Britain 2028: Laura's Ordeal Continues

 As he held the belt high above his head, Reg briefly paused. It was only for a couple of seconds but it seemed that time stood still. He soaked up the vision of the beautiful young woman presenting her bottom to him in the most submissive manner and admired his handiwork on that same bottom. He’d certainly done a good job even though he had not had that much experience of spanking girls and my goodness what a fine specimen to practice on this one was. Her bottom was big and bouncy enough that even if he was a little clumsy or over-enthusiastic she could probably take it without long-term harm. The administrators of the scheme were pretty clear on that point. While ‘appropriate discipline’ was acceptable no girl should be ‘rendered unfit for purpose’. He wasn’t sure what that meant exactly but it was pretty clear that he was to leave no permanent marks or damage. Why would he want to damage such a beautiful thing, he thought to himself, though he realised that there were men out there much more brutal than him.

No she really was a lovely young thing and once he had properly trained her up she would no doubt make some other man very happy as a wife and mother or, should that somehow not work out, she would make an excellent social counselor. It was a shame he was too old to qualify for the marriage lottery. It would be nice to take a bride so young and naive and shape her to his requirements.

Then he had a moment of doubt. Why did he even want to punish her at all? She seemed as innocent as she was beautiful. She had certainly done nothing to him and had not even had chance to break one of his many rules yet. He momentarily felt a twinge of pity. But then other thoughts came to him. Her nudity and submissive posture had stirred up the beast in him and that was always accompanied with a certain sense of resentment. Since his teenage years, the sexual desires which he shared with other heterosexual men had not been a source of unqualified pleasure. First, there was the guilt that a conservative religious upbringing had brought with it. Then there was the fact that as he was on the short side and lacked both a handsome face, or even more importantly substantial financial resources, most women simply did not see him. The five years of feminist tyranny between 2023-28 had only exacerbated matters. Even before then, young women had been pretty uppity but since the feminazi take over (as Reg and his friends used to privately call it) they had got the whip hand. His perfectly natural sexual desires were treated as a social problem to be contained. He remembered the ‘sex positivity’ festivals where young (and not so young) women were openly encouraged to parade through the streets virtually naked and, just as in the story of Lady Godiva, men were not permitted to even look at them. He also remembered women taking over all the managerial and supervisory roles in the workplace and the way they had humiliated him and his colleagues.

Who was he kidding? Laura only seemed innocent. Without the government keeping their firm hand over good looking young women like her, she would have been just as unbearable as the rest and so…

“Crack!!”

The belt landed hard on the girl’s rear. Her knees buckled under the impact.

“Stand still!” Reg barked

“Thwack!” another one impacted with the soft flesh

“Owwwww!” a third followed.

“Whish- thwop” another hit her with a thud.

“Aaaargh!” she yelled.

Then Reg hit his stride, swinging the belt, he hit her over and over again with it.

As he did so, pictures flooded his mind: a girl in high school who curled her lip in disgust when he overcame his shyness to ask her out on her date and the sight of her walking away with her friends laughing scornfully. Girls in nightclubs who accepted his drinks but then left with some Neanderthal. The couple of brief relationships he had had and how routine took over and affection and intimacy was replaced with hostility. Even the girls in Thailand and Bali, who pretended to like him but were simply taking him for every penny.

“Take that bitch” he grunted every time a blow landed on the poor girl’s bottom.

The first blow that landed took a while to register. It was only a second or so that she realised that he was hitting her with a belt. Then the pain seared through her. But this was interrupted by the second blow. More pain. At first the rhythm was predictable. The blows were hard but measured but then at a certain point they became frenzied. She had never felt such pain before. He had seemed ordinary enough, if a little seedy, but now it seemed that she was in the hands of a lunatic. Did the government know that this sort of thing could happen? Surely if her parents contacted them they would rescue her. If only she could find a way of getting a message to them. Then the pain overwhelmed her and she went into a kind of fugue state. She remembered being younger and having hopes and dreams: a career, travel and maybe meeting a nice young man and starting a family. She remembered how confident young woman had been back in the day and how much she wanted to be like them, to dress in nice clothes of her own choosing rather the drab garments allowed under the modesty code. Then another icy shard of pain juddered through her bottom and hips. Was this what childbirth was like? She had heard it was pretty awful. The government let young women know that, as another disincentive to illicit sexual activity. Abortion had been banned near the start and so, if an unmarried girl got pregnant, she had to carry the child to term and then give it up for adoption.

‘Aaaargh’ Jesus Christ, the old bastard was really laying into her. But why? She had done nothing wrong. She had so far done everything he asked and still he was thrashing her like this. Why did he need to call her such horrible names ‘bitch’, ‘cunt’, ‘filthy whore’….?What had she done to deserve it? It was so unfair. She was on the verge of tears but she didn’t want to give the old creep the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Then mercifully it stopped. He put the belt down. It was over, thank God.

But it wasn’t- not quite yet. Reg stood next to her. His face was bright red and beads of sweat ran down his face. Laura still stood in position, holding on to her ankles. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see his cock virtually bursting out of his trousers. She had no doubt what was coming. She felt sick and wished the floor would simply swallow her up.

Then he took her firmly by her shoulders and forced her to her knees. The front of his trousers and the ominous bulge were right in front of her face. He undid his flies and she could smell sweat and stale urine. She wanted to puke but before she even knew what was happening, his gnarly old cock was in her mouth and his hands were holding her firmly by the back of her head thrusting it deeper and deeper. It was surprisingly big and very hard, and bumped uncomfortably against the roof of her mouth and the top of her throat.

Reg’s hips were bucking and he grunted and groaned. He grabbed her hair forcefully.

‘You love it you dirty little bitch don’t you?”

He briefly removed it to allow her to breathe.

“I asked you a question girl. Answer me!”

“Yes sir, I love it”

“Love what?”

“Love your cock, sir”

Nothing could be further from the truth at this point.

“Good girl. Well, we better give you a little reward then.”

As he said this he thrust his engorged penis back into her mouth and very quickly she felt it filling up with the warm sticky mess of his seed.

“Swallow it all up my dear. It’s very good for you. Like medicine they say. It might tasty nasty but that way you know its working”

There was a lot and Laura struggled to swallow all of the disgusting gunk. Reg picked up her knickers and used them to wipe his dick.

She felt sick, her she felt totally and utterly humiliated, she desperately needed to pee but at least it was over……...