Lindsay Learns Her Lesson
This one was a little hard to categorize. It has BDSM, anal, incest, a threesome and a twelve year age difference. If any of these things are not your cup of tea I understand. For the rest of you: thanks for reading and as always please vote and leave a comment.
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First Lieutenant Thomas Anderson squinted and reached for his sunglasses as he stepped out of his classroom building into the punishing light and heat. He was reminded once again that he was no longer in Minnesota.
He was in fact at Ft. Huachuca, AZ assigned as an instructor. It was good duty, a straight 9-5 operation with every weekend off, especially for someone as junior as he was.
He had graduated from the ROTC program at University of Minnesota in the Twin Cities just three years ago. He went there as a math student and was soon talked into the ROTC program because of the financial incentives. His math skills made a career path as a cryptologist a no brainer. He finished first in his class and was deployed to Iraq. He got his automatic promotion to First Lieutenant on the same day he was sent to the Pentagon for a two year tour. He had enjoyed Washington and had not wanted to come back to the desert. The chances to find the type of companionship he craved were about nonexistent at Ft. Huachuca.
He had been there about six months when a visiting Lt. Colonel arrived to give his students a two week lecture series. At the end of the first week she casually asked him if he had plans for the long weekend.
"No, nothing special, I might run up to Tucson tomorrow just to get off base. Labor Day weekend then no classes on Tuesday for a base wide security exercise. Pretty lame of me not to have plans huh?"
"Have you ever been to Eloy?" she asked.
"Not really, I know where it is, you have to go past it to get to Phoenix, why do you ask?"
"My parents have a home there in a retirement community. They are Minnesota snowbirds that come down November to May. I told them I would go up and check on the house while I was so close. If you don't have anything going why don't you ride up there with me. We can check out the house and if you know any good restaurants up that way I'll throw in a meal to sweeten the pot."
"Yes ma'am I'd be happy to. I'm from Duluth. You grow up in Minnesota?"
"Ya for sure you betcha by golly," she spoofed, "Fergus Falls actually."
"That was the worst Minnesota accent I ever heard, you're worse than Fargo," he said laughing, "My room mate was from Fergus Falls, I know his folks and aunt."
"Well maybe we can find something in common then," she said.
"Your car or mine?" he asked smiling, "I drive a fully restored 1974 Ford Ranchero."
"I have a baby blue four door tiny something from Alamo car rental."
"I will pick you up at your BOQ at 0700. Don't eat breakfast and I will spring at Waffle House in Tucson."
"A man with a Ranchero and a smothered and covered fetish, where have you been all my life," she quipped, "see you at 0700."
Lindsay got tired of him calling her ma'am even before they hit the interstate.
"Lieutenant I know the sir and ma'am is automatic but please call me Lindsay, especially off base."
"I will do that Lindsay, Thomas is my name."
"Yes I know, Tom."
He glanced at her and she was looking straight ahead with a little smile on her face. He took the first Eloy exit by the truck stops and in ten minutes they were at the gate of the Ranch. Lindsay directed him into the large complex and they pulled in the very short driveway.
"Let me get the garage door open for you. This over sized beast of yours is sticking three feet out in the street."
He pulled in and shut the car off. He got out and stretched then hit the garage door button as he opened the house door and went in. Lindsay came down the hall saying, "I got the AC cranking so it will cool off in a while. We should have picked up some water on the way."
"I've got this," he said going back to the car and grabbing a cooler, "I was a Boy Scout, our motto is be prepared. Don't you know not to travel in this country without supplies?" He opened the cooler and handed her an ice cold beer. "You will notice I said supplies not water."
"My hero," she gushed and batted her eyes at him, "c'mon I'll give you the nickel tour."
"This is a nice place. Three bedrooms, four baths, huge kitchen, living and dining rooms," Tom said impressed. "Oh and a hot tub on the back patio with ten foot walls enclosing the back yard. Very private and cozy."
"Yeah they bought it about ten years ago when the housing market went to hell, practically stole it. I need to check something in the bedroom, make yourself comfortable."
He was going to transfer the beer to the refrigerator then realized it was unplugged. Well duh he thought, no one is here for six months at a time. He was going to go onto the back patio when Lindsay yelled that she needed some help.
