Natalie Learns Internet Safety 03

Welcome back to part 3. You can definitely read this alone, but it will make more sense if you were to start at part 1. This series is my first attempt at writing so please any and all feedback is welcome.

I do not condone violence in real life, this story is a fantasy despite being informed from real events. This story contains themes of bdsm, nonconsent, and sexual violence.

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Wednesday:

As Natalie gets dressed for her job interview she keeps drifting back to the events from last Saturday. Allen showed up as he had the first time, precisely at 5pm. Then, had proceeded to use and violate her, teaching her about the dangers of exposing herself on the internet to strangers. Despite the pain and humiliation (or maybe she was realizing because of it) Natalie felt a growing wetness between her legs as she replayed the events that led her here.

After Allen had finished first whipping and then brutally fucking Natalie's ass. She had thought the worst was over, at least for the day. Then Allen had reminded her of one last expectation, she was always expected to clean his cock after he came... with her mouth. In all the things that they had chatted about, when this was fantasy and not yet reality, tasting her ass off the cock that had just fucked it, had not entered her mind. It was gross, who does that? But like a good little slut, Allen had commanded and she obeyed.

After cleaning his cock, Natalie had been fully spent. On her knees, tears had started to dry, Natalie had been surprised when Allen walked back in to hand her a glass of water. The kindness after the brutality had shocked her and once again she found herself awash in conflicting emotions. As much as she hated the abuse, the violation; Natalie found herself responding to Allen's touch. She had been looking forward to his visit despite knowing she was going to be spanked. Natalie had the most powerful orgasm of her life as Allen had mercilessly ravaged her virgin asshole.

Now this touch of kindness after such a trying ordeal, Natalie felt a growing need to please Allen. The thought of going back to being the lonely, sexually ignored, single mother was slowly becoming unbearable.

Allen's voice brought her back into the moment, "Natalie you are making a mess on the floor. Clean that up, and then join me at the table."

Natalie didn't understand at first what he could have been talking about. Then she realized that the load of cum Allen had deposited deep in her virgin ass was slowly leaking out of her onto the floor. Natalie was mortified, she didn't know why this was so embarrassing, but blushed deeply nonetheless. She started to get up to get a towel, something to clean the mess leaking out of her, when Allen stopped her.

"No, little slut. You will always clean my cum with your mouth. Now clean up your mess so we can talk about your future education," Allen instructed.

Natalie froze. Cleaning his cock had been one thing, licking his cum up off the floor, cum that had leaked from back hole, she didn't know if she could bring herself to that level of debasement. Then as she looked pleadingly at Allen and saw his evil smirk, she knew she was lost. Slowly, she lowered herself back to her knees and bent down. Natalie hated herself in that moment. That she would allow this to happen. On her knees, in her own bedroom, welts on her recently beaten ass, her asshole still burning from the brutal fucking, and now about to lick up Allen's cum from the floor. Most of all she hated the pride she felt in making Allen happy and following his commands. The satisfaction of knowing that he wanted her, even if it was just wanting to hurt her.

Slowly Natalie lapped at the cum on the floor, like a cat testing out new milk. "That's a good girl," Allen said, "but you are never going to clean up like that. Suck that up like the proper whore I'm training you to be."

Natalie cringed as she leaned back down to clean Allen's cum off her bedroom floor. In all the things Natalie and Allen had discussed, this had not crossed her mind. Humiliation had been discussed. Natalie had even thought it kinda hot at the time. Tasks assigned by a partner that she found embarrassing but knew her partner thought were sexy. Humiliating herself for her partners pleasure. Licking cum off the floor after being violently ass fucked was not how she imagined her Saturday nights being spent.

Slowly Natalie finished getting the last drops of cum off floor. "Good girl, come with me," Allen said as he walked back to the dining room. Natalie was pleasantly surprised. Last time Allen had just walked out of her house leaving her lying on the floor. Now he was going to stay for a minute. Maybe he would even let her put some clothes on she thought as she started to get up and follow him. Natalie was snapped back to reality as Allen laughed at her, "No, no, silly slut. Crawl on all fours. Like a good little bitch."

Resigned, Natalie followed Allen on her hands and knees out to the dining room where he pulled out a seat from the table. "I think it's time we established a few more ground rules for your ongoing training," Allen said to Natalie.

