Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2010 16:06:07 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: Turnabout

Turnabout by Laura Davis  F/F D/s

I was working late one night, trying to install some new  software on my
laptop, when I ran into problems. There wasn't anyone around who  could help
me so I packed up and headed home. Arthur was away on a fishing trip,  not
that he'd be any help, but it would have been nice to have his shoulder to
cry on. But things hadn't been going well and his presence might not have
helped.
When I got home I remember that Julie, our neighbor's  daughter, was home
from college for the summer. She'd just finished her freshman  year at one of
the better schools in Massachusetts and she's a whiz with computers.  I
changed into shorts and sportsbra and glanced at the clock. Just after 8:00
p.m., not to late to call. Julie readily agreed to come over and take a  look.
When she arrived I greeted her with a smile and a hug.  Julie is a small,
slender blonde with a sunny disposition. People are always  surprised that
such a pretty girl is, basically, a computer nerd. I know I was  when we first
met. She was wearing a little cropped tank top, cotton drawstring  shorts,
and sandals. When I opened the door she grinned and said, "Hi, Laura.  Broke
it again, huh?"
I shrugged. "You know me and computers. We don't get  along, probably
never will." She assured me that she could fix whatever damage  I'd done. I
brought out my bag and she set the laptop up on the coffee table in  the
livingroom. I settled down on the sofa and watched her work. School had  changed
her - she was more mature and her long blonde hair was now  close-cropped,
making her look like a tomboy. A cute  tomboy.
After a couple of minutes she glanced at me and smiled.  "I've found the
problem but I can't fix it. At least not right  now."
"What's wrong? Why can't you fix it?" I was beginning to  panic, I needed
it running so I could finish and important  report.
She shrugged. "Well, the real problem is you. You've got  too much on. If
you were naked I could fix it in about five  minutes."
I stared at her in shocked silence for several moments.  Then I felt a jolt
of excitement. "You're not serious, are  you?"
She got up, walked around the coffee table, and sat down  on the floor in
front of the sofa. She lifted my right foot into her lap and  began to rub
it. "You have great legs!" She paused and smiled. "Do you remember  when you
were driving me to school?" I nodded and she continued, "Do you  remember
how short my uniform skirts were where I was a sophomore?" I nodded  again
and she smiled. "Well, it was all for you. I hoped every day that you'd
reach over and put your hand on my knee and then  ......"
I laughed, a little nervously, and said, "I thought the  same thing about
you back then - that you had great legs, I  mean."
She grinned. "So, you didn't want to do it with me back  then?"
I blushed. "God, no! I don't know if I want to do  it with you now. But I
did used to bet with myself about what color panties  you'd be wearing."
It was her turn to blush. "I guess I was pretty  shameless. I remember that
you came to some of my soccer games. I always played  better when you were
there." She continued to rub my foot in silence for a few  seconds. "Now,
do you want me to fix your laptop?"
I nodded. "Of course. Are you going to blackmail me into  taking my clothes
off?"
She grinned. "Of course."
She got up and went back around the coffee table and sat  down. I sighed
and unsnapped my bra. She watched, silently, as I stripped my  shorts and
panties off. Then she patted the floor beside her. "Come here and sit  next to
me."
I walked around the table and sat down next to her. I was  scared and
excited. Other women saw me nude at the health club all the time but  this was a
totally different situation. I sat beside her, crosslegged, my knee
touching hers, while she worked her magic. When she rebooted the system I held  my
breath. She put her hand on my shoulder. "Cross your fingers, Laura." As
she  spoke her hand casually moved across to my neck. She squeezed gently and
then  began to rub my neck absentmindedly. I felt a jolt of excitement shoot
through  my body. Nothing turns me on more, or quicker, than having my neck
 rubbed.
I moaned and my head drooped forward a little. Julie  giggled. "You like
this, hmmm?"
"Oh, God yes! It feels so good." My voice was barely a  whisper but she
heard me.
"I learned a lot this year." She continued to rub my  neck. "I learned
that I have to go after what I want. I also learned that I love  dominating
another woman. My roommate was a cute, shy little bitch from  Long Island. I
used to keep her on her knees  for hours.  She had a very strong  tongue. And
she cried so nicely when I spanked  her."
She paused and glanced at me. "Are you going to cry when  I spank you?"
I dropped my eyes and whispered, "I don't know. I've  never been spanked."

"Look at me." When I turned to look at her she slapped  me. "The proper
way to address me is Mistress. Or Ms. Harmon. Do you  understand?"
