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