Allen settled into his chair by the table as Natalie followed slowly behind on her hands and knees. "Bring me your phone. It's time to make some changes. I need to see if you have been taking any other risks, chatting with strangers," Allen commands. Resigned, Natalie crawls over to her purse to bring him her phone. What little bit of control and privacy she may had, slipping away. Natalie extends her phone to Allen and settles back onto her heels at his feet, like a dog staring up at her owner. Allen looks down on her with a questioning look, "Unlock it," he commands again and reaches out casually playing with Natalie's hard nipples in the cool dining room air. "Be useful, you need to improve your cock sucking. Why don't you practice for a minute now," Allen tells her as he starts going through Natalie's phone. Natalies surprised at how much she lights up at the suggestion of getting to touch Allen and the thought that she might get fucked again. She fishes his limp cock out of his pants and starts trying to get him hard. Natalie slowly strokes him with her hand while sucking at the head of his cock. She feels Allen thread his hands through her hair and braces for his cock to get forced into her throat, only to have her head snapped back and find herself staring into Allen's eyes. "I said suck my cock, not give me a handjob. God, you are a stupid little girl. You don't need your hands for this. Only your mouth," Allen says with an exasperated sigh.

Natalie feels the rebuke. How stupid of her. She tries again desperately to become the toy that Allen wants her to be. As she works Allen's shaft and sucks on his balls, he peppers with questions. "Who is this?", "You don't need to talk with this person anymore, I'll remove this contact for you", "I'm turning on your location sharing, I need to know where my property is at all times to help keep you safe". Natalie feels her world shrinking with each comment. Soon it will just be her and Allen. On her knees. Where she belongs.

"Oh, who is this calling? Susie," Natalie tries to come up and speak but feels Allen hand again on the back of her head holding her down and briefly choking her again as his spear forces its way into her throat. She gags for a second before Allen slightly lets up.

"You can speak with my dick in your mouth," Allen smirks.

"Itrgsss mrhgh daugahate, peeaaa," Natalie tries to say around the shaft in her mouth.

"Something else we will have to practice," Allen says as he pulls Natalie off his cock, bending her head back to again force her to look him in the eyes, "What was that?".

"It's my daughter, please," Natalie pleads. "I'll do anything, please don't hurt my daughter."

"Oh my little one. I am here to teach you and help you, I would never hurt your family," Allen calmly replies.

Taking a risk, Natalie continues to speak out of turn, "I don't know if I can keep her away from the house anymore on a Saturday night. Things have been so hard since her father left," suddenly everything pours out of Natalie. Things she had told Allen over chat when they had first met and more. How lonely she had been, even before her husband left. How hard things were financially trying to provide for her two daughters. The help her mother was providing that came with a dose of shame every time she came over. Tears started to flow again as Natalie counted off all the things that she felt embarrassed at not being able to handle on her own.

Allen listened intently, thinking for a moment, "There, there my little slut. I have an idea that should work. For now, nothing better than seeing you choke on my cock around those tears, put that mouth back to work," at that Natalie felt ashamed that she broken down and gladly resumed sucking Allen's cock. "That feels wonderful," Allen crooned as he forced his cock into Natalie's throat. Natalie struggled, feeling Allen's hand gentle, yet firm against the back of her head, holding her in place as she started to run out of air. Gagging and starting to retch, Natalie pulled back before she threw up. Earning another slap in the face. "Still have work to do."

With a whimper Natalie redoubled her efforts on Allen's cock, fighting hard to keep her gag reflex in check. Feeling a growing warmth between her legs with every satisfied groan her efforts elicited.

"I have a solution that should allow for you to continue your training and help with some of those challenges you mentioned. I have an opening in my company. We are in need of a new assistant. You will come in this Wednesday for an interview and orientation," Allen instructed.

Without thinking Natalie took Allen's cock out of her mouth and said, "but I already have a job." The look on Allen's face as she realized what she had just done drove a fear through entire body. Natalie immediately tried to make up for her mistake and shoved Allen's cock back into her throat. Desperately gagging herself, hoping he wouldn't punish her for taking his dick out of her mouth and speaking out of turn.

Natalie felt his hand grip her hair and violently pull her off his cock as Allen forced her to look into his eyes. "I thought you would know better by now. Apparently we are going to have to find time for one more lesson before I go." Allen stood and dragged Natalie up to her feet before forcing her face down to the seat he was just sitting on. Bent at the waist with her cheek pressed to the seat, Allen growled in her ear, "you will hold this position until I tell you otherwise." Fear flooded Natalie's body. Her ass had been punished already today, she didn't think she could take anymore. Despite that, she was determined to show Allen would be the good slut he was looking for.

