Warning: This story tries to push the limits of submission. If you are not interested in humiliation and degradation you should not read this story.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.
Maddy - Raised in a strict Christian fundamentalist home. Waiting for the right person to bring out her inner slut.
Elaine - Attractive strawberry blonde. Somewhat cold and distant, controlling personality, a slightly sadistic edge. Interested in mind play and lesbian seduction. Later hones her skills as a Domme in Jennifer's Road to Submission and the Mistress Elaine series.
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Chapter One
My given name was Madeline, but that was quickly shortened to Maddie. I was always the "good girl," never standing out in a crowd, always following instructions. And I wanted to be the good girl, just like my mother and two older sisters.
My mother was ultra-conservative and my father always deferred to my mother. As her youngest of three daughters, my mom always envisioned that her youngest daughter would follow in her footsteps as a registered nurse. My parents were Christian fundamentalists. She believed that she and my two older sisters would be my role models.
We were all home schooled by our mother until college. My mother hammered her beliefs into us. Core to her beliefs were that a marriage is a sacred bond between a man and a woman and that homosexuality was a sin against nature and an abomination against God. She eschewed the use of birth control. We were told that women were temptresses. We were not permitted to mix with or date boys. Of course premarital sex was sinful and that we were to "save ourselves" for our future husbands. We were not permitted to dance or listen to "rock and roll" music. Quite simply, our parents were in complete control of our lives, and when we were married our lives were destined to be controlled by our husbands.
My sisters were always on their best behavior with everyone. I mean everyone except me. I was the youngest and they took joy in pinning me to the ground with their knees on my arms and making me beg to be let go. They relished every opportunity to physically and mentally abuse me. The taunting continued through puberty, from the manner of my dress to the friends that I kept. The taunting stopped when I was about 15. That's when I blossomed from a 32A to a 34D. My flat chested sisters were reduced to spectators as men and boys openly ogled the woman I had become. By the time I was 18 I was still rather slender through my frame, except my breasts had grown to their present 36DD. Even though my body served as a magnet for men, my parents successfully protected me from their potential advances and I made it to age 18 a virgin.
I experienced my sexual awakening in college. I attended a small Christian fundamentalist school in California. Little did I know that it was a cauldron of sexual deviancy. I pledged at the most popular sorority on campus and went through a hazing process that opened my eyes - - wide - - to my latent darker side. It seemed that all the girls that belonged to the sorority came from sexually suppressed upbringings, and the hormonal surge we were all experiencing simply popped the lid off of all of that sexual suppression.
My first clue that I was in for a sexual awakening was the assignment of nicknames during the sorority's orientation process. The chapter President, Elaine Harris, was the culprit in a name that has stuck with me to this day. The first time I met Elaine I was standing in a line with four other pledges in the living room of the sorority house. All 15 of the other sorority members were in attendance as well. Elaine had already given nicknames to the other four and then approached me at the end of the line.
"What's your name?" she asked in an authoritative tone.
I was nervous, and when I get nervous I talk too much. "Madeline Purdin, but my friends call me Maddy ... that's spelled with a 'Y'. I was given that nickname by my oldest sister Anne. Anne was also a member of this sorority."
"Why thank you Maddy spelled with a 'Y'. But that's too much fucking information, isn't it?" She glared at me with her hands on her hips.
I was taken aback. Her steely blue eyes looked like they were boring through to the back of my head. "I ... I ... I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry I gave you too much information."
"I think you need to get punished, don't you?" She said it rhetorically.
I nodded. What else was I to do?
"I can't hear you Princess."
"Yes ma'am."
"That's my girl. Now strip."
"What?" I wanted to make sure I heard her correctly.
"I won't repeat myself."
Everyone was staring at me. It was decision time. Either comply or leave. This was my first clue I had a darker side. I started taking off my clothes, beginning with my cashmere sweater. I pulled off my sweater and put it in Elaine's outstretched hands. She looked at it with disinterest and casually tossed it on the floor behind her. I unbuttoned my blouse and handed it to Elaine and then promptly covered my bra with my arms. Elaine tossed my blouse on top of my sweater.
"Shy pumpkin?"
