Neighbors Ch. 09

The drive home was a bit of a blur to me as I mentally recounted the last several days in my mind. Somehow in less than a week my life had changed completely. Glancing over at Amber in the seat next to me, I thought that it was all worth it. She looked stunning in her new fitted green dress and I was again distracted by the swell of her breasts that were prominently displayed. I thought that in a way I would also benefit from this arrangement if all of Amber's clothes were going to fit like this now.

When I pulled into my driveway, Amber looked over at me and touched me on the arm.

"Thank you, bank. I'm really really excited about this and I can't wait to meet with Ms. Sutton later this week. I know you're nervous about tonight - if it helps, I'm very proud of you and I think you're doing so well. If you're brave tonight I might let you take Sarah and I to lunch tomorrow. We normally meet every Wednesday and I'll consider letting you come along. Ok?"

With that, she gave my arm a quick squeeze and got out of my car. I couldn't help but stare at her legs as she swung them over the seat and stood. I was completely fixated on her physically - I wondered if this was another side effect of knowing she was the only human being on the planet who could access the key to my chastity cage. I watched until Amber unlocked her door and went inside her house.

Groaning as I stood up - my legs were sore and aching from this morning's workout with Sarah - I remembered I had to do my run. I shook my head. There was no way I could face the prospect of another lung-burning slog around my neighborhood, especially with my legs already feeling like lead. On top of that, I knew I would be facing something undoubtably painful later that night. Surely I deserved at least a few hours to relax and ice down my sore muscles before that.

I made a quick dinner - again, healthy salad and fish - and prepared some ice packs. I collapsed on the couch and ate my food while icing my sore hamstrings and quads. I must have been exhausted because suddenly it was 8:45 and I was lying on my back on my couch.

Shit! I threw the soggy warm icepacks in the kitchen sink and raced to my car, feeling the burn in my abused legs again. I took off for Southpoint and Ms. Sutton's boutique, hoping I wouldn't be late.

All of the shops were dark and most had their front doors shuttered as I passed them, trotting to Ms. Sutton's boutique at the end of a long row of high-end stores. Lights were still burning in her store, and the door stood partially ajar. I entered as I checked my phone - shit. 9:05.

Ms. Sutton was standing behind the counter. She raised one eyebrow as I entered, and pointedly looked down at her watch. I hurried over to her. Some part of me thought it was ridiculous I was apologizing for being late to my own punishment.

"Sorry...I'm sorry Ms. Sutton" I stammered. "It's been a long couple of days and...I fell asleep.."

She cut me off with a raised finger.

"I'm not interested in your excuses, and I do not wish for you to speak unless I ask you to."

I closed my mouth, feeling myself flush. This was a different woman than I met with earlier today - perhaps because I was with Amber or maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was a potential customer. We had a different hierarchy now, and she knew it.

"Come."

She led the way to her office. I found myself admiring her figure once more - despite the fact that she was perhaps twenty years older than I, she was slender, and cut a fine figure in her black pencil skirt and jacket. As always, her black hair was pulled back into a bun. Her high heels made her hips sway entrancingly as she walked.

All of the dressmaker mannequins had been lined up neatly against one wall, leaving her sizable office bare of all furniture in the middle of the room save for her massive antique-looking desk.

"Remove your shoes and sock, and place them under the desk."

I bent over to do as she asked. Somehow I felt that kicking my shoes off wouldn't be viewed as appropriate, so I untied them and pulled them off. I balled off each sock and placed it into the respective shoe. Next I slid them all under the desk.

She was standing with her back to the closed office door, watching me closely. Again I was struck by a look of intensity in her dark eyes. Her lips were set in an almost grim expression of concentration. It looked like she was absorbing every detail, committing every second to memory. I shivered.

Slowly, she walked over to an umbrella stand in the corner. She carefully drew something from it and I gasped involuntarily. It was a cane - four feet long or so, made of some sort of thin flexible wood. It had a short black handle that Ms. Sutton carefully wrapped her right hand around. She turned back to face me.

"Remove your pants and underwear, fold them and place them on that chair" she said, indicating a nearby chair with a slight nod of her head.

I shivered again. Her tone didn't leave any room for argument, but the thought of stripping essentially naked in front of this woman was too much. I felt myself blush with shame and embarrassment. Suddenly I remember the chastity cage that gripped my cock - there would be no way to hide this! Amber was the only one who knew the level of control she had over me. I felt a small bubble of panic rise in my chest.