Natalie again heard the telltale sign she was about to get whipped. The swoosh sound of leather getting pulled through belt loops as Allen prepared to stripe her ass, again. "You will count and thank me for the correction. I think 10 more should do the trick," Allen instructed.

"Yes si.." was all Natalie could get out before the first stroke cracked across her already welted ass.

"Aaaahhhh... one, th- tha- thank you, sir," Natalie whimpered. Each stroke worse than the last until she was openly sobbing for a second or was it the third time that day?

"You may not believe me, but I don't enjoy hurting you. This is for your own good," Allen laments after finishing the last stroke.

"Yes sir, thank you sir. And thank you for the job. I was surprised. I should know better," Natalie choked out through the tears.

"Good, now you have task to finish, on your knees," Allen said as he once again guided Natalie back to his cock. As the tears dried, Natalie resumed her bobbing, eager to please Allen and make up for all the her failings.

Natalie snapped back to the present as she finished dressing for her interview. Making sure everything was just as she was instructed. A nice sundress, no bra or panties of course. Again freshly shaved, she wondered what it would be like working in the same office as Allen. Surely he wouldn't be able to take the same liberties in an office as he did in her home. Then again, Natalie was confident she would find herself on her knees at some point in the day.

Allen had told Natalie a little about the job, but she was left full of questions. She knew that Allen was a lawyer, some obscure thing about business partnerships, tax arrangements, and other legal things where she knew all the words and had no idea how they fit together. Allen had reassured her that the assistant role was more about answering phones, sending out documents, and other things that she was more than capable of doing. She was also nervous about the other employees in the office.

Allen had said that there were three other women working in the office, 2 paralegals and a junior attorney. Along with two other male attorneys that worked remotely and were rarely in the office. Natalie mind raced with possibilities. Were the other women in the office under a similar arrangement? The thought made her strangely jealous. Would Allen discipline or use her in front of them? The thought brought an instant wetness to her exposed slit. Then again, that seemed unlikely. A modern lawyers office that spanks their employees? As ridiculous as that seemed to Natalie, she knew that she was going to spanked and used at the office. For the salary Allen had mentioned, Natalie would bend over and take it anyway she was told. This opportunity to be closer to Allen, feed this growing need between her legs, and achieve financial stability was too good to pass up. She could finally stop her mother's complaining that divorcing her ex-husband was a mistake. Natalie's mind drifted for a minute thinking about a chance meeting between Allen and her mother. A satisfied grin spread across her face thinking of her mother getting the belt instead of her before Allen took her mother's back passage. That would teach her a lesson. She snapped back as the alarm in her phone went off, Natalie would not be late to her interview, even if Allen had made it sound like a formality. She remembered the punishment for being late with her diet logs, she couldn't imagine what would happen if she was late to an appointment with Allen.

Natalie arrived with a few minutes to spare and made her way into the modern office building at the address Allen had given her. Up the elevator to the 8th floor and stepped out to a well appointed lobby with a empty desk and a note next to a phone that read, "please pick up for service". Natalie took a moment before picking up the phone which immediately began to ring.

A woman answered promptly, "Hello, welcome to Smythe and associates, how may I serve you today?".

Natalie was briefly caught off guard by the greeting, but quickly overcame the moment, "Sorry, I am here for an interview with Allen."

"Of course, one moment." The voice responded.

A few moments a later a chicly dressed young woman entered the lobby through the side door and approached Natalie. "You must be Natalie," she said as she approached. "I am Sarah, Mr. Smythe told me you were coming and give you a tour before your interview. I'm not sure how you know Mr. Smythe, but in this office everyone calls him Mr. Smythe or Sir, nobody calls him by his first name," Sarah offered a friendly warning.

"Thank you, I appreciate the caution. I feel like I have so much to learn," Natalie blurted, embarrassed. She felt so out of place in the professional office. Not only did she know almost nothing about the law, Sarah was finely dressed in a tight pencil skirt and blouse. Young, pert, with full breasts straining at the top button of her shirt. Natalie was surprised as she realized Sarah was also not wearing a bra.