I was shy. I had never stripped in front of a roomful of people. I thought, 'A good girl shouldn't be here." I ignored my inner voice. In a barely audible whisper I said, "Yes, yes I am."
"We'll help you overcome your shyness. Now give me your skirt."
I unzipped my skirt and let it drop to my feet so it rested on my heels. I kicked my feet to get the skirt completely off.
"Pick it up cupcake."
I picked up the skirt, handed it to Elaine, and she promptly threw it back on the floor.
Now I was down to my bra, panties and heels.
"That's a pretty bra Princess. Give it to me."
I hesitated, then thought I had gone this far ... I reached behind me and let my ample breasts free. I couldn't stop them from jiggling when I took my bra off. All the girls, including Elaine, were staring dumbfounded at my breasts. I could feel my face getting hot as the embarrassment of my disrobing hit my consciousness. I was shaking like a leaf in the wind.
I handed my bra to Elaine. She could feel that the bra was damp from my perspiration and held it to her nose and audibly inhaled.
"Very nice Maddy." She read the label to the group. "Natori ... 36DD. That's impressive. You have lovely breasts. Real crowd pleasers. Don't you agree girls?"
There was a collective nod. I was hoping there was a crease in the carpet so I could crawl under it. I was feeling flush and lightheaded and had to resist the temptation to faint from embarrassment. "Thank you Elaine." I didn't know what else to say.
"I think we'll spell your name MaDDy. And we'll call you DD for short. Everyone on the outside will think we are calling you 'Dee Dee' but everyone in this house will know it refers to our sweet big-titted sister. Is that OK cupcake?"
This was all happening too fast. "I guess so," I muttered under my breath. I knew what was coming next.
"Good. Now give me your panties."
I looked down and to my horror there was a small dark spot on my panties. I was starting to soak through. I couldn't believe that this humiliation had aroused me. I looked back at Elaine with pleading eyes.
She met my gaze and stared at me until I lowered my eyes to the floor. "Look, if I don't have your panties in five seconds I'm going to double your punishment."
I had no idea what the punishment was but I didn't want it doubled. I hooked my thumbs in my panties and bent down and slid them over my heels. I held out the panties on one finger.
She plucked them from my finger. She did what I dreaded she would do. She first took a good look at the dark spot, then she put the panties next to her nose and sniffed my body's betrayal. She then held the panties out in front of her and announced to the group, "This slut is wet. She loves the verbal abuse and humiliation."
I cowered when everyone looked at me with smirks. They knew that my deeply submerged latent submissive tendencies had been wrenched from the dark corners of my soul and shown the light of day. Memories of my sisters intimidating and controlling me welled to the surface. There was a certain serenity in surrendering control and suddenly I craved that feeling again. With the tone of her voice Elaine knew how to draw out my naturally submissive tendencies. But what had she unleashed?
I was soon to find out. Elaine barked out orders. "Somebody get me the 'Board of Education.' Cupcake, grip your ankles."
One of the sorority sisters scampered out of the room. I slowly bent over and gripped my ankles. I continued to shiver as the blood rushed to my head. I was looking upside down at Elaine. It was fitting that I was viewing the world askew, as Elaine had figuratively turned my world upside down as well. I peered around my hanging breasts. Elaine was wearing a very short skirt and I couldn't stop myself from admiring the gentle curve of her calves and her well-turned ankles. My admiration faded when I saw her brandishing a long board that looked like a cricket bat with holes drilled in it.
"Cupcake, you are about to meet the 'Board of Education'."
My legs were shaking. I suddenly had knots in my stomach and had an almost uncontrollable urge to evacuate my bladder right then and there.
"Now count for me and ask nicely for another. If you fail to do that after a stroke I'm going to double your punishment. Is that understood?"
That was loud and clear. "Yes ma'am." I wasn't sure whether I feared the paddle or me peeing on the floor in front of all of these women.
My fears and doubts were put aside when I heard the air hissing through the holes in the board just before it made contact with my bare bottom.
"SMACK!" The board contacted me squarely on my ass. I was pushed forward and had to let go of my ankles to catch myself from falling completely forward. My tits hit my chin with an audible slap. As the pain was surging through me somehow I had the presence of mind to utter "One, may I please have another." I lied. I really didn't want another. In fact at that point in time I wanted to go home. This was