"But...sorry, Ms. Sutton, I..." the words came out in a rush but were stopped just as suddenly with quick arched eyebrow from Ms. Sutton.

"I thought I was clear - I do not wish for you to speak. You will do as you're told. I am not in the habit of repeating myself."

I cleared my throat, feeling face burn red. Slowly, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and pushed them over my hips and down. Stepping out of them, I carefully folded them and placed them on the chair she had indicated. I glanced at her one more time, hoping for some degree of leniency or mercy. She merely stood in the exact same spot, her arms lightly crossed over her small breasts. The menacing cane was resting comfortably in her right hand.

She arched her eyebrow again. I knew she wasn't going to change her mind. I faced away from her and slid my underwear down, trying not to shake from humiliation and embarrassment. I folded them carefully and placed them on top of my jeans. I put both hands over my crotch, trying to cover up the chastity cage as much as I could and stayed facing away from her.

A few seconds later, I heard her quiet command.

"Turn around, Christopher."

Slowly, awkwardly, I turned, still covering myself as best as I could. I felt equally embarrassed and ridiculous, still wearing my plain t shirt while I was stark naked from the waist down.

Ms. Sutton had a slightly triumphant look as I faced her. Slowly, her eyes traveled down my body. When they got to my crotch she frowned slightly and took a step forward.

"Christopher - move your hands."

With a small moan of despair, I did so. It took every ounce of self control I had to keep my arms at my sides, exposing myself and my cruel chastity cage to her.

She stood in silence for a second before her eyes met mine. She had a curious look on her face.

"What is that?" she said, nodding at my crotch. "You may speak."

"Um...it's a...it's a chastity cage." I managed to say, my voice unnaturally thick from embarrassment.

"And what does it do?"

"It...it keeps me from getting...hard. Um, an erection" I said, staring at my feet in embarrassment. "And, uh, from having an orgasm."

I heard her heels click on the hard floor as she took another step forward. I could feel her gaze studying it.

"And...you cannot remove it?" She asked. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you, Christopher."

I slowly looked up. She was drumming her fingers on her arm thoughtfully.

"I see. And who can?"

"Amber." I breathed, with another shiver. She finally knew the extent of Amber's control over me.

The corners of her mouth turned upwards in a slight smile.

"Excellent. Excellent." She nodded approvingly. "What a beautiful device. I had no idea such things were...done. I am going to have the most interesting conversation with Amber later this week."

She gave me a small smirk before composing herself. Her mouth set once more in an expression of intensity.

"Christopher, go to my desk."

I slowly walked over, feeling her eyes on me the whole time.

"Place your elbows on the surface."

I closed my eyes. Every instinct was telling me to run - grab my clothes and get out. But I knew I wouldn't. For one, Amber was expecting me to do this for her. Also, despite my extreme shame, I couldn't deny that I found Ms. Sutton exciting somehow. I found to my surprise my penis was attempting to grow in its cage. I though that it must be the fact that I was mostly naked in the presence of a woman. But I had to admit that her level of control over me, which seemed to happen so naturally for her, was arousing. I bent over at the waist so I was facing away from her, with my ass exposed as my shirt pulled up over my lower back.

"Palms down on the surface." She directed.

Seconds passed. I knew she was absorbing each detail. I shivered slightly, feeling like an insect pinned to a board.

"I have waited for this for some time." She said, her voice husky and low. "I even purchased this cane some years ago, hoping for an opportunity...did you know I even occasionally strap a pillow to my bed post to practice? But it's just. Not. The. Same."

Each of the last four words was punctuated by the evil hiss of the cane cutting through the air as she gave quick practice swings. I flinched with each one.

She took a few steps towards me and I knew she was directly behind me now. I closed my eyes. My heart was racing and I could already feel sweat beading up on my forehead.

I felt the cool tap of the tip of the cane on my right calf.

"On your tip toes." She said quietly.

Groaning, I did as she asked. My exhausted legs began to quivering almost immediately.

She traced the tip of the cane up my leg and across my rear. I shivered again.

"I do not wish for you to speak. You may cry out if you must - this office is in the rear corner of the building. I do not believe anyone will hear you. You will not move until I give you permission."

