Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2007 07:52:50 -0700
From: bahee <bahee@telus.net>
Subject: Brianne Apprenticeship

In one of my earlier stories I mentioned my introduction to Sue's
profession, how Sam and I had walked in on one of her schoolboy clients.
That evening I learned how Sue made her living and over the next month or
so I learned more details. It all seemed a little weird to me.  I mean, why
would a guy pay a woman to spank him, to call him names. To tie him up and
tease the hell out of him? Sue reminded me of the schoolboy. She asked me
if I would help her in a very minor way. What she wanted was someone who
would be a sort of secretary.  Someone who would meet the client, supervise
them as they changed into their costume and then present them to Sue. It
would only take 10 or 15 minutes every couple of weeks.  Of course there
would be a salary.

We talked it over and agreed on a little play acting. I would play the part
of a 12 year old school girl who was the headmistress's prefect. I would be
sitting at a desk when the the client arrived doing some homework. I would
watch him as he changed into his school clothes. When the light went to red
over Sue's door I would go over to it, knock and then introduce the
delinquent. All straight forward and I was not to enter the schoolroom
while the client was there. We rehearsed the scene a few times until Sue
was happy. My school uniform got changed a bit during the rehearsals.
Mainly I had to wear some rather uncomfortable cotton knickers, not
panties, and my kilt became very, very short. Sue said I had to make
excuses to bend over and show my knickers to the client.  I wondered why
knickers and Sue explained that the client was into English school stuff
and that what they were called there.

Premier night arrived. I went over to Sue's place after supper and changed
into my fantasy school girl outfit. There was no way I was going to wear
that outfit on the street!!! One minute before the hour found me sitting at
a desk in the basement foyer. Right on time the door opened and this guy
came in. I was surprised to see that he was dressed in a business suit,
carrying a very expensive looking leather briefcase. I don't know why, but
I had more or less expected a somewhat seedy looking character who would
skulk around the place.  This guy looked as if he owned the place.

"May I help you?"

He immediately changed. His eyes dropped. He started fiddling with his
briefcase.  "Please miss, I have an appointment with the Head."

I got up from the desk and walked over to a clipboard hanging on the wall,
making sure that I dropped my pencil on the way over. I made sure to bend
over to pick it up. No bending the knees or squatting down in a ladylike
manner. "And you are ?"

"Please miss, I'm George."

I made a pretence of examining the clipboard. I turned round and could see
that he already had an erection. "Oh yes, George. I see you have an
appointment. You know the Head doesn't like to see students dressed
incorrectly. You'd better get into your full uniform before I take you in."

"Yes miss."  He placed his briefcase on the table and then opened one of
the lockers. It was clear that he was very familiar with the layout and the
procedure. He started to undress being very careful to put his clothes away
very neatly in the locker. While he was doing this I made a couple of
excuses to move around the room being sure that he had an opportunity to
get a clear view of my knickers. By the time he was completely naked he had
an erection that was obviously rock hard. I had seen cocks before. There
was the changing room at school and I was very familiar with Sam's clitty,
but this was the first time that I had seen an old guy's stiffy. It wasn't
as big as some I had seen at school but his balls were hanging much
lower. He didn't have a single hair around his cock. I couldn't keep my
eyes of it as he walked over to the table. God how I wanted to suck that
cock, lick those balls. George didn't miss a thing.

Reaching the table he opened his briefcase and took out his school uniform.
He deliberately made sure that he was facing me as he started to dress. He
put on his shirt making sure that his stiff cock was sticking out in full
view. He did up his tie. Carefully he put on his knee socks making sure
that all the time I could get a good view of his cock. He pulled on his
shorts, and now he had a problem. He didn't use any underpants and his
shorts had obviously been specially made for him. Really they were hot
pants not school shorts and he has a lot of trouble tucking in his cock and
doing up the fly buttons - no zipper. Black oxfords, a school blazer and
one of those silly looking caps that Cubs used to wear.

"I'm ready, miss."

As I walked over to the door a low voice whispered at me "bet you'd like to
suck on that one, wouldn't you."

I knocked on the door. "Come."

"Please, Head, George is here for his appointment."

I stepped aside, George entered, and I left, closing the door behind me. I
changed quickly and went home. The next day I met Sue and she handed me a
twenty. I guess I had earned my first money as a sex trade worker.

George was a regular client. Every two weeks he visited Sue and I became a
regular, though very small, part of his scene. Slowly my role expanded. I
managed to make sure that George always got sever good leers at my
knickers. He always had a rock solid cock by the time he went into see the
Headmistress. He had to keep a punishment book in which he logged all the
naughty things he had done since his last visit. After a few visits the
"little black book" (it really was black) was given to me to look at before
he went into the Head's study. The infractions seemed rather silly to me,
mostly involving tales of masturbation. As the weeks went by there was a
subtle change in some of them. There were notes of about having sex with
the pretty prefect. Sue was coaching me in how to respond to these entries.
I still didn't fully understand what was going on but one thing I did know,
I was enjoying myself and getting paid for it.

One day, completely unrehearsed, I added a note to the punishment list.
`George exposed himself to me while waiting. I was scared.' (Like hell I
was. If anything I drooled.) Late Sue told me it was inspired.  George had
no idea what I had written, so it was a complete surprise when it came up
in his scene. Sue said it was one of the betters sessions they had had in a
long time. After that I would write something every time I was there. Some
times I would comment on his erection and how it scared and embarrassed
me. Other times I would complain that he didn't get an erection while
changing. One week I wrote that George had made me touch his erection. He
hadn't, but I really wanted to. At the next visit I took George into the
Head. As I was preparing to leave the Head said "just close the door and
stay for a moment."

This was not part of the prepared script. I closed the door and came back
to stand with George in front of the Head.

"Now, miss, the last time George was here you made a note that he made you
touch his erect penis. He denies it. Have you anything to say?"

"Please miss, he did make me."

"Is that true George."

"No miss."

"Do you still say that he made you do it."

"No miss, I made it up."

"I see. It seems to me that George is not the only naughty child that is in
need of correction. Bend over the bench."

I went to the spanking bench and positioned myself. This was definitely not
part of the rehearsed scene.

"George, lift up her skirt for me."

I felt my skirt being pulled up over my back.

"Now, pull down her knickers."

He pulled my knickers down to my knees. I could hear his breathing. I could
smell his sex.

"Six of the best for you, miss. You know the drill."

Did I ever. The seven strokes with a paddle came quickly. My bum was
stinging. I pulled up my knickers, adjusted my skirt and left the room. I
understand that George was more than just satisfied with his scene. Sue
told me later that his shorts were heavily stained before I had even left
the room. I got an extra twenty for that scene. I don't know what happened
but George stopped visiting shortly after that.

This was a very confusing time for me. I was still struggling with the
boy-girl thing. I was now living full time as a girl and seemed to have
found myself. Every now and again I had these doubts. Little niggling
thoughts kept creeping up on me. Was I gay, a faggot, pansy boy. The other
major confusion was Sue and her life style. She was good to me. If it was
not for her I doubt if I would every had come out as Brianne. I loved her
and wanted to be her slave, to do anything for her, to make her happy, to
be proud of me. But then I enjoyed the feeling of power when grown men
would grovel at my feet and I could make them do all sorts of weird things.
It has taken me a long time to sort it all out, or at least most of it.
Nearly ten years later it is still not completely clear. I do know I am a
woman. I don't know if I will have surgery. I do know I am a dominatrix and
make good money at it. I do know that I am sub to Sue but to noone else
unless at Sue's pleasure.