First Meeting Ch. 02

When I returned to the living room, Brenda was just hanging up her phone. She told me she had been talking with Mary and told her about my dishonesty. "We will discuss how we want to handle the situation later." she said simply.

Then she stepped to a table on the side and picked up a small device and put it into a cabinet. She told me it was a wireless camera used to record and transmit videos directly to her cell phone and computer. She told me she was "collecting a very nice album of pictures and videos to chronicle our adventures." I cringed.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked plaintively. "I was only going to play a few days with Mary."

"That may be. But then you fell into MY hands." Brenda answered. "And I am finding you a little more interesting than the average subbie."

I was allowed to lay on my stomach on the sofa for the next few hours. I was in complete misery as my butt and upper thighs still burned. I was given permission to open my lap top browser and check messages while I lay there. I wanted to see if there was any new information from the transition team about my company. The attorney had told me that the stock price was up. I knew that if it remained up when the final lock in price was established, I would stand to make several hundred thousand to a million more dollars than I had anticipated. Messages indicated that the final papers were due to be signed within a few hours. Despite my pain, I was happy with that news.

Brenda was looking over some managerial reports for her own business interests. That much she told me. She did not tell me what other interests she had outside of the hotel. Of course when she asked me what I was doing I started to tell her every detail. She laughed at my quick answer. She told me that business dealings were not anybody else's concern and I did not need to be so specific. What had angered her was my avoidance of letting her know I did not have to go home at the end of the week like I had previously implied. Those details affected her.

She told me to get dressed so we could go out.. After we returned from lunch, we sat in the bar and over a few drinks, we talked about my plans for my retirement home in the country. She was a city girl and thought "living in the woods" was a novelty. Once again I saw her as a smart and lovely woman with a keen sense of humor. Lovely under other circumstances. My sore ass, both inside and out, reminded me of her dominant side.

We were on our third round when the lawyer we had met before from the transition team entered the bar. Seeing me, he came over. "I was going to call you with the news..." He hesitated, looking at Brenda. I told him he could go ahead and speak. "We signed the final papers about an hour ago." he said with a big smile. "And the stock was at a high point when the transaction went through. I am not sure how much extra you made when we locked but I do know it was more than we expected. I am going to make a pretty good profit as well with the extra commission. Okay, I am buying the drinks. I'm even going to take over the tab you guys have." He added, grinning. Brenda thanked him and said she really did not want another drink.

"But you two sit here and have a few more to celebrate." Brenda said with a smile. "I need to check on the desk clerk. She is relatively new so I have been helping her the past few days because of the workload. We had one conference end and another begin the same day. Those days are always hectic, Plus I have a couple other matters that need my attention.." The attorney smiled at her and said how he was happy to meet her as she bid us goodbye.

An hour later, I parted company with the attorney and entered the lobby. I was certainly feeling the liquor I had consumed. I had a definite buzz that I really noticed once I got on my feet and begin walking.

I walked in the general direction of the reception desk. I thought I would stop there to see if Brenda was occupied. The only thing I now had in my possession was the key card to my room. Everything else was in her apartment. Unless I wanted to go to my room and watch television, which held no interest, I had nothing to do.

I did not see Brenda behind the desk so I sat in an armchair where I could keep an eye out for her and watch people in the lobby at the same time. I saw Beth walk through the front doors. She was carrying the blazer she had been wearing this morning. Her satchel hung over her shoulder. I surmised her driver had just dropped her off. She saw me and came over to where I was sitting. "Hi, John." she said quietly. "What are you doing out here?"

"Waiting on your aunt." I answered. "She said she was going to check on the desk clerk and take care of a few things. I just thought I would sit out here for a while."

"Oh, yeah. I know. I texted her on my way home." Beth replied. "She said she was on hold with the airlines. She is making some reservation changes." I knew what that was about but did not say anything. Brenda was changing my flight home to Monday. She had already taken all my personal effects away from me.

"You looked tired when you entered." I observed." Rough day at school?"

