About three weeks after the events of Part 1 in the winter of 1993.
After caning Sally for inviting her voyeuristic sister over, discipline had been almost absent from the relationship. Sally had returned to her sweet innocent seeming self and hadn't tried to embarrass Scott for a while. The contractors came back from holiday leave and finished replacing the old walls with brick in his home too, which signaled that Sally would be moving in soon. They'd only been dating about four months and much of her life remained a mystery, but she had announced she was moving into his third story of an old factory home. She already had a key and more than once he'd been woken up with sex when he didn't know she was coming.
The cold winter weather hurt Scott's bones. A known drawback of moving to the Oregon Coast given his conditions, but it was worth it for the scenery. He would sit in the warmth of his home office and write for hours watching the distant waves through his window.
Scott used a typewriter even though computer's were starting to get better because it was the only medium in which his anxiety would cause him to erase everything he'd written. He amassed chests full of manuscripts nobody ever read.
One day Sally asked him about the chest.
"There's something mysterious about a man who spends all day in a room full of locked chests babe. Something kinky in there you don't want me to find? I mean just the sight of leather and locks is already getting me wet." she joked.
"Uh, no those are just my original manuscripts," he said trying not to lose concentration on his work, while is girlfriend pretended to grind on his chest.
"Manuscripts! I thought you didn't have anything ready to publish?"
"I haven't tried to publish anything yet, I mean I haven't sent them to a publisher because well what if they didn't publish it?" he reasoned. Secretly he was embarrassed that he was too afraid of rejection to give his work an honest shot.
"You mean you've been sitting on completed books for years? If they don't publish it they'll be just as unread as they are right now collecting dust!" Sally remarked. She knew he was anxious, but seeing how little confidence he had in himself broke her heart.
He nodded miserably.
"They're just not ready yet! Soon." he replied.
"By Friday!" She insisted.
"Yes, I'll submit one Friday before the post office closes."
She kissed him, " I have no doubt you'll find the right piece."
By Saturday he felt like an even bigger failure. Not only had he not submitted anything, but he couldn't work up the nerve to tell Sally he'd barely even read his old manuscripts because he judged himself too hard on them. He turned the shower on full heat which filled the bathroom with steam including the glass wall Sally insisted go in front of the shower so that he could watch her from the bed. When he walked back into the bedroom he immediately noticed three things, his bed had been stripped of bedding, his change of clothes, and towel! His wardrobe had been secured with a large padlock, and finally there were two women sitting on the bed staring at his penis!
One of them was Sally and the other was a woman he didn't recognize. She was his age and wore black rimmed glasses with teal dyed hair. He quickly covered himself as best as he could with his hands.
"What is she doing here?!" he demanded.
"No need to be rude! This is my friend Kerry from college. She works for a publication in Portland and they are looking for short stories. Isn't it wonderful dear? I noticed your car hasn't moved since you said you would submit something by yesterday so I figured it must be too cold for you to go outside. Hence, I brought the publisher to you!"
"Oh, uh..could you hand me some clothes?"
"Why don't you go grab a manuscript and you can get dressed after? We'll wait here for you." He turned still covering his dick, but the girls got a good look at his bare ass when he left the room. Sally whistled!
"I'd publish that if he ever wanted to model for my section!" Kerry laughed.
Standing naked in his office he rifled through manuscripts until he found a collection of short stories he'd written about growing up with quirky parents in Portland.
He had to carry the stacks of papers with both hands to his room so both women were treated to another full frontal look at his dangling member.
"Oh, look what Kerry brought me!" Sally said hiking up skirt her to reveal she had a small vibrator on a harness stimulating her clitoris.
Scott instantly went hard.
"Oh, looks like somebody is a grower!" Kerry remarked staring at his large erection. Scott dropped the manuscripts copies and tried to cover himself. Kerry collected them back up.
"I'll show these to our editor...Sally shouldn't you let him dress?"
"Oh, right! Were going out for the day, but I'll be back after dinner so you can deal with me." She produced the key to the wardrobe from her pocket and popped it into her mouth.
"What are you doing?" He gasped!
She pinned him against the wall and began French kissing him while caressing his balls with her hand. Suddenly he felt her pass him the key with her tongue. She let go and stepped back. Not only was he hard but he had precum on the tip of his dick. Kerry set there wide eyed with her hand down the front of her pants.
"Time to go shopping Kerry!" Sally announced. The two women left him alone in his house to get dressed. He felt a surge of panic come on and collapsed on his bed to calm down. When he woke up it was slightly past noon. He hurriedly dressed and decided to see Kathy again before dealing with Sally. He hadn't been back since the embarrassing ordeal several weeks prior.
He used one of the knockers on the large mansion. Sally's sister Lisa answered the door. He blushed remembering the last encounter where she had instructed Sally on his anatomy. She seemed a little more reserved without her sister as well.
"Scott, please come in. I should thank you for not turning me in last time."
"Don't mention it. Seriously please don't ever mention it again. I'm just here to see your mother."
"Right this way! It's her day off, but she's in with a couple she disciplines on occasion. You can wait outside her study."
He sat down and waited. Approximately twelve minutes later a middle aged couple came out. The man was walking funny and the woman was straightening her skirt and wiping tears from her eyes.
"Oh, come in Scott."
"Maybe this is a bad time."
"Oh, nonsense they're leaving anyway they have a drive ahead of them. I tend not to discipline too many locals outside of my household because the whole town are my patients."
"So they traveled here to be disciplined by you?" He asked in surprise.
