to make me love them, the more I despised them for it."

He withdrew his fingers, spat on her asshole, the sound of which made her sobs redouble.

"I'm such a goddamn dirty whore!"

He withdrew and slapped her, one blow per word, "Stop... Your... Mother... Fucking... Cussing!"

"Ouw. Oh. Fuck! Yes!" These were the best so far. His passion for her burned her skin.

He spit again, lubed his finger with some of the butter from the stick and jammed it back into her and fucked her with it.

"Jenny you fucking whore. When are you going to realize you need to stop resisting me?"

His tempo was fast and rough and it was driving her insane. She started to writhe.

"Yes! Master!"

"Jenny, you fucking whore. Take my finger up the ass because that's the only place clean enough."

His abuse was like a Brillo pad scouring her soul. It felt horrible but necessary. Her sobs segued seamlessly into moans, each holding lust and need so profound that they precipitated out like rain from fog.

"Fuck my ass master! God yes, punish me please! Break me! Make me better. Use my ass for your cock."

'Slap, Slap, Slap'. The angle wasn't perfect but he could get a few strikes in with his left hand.

"Shut up you fucking dirty whore. You loveless cold bitch. You don't deserve my cock."

"Yes, yes."

More butter. He joined his middle finger with his index and slowly spread her anus muscles wider.

"No! Too much! Too fucking much!" The pain... she felt like she would black out.

'Smack! Smack!' "Are you learning your lesson bitch?!" 'Smack! Smack!' "Getting it yet!!" 'Smack!' "You're not in control!" 'Smack'. "No one is falling for your bullshit! No one is susceptible to your slutty charms."

The cries and moans coexisted. The pain and pleasure shared the same neural highway; signals bumping into one another overloading the receptors in her brain.

"Fuck!"

'Smack!'

His two fingers were working her ass like he was stuffing a rag inside her.

"Fuck me!"

'Smack!' Smack!"

"I'm coming!"

"Not yet you filthy fucking bitch!"

'Smack! Smack!' "You come without permission and we start over." 'Smack!' "You hear me!"

"Yes master! I can't hold... Please. Fuck me please. Give me your cock in my dirty fucking hole!"

"Who can love a whore like you?"

"No. No one loves me."

"But you're such a stupid slut. You miss the obvious."

He pulled both fingers again and spit in her red gaping asshole and thrust his fingers in all the way as it was closing.

"Don't you see? Don't you get it?"

"Ahh. Ahh. Ahh God!" She was getting carried off somewhere.

"Mei, I love you. I am in love with you Mei. You're a slut but you are my slut god dammit and don't you fucking forget it!" 'Slap! Slap! Slap!' "Now come!"

This final statement, clear and unequivical, that she was his, all his, was the final straw. Feeling owned by him was the touch of bliss that pushed her over.

"Aaahh. Jesus! Oh god thank thank...! I'm coming. Philip, oh Jesus."

He spanked her repeatedly as she came, bouncing up and down, wiggling side to side. Then she went as ridged as a board, her anus seizing on his hand, squeezing the blood out of his fingers.

She relaxed but just kept on coming, spasming every few seconds. Moments later she went ridged once again and as she relaxed from her second orgasm he gently slowed the speed to a methodical deep thrusting.

She jerked and quivered and grunted. Then tumbled onto the floor, slowed by his hand on her hip, letting her crumple.

She panted like a greyhound after a quarter mile at the Sarasota Kennel Club.

"Oh god, oh god..." She would repeat it unbroken thirty times before she got her wits about her.

He untied her. She rolled over, still breathing heavily. "What was that?" she asked with a star struck look in her eyes.

He picked her up. "It's called an orgasm."

"No. I've had those before." 'Or at least I think I have.'

He took her to the bedroom and laid her face down on the bed.

"Kiss me sweetly," she purred, "please master."

He grinned and relented.

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As he kissed her he let his hands roam her body. She was moist with sweat and her ass radiated heat like a sun lamp. He went to the bathroom to get some aloe, very pleased with her.

She lay still, face down, still panting and confused. Mysteriously, she felt really good deep inside, contented, satiated and proud of her forthright confession.

When he returned she mumbled, "Water."

He went and got water and juice.

She propped up on her elbows and drank the apple cider first, it was heavenly, then the water and collapsed.

"You were wonderful, Mei Chun. So strong." He rubbed the aloe in his hand then, as gently as he could, placed them on her red skin.

The muscles under the surface of her ass shuddered from the cool assault like those of a mare trying to dislodge a horsefly.

"I admire your bravery. You were afraid but you told me anyway."

His words were so comforting that she began to let them buoy her like floats tied to her limbs.

"Didn't think you wanted me strong."

'Why do I feel so good?' she wondered.

"I do. Of course I do. Don't confuse strength with just getting your way. Coercion is a sign of weakness."

"Look who's talking."

He loved her spirit.

His chuckle was so rewarding. It made her feel like she had achieved something.

"You let me see inside of you. That took courage."

"I didn't think it was possible to come like that. It was so different. So intense."

"I'm not sure many women can do that."

"Anal orgasm? It's a new one to me. Nothing has ever been in my ass before yesterday and now I'm begging you to fuck me while I'm tied and bent over a couch getting beaten."

She turned her head and smiled. "You sure you know what you're doing?"

"Yes," he lied.

Her brows furrowed in cute bemusement. "Doesn't seem like progress to me."

"Trust me."

"I feel like more of a slut than ever. You know, I have a more appropriate place for your fingers."

