The knock on the door was the sound I had been waiting for. I opened the door to the suite that I keep in the hotel on a full time basis for just this purpose. Aline was standing there, held in place by two matrons from the remote jail in the basement four levels down.

Aline is obviously frightened, as well she should be. A week ago, she had been a young, beautiful assistant at the bank at which I am the president. Four days ago, she had been arrested for possession of two kilos of cocaine found in the trunk of her car. The next day she was sentenced to death, and assigned to me as property to "dispense with as you will". She received 2 days of preparation, including: the complete shaving of her pubic area, detailed physical exam, a series of videos explaining in graphic detail the types of punishment she was likely to receive. This was followed by another series of videos, also explaining in graphic detail how various types of sex are best performed by young girls. Finally, there were hours of personal counseling by a female counselor on how to best behave, in order to survive as property.

Now she stood in front of me trying not to tremble too much. I thanked the matrons, and let them go, telling them that I would call them if I needed them. I brought Aline into the suite and gently put my hand to the side of her face, slowly kissing her on the lips. "Please come in", I said. To which she timidly replied "Thank you Sir." Obviously, some of the preparation had gotten through. She was so beautiful- all of 5'1"- maybe 102 lbs. Blonde hair to the middle of her back. Blue eyes. Dressed tastefully in a black pants suit, with black sandals. I led her through the suite, through the sitting area, and the mirrored bedroom, into the "special room" equipped with the judicial bench, complete with straps that would secure her legs, arms, and torso tightly into place. Her immediate fear of the bench told me that she had seen a couple of videos of sessions with girls that had needed attention on it. Three feet from the bench was a long table upon which were a number of different sizes of paddles, canes, and straps. Her reaction to these also said that she had seen them on the videos.

I told her softly, "I show you this first, so that you don't have any questions about what can and will probably happen. This weekend you can spend a great deal of time in this room, or not too much time. It will depend a great deal on your performance and enthusiasm." She could barely speak. She said "Please Sir, I want to be a good girl. Please give me a chance to perform for you." I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her again gently on the lips, saying, "I intend to do exactly that."

I picked up a small rectangular paddle, about 15" long, and 3" wide from the selection on the table, took her by the hand, and led her out of the "special" room, through the bedroom, and out on the terrace. The terrace was my favorite place in this suite. It was trellised and covered with vines, so that even though it was only three floors up, and close to the street of this tropical city, so that no one on the street could see into it, even though on the terrace you could see and hear the street. The terrace was 30' long and 15' deep. There was a dining table and four chairs. I put the paddle down on the table, and led her by the hand to the rail of the terrace. She came easily into my arms and let me kiss her, leaving her mouth open for the entry of my tongue, which I did not do for the moment.

I let go of her and said, "Would you please take your shoes off for me?" She demurely nodded and stepped out of her shoes- now barefoot. I stroked the side of her head gently, and said softly," Now, would you please take your pants off?" Again she nodded and looked down, very embarrassed. She unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them, lowered them below her knees and stepped out of them. "Where should I put them Sir," she said. I motioned to the table on the other side of the terrace and said, "Why not over there?" She walked over to the table slowly while I enjoyed the sight of her perfect legs, and folded her pants and laid them on the table. She looked at me to see if I approved and I said, "You know, while you're there, why don't you take your top off also?" She looked at me and nodded again. There was a single zipper down the front of her top, which she unzipped. Still looking at the floor, she took her top off, folded it, and laid it on the table next to her pants and the paddle. She put her arms across her chest to try and hide her 34"- C-cup perfect breasts, and I said, "Put your arms down at your sides please". She answered, "Of course, Sir. I'm sorry for trying to cover up. Please don't be angry at me."

I said, "Don't worry Aline, when I'm angry you will definitely know it. Now please come over here."