"Nope, I had to stay up a little late last night to finish my essay." she said. "I was pretty busy all afternoon and evening yesterday. I'm sure you remember that." she added, grinning. I could feel myself blush. She had been writing on her tablet while I knelt on the bathroom floor, on elbows and knees with a tube up my ass, belly distended from the enema.

I had never endured an enema as intense as like that. My whole previous experience had been limited to a bowel prep for a colonoscopy and the little disposable enema and following wash outs Mary had ordered my first afternoon here, which I realized with a start, was only two days ago. It felt like a week had passed.

"Why don't you come with me?" Beth said."I want to get changed and put my stuff away."

"I don't think that is a good idea." I said simply. "I think I should stay here and wait for Brenda."

"What did you say?" Beth asked, leaning forward. "I don't think you heard me right. I was not asking. I was telling." she added, sternly. I sat there a few heartbeats until I saw her begin to frown. I knew she was getting angry and although I did not see anybody who might recognize me, I certainly did not want a confrontation in the hotel lobby. I got to my feet.

I tried again, lowering my voice so it was barely audible. "Beth, I don't think this..." That was as far as I got before she cut me off.

"You don't think what?...Have you been DRINKING?" she asked, sniffing a bit, her voice rising slightly. "Does my aunt know?" I nodded.

"Brenda and I had some together. She gave me permission to have a few more with a business acquaintance." I mentally chastised myself for the second line. I did not feel like explaining my actions to ANY kid despite her position. And I considered an eighteen year old a kid even though I was not going to say that out loud.

"Alright, I will let that pass then. But when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it WITHOUT comment." she hissed. "Follow me, NOW!" She turned on her heel and walked several paces before stopping and turning to see if I was following. I decided I better comply. Her expression suggested she would not hesitate to do something that would humiliate me right there in the lobby. I stepped forward.

She took off at a swift pace, her walk stiff. I could tell she was angry and likely getting more angry with each step. I followed. Soon we reached the corridor that lead to Brenda's apartment. "Wait for me by Brenda's door. I won't be long." she ordered.

I took the few minutes I had alone to think about my options and what I wanted to say. I had not thought it all through earlier. I knew I should have brought up the subject of Beth's continued role with Brenda. I estimated I had waited about ten minutes when I saw Beth emerge from a doorway down the corridor. She had changed her clothes, now wearing shorts and a casual top. She popped the top on the soda in her hand and took a sip as she walked.

"Good. I see you are standing where I told you to be."she said. She unlocked Brenda's and told me to come inside.

She walked into the living room and sat on the couch pointing to a spot next to her. "Now what is this about not being a good idea? Obeying me when I tell you to do something? I thought we had established that yesterday. Do I have to remind you what happened?" I shook my head.

"No Beth, I am fully aware and I am ashamed of it. It was wrong." I said in a very reasonable voice. "I should never have let it happen. I know you understand about my play with Mary and Brenda, but you should never have become involved. Not at your age." She sipped her soda silently and let me continue. "This morning, you caught me by surprise. I was, well, off balance... I still am very sore. My body cannot take any more. Brenda has allowed me to rest today. But as far as you are concerned, well, you simply cannot take part in this play in any way. Not anymore. You are only eighteen." I stammered a bit at the last part of this and silently chastised myself for being weak.

Beth smiled looking at something across the room. I turned to see what caught her eye and saw the chair Brenda had tied me to this morning. The bonds were still in place with the paddle resting on the seat. "I see my aunt has her toys out and I am guessing she beat your butt. I bet you ARE pretty sore." I nodded and felt myself blush.

"I am overwhelmed right now." I said. "I had only played online before this. I have been put through a ringer since I arrived. This is simply too much. I need to have a private talk with your aunt and Mary to tone things down a bit."

Beth smiled slightly, "Finished? My turn to speak. You can nod or shake your head but nothing else. I listened to you without saying anything so not a word, ok?" I started to say yes, but she held up one finger to silence me. She walked to the cabinet where Brenda had stored the camera earlier. I began to object and she said she wanted to get this on camera to go over later with Brenda. She did something on her phone, adjusted the camera, and sat back down.