I stared at her in silence for several seconds, my cheek  stinging from the
slap. Then I dropped my eyes and whispered, "Yes,  Mistress.  I  understand.
"
"When is Arthur coming  back?"
I thought about it for a moment. It was Tuesday. I  expected him back
Sunday. When I told her she smiled. "Good, then I can put some  welts on your
butt and they'll be gone by the time he gets  home."
Welts? I shivered and she chuckled. "We're going to have  fun!"
The laptop finished booting and everything was fine. I  mentioned that I
had a report to finish and she said, "Fine, go ahead and work  on it. Just don'
t get dressed." I went and got the power supply and plugged it  in. Then I
began working on my report. Julie went into the kitchen and made a  pot of
coffee. I worked steadily for more than an hour, conscious every minute  of
the fact that I was nude and Julie was watching.
When I finished she told me she wanted me on my knees in  front of the
sofa. When I was positioned to her liking - back straight, ankles  crossed,
knees spread, hands clasped on top of my head - she fondled my small,  firm
tits. I sighed as she teased my nipples erect with her thumbs. Then,  squeezing
my tits gently, she asked what I wanted first. "Do you want to be  spanked
or do you want to eat pussy?"
I sighed. Some choice! "Please, I'd rather be spanked  first, mistress."
She released my tits. "Good choice. Go and get one of  Arthur's belts."
I got up and walked out of the room. As I crossed the  bedroom I glanced
into the mirror and saw my tits bouncing gently with each  step. I had to
admit that I looked pretty good nude. I run every day and work  out regularly so
my body is tight and firm. I brought the belt back and she took  me across
her lap and spanked me. But she just used her hand. I guess sending me  for
the belt was a test to see if I'd obey. She did a good enough job with her
hand, believe me! My butt was red and sore when she finally listened to my
pleas  for mercy.  She rubbed my back  gently while I lay across her lap
sobbing.
I was still crying when she slipped her hand between my  legs and ran the
tip of her finger down my wet slit. I wiggled and whispered,  "Oh, GOD!"
She chuckled. "Want me to  stop?"
I shook my head frantically. "No! I mean, please no,  mistress."
She slapped my butt. "Nice recovery,  slave."
I crossed my arms on the sofa cushion and rested my head  on them, staring
blindly at the pattern in the upholstery while she masturbated  me to
orgasm. It was nice, not the best I'd ever experienced, but nice. Then she  patted
my back and said, "Get down on your knees."
I slipped off her lap and got down on my knees. She got  up and began to
undress. I watched, admiring her body was it was revealed to  me.  Her tits
are bigger than mine,  a good, full c-cup and nicely shaped.  Her belly is
flat, her butt high and tight, and she has long, sleek  thighs. I was surprised
by her complete lack of pubic hair. Her vulva was as  bare as young girl's.
She grinned when I mentioned it and said, "Laser  treatments. Expensive but
worth every penny." Her left nipple was pierced and  fitted with a delicate
gold ring. She also had a ring through her clit hood, a  smaller one made
of stainless steel.
She sat down and eased forward, spreading her legs,  making herself
completely accessible. I put my hands on her thighs, marveling at  how soft and
smooth her skin was. I rubbed her thighs for a moment, stalling,  and then bent
and planted a kiss on her right knee, then her left knee. I worked  my way
up her soft, inner thighs, kissing and licking her velvet skin. By the  time
I worked my way close to her pussy she was wet and ready. I inhaled the
scent of an aroused woman for the first time in my life and found that I liked
 it. Liked it a lot!
I ran my tongue up her slit, enjoying her moan of  pleasure. I teased her
with my tongue, enjoying the power it gave me. I pushed  my tongue into her
wet cunt and lapped her pussy juice like a kitten laps milk  from a saucer.
It was my first time performing cunnilingus so I probably wasn't  very good
but I was able to bring her to orgasm in about five minutes. When she  came I
sat back on my heels and stared at her cunt. I'd never examined myself
closely so I was fascinated by hers. It was all shades of pink from very light
pink, to darker pink/beige on her inner labia, to deep red inside her
vagina. It  was, I realized, a very pretty cunt. Her anus was little beige
rosette,  contrasting nicely with the pale, perfect skin surrounding  it.
I glanced up at her and saw her staring back with a lazy  smile on her
face, her eyes heavy and hooded. Impulsively I reached out and  touched her anus
with the tip of my finger, just grazing it with my fingernail.  She
whimpered and it was obvious that she enjoyed being touched there. I did it  again.