"It's nothing, I am sure you will do great," Sarah offered as she looked Natalie up and down. "I was instructed to give you a tour before bringing you to Mr. Smythe's office. Shall we begin? Do you need a restroom or anything?" Sarah asked.

"No, thank you." Natalie replied and then followed Sarah as she started walking back toward the side door leading out of the lobby.

A short tour later and Natalie had met the other two women in the office. She was starting to sense a theme. Emily and Susan were also young, beautiful women. Had been dressed in similar fashion, Emily similar to Natalie in a sundress and Susan similar to Sarah in a skirt and blouse. Natalie was sure that neither of them were wearing a bra. Both were very pleasant and made Natalie feel welcome, but she was sure there was something behind their friendly smiles. A shared secret or joke that she was on the outside of. The tour ended outside a corner office. "And this is Mr. Smythe's office," Sarah announced, and then knocked on the door.

A familiar voice called out from inside, "come in," and butterflies flooded through Natalie's stomach. She had known he was here, knew she was going to see him, but now things were moving from imagination to reality.

Sarah entered with Natalie close behind. Allen's office was a mixture of well appointed modern with classic touches. A large desk dominated the space with floor to ceiling windows offering an expansive view of downtown. One wall was lined in bookshelves and numerous fancy looking textbooks and legal documents. A small couch and seating area on the other side.

Allen was seated at his desk, computer to the side. Looking at Sarah he asked, "Were you able to introduce Natalie to everyone?"

"Yes sir, Susan and Emily were finished with the morning call when we went through," Sarah replied. "Will there be anything else, sir?"

"Yes, there is the matter we discussed early. We are going to address that shortly. I think it would very educational for Natalie to see how we address shortcomings, don't you?" Allen asked, his initial warm smile replaced with a stern look in his eyes.

Natalie could see the look on Sarah's face as her eyes dropped to the floor and flush raced into her cheeks. "Yes sir," Sarah offered meekly.

"I have some things to discuss first with Natalie. You can wait in the corner until we are ready," Allen said as her turned to face Natalie. Sarah look like a thoroughly chastised child as she turned and walked to the corner of the office. Natalie was shocked as Sarah stood, her nose pressed to the wall and clasped her hands behind her back. Without missing a beat, Allen's smile came back and he continued talking with Natalie. "I assume Sarah gave you the grand tour. It's not that large of space. But as you could see when you got off the elevator, we are missing our front office assistant."

"Yes she was very nice, and I was able to meet Susan and Emily as well. You have a beautiful office. I just hope I am up to the task," Natalie offered.

"I am sure you will be. We work hard, and I expect there will be things you will need to learn. I do hold high standards," Allen continued, although it seemed he was talking more for Sarah's benefit than to Natalie, "and when those standards are not met, there are consequences. Everyone here is free to leave their job at time. I think you saw that I offer a very good benefits package. In return, I expect you to do your job well and accept correction as I see fit. Isn't that right Sarah?" Allen directed his voice to the young woman standing in the corner.

"Yes sir," came the reply, slightly muffled by the wall she was pressed against.

"Today Natalie, I thought we would finish your introduction with a demonstration. Sarah here has made several errors recently which I plan to address today. Going forward Natalie, I will expect Sarah to inform you of the expectations of this office and give you a view today of how I expect those standards to be followed." Natalie realized she had a strong feeling where this was going. "Sarah, come stand in front of my desk," Allen instructed. Sarah walked from the corner to stand in front of Allen's desk. Head down, hands at her sides, waiting like a chastised child. "What mistakes are we addressing today, Sarah?" Allen demanded of her.

With a sniffle Sarah replied, "I was late yesterday," Sarah said softly. Slowly looking up she caught Allen's glare and added even softer, "... again. And I forgot to send a fax to Jackson and Miller..." she trailed off with a choked sigh.

"Either of those would find you in my office to discuss your performance. Both, in the same day..." Allen trails off, shaking his head. "Do you wish to keep working here?" Allen asks.

"Yes sir, I am so sorry, please I can do better," Sarah pleads.

"We have dealt with some of your minor transgressions in the past. The events from yesterday are far more serious. If you are not able to do the job, I'm sure there are others that would gladly take the salary I offer," Allen presses.

"No sir, I want my job. I accept your decision. I will... I will take my punishment like a good girl, Sir," Sarah quietly choked out.

