Porky was weeping bitterly, and at the same time, his dick was straining, and quite excited.
Who was this girl?
Starla was his friend Spalding's cousin, and he'd seen how she enslaved him--Olivarius, the school's intramural lacrosse coach had told Porky that Starla had taught him how to suck his own dick...
Several young women of Porky's acquaintance followed Starla around campus like mesmerized drones.
Not only was Starla beautiful, but she'd skipped second, fifth and ninth grades, and quit twelfth at age fifteen to go to college early...now, at eighteen, she was the youngest Yale senior, and perhaps also the youngest in the state of Connecticut.
She was a hot property...
And she was now focusing on Porky!
Porky stared at Starla who looked just stunning, her curls were so blonde and she was wearing this tiny black dress. Her usually bored face was somewhat animated...
And the little black dress had a plunging neckline and her boobs were practically falling out of it.
Porky had been with quite a few girls in his time, but he was absolutely bedazzled by Starla. Other women had referred bitterly to Porky's "indifference" towards them--
But Starla was more and more unusual.
Porky loved it that Starla would wear a sexy dress and six inch spike heels just to hang out.
Starla was now running her red nails up and down long leather split tawse. It was a vicious instrument, and Porky had been sobbing because his body was covered in welts thanks to the tawse's effectiveness.
"Like my tennis elbow, eh, Porky?" Starla giggled. "I can swing like the best of them. And you need more, lots more."
Fearful, Porky began crying again.
"Porky you said this turned you on, corporal punishment. You showed me your Instagram, filled with shots of cute girls in hose and heels, holding tawses and whips and such."
She giggled.
"I even get all dressed up just like your fantasy, and now you don't want it?"
"It-it just hurts so much." Porky still felt very exposed, being naked in front of this beautiful girl. His training was going along slowly, but he was so hot for Starla, and he kept hoping they'd get into bed at some point.
Or did he? Whenever it looked like they might start screwing, he'd go on about how he had these weird fantasies...
Starla interrupted his thoughts.
"Whine, whine, bitch and whine. Why don't you get over the couch again, bend over the armrest and try not to make a scene?"
Starla seemed to be having a great time. Porky had seen Starla whip her cousin Spalding with canes bigger than this and he'd been able to be silent throughout.
Porky had watched Starla take Spalding's chastity belt off and have him masturbate and then order him to stop and start again and again "Red light, green light" until Spalding was crying and frustrated and then Starla would lock him back up again.
Porky had seen Starla knock mousetraps off Spalding's nipples. And her cousin took it and came back for more.
Was Spalding tougher than Porky was?
But Porky bit his lip and lay over the side arm of Nana's antique divan, his penis hardening as it pressed against the velvet.
What might she do next? Porky had seen Starla melt a long trail of candle wax from Spalding's neck, across his back to his bottom, and set fire to it, as he lay supine...he wasn't injured, but sweet God.
It was true, he'd fantasized about this kind of thing from time to time, but the reality was far more intense than the dream. And much more painful.
Porky felt Starla's pretty, soft, tiny fingers gently spread his legs apart, and her long nails tickled his nut sack.
Her hand reached further under his bent body and stroked the stiff cock.
"Remember to be strong for this, my little man."
Porky could smell her Chanel No. 5, and the whisper was just against his ear seductively. He had to prove he was worthy of her.
He felt her tickling and stroking his foreskin.
"And what a nice ass. I'll really enjoy driving my big black ten inch plastic cane-on dildo into this tight little anus, again and again until you are loose and incontinent like an old man."
Porky's erection subsided a bit.
Remember when I put those blind contact lenses in Spal's eyes? He was staggering around, and these gay dudes kept peeing on him? We could do that to you, too."
Starla's' soft voice was driving him insane.
"I'm attracted, Porky, to a fellow who will take discipline and be just as tough and cool as he was making rude remarks about the waitress's ass at Club Calypso last night."
"I'm sorry, Starla, I shouldn't have--"
But she blandly interrupted him, as her little hand expertly ran a finger up his quivering butt hole.
"No, Porky it just seems that if you can humiliate a young woman who is dependent on tips, you could learn to take a little grief."
Her fingers surrounded his ball sack again.
"I especially thought it was fake macho when you put that pile of bills on the table and told her every time she annoyed you with slow service, you'd remove one."
Suddenly her fingers squeezed his scrotum hard, and Porky nearly blacked out.
It was true. When they'd been out with their law school friends, Starla hadn't said a word as Porky had gone on arrogantly about poor service, and how he'd like to hump the waitress's tits as she stood there politely.
And it was great having Starla out in public.
His friends liked the way she seemed to hang on him. Arm candy.
But of course that was probably objectifying.
Suddenly, Porky's musings were rudely interrupted. Starla had taken her hand away and slashed his tender buttocks with the cane, hitting the exposed scrotum, which she'd pulled to the outside of his butt and legs.
"I got in touch with the bartender, Onyx, who says you walk checks there all the time, and also the e-mails of Lilac and Bonnie, the waitresses you were so crappy to." WHACK!
"I think next week, Tuesday, maybe? I'll dress you in a pink apron, mousetrap your nipples and put alligator clips on your dork and have you wait on THEM for change if they come over."
WHACK!
"Then they can tell your friends at the bar what a real little sissy you are."
WHACK! THWACK!
"It's too bad I made you cut off your ponytail, Porky. I could've bleached and curled your hair so you were a pretty little princess."
WHACK! THWACK! CRACK!
Porky was weeping silently, and his ass cheeks and penis felt like they'd be run over by a hot iron.
Starla's voice was venomous now.
"You like being the big braggart, the macho flirt, don't you, Porky?"
WHACK! WHACK!
"No (sob) I'm quite liberated--"
"Coulda fooled me!"
WHACK! THWACK!
The pain was searing. Porky's rear was burning as if a volcano had exploded on it. Every time the cane hit his butt it bounced off his cock and balls, which made him dizzy.
Also, he'd had to complete a "challenge" for Starla that day, keeping a five-inch butt-plug up his ass while he was in school, and although it had been removed, it really made his anus rather enlarged.
WHACK!
It felt like volcano lava was pouring into the Grand Canyon.
"You think this is bad? Wait till I give you the strap. That'll really get your attention. This cane is nothing."