He stepped into the bedroom and came to a dead stop. Lindsay was naked on all fours facing the door. She had a black studded collar around her neck with a long black leather leash attached. The leash was stretched out and ended at his feet.
He took a few seconds to assess the situation and picked up the leash. Lindsay had taken her hair out of the bun she usually wore and her thick curly brown hair looked like a mane. He slowly walked around her and bent down and closely examined her anus and vagina. He could tell she was excited to be in this position, he could see her lips glistening. There were faint marks on her ass cheeks and thighs. This woman had enjoyed pain before. He let two feet of the leash extend from his hand and without warning brought it across her ass. It made a satisfying crack when it hit.
Lindsay gasped and letting out her breath said, "Thank god I was right." She had been nervous, desperately hoping she had guessed right about this man.
He gave her three more strokes before asking, "Right about what bitch?"
She looked at him defiantly and hissed, "I'm not a bitch."
He gave her three across her back, six on her ass, and three on her thighs that had her yelling and moaning at the same time. He shortened his whip to eight inches and gave her pussy four light strokes. She exploded on the third and screamed for more after the fourth.
"You are a bitch, a female dog that has been bad and has to be punished. I think you liked having your pussy slapped. The end of your leash is wet from the juices leaking out of your cunt. You are nothing but a bitch in heat. I think maybe a walk would calm you down. He stepped next to her shoulder and gathered up the leash, "Heel," he commanded and started walking. She had to move as fast as she could to keep up with the pace he set. He led her through the living room and dining room then around the island in the kitchen.
Lindsay stopped suddenly almost jerking the leash from his hand, she squatted down and starting pissing on the tiled floor. She finished and looked up at him eagerly anticipating his reaction. It was not long in coming.
He grabbed her hair and swung her around and shoved her face down into the puddle of piss. He scrubbed her face back and forth in the mess saying, "Bad dog, peeing in the house. I need to teach you a lesson."
When her face and hair were sopping wet he yanked her by the leash to the patio sliding glass door. He led her outside and tied the leash to one of the poles holding up the fabric awning. He left her there and went back in the house shutting the door behind him. He found a mop and bucket in the utility room and cleaned up the mess on the floor.
He went to the garage and found a pile of newspapers bundled for recycling. He broke the string and brought a small stack back into the house. He spread a few out on the area where Lindsay had pissed. He went to the pantry and found a small stainless steel mixing bowl. He half filled it with tap water and left it on the counter.
He picked up his beer and drained it then popped another one. He stole a glance outside and saw Lindsay was sitting on her heels with her arms around her knees.
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He flashed back to his old roommates aunt. She lived in St. Paul not far from campus and would come visit her nephew Jerry Jacobsen often. She would take them both out for a decent meal and sometimes even cook for them in her apartment.
Chris had invited them over one Saturday for what she called Meal and a Movie night. She fed them a great tasting meatloaf. When the Avengers movie ended she flipped over to Netflix and started a movie from her inbox. It wasn't very good and Jerry soon fell asleep. A woman had been kidnapped and her husband wouldn't pay the ransom so the kidnapper strung the woman up from the rafters in the basement and filmed him whipping her naked body. By the end of the scene Tom and Chris were both on the edge of the couch watching intently. They realized the position they were in and sheepishly laughed and sat back on the couch.
After fidgeting for the next ten minutes Chris paused the movie.
"I noticed you were very, intent I guess is the word, on that torture scene," she said, "what was it that um, excited you?"
"Ah, I don't know, I guess uh, it was the look on their faces, they both were excited, they both wanted it to happen," he explained.
"Yes, yes they did, come on I gotta have a smoke." She led him out onto the small deck of her third floor apartment. She lit her cigarette and then squatted down onto her heels.
"I need to confess something and then ask you a question, will you think about it and answer honestly?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"I confess I very much wanted to be that girl. It excited me, I could almost feel her pain and pleasure with every stroke. Now my question is, which one of them did you want to be?"
"The man," he said with no hesitation, "I wanted to swing that whip and feel it make contact, I wanted to see and feel the ecstasy when I landed the perfect blow. Does that make me a pervert?"
"No more of a pervert than I am for wanting to get whipped like that." She closed her eyes as if were happening to her right now.