Her eyes closed as she whimpered again. A stray thought crossed my mind,
how had she learned so much in barely ten months away from home? I continued
to  stimulate her anus while I thought about it. Hadn't her mother mentioned
 something about a mix up in room assignments? I leaned close and touched
her  anus with the tip of my tongue. I wondered how she'd react if I used my
vibrator  there. Then I remembered. Her mother had been worried because
Julie had been put  in a room with an older girl, a junior.
I reached up and slipped my little finger though her  nipple ring. I gave
it a little tug and her eyes flew open. "Owww! What the hell  are you doing?"

I smiled. "I'm turning the tables on a lying slut. Who  spent hours on her
knees? Hmmm?" Her anger turned to shock. I tugged on the ring  again. "
Answer me, slut."
She winced and whispered, "Me, it was  me!"
I grinned. "So, you're not dominant. You're a fake. A  submissive slut who
tried to put one over on me."
She nodded. "Yes."
I tugged on the ring. "Yes,  what?"
Her eyes widened. "Yes,  mistress."
"That's better. Suddenly I like this game a whole lot  more. It's
definitely nicer on the D side of D/s. Wouldn't you  say?"
She nodded. "Yes, mistress."
I stood up and tugged on the ring. She got to her feet  and I slapped her
hard. Once, twice, three times. She took it without  resistance.  "Where are
your  parents?"
She had tears streaming down her cheeks. "At the  Cape. They went up for
the week. They just  opened the cottage for the season."
I grinned. "How nice! Then there's nobody home to notice  the welts I'm
going to put on your cute ass." She stared at me in silence while  I decided
what to do. "Go call your parents. Tell them you're going to stay with  me
because Arthur's away too. Then get your ass back in here so I can whip  it."

She scampered into the kitchen, her full tits bouncing  nicely as she ran.
I followed and leaned against the wall, stroking her fine  little butt while
she talked to her mother. After a couple of minutes she held  the phone
out. "Mom wants to talk to you."
I took the phone and said, "Hi,  Kate."
"Hi, Laura. I wanted to make sure it's okay if Julie  stays with you.
I don't want her to impose."
I tweaked Julie's nipples. "She's not imposing. It'll be  fun having her
here."
I heard a chuckle. "Fun? Okay, if you say so. But if she  gets out of line
you have my permission to turn her over your knee and paddle  her."
I laughed. "I won't hesitate a bit." We continued  chatting for a few
minutes. When I hung up I grinned and said, "Your mom told me  not to hesitate
to paddle your butt if you get out of line. Imagine  that!"
She smiled weakly and moaned when I pinched her pert,  pink nipples.
I stepped close and kissed her on the tip of her nose.  "Be good.  You're
my slave  now. My bitch. My slut. My cute little fuck slut." I slapped her
again, enjoying  her whimper of pain. "Down on your knees, whore."
She dropped to her knees and gazed up at me with tears in  her eyes.
"I'm not a whore!"
"Defiance? Your ass will pay for that!" I  slapped her again.
"You'll whore if I decide that's what I want. I'll put  your cute little
butt out on Jefferson Avenue and you'll peddle it to  anyone who can pay the
price. What do you say to  that?"
She lowered her eyes and blubbered, "Please, don't make  me prostitute
myself. Please!"
I felt a surge of power that unleashed the cruel streak  deep inside me. "
Get up and get your ass home and change. I want you back here  in something
suitable for a street whore. You have ten  minutes."
She got up and ran into the living room. Within a minute  she was dressed
and out the door. I put my clothes on and waited. I was pretty  sure I wouldn'
t see her again that night. But in ten minutes she was back at the  front
door. She was wearing an impossible short mini skirt, black leather, with  a
matching vest and a pair of strappy sandals with 3" heels. The sandals made
her slim, coltish legs look longer. She wore nothing under the vest, which
was  fastened in the front with a rawhide thong. The gap made it clear that
she was  braless. I smiled as I stepped back to let her inside. "Are you
wearing anything  under your skirt?"
She shook her head. "No, mistress." She licked her lips  nervously.
"Are you really going to make me sell  myself?"
I chuckled. "I should. You brought this all on yourself,  didn't you?"
She nodded. "Yes, mistress."
"Let's go for a ride. I'll decide later if I want you to  whore for me."
She followed me out to the car in silence. As we pulled out of  the driveway
I saw tears on her cheeks. "Are you regretting what you've gotten
yourself into?"