"We'll get to that. And there is a difference between whore and slut."

"A subtle difference no doubt."

"Not really, Jenny is a whore, manipulating men through sex, getting what she wanted. Mei Chun, perhaps is a slut, loving sex for it's own sake."

"Hmmm?" she considered, "Can I talk like a human now master?"

"Haven't you been? And you don't have to call me that. I never told you to."

"I know. It's a gift dummy. Plus I like it."

He was stunned into silence. His hands halted. 'A gift?' And she wasn't being a smart ass. She was giving him her obedience as a gift.

"Can I tell you the truth? I might, I'm just saying, might, sort of understand why someone might get into this submission stuff. I'm not doing it well, I know but I can see why you're making me do it. I can't actually thank you yet but maybe..."

She finished the water and put the glass on the table. He started moving his hands again.

"It's like the anal thing. It seems so disgusting and demeaning until you actually try it. You know?"

'She sounds so cheerful,' he thought. "Tell me."

"It's like you don't have to think and you can just trust."

"Do you trust me?"

"No. Not really. I mean, like, I want to but I don't know. After all I don't really know you."

"And I'm blackmailing you."

"Right. Thanks. Good point."

"But I love you and you know that."

"It makes me uncomfortable."

"You understand why?"

"Yes, but it does and ... shit I am so confused." She dropped her forehead back on the pillow, shaking it from side to side.

"Don't worry. It's all going to be very clear."

"You going to beat it into me?"

"If that's what it takes."

"I'm so screwed up in the head I'll probably like it."

The conversation paused for a few moments as she considered more spanking. If it came with mind numbing orgasms like the last one she might indeed learn to love it.

"So when did you start poking girls up the ass?"

"I've never done it."

"Really? And the blackmail and domination thing?"

"First time."

"So I'm the first girl you've ever kidnapped?" That was so sweet.

"Yes, but remember you can leave anytime so..."

"I know, I'm not kidnapped. Just blackmailed."

"Right. There is a difference. Would you like to go home?"

"No!" She said it quickly, like he was threatening her with life in a Siberian work camp. "Not now. I'm fine."

Back to anal sex her mind went, a new fascination with the topic having developed within her. "So you've never stuffed your fingers up a girl's rectum?"

"Not till now. How was it?"

"Fucking unbelievable... Sorry."

"Learn to stop please."

"Really it was fantastic. It hurt but kinda like your massage, you know, a necessary pain. Does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense. Given the context."

"Please let me make you come." This was genuine pleading, heartfelt and desperate. "I really want to and that's Mei Chun talking. Plus I feel another orgasm in me dying to get out."

He couldn't answer. He realized that he wasn't breathing. His hands froze again in their massaging of her ass. She knew what her request was doing to him.

"Uh. I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why? Does it break some rule of the 'Beat Your Way to a More Perfect Woman' handbook?"

He laughed and she joined him. 'Was it time?' He felt it wasn't but he was fucking hard as a rock.

"I can suck your cock, if that's not real sex or maybe a hand job?" She turned to look up at him. "Or maybe a massage with a happy ending? I know it turned you on, beating me like that. Stuffing your fingers in my ass. Didn't it?"

He should be telling her to shut up and spank her again but the idea was repellent.

"Yes." He was uncomfortable admitting it, mostly to himself.

"Then what's the problem? Isn't sex with me part of the training?"

"Yes but..."

"You told me I have to please you. Anticipate your wants. So what's the hold up?"

"Stop. I'm thinking."

She stopped, remembering the hot pain in her ass as he resumed the soft kneading.

After at least a minute of silence, as light touches of his fingers wandered her lower back, which she found exquisite, she risked speaking.

"Philip, can I ask a serious question without a spanking?"

"Yes."

"I mean this sincerely, not as a challenge. Are you afraid to make love to me?"

"Yes."

"Why!"

"I'm afraid to disrupt the transformation you've started. Afraid I'll screw things up because I was impatient and send you backwards spoiling all the progress you've made. That's why." What he didn't say was that he was afraid he'd loose self control and be unable to discipline her.

"Not because I'm too dirty? Not because I'm a whore without the capacity for love?" Her look was pleading him to tell her no, that wasn't the reason.

"I know you are changing. Why would I be doing this?"

"Don't you enjoy it?"

"Fuck no," he answered immediately, which he thought a mistake. He shouldn't be so revealing. She shouldn't know his real feelings. It would give her leverage and make her harder to break. But she was making progress, maybe it was time? Unfortunately he didn't have a handbook.

"I see," she said and started her own pondering. The idea that he was denying himself for her sake was really touching. It made her want him more powerfully.

He decided against sex.

"Can you stand a bath?"

"Yes. I think so."

"I'll go start one."

He left and she continued in her thoughts, disappointed, as the sounds of the water burbled next door.

'So he doesn't like it... Hmmm. I believe him. Which can only mean he is doing this for me. That's either incredibly sweet or totally psychopathic. Or both.' He didn't seem like a psychopath. But then again what does one seem like? She'd known strange people, in San Francisco they were as common as convenience stores, but he wasn't strange really. He seemed to care in a cold sort of way, but maybe that was the mask he had to wear while doing this transformation thing. She liked the guy he was at the clinic, charming, funny, bold as hot wings. She saw the charm now, when he wasn't spanking her.

He returned.

"Turn over."

She did and he scooped her up in his arms and she kissed him.

"Why did I kiss you?" she asked.

"Because I love you enough to blackmail you?"

"Yes."