Natalie had been fascinated by the exchange. The last comment from Sarah had wiped away any pretense. She could only imagine what would be coming next.

"Very well Sarah. Today we are going to drive home the importance of following through. First you will receive 30 strokes with the belt," Natalie watched as Sarah's face blanched at the number Allen stated. "Then since you are struggling to get your ass in your seat at your desk on time, I will take that ass to drive the point home. The only thing I haven't decided yet is whether you will get the benefit of using lube."

Sarah had recovered quickly, given the lack of surprise, Natalie was sure this punishment was not fully unexpected. "Yes sir," was all Sarah could muster.

"Very well, let's get started, shall we. Assume the position over my desk," Allen instructed as he stood and stated to remove his belt.

Slowly Sarah walked to the front of Allen's desk, standing a few feet away she first removed her panties, folded them, and placed them on the corner of the desk. Then she pulled up her skirt to her hips and bending at the waist, she placed her cheek to the desk and gripped the far side. While Natalie had been in a similar position just a few days ago, she was still shocked to see someone else assuming the same position. She was equally shocked at how wet her pussy was getting with anticipation of what was to come. Allen had by now walked around to stand just behind and to left of Sarah as he folded the belt into the ideal strap to dispense office discipline.

"As before, you will count and thank me for each stroke you receive. Forget or fail to count and we start over. Do you understand?" Allen asked.

"Yes sir, I understand," Sarah whimpered.

With no warm-up, Allen pulled back and let the belt fly, a whoosh cutting through the air before cracking against Sarah's firm backside. The crack resonated through the office and surely had to be heard in the offices outside.

Sarah emitted a small yelp with the first stroke before counting, "One, thank you sir."

The strapping continued uninterrupted as Allen continued to whip Sarah's taut ass leaving a trail of welts from buttocks to mid thigh. By the 5th stroke tears were starting to form. By the 10th stroke Sarah started crying and whimpering. Around 20 and the begging started.

"Twenty-one, thank you sir. Please, no more. I will be a good girl. It won-," Sarah's pleading was cut off as another stroke landed on her crimson ass.

"Twenty-two sir, thank you sir. P... Please, I'll do anything," Sarah continued to beg.

"Yes, you will. You will take the remainder of your punishment and then you will take my cock up your ass," Allen responded as he delivered a particularly hard stoke.

Sarah's shrill scream could surely be heard across the floor if not throughout the building. Natalie was torn between feeling sorry for Sarah and the burning desire she felt growing between her legs.

"Tw... Twen... Twenty-three, tha... thank you sir," Sarah choked out between sobs.

"Careful Sarah, I would hate for you to lose count now and have to start over," Alan remarked as cocked back for another stroke.

Sarah suffered through the last strokes sobbing and tears ruining her make-up. After the last stroke had been delivered Allen set his belt down on desk and stood back to admire his handiwork. Sarah didn't move and just lay broken across the desk quietly sobbing. Natalie was struck. She had never witnessed anything like it. The power that Allen exuded. The submission and defeat from Sarah. The anticipation of what she new was coming next. It was everything she had to not start openly rubbing her sopping pussy in the middle of Allen's office.

Allen looked over at Natalie as he addressed Sarah, "you have taken your whipping. Now for the second part of your punishment. Remind me what you have coming next."

"Your going to fuck my ass sir," Sarah meekly replied.

"And why is that?" Allen asked.

"Because I have been late several times, sir," Sarah answered again.

"There was a choice to be made about how I take your ass, what was it?" Allen demanded.

"Whether or not you would use lube, sir," Sarah whispered, still bent over the desk with her red, welted ass exposed.

"Earlier you offered me anything. You have to be careful with your words. That is something that Natalie is still learning about," Allen said as he looked over at Natalie. Natalie felt herself turning bright red under Allen's intense stare. "What I want now is to hear your squeals as I take your ass... without lube," Allen says with a wicked grin.

"Sir, please. I can't-"

"Stop Sarah, just stop. You know the rules here. You can accept your punishment or you can quit. What's it going to be?" Allen demanded of her.

"No sir, I need this job. I will take my punishment. Please, let me suck your dick first, sir. I know just how you like it," Sarah pleaded.

"Very well, perhaps you can show Natalie here a thing or two as she still has much to learn," Allen replied. Natalie didn't think she could turn a brighter shade of red.

"Both of you, down here on your knees," Allen instructed.

-To be continued-

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