She walked back and I took my time drinking in her sight, and taking her in my arms. She responded as I held her and kissed her. Again her mouth opened for my tongue, and this time it received it. At the same time, I cupped her bottom in both of my hands and squeezed and massaged it. I put my hands into the back of her panties, and as I opened her ass cheeks with my hands, I put one of my fingers into her anus up to the first knuckle. I felt her stiffen for a minute, and then force herself to relax. I knew the reports from the doctor. At 22, she was still a virgin. No one at my bank had ever been able to get past first base with her. I suspected that she had never had someone finger her in the ass before. Probably not in her pussy either. She told the counselor she had never sucked a cock before. I brought her to the table, and sat down while she stood in front of me with her breasts in my face. I cupped her ass in my hands and kissed her breasts, breathing in her cleavage. I looked at her and said, "Now are you still ready to be a good girl?" "Yes Sir", she answered softly. "Good, then take off your bra". This time she didn't hesitate. She unsnapped her bra in the front, took it off, and laid it on her pants, still standing in front of me. I drew her to me, and put her perfectly firm, and upright tits into my mouth one at a time, paying attention to each nipple. Without stopping, I took her panties down, and let her step out of them. I held her standing naked, out less than a foot in front of me. I put one of my hands between her knees. "Open your legs a little. Stand with your feet about a foot and a half apart." She did. Slowly I brought my hand up to the lips of her hairless pussy. I looked up into her face for a moment. She looked pleadingly at me for a moment, and then looked away. I rubbed my fingers on the lips of her pussy, and slowly separated them. Slowly, I put my middle finger all the way up into her cunt. She took a quick breath as I felt the ring of her hymen encircle my finger as I continued entering her. The doctor and counselor had been telling the truth! She was a complete virgin!

I looked at her face while I was fingering her, holding her by the ass with my other hand, and intermittently kissed her tits, sucking and nibbling on her nipples. "Now tell me what you're willing to do again for me?" She looked away, and then looked back at me. "I'll do anything Sir. Anything you want me to do. I just want to please you. I just want to be your property. Please don't send me to the school, Sir." In the new dictatorship, once a girl was sentenced to death, which could happen for a number of crimes, she became the property of somebody, usually a rich or powerful man. That man had the authority to kill her, which almost never happened. Usually he made her a slave and had her trained at one of the county reform schools where the girls would be trained for obedience, submission, and sexual ability. While a girl was at a school, she would be available to many men. Every man that had a girl in the school had access to all of them. The teachers had access to all of them, and there were many teachers. Some were policemen or prosecutors and judges that worked part time as reform school teachers. Some of them were quite brutal. The least a girl could expect every day would be a very hard naked spanking, followed of course, by some form of sexual submission. Aline knew all of this from the videos, and had been told by the counselor, that I, like some very wealthy men, didn't keep all my girls in the school. In point of fact, I kept as many as 10 girls of different ages in one of my homes, training them as I saw fit. This is what she was thinking, as she stood naked in front of me with her legs open, and my finger moving around in her tight little cunt. With my other hand, I slowly put my middle finger halfway up her asshole. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath. I asked her, "Is there anything you want me to teach you?" With her eyes still closed she answered, "Please Sir, Please teach me to suck your cock properly".

I answered, "Oh don't you worry about that. You'll get more instruction about that then you can imagine." I took both fingers out of her, and reached to one of the other chairs, where there were wrist cuffs and a leather collar. I quickly put them on her. I clipped the wrist cuffs together, and stood up. I picked up the paddle with one hand and stroked the side of her face with the other. She couldn't take her eyes off the paddle. "But first, I think you need to get a little understanding of what discipline feels like. I brought my hand from her face to her tits, weighing each of them in my hand, while I gave her nipples a little pinch between my thumb and forefinger. Still staring at the paddle, she said, "Please....Please ..don't...please don't hurt me." She was almost sobbing. "How much you get hurt will depend on you. I think 20 whacks here on terrace is a good start. If you beg, if you behave the way you were taught yesterday, I'll probably begin teaching you how to suck my cock afterward. But if you struggle in any way at all, I will bring you right into the special room, and you will have a very, very long morning." Her eyes filled with tears, and she said, "I'll be good Sir. I won't struggle. Please just give me 20 whacks out here." I gave her nipples one more, good pinch each, and bent her over one of the chairs, putting her cuffed hands on the seat of the chair. "Spread your legs for me again" I said, and she did. I stood next to her rubbing the paddle on her ass, as I cupped her nearest tit in my hands. I brought the paddle back and she held her breath.

