Kitten and Ms. Steele

Mr. Deery led young Kitten into the room. It was a bare room, furnished with a plain, straight backed single chair, a more comfortable reclining chair, an ottoman, and hardly any other furniture. The walls were painted a dull white, and the floor was covered with a teal green carpet. Mr. Deery had told Kitten she would be met  here by a woman in a few minutes, and she was to remove her clothes after he left and await her.  He cautioned her it was best for her that she did as she was told to do.  Kitten started to protest, but Deery ignored her and left the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

The young blonde paced for a few minutes, confused and dazed from all that had happened to her in the past twelve hours. Her mind wandered.

Deery's threat brought back to her memories of her childhood; her father used to spank her for no reason at all; and when he told her to do something, she always did it, not waiting for a spanking.

As the girl considered her situation and looked around the room, she was unaware she was being secretly watched through a peephole.

She continued to deliberate; it took a while before finally she decided to obey Mr. Deery's instructions and remove her clothing before the arrival of this woman, whoever she was. Slowly, hesitantly, Kitten unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.

At that moment, the woman walked in. She had blue eyes and dark hair, weighed about a hundred and forty pounds, and stood five feet eight inches tall, a full six inches taller than Kitten. She walked up to Kitten and stared at her.

"Kitten, I am Ms. Rebecca Steele."

"H-hello, Ms. Steele!" Kitten stammered, daunted.

"Why are you still dressed?"
 
"I...I was just undressing." Kitten meekly replied.

"You were supposed to be waiting for me naked; didn't Mr. Deery give you your instructions?" the woman asked sternly.

"I am sorry Ms. Steele; I was just about to remove everything."

"You've had twenty minutes. Were you waiting for the second coming of Christ?"

"No Ms.Steele!" said Kitten, astonished at the woman's irreverant blasphemy.

Come over here!" ordered the woman, pointing near the straight backed chair.

"Yes, ma'am" Kitten said, approaching.

"Bend over and put your hands on the chair, Kitten."

Kitten hesitated.

"Do as I say, Kitten; the more you hesitate, the worse for you."

"W-why do you want me to... to put my hands there?" Kitten asked, stalling.

"To keep yourself from falling over."

Kitten resolved then not to cooperate; she was not used to letting a female, or anyone other than her Daddy, spank her, and this position obviously  meant a spanking, she decided. Before she could think of what to say in refusal, the woman interrupted her thoughts.

 "Do you recall your father ever saying something to the effect of "you're only making it worse on yourself," Kitten?"

 "How did you know that?" she asked, surprised; it was something he had said often.

"Because all fathers say it, Kitten," Ms. Steel lied, a lie she knew Kitten would believe. "Now, how much worse do you want to make it?"

That sounded ominous; Kitten got nervous, with vague visions of brutish men entering the room and spanking her appearing before her mind. She innocently decided this woman would certainly treat her less severely. She bent over and did as instructed, leaning over the chair, hands griping the seat, facing away from Ms. Steele. She tensed the muscles in her ass cheeks, anticipating a swat. Again, she sought to talk her way out of the spanking, or at least to lessen its severity.

"Please, I didn't mean to be slow. I was just about to do it." she said, staring blankly at the far wall as she held the position.

Ms. Steele walked up behind Kitten, and reached to Kitten's side and unzipped her skirt, removing it and letting it fall to the floor.

Kitten gasped. She felt her legs exposed, and she was a very modest and self-conscious young girl, despite being very attractive. She stood now in only her soft white sport shoes, white panties and white blouse. Naturally she did not think of how her bare thighs looked, but Ms. Steele did not fail to notice.

"You should have complied with instructions!" said Ms. Steele. Faced away as she was, Kitten could not see as Ms. Steele produced a riding crop, then lashed Kitten's right upper thigh very hard. The crop made a whistling sound, then hit soundly with a loud crack.

"Yewwwwwwwwww!" Kitten squealed, totally surprised at the blow, at the pain, at the use of a crop; she had expected a mild barehanded spanking. Sure enough, she would have fallen over had she not been gripping the chair. She winced, then panted as she felt the pain get worse. It radiated from her leg, and tears came to her eyes. She momentarily forgot everything except her wounded leg. There was a long red weal on her thigh now.

The sadistic older woman waited for Kitten's cries to stop, then lashed her leg viciously again, accurately hitting a half inch above where the first stroke had marked the thigh.

 "Aaaaaaaaaaaa!" Kitten screamed. She let go of the chair and fell to the ground, defensively, moaning. She wanted to clutch her stricken leg, but it hurt and she couldn't. She rolled a bit side to side on the floor, moaning in a very unlady-like way.

"Get up, Kitten!" ordered Ms. Steele, after a moment, a hint of impatience in her voice.

 Kitten sobbed as she lay on the floor; then, gathering herself, she staggered to her feet, shaking like a leaf.

 "No...please....not again...I will obey!" Kitten promised emphatically.

"Even though I enjoy this, Kitten, I hope from now on you will do as you are told." She stood in front of Kitten, facing her.

"Yes, Ms. Steele!" Kitten sobbed out in a high pitched voice.

"Now, remove your clothes, as you were supposed to before. Start with your panties, take them off," the stern older woman ordered.

Sobbing still, her face red and a bit tear-stained, Kitten reached down and pulled her plain white panties off, sliding them down her bare legs, being careful not to touch the two angry red weals on her thigh. Despite her shock at the severe punishment, her face became even redder as she blushed, looking at Ms. Steele as she removed her garment; Kitten was very modest, and totally unused to disrobing in front of anyone.

The older woman gazed openly at Kitten's pubic area, taking in Kitten's light, almost hairless youthful quim.

"Now remove your blouse and bra." she commanded, feeling satisfied at the situation.

Face red, Kitten unbuttoned her blouse. She of course had noticed Ms. Steele's stare, but she thought of it only in terms of feeling embarrassed about being naked in front of someone; Kitten had yet to make any sexual connotation. Had this been in front of a man, Kitten's thoughts would have been radically different, but Kitten never even considered the idea that Ms. Steele would think of her carnally.

Slowly, Kitten opened her buttons, revealling her white bra. She felt quite a bit embarrassed about her breasts; she was amply endowed already, and psychologically uncomfortable about it.

Ms. Steele continued to stare, now looking at Kitten's chest, as Kitten took off first her blouse, then finally her bra, revealing her nipples; Ms Steele was so obviously looking at her nipples, that Kitten blushed even harder; however, as there was no hint of a leer in Ms. Steele's eyes, Kitten had no clue about the woman's inner thoughts.

:: to be continued ::