She shook her head. "No, mistress. I want to be a  slave. I've wanted it
since I was twelve or thirteen." She lapsed into silence  for several minutes
before continuing. "When I got to school last fall and met  Robin I was
very unhappy. But then one night I came back from a party drunk. She  hauled my
ass down to the bathroom, stripped me naked, and pushed me under a  cold
shower. I cursed and fought until she slapped me and told me to behave
myself. After five minutes or so she pulled me out, dried me off, and took me
back to the room.  Then she spanked  me until I was sobbing like a baby. Nobody
heard over the blast of music coming  from nearly every room."
She paused and blew her nose. "Then she took me to bed  and drove me crazy
with her fingers and her tongue. But what I liked most was  the fact that
she cared about me. Nobody ever has, not really. Mom and dad say  they do but
they don't. Not really. I started drinking when I was thirteen and  they
never noticed. Robin stopped it cold. If I even looked at glass of beer she
beat my ass until I was black-and-blue. But that's over  now."
I put my hand on her knee and squeezed gently.  "Why?"
She began to blubber again. "She's dead! She was killed  when her car slid
off the road during an ice  storm."
I patted her knee. "You  poor............."
She cut me off, her anger flaring like a brush fire.  "Don't sympathize
with me! I don't need sympathy. I need someone to care about  me. Someone to
tell me what to do. Someone strong." She turned toward me with an  anguished
look on her face. "I don't know what to do! I never have. Mom used to  tell
me but then she went to work when I went into high school. So, no sympathy.
 Please!"
I slapped her, a backhanded blow that caught her right  across her mouth,
splitting her lip. She wiped the first trickle of blood off on  her hand and
stared at it for a moment. Then she smiled and whispered, "Thank  you,
mistress."
I turned on to Jefferson  and slowed down. A look of fear flitted across
her face. "Are you really going  to make me sell my ass on the street?"
I stroked her thigh. "Are you a  whore?"
She closed her eyes and shivered. "Yes. I'm a whore. Your  whore."
I smiled. "Good. We understand each other." I sped up a  little and turned
off Jefferson, headed for the  highway. I glanced at Julie.  She  was
slumped in her seat, turned toward me as much as possible with her seat belt  on,
her eyes closed. Her vest was open and her skirt was as high as possible.
She might as well have been naked. I stroked her thigh. "Just don't forget.
 Jefferson will always be  there."
She nodded, her eyes still closed. "No, mistress, I won't  forget."
She opened her eyes, "Please, mistress, can I ask for a  favor?"
I nodded. "Go ahead."
"Please take me home and whip me. Whip me hard. I want  welts from my
shoulders to my thighs. Please! I want welts on my belly and tits.  I want to be
gagged so I can scream and scream and know that you won't hear me  beg for
mercy. I want to be whipped between my legs. I want to scream until my
throat is raw."
I granted her wish. I hung her by her wrists from a  strong beam in the
family room, her toes just touching the floor. I gagged her  with a damp
washcloth and a strip of duct tape. Then I whipped her until my arm  was tired.
She danced on her toes and screamed into the gag.  I saw her eyes rolling and
knew she was  begging between screams.  Begging  for mercy that she knew she
wouldn't get. Then I let her down and whipped her  between her legs until
she fainted. I carried her into the bathroom, revived her  with cold water,
and left her on her knees in the corner, her hands clasped on  top of her
head, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed in  pain.
She woke me at 3:00 a.m. when she crept into bed with me.  She didn't know
I was awake. I heard her whisper, "Thank you, mistress." The she  curled up
next to me and went to sleep. I waited until she was asleep before I  put
the covers over her.
The next morning I woke to the smell of freshly brewed  coffee. I put on a
robe and went down to the kitchen. Julie, wearing just an  apron, was mixing
pancake batter. She smiled and kissed me, then poured a cup of  coffee for
me. I sat down and took a sip. It was delicious.  The welts I'd inflicted
were very  visible against her fair skin. I felt a sudden surge of guilt that
I worked hard  to suppress. I took another sip of coffee. "We're fucked!
Those welts won't fade  for ten days, if then."
She shrugged, which made her tits bounce nicely. "I'll  stay covered up
until they're gone. Shouldn't be a problem." There was a slight  pause before
she added, "Mistress." A moment later she asked, "What else can we  do,
mistress?"
I smiled. "We can leave. I can work from Amherst. I do most of my  work at
home or on the road."
She stopped and stared. "Really? You'd leave  Arthur?"
I nodded. "Arthur's already informed me he's going home  to Australia.
There's nothing to keep me  in Pittsfield.  Besides, I like having a pretty
little slave to cook and clean for me. I've  always thought women should be
allowed to have wives to do that kind of shit for  them." I cleared my throat. "
Now get that damn apron off! Who gave you  permission to wear anything?"