WHACK!!!!!! "Owwwwww.owww one Sir. Thank you Sir." It was a pretty hard whack. A small donut began to form on her left ass cheek. WHACK!!!!!!! WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!!! WHACK!!!!!! "OWWW ..Thank you Sir. Thank you Sir. Oh please Sir, let me suck you. Please Sir, let me suck for you. I promise I'll be good! Please Sir!!!"

WHACK!!!!! WHACK!!!!WHACK!!!!! "Owwww Owwww. " Please Sir,it hurts so much!" She was sobbing. Tears were streaming out of her eyes down onto her hands, but she knew not to move. WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!!! We were already up to 10. She was still bent over the chair back, holding the seat with her hands. She sobbed profusely. I told her to take a breath. By now she had four donuts forming, on the four spots I had been paddling her. Each of her ass cheeks had a slightly red and purple donut, as did each of the backs of her upper thighs. I told her stay in that position, and not move while I went inside the suite to change into a terry cloth robe. When I returned, she had not moved . She did look up for a moment, and her eyes widened when she realized that I was now holding a 30" long paddle, which was also 3"wide. She whimpered just a little bit.. She knew better than to protest. It was still better than a long session on the bench.

I laid the big paddle onto the table next to the smaller one. My intention was to give her the last two whacks with the big paddle, and the next eight with the smaller one. I wanted her to feel the sting of the bigger one, but at the same time, I preferred to break her slowly. Leaving both paddles on the table, I stepped to her side, where she was still obediently bent over the chair back. With one hand I cupped her nearest tit, weighing and caressing it in my hand. My other hand was on her ass, between her open legs, rubbing the lips of her cunt with my middle finger, and then bringing it up between her ass cheeks to gently prod her asshole a little bit open. "Try to open it up a little bit" I said. "That's it, a little bit more, good girl." I couldn't help but admire the donuts on the perfect shape of her ass and thighs. I rubbed them slowly and quite lovingly. My cock was quite erect by now, and I was looking forward intensely to all the different ways Aline was going to express her love for me this weekend; and it was still only Friday morning!

I picked up the smaller paddle and began to rub her ass with it. She didn't sob, but immediately the tears began to fall out of her eyes. "I would like to hear 'thank you Master' after each whack, this time. Is that clear?" Her voice was just above a whisper. "Yes Master." "Also, don't ask me to let you suck again. For the rest of this paddling, if you're going to ask me anything, please ask me to use you. I want you to say, 'Please use me, Master'. Is that clear also?" She nodded, and said "Yes Master." All this time I had been rubbing her ass with the paddle, and caressing her tits with my other hand. Now I brought the paddle back very far, and put more strength into my delivery. WHACK!!!! "Thank you, Master!" WHACK!!!! "OOOOOHHHH IT HURTS! Thank you. Master!"

I said, "Speak more loudly please Aline. I want people on the street to be able to hear you as they walk by. Who knows? Maybe some of them know you, and will recognize your voice." WHACK!!!!! "THANK YOU, MASTER. OH MASTER, IT HURTS! PLEASE USE ME MASTER!!!! PLEASE USE ME NOW!!!" WHACK!!!!!! "THANK YOU MASTER!!! OH!! OHH!!! PLEASE MASTER, PLEASE, IT HURTS SO MUCH! PLEASE USE ME NOW!!!!!" WHACK!!!!!!!! "OHHHHHH PLEASE STOP FOR A LITTLE WHILE MASTER!!!! I'LL BE GOOD! PLEASE USE ME FOR A WHILE NOW! PLEASE GIVE ME THE OTHER 5 WHACKS AFTER YOU USE ME!!!"

The thought of what people passing by must be thinking just inflamed me that much more. The thought of this beautiful little virgin bent over in front of me, begging me to use her sexually any way I chose, begging to do the very things that had offended all of her delicate sensibilities just a few days earlier was nearly overwhelming, but not quite. My erection could wait a few more minutes. Her ass however, would not.

