NOTE: This is part of a multi-chapter story of which there are forty chapters plus an epilogue. An uncompleted version of this story appeared here at Literotica a few years ago in case it looks familiar to you. The story has been revised and completed. Chapters 37 - 40 and the epilogue are all new material.
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"I thought you said you were going to take this slow?" said Richard, who had just arrived.
"We were," said Deirdre, "we had no intention of letting things go this far today. That girl has a lot of pent up sexual angst that is trying to get out. Thank God we captured it all on video."
"The footage is gold," agreed George.
"Where is she now?" interjected Richard.
"She cried herself to sleep upstairs in her room. I thought I would leave her alone for a while," said Deirdre. "We have a couple of hours before we have to leave for the airport."
"Fine, but you need to know what kind of mental state she is in before we put her on the plane with the flight crew," said Richard.
"OK, I'll take care of it. I think I know exactly how to handle the situation," said Deirdre smiling. "Jane seems to enjoy the feminine touch. And her psych test was revealing."
"You're the psychologist," replied Richard with a knowing smile. "I wouldn't wait. You may need the whole time and we can't be late. That private plane is damned expensive per hour."
Richard double checked the time on his Rolex.
"And by the way, make sure the cameras are running. We wouldn't want to miss any good footage," said Richard as he looked at Deirdre admiringly. "You still eat the camera better than anyone."
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Jane was still fast asleep as Deirdre entered the room. As she approached the bed, Jane stirred slightly and rolled over on her other side. Deirdre sat down on the edge of the bed and began to stroke Jane's back gently. As she did, Jane awoke and began to sob quietly.
"Are you OK, kitten?" asked Deirdre in her most comforting voice.
"I'm just so ashamed. I was just completely out of control. I never thought I could be such a harlot."
"Jane, you're not a harlot," said Deirdre with a smile, stifling a chuckle at such an archaic term, "You're just a woman who has finally discovered that she has needs and you're taking care of them."
"You shouldn't be embarrassed by your sexuality," continued Deidre understandingly. "Although, I might take it a little slower in the future, if I were you. I've got to admit, that was really something today. I thought I had seen it all and you really had me going too. It was amazing. The camera loves you."
Jane moved closer to Deirdre, resting Jane's head on her lap. Deirdre stroked Jane's hair and allowed her other hand to find Jane's right breast, stroking her nipple with circular motions with her index finger. "Jane, we can't afford to have you get out of control again. Do you want me to help you with that?
Jane shook her head yes in Deirdre's lap.
"Good then," said Deirdre firmly. Her voice had changed; it was no longer comforting, it was demanding. "From now on you must do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"
Jane shuddered as she heard the loud crack of Deirdre's hand and the pain burn into her right ass cheek.
"Do you understand?" demanded Deirdre. Jane shook her head, just as the second blow was administered, this time harder.
"Do you understand? Speak when you are spoken to and the only answer I want to hear is yes!" barked Deirdre. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes. Please don't hit me again," sobbed Jane in confusion.
"Good then, if you do exactly what I say not only will you enjoy our time together, but it will make our work a lot easier," said Deirdre as she pinched Jane's nipple, making her cry out. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes," yelped Jane in reply.
"OK, then," ordered Deirdre. "Get in the shower and clean yourself up."
As Jane padded off to the shower, Deirdre looked up to the mirror on the wall behind her and mouthed the words "are you rolling" as she smiled into the mirror.
"What the hell is she up to?" said Richard from the other side of the full-length mirror."