She tore the apron off. "Nobody, mistress." She sounded  scared but she
was grinning.
I patted my lap. "Put that cute little ass right here."  She scampered
across the room and sat down cautiously." She slipped her arm  around my
shoulders and I stroked her breasts, belly, and thighs while she  practically
purred with pleasure. "What about your  parents?"
She sighed. "I'll call them. I don't think they'll object  to me leaving.
They hinted that staying at school over the summer would have  been
acceptable."
I kissed her on the cheek. "Good. It's decided then.  We'll drive over to
Amherst this afternoon and go house hunting. We  can be out of here in a few
days."
She tuned, slipping her arms around my neck, straddling  my right thigh.
She pressed her cunt against my leg and I smiled. She was wet.  "Really, you
mean it?"
"Of course I mean it. Now rub yourself against me like a  good little slut."

She began rocking back-and-forth, rubbing her cunt  against my thigh.
After a minute or two her eyelids drooped and her mouth  went slack.  She
began to moan and  rubbed faster and harder. She came with a sigh and rested
her forehead against  my shoulder. "I am a slut but that was sooo nice."
I gave her a light slap on her left tit. "Get your ass in  gear and finish
cooking. Then go and bring back an outfit to wear while I  shower. Do you
still have your old uniforms?"
She nodded, smiling. "Yes, all nicely ironed and hanging  in my closet. I
take it you want me to look like a schoolgirl,  mistress?"
I kissed her. "Yes, but a naughty school girl. No bra, no  panties, and
showing lots of thigh. I want people to see the welts I put on you  last night."

She giggled and stood up, leaving a wet streak on my  thigh. I pointed. "
Clean it. With your tongue." She dropped to her knees and  licked her juices
off my thigh like a good little  slavegirl.
We left for Amherst shortly before 11:30. I'd emailed my  report and taken
the day off. Julie was wearing a variation of her old  schoolgirl uniform.
Instead of a long-sleeved shirt she was wearing a cotton  tank top that
buttoned down the front with a long row of tiny black buttons. It  was short,
leaving two inches of tanned belly showing. Her skirt was blue plaid,  one of
her old uniform skirts, but it had been shorted to show off a good eight
inches of her smooth firm thighs. A pair of white kneesocks and black loafers
completed the outfit. Her pert little nipples were doing their best to poke
holes in the thin cotton. I shook my head, smiling. "I hope you brought
some id.  I'd hate to have to convince a skeptical state trooper than you're
nineteen, not  fifteen."
She grinned. "No problem. I've got my driver's license  tucked into my
pocket." She patted her skirt.
We hit the road and soon were headed east on the Mass  Pike. She unbuttoned
her top well below her breasts and her skirt was riding  high. The virginal
schoolgirl had been replaced by a pretty slut.  Make that a beautiful slut.
I suspended  the rules and let her call me Laura for the afternoon. I didn'
t want her making  a slip and call me Mistress in front of a stranger.
"Laura, are you sure you can afford a house? Amherst is  expensive."
I stroked her thigh and chuckled. "Money is the least of  our problems. My
grandmother had more money than God and she left it all to me.  Made my
father very angry."
We found a real estate agency and while I parked Julie  was buttoning her
top. She looked demure and virginal when we got out of the  car.  The welts
on her thighs were  clearly visible and I noticed the real estate agent
looking at them as I  introduced myself. "This is Julie, she's my ward." The
woman smiled and shook my  hand, glancing pointedly at Julie's thighs. "I had
to spank her last night. She  got into my liquor cabinet and got drunk."
Julie nodded and smiled and the woman shrugged. "What  price range are you
looking for?"
The last of her suspicions vanished when I smiled and  saId, "Oh, anything
up to a million." We headed out and found a place within an  hour. The
asking price was $850,000. I wrote out a check on my private account  for
$90,000. "Tell the owners I'll pay $900,000 if they can close by  Friday."
We went back to Pittsfield and Julie called her parents from  her house.
They argued but legally Julie was an adult and there was nothing they  could
do. In the end they decided to cut her off completely, not that it  mattered.
I wrote a note for Arthur and promised to split my trust fund with  him. He
didn't know the real story. He though gram had left me a small trust  fund,
just $50,000.  He was happy to  take $25,000 back to Australia with  him.
Julie and I moved to Amherst. She's a senior now and we've been very
happy. I've never again beaten her with anything that would leave welts.
But  I've supervised her closely and she's gotten what she craves - lots of
pain and  lots of mind-blowing sex.

The End