"Aline, I'm very sorry, but it's not 5 more whacks, it's 6. Remember when I asked you to say 'Thank you, Master' after each whack? I'm afraid you forgot the last one, and we're going to have to repeat it. Do you think you'll be able to remember from now on?"

"OH OH YES MASTER, I'm sorry. Please forgive me!" She was sobbing almost uncontrollably, but she knew better than to move. The punishment videos had done their job. "Of course I forgive you. Now shall we get to the last 6?" I brought my arm all the way back and aimed for the backs of her thighs. WHACK!!!!!! "OOOOHHHHHHH OOHHHH THANK YOU MASTER!!!!!! PLEASE MASTER, PLEASE USE ME MASTER." I aimed for her ass cheeks. WHACK!!!!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!! THANK YOU MASTER! OH MASTER, IT HURTS TOO MUCH. PLEASE USE ME!! PLEASE STOP AND USE ME!!!!!" I brought my arm all the way back again, and delivered another to her ass cheeks. WHACK!!!!! "OOOOOHHHHH ITHURTS!!!!! THANK YOU, MASTER!!!!! PLEASE STOP AND USE ME FOR YOUR PLEASURE MASTER!" This next one was for her thighs. WHACK!!!!! OW! OWWW! THANK YOU, MASTER! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE11 PLEASE USE ME!!!!!!!" I put the paddle down on the table, and picked up the big paddle.

"Just 2 more whacks Aline, and then I'm going to give you a chance to perform. However, I want your performance to be completely enthusiastic, so I'm going to use the big paddle for the last 2 whacks. I want to remind you what will happen if I get the slightest impression that enthusiasm lags in any way at all. Do you understand me?" She was trembling as I rubbed the bigger paddle on her ass cheeks. Her ass would be the target for the last 2. The donuts on her cheeks were now purple, perfectly round and defined. They were like 2 bulls-eyes on 2 perfectly rounded, white globes. "Yes Master." I brought my arm back, and Aline sobbed in anticipation. WHACK!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!! THANK YOU MASTER!! "Are you ready for the last one?" "YES MASTER." "Then please ask for it." "OH PLEASE MASTER, PLEASE GIVE ME THE LAST WHACK." This one would be the hardest one-----WHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "AHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OOOHHHHITHURTSSOMUCH!!!!!!! THANK YOU, MASTER!!!!!!!!! PLEASE MASTER!!! PLEASE USE ME NOW! PLEASE USE ME MASTER!"

I told her to stand up straight, and unclipped her wrists, but left the cuffs on. She was sobbing. Tears were streaming down her face, and she sobbed. I held her in my arms and gently stroked the ass that I had just beaten, an ass that had just been beaten for the first time, but not the last, not even the last time today. I stroked it and told her it was ok, I would let her perform in a second. She told me between sobs that she would be a good girl. As she stopped sobbing, I kissed her deeply with my tongue. She responded with her own tongue, and easily allowed my tongue all the way into her mouth. I continued to stroke her sore, bruised ass, occasionally paying attention to her rectum with one of my fingers. That rectum would see a great deal more attention by the end of the day. I stroked her hair with my hand, and very casually continued with the same hand to explore every part of her body; breasts, belly, pussy, legs, inner thighs. It was a very sensual, ironically loving couple of minutes. I had my usual sense of anticipation knowing that this beautiful virgin mouth that I was deeply French kissing, was about to suck it's first cock, and swallow it's first load of cum. Better yet, she knew it. I could feel her trepidation at the thought that she might throw up afterwards, coupled with her terror of what would happen if she did. Her burning ass was a perfect reminder as I stroked it. The special agony of the last two whacks burned on her ass. She had a sense of the pleasure I would derive from giving her ass a longer, deeper taste. As frightened as she might be of what cum might taste like, she was much more frightened of another paddling, especially 40 or 50 whacks with the big paddle. She would not throw up. She had seen the videos on how to suck and swallow to my taste. Other girls had done it. She could too.