"Okay. First, did you touch me in any way, yesterday?" I shook my head. "So we had no sexual contact, right?" I paused to think how to answer that one.. "By that I mean I touched your body all over, even your sexual organs, but what I did was something you might pay for at a spa if you got a full body wax. And the enemas, well that was intensive but still nothing more than a nurse might do." I sat back and thought no nurse would have been that invasive or have me assume the degrading position she had.

"Now I admit, when I lubed up your backdoor, I pushed the limits of a standard prep." No kidding, I thought. " But did I actively stimulate your prostate?" I shook my head."Did I jerk you off? Oh excuse me, masturbate you?" again a head shake.

"So, no sex between us. Nothing illegal even if I was younger. And I AM of legal age." she looked at me and grinned. "Now let us look at the other differences. It can't be that I am female. You do not submit to men do you?"

"Hell no!" I blurted. Beth told me to remember to be silent. I shook my head.

"So you are submissive to women. Ok...You see the bulges in my shirt. And what is between my legs?" I sat silently as she answered her own question. "a pussy. Just like Brenda and Mary. You have not seen it, but you know it is there." She sat smiling. for a few beats.

"Your SOLE argument is that I am a teenager. Yet you have no good reason why that is a valid argument. You submitted to me yesterday. You did as you were told. I established the superior position in relation to you and you accepted it. Do you think I am now INCOMPETENT to lead you? To tell you what to do?" My mouth was open but nothing came out. I had no way to argue except I did not want this girl to boss me around. " Now I want you to explain why things should change."

"I don't want to continue. I don't want to submit and let you give me orders." I said. "I have to draw a line as this is play among adults. UHH older adults" I added.

Beth grinned and snickered. "OH?.. Do you still think of this as PLAY? Do you think Stuart thinks of his submission to me as play? Do you think Stuart even wants to submit to me? He is my stepfather. I know he hates it. But if I tell him to drop his pants and get across my lap for a spanking, he does it immediately."

Beth took both my hands and held them in hers as she looked me in the eye and said. "I know you are feeling bad. Your ego is telling you to man-up and take back control. But guess what? You are a little boy now as far as your authority goes. It matches your little hairless pecker and balls. This is not play. It is a lifestyle. I am in charge. I know it and you know it."

Beth stood up. "I have to go pee. When I come back, I expect you to be naked. If not, I don't want to see you at all. I will let Brenda handle you. It is your choice."

I was not naked when Beth came out of the bathroom. I was not even in the apartment. As soon she as she had disappeared, I walked out the door. I thought better of my actions just as the door closed behind me, but it was too late. I knew none of my options were good..

I really did not want to relinquish control to her. but was now thinking I might not have much choice. She wanted and expected control, not sexual use of my body. What would Mary and Brenda say? They had some major incriminating evidence against me. I pulled out my phone to call Brenda. She answered on the third ring. I began to explain to her what happened when the door behind me opened. I spun around and felt the heat rise to my face.

"You didn't get far." Beth said smugly. "Second thoughts about running away? Are you talking to my aunt?" I nodded. She held out her hand for my phone. I hesitated a second and she snapped her finger and held out her hand again. I passed my cell across.

"Hello, it's me. Yeah, I found him in the lobby when I got home from school and brought him back to your apartment. He tried to man up. Yeah refused to do what I say. No, no I can handle this. No reason for you to get involved. When are you coming back? Ok. no problem, see you then." She smiled at me and then held the hand holding the phone out to her left. My gaze followed her sudden movement and the left side of my face blazed when she slapped me with her right hand.

"Now let's continue our discussion from before." she said with a slight smile. "Who is in charge? I want to hear you say it." I realized Brenda had offered to come help Beth control me. I knew immediately that would be VERY bad for me.

"You are in charge, Beth." I said quietly, unbidden tears in my eyes. She made me repeat that statement three times.

"Good, drop your pants and underwear to your ankles." she ordered, an even expression on her face.

"Here? In the hall?" I asked. I remembered her mentioning security cameras in the hallway by the offices but did not know if that included this section of hall.