Suddenly I heard the hiss of the cane and a sharp impact on my ass. There was a momentary feeling of coldness before a thin stripe of fiery pain exploded. I gasped. It was followed rapidly by a second and third. My rear felt like it was being brushed with hot coals. On the fourth strike I heard a sob escape from my mouth. Sweat began streaming from my pores. The blows were coming relentlessly, one every two or three seconds. I glanced over my left shoulder and saw Ms. Sutton. She was wielding the cane with an almost ballet-like stroke, landing a blow and then withdrawing the cane for another strike in a smooth motion. Her face was flushed and I could hear her breathing quicken - whether from her exertions or some form of arousal I couldn't tell.

The next few strikes exploded and my head snapped forward. My eyes were watering from the pain. I groaned again. The pain was becoming unbearable. I gripped the edge of the desk tightly - it took every scrap of willpower I had to not reach back and shield myself from the onslaught. It went on and on- after a minute or two I was bawling helplessly, tears streaming down my face.

I couldn't help it - I found myself begging, babbling incoherently for her to stop.

Either she didn't hear me or didn't listen because the caning continued.

The pain changed over time. The intensity of each single blow grew to a sort of heat that spread throughout my entire backside. Some part of me thought of how I must look - terribly marked and bruised. Suddenly, mercifully, Ms. Sutton stopped. I could hear her gasping. There were a few seconds of silence as I heard her struggle to control her breathing. I heard a few short clicks of her heels. Glancing up, I saw she was standing at my side. She was breathing deeply and I saw perspiration beading up on her face, but she had a dreamy look in her eyes and her lips were slightly turned up in the hint of a smile. She slowly removed her severe black jacket, revealing her white simple but elegant blouse underneath. Carefully she folded the jacket and placed it on the desk next to me. Through the daze of my pain I could smell the faint hint of her perfume. She glanced down at me and saw I was looking at her.

"You're doing well, Christopher. Nearly done now."

I moaned as she took up her position behind me. The next five or ten minutes were a blur of pain, crying and begging. Somehow I managed to keep my palms pressed against the desk, although I know my legs and rear were dancing trying to avoid the painful blows. I didn't want to disappoint Amber. Or, I admitted, Ms. Sutton.

Finally it was done. Ms. Sutton collapsed in a chair, exhausted. Her eyes had a far-away look in them, and she was squeezing her thighs together. Her hands reached down and lightly traced the outline of her erect nipples through her blouse. She shook her head slightly and seemed to notice me. She pulled her hands away from her chest and got to her feet. I heard her heels click again as she walked to the corner where I had piled my clothes.

My rear was on fire and the pain didn't seem to be subsiding. My legs were shaking badly now, and I knew I was leaving pools of sweat on her expensive desk. I knew better than to talk, and remained in my vulnerable, shameful position.

"I am going to make a copy of your credit card for my files, Christopher. This way I can easily charge Amber's purchases. Do not move until I return."

I heard the door open and knew I was alone in the room. Minutes went by and all I could think of was getting off of my toes and trying somehow to lessen the pain my ass was in.

Eventually I heard her return. She put my wallet back in my pants pocket and walked over to where I was stretched out on her desk. She lightly ran her fingernail down the back of my neck, causing me to shiver almost violently.

"You did very well. I'm pleased."

I felt another shiver at her words. Despite her beating me I found that deep down I wanted to impress her, and her approval almost made the whole ordeal worth it.

"You may get dressed."

Groaning, I moved tentatively, not trusting my legs to support me. I held on the desk as I slowly lowered myself to the ground. Shakily, I walked over to my pants and underwear. It no longer felt strange to be naked in front of her after what I had just gone through, and even the shame of my chastity cage felt distant.

"I enjoyed that...very much" Ms. Sutton said as she watched me carefully dress. I gasped as I pulled my underwear up and it slid over my butt. I saw her smirk slightly out of the corner of my eye.

Finally dressed under Ms. Sutton's watchful eye, she walked me to the front of the store.

"I will expect you here next Tuesday. 9 PM sharp. And this time don't be late."

She closed and locked the door behind me.

The ride home was another agony as I shifted constantly in my seat, trying to find a position that didn't exacerbate the fire on my abused flesh. When I got home I stripped in front of my bathroom mirror and looked at the damage. My entire rear was a nightmarish mix of blue, purple, and dark red. I groaned and knew I wouldn't be comfortable sitting down for some time. Luckily, she had almost perfect aim and only a few strokes had landed on my upper legs. I thought about my weigh-in with Sarah tomorrow and how hard it would be to explain giant welts or bruising that wasn't covered up by my underwear.

I collapsed into bed on my stomach and fell into a deep exhausted sleep immediately.