I sat down on the chair she had been bent over for her paddling. I pulled her to me by her waste. She put her arms around my shoulders, with her tits in my face. I kissed them gently. I inhaled them as though there was some form of magic there. She was standing between my legs. I stroked her and said, "Get on your knees right here, please." Immediately she dropped to her knees. "Open my robe." Her hands went to the belt of my robe, undid it and opened the robe completely. Her eyes were riveted to my completely swollen cock less than a foot from her face. It was 9" long and 2" inches thick. I think she had never seen one at this range before. But she remembered the paddling and the videos. She licked her lips, and opened her mouth a little. "You know what to do now, don't you. little girl?" She nodded. "Yes Master." "Then do it." Her mouth opened more. She took my cock and balls in both hands at the base. As she leaned into my cock, I took her head in my hands, and watched as my cock disappeared into her mouth. She buried it to the back of her throat encircling it with her tongue as she sucked. This was not going to be a typical first time blow-job. The videos and the paddle had done their jobs. Slowly she went up and down, up and down. I could feel the back of her mouth, where it gets soft, on each down stroke. She kept her lips wet and sucked, and made slurping noises as she went down and then up. All the while she moved her tongue in circles around my cock. She was sucking cock as though she thought her life depended on it, as though it were the only thing in her universe. She wasn't trying to hurry my orgasm, but she knew it was eventually coming, and she awaited it, knowing that she would swallow every drop of cum. It wasn't enough for me, though. I had been through this with countless girls, and I knew exactly what I wanted before I released. Taking as much as she did, she was only getting 4 or 5 inches of my cock into her mouth. I wanted the whole thing buried repetitively. The back of her mouth was not nearly deep enough. I demanded complete entry into the small of her throat, deep into the small of her tight, little, virginal throat!

Taking her firmly by the hair, with my cock in her mouth, I said, "Take a deep breath now. That's it. Take more down now. Swallow it into the small of your throat. You know what to do. Swallow it down." She gagged for a second as she swallowed it, her throat expanded around it, and it slid another 4 inches into the tight little part her throat. She fought the gag reflex down, and overcame it as my cock slid in and out, in and out. She couldn't use her tongue at all now, but her throat massaged my cock all over, and much more than her tongue possibly could. I was completely buried in her mouth and throat. Her hands massaged my balls as the videos had instructed. They began to contract as my orgasm began to erupt. I brought her head up a little bit, with my cock buried in her mouth, but not in her throat. The first spurt shot into the back of her mouth. She tensed for a second even though she was expecting it. I felt her first gulp. I think she was afraid the second spurt would overflow her mouth if she didn't start swallowing immediately. She was terrified of that happening. So the first gulp was desperate. I could feel her thoughts and feelings as we connected. I spurted again. And she swallowed with a second gulp. I put pressure on her head letting her know that I wanted my cock back inside that tight little part of her throat, that she would need to swallow the rest of my come as it spurted in her throat. She took a quick breath and swallowed it down. I felt that wonderful popping sensation as I slid into the tight part of her throat. I spurted again and felt her gag slightly as she continued swallowing. To her it was like she was swallowing my cock and my cum together. Three more spurts. Three more swallows. In and out of her throat. In and out. My hands continued to guide her on the back of her head. One hand held her by the hair firmly. The other was at the base of her head, helping her open her throat again and again. Finally I finished coming. She kept my cock in her mouth, massaging it with her tongue. I could sense her relief, that she hadn't thrown up, and that she had swallowed everything without losing a drop of cum. I don't think she really had time to think about what it tasted like until it was over. I told her she could take my cock out of her mouth. She took a breath, and said, "Thank you Master, for using me." I took her head in my hands, kissed her lightly on the lips I had just ravished, and said, "You're very welcome. Why don't you go into the bathroom? There's a toothbrush in there for you. Brush your teeth. You don't have to keep the taste of cum in your mouth right now. You're going to have plenty of opportunities to get used to that taste, and a few other tastes. Go ahead." I gave her nipple a pinch to get her going. She hopped up, and I whacked her on her bare, bruised bottom with my hand as she hopped again, ran into the bathroom .