Her face clouded and she raised her right hand, "Do you need another slap or two as a reminder?" she asked. I shook my head and and unfastened my pants and pushed them with my underwear down to my knees. They fell the rest of the way to my ankles. I looked down the corridor to make sure it was empty.

Beth grabbed my ear and twisted then pulled it down, bending me over at the waist. Once I assumed the position she wanted, bent over with hands held behind my back, she lead me into the apartment. "Oh shit, oh shit, of shit!" I muttered in pain as she marched me along.

I found it is very difficulty to maintain your balance and walk hobbled with pants, hands behind your back and bent over. She kicked the door shut. She did not turn my ear loose until we reached the center of the living room. "Naked. NOW!" she ordered.

I folded my clothes and turned to find she had moved the chair with the straps still attached further into the open area, her intentions clear. "Oh fuck, No please." I begged. "My ass is so sore from earlier."

"Obviously, not enough to teach you to obey. You need a little reminder." she said. I noticed that except for the few times she was upset, everything she said was in a quiet conversational voice like whatever she said was the most normal thing in the world.

I laid over the chair and she quickly fastened me in place. She squatted down and, holding me by the chin so I would look directly into her eyes, she began to lecture me. "You have a bad attitude. You can't seem to accept my orders without running your mouth. Begging is fine. Cursing is not. We will address all that shortly. For the attitude, I am going to blister your butt. For the cursing, I am going to wash your mouth out. And you are full of crap with your whole macho, 'I am an adult male and you are just a little girl' attitude.

"I am going to purge you again, from top to bottom. You won't have a bit of crap in you, real or metaphorical, by the time I finish." she offered. She stood and stepped out of my field of vision. Without warning she lashed my bottom with her paddle.

I screamed. There was no attempt to try to be stoic. By butt burned. Brenda had blistered it earlier and it was so sensitive, the first blast set it on fire. Even if I had not been freshly spanked, I could not have lasted long under this kind of assault. Beth could swing a paddle. She paused after only three swats.

I realized she was getting a towel as one appeared under my face. Then she continued the spanking. No lecture, no words to punctuate the punishment I was receiving and no counting, at least out loud. I certainly made no attempt to count, not even mentally. I was far too busy trying to breathe. I screamed, I bawled. I tried begging but could not form words.

Beth left me strapped in place until I regained my composure. When she finally let me stand, I started to apologize. I knew I could not take another beating like that. She hushed me. "I gave you twenty five. That is enough for now, unless of course you just can't figure out how to behave and do what you are told. Open."

I opened my mouth and she held up a little square of soap. My eyes got wide. Beth warned me with a http://www.articleted.com/article/166112/27120/I-used-to-have-an-attitude-problem.

simple 'AHH!" She had cut a piece of hotel soap. She popped it into my mouth. "When it softens enough, I want you to chew it up. No drooling. If I see any drool at all I will use a second piece. I don't care if you hold it in your mouth or swallow, but no drooling or spitting."

Beth opened a cabinet and pulled out the enema kit. I almost started crying again. I began to make a few mewling sounds which made her grin. "Begging won't work. I told you I was going to purge you of your metaphoric crap. No dignity. I am going to repeat what I did yesterday and MORE. When I finish, you will be a compliant little boy."

She kept her word. I was weak and slightly nauseated when she finally decided she had flushed me out enough to teach me a lesson. My lower bowel ached. My stomach burned.

"Is the soap all gone yet?" She asked when she finally offered to let me shower. I nodded. "I knew you could not hold it in your mouth that long. Nobody can. They have to swallow sooner or later. Don't worry. It is not toxic. It is formulated to be safe in case some kid eats a little. Oh, it is probably going to tear your guts up. It gives most people diarrhea. So fair warning, Do not curse or you will get a repeat, understood?" I nodded. "Yes ma'am," I said softly.

Brenda arrived a short time later. Beth had the supplies put away. I was on my hands and knees wiping down all bathroom surfaces making sure they sparkled. Beth gave Brenda a quick explanation of events and said she needed to get a little homework done and then meet her Mom for dinner.

First Meeting Ch. 02

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