PLAYING WITH YVETTE:
by Just Another Bloke
CHAPTER 4.
Yvette looked just how I wanted her to look when she walked back into
the shop. A picture of innocence dressed in white. Her hands fidgeted
nervously in front of her crotch as she waited for me. A middle aged man
in an expensive suit paid me for the photos of his daughters sixteenth
birthday party.
" Fuck your daughter's ugly." I said to myself as I handed him his change.
He'd watched Yvette come into the shop and had been stealing glances
of her as he paid me and took his change.
" She's a whore Paul." I said casually. A huge smirk spread across his
face and he turned and looked at her. " Come here." I said to Yvette.
Slowly, she forced herself to walk towards us, her eyes darting around
the room not really knowing where to look.
" What's your name again ?" I asked, as Yvette stood beside the man
who thought she was a prostitute.
" Jane." Yvette replied quickly, nervously.
" That's right. Say hello to Mr Walters Jane." Yvette forced herself to
smile at him. " Hello Mr Walters." I could almost feel the hatred she felt
for me, but it was still early in our relationship. I was confident that
Yvette would grow to hate me even more the longer our relationship
lasted.
" She's a bit of a plain Jane but she's got a nice arse."
" Hello Jane." He said as he patted Yvette on her arse.
" She's cheap too." I added. " Do you want her number ? "
He looked her up and down and thought about it for a moment and then
shook his head." No thanks. I like them younger if I'm going to pay for it.
"
Yvette's eyes suddenly burned into his. " No offence Jane." He added,
quickly patting her on the arse again. " She never wears any panties. Do
you Jane? Show him." I didn't expect her to do it, not this early in our
relationship, but the stupid bitch did. She looked nervously at the door to
the shop and then reached down and lifted the hem of her white dress
up to her waist.
She had dressed exactly as I had told her to. White high heeled shoes,
and white silk stockings held up by the straps of a lacy white garter belt
And as Paul and I could clearly see, no panties. She'd given herself a trim
too; her pubic hair was now just a thin strip running down her slit.
" Shit ! She doesn't wear panties!" His eye's were fixed on her freshly
shaved cunt, Yvette's eye's were still fixed on the door to the shop. She
bit her bottom lip and her face turned crimson as she stood there holding
her dress up, exposing her sex to a stranger.
" Alright Jane." I said to Yvette as a hint of moister appeared to glisten off
her cunt lips. " That's enough, you'll start charging us in a minute."
Yvette quickly pulled her dress back down and covered herself, she
looked so relieved, for a moment I thought she was going to thank me.
The door wasn't even shut behind him before Yvette started asking me
what phone number I'd given him, demanding almost that I tell her. I
let her have her tantrum, and then threw some copies of her photos on
the floor of the shop. " Would you rather I just gave him these ?"
Her tantrum came to an abrupt end as she knelt down and frantically
picked up her photos that were now scattered all over the floor." Don't
ever speak to me like that again." I said coldly as I threw another
photo into the air and watched it float across the room. I locked the door
and put the" Closed " sign in the window. Yvette was still stuffing the
pictures into her purse as I walked off into my office.
I was sitting at my desk when Yvette crept sheepishly into the room and
stood in front of me. She'd gotten herself quite worked up and her
forehead glistened with beads of perspiration. I noticed her glance up at
the wall above me. She looked away quickly when she saw the 24"X 24 "
picture of her hanging there. But it was a different picture to the one that
was there this morning. She had the red dildo up her arse in this one.
She was thinking what I wanted her to be thinking: " How many copies of
those pictures has he got; how many has he blown-up and framed?"
" You do look like a whore Yvette. I wanted you dressed in pure virginal
white, but there's nothing pure or virginal about you. How old were you
when you lost your virginity Yvette ? 11.....12.... "
" 17 !" She said angrily. Regretting she'd opened her dumb slut mouth
the instant the word escaped her lips. I let her cringe from her own
stupidity for a while and then said quietly:
" That's right, you prefer to stick big plastic things up yourself. What
else do you like to fuck yourself with Yvette? Candles....Bottles...Baseball
Bats? You could fit the thick end of a Baseball bat up that hole of yours.
Got any more photos you want developed Yvette ?"
Her eyes fell to the floor as a new wave of embarrassment washed over
her. This seemed like an amusing line of conversation, so I told her to
look at me and said:" I asked you a question slut."
" Just dildos and vibrators. I've only ever used dildos and vibrators." She
sounded and looked pathetic.
" Why did you lift your dress up out there to show that guy what you've
got between your legs? Nice job with the razor by the way. You didn't cut
anything you need did you?"
" I did it because you told me to." The tone of her voice and the
expression on her face didn't change. She obviously wasn't enjoying our
conversation. I got up and moved around the desk and stood in front of
her. I stared into her eyes as I gently cupped her tits in my hands.
" You really don't want those photos of you spread around the place, do
you Yvette ?"
" No I don't." She said, avoiding my eyes again. I just stood there for a
while fondling her tits and enjoying the look of humiliation on her face.
" When you said you'd pay me for the photos what sort of amount were
you thinking of Yvette ?" Her head spun around and she looked at me.
" How much do you want ?" Her eyes had lit up and her voice had an
almost child-like excitement to it. I enjoyed the way her head and
shoulders slumped when she saw the smile on my face.
" You know what to do Yvette." I whispered softly in her ear, enjoying the
smell of her perfume and the cringing of her body. I walked back and sat
in the chair behind my desk and watched Yvette lift her dress up above
her waist.
" On your knees this time slut. Crawl over to me on your knees."
She looked at me with those cold hateful eyes and then glanced towards
the door. I watched her think about it for a second or two before giving in
and lowering herself to the floor. She pulled her dress up over her back
and crawled over to me on her hands and knees.
" Please spank my bare arse Sir." She said softly, her eyes fixed on the
floor again.
" Stand up and show me what's under your dress again slut."
She swallowed hard and stared off into space as she stood in front of me
holding the front of her dress up above her waist, her cunt only a few feet
from my face. I picked up the metal ruler and ran it up the inside of her
thighs."
" You don't consider yourself a slut, do you? The truth Yvette."
" No Sir, I don't." Her voice had more than a hint of bitterness in it.
I lent back in my chair and looked at her. " Well Yvette. I would have
thought that a woman who stands in the middle of a shop and lifts up
her skirt to show her freshly shaved cunt to a stranger was a slut. I would
have thought a woman who begs a man she hardly knows to spank her
bare arse was a slut. We obviously have different definitions of what a
slut is." I ran the ruler up the inside of her thighs and over her cunt.
" What are you Yvette?"
" I'm a slut Sir." There was no hesitation this time. But she was just
saying what she thought I wanted to hear. She still didn't consider herself
a slut. She was being forced to do all these things. It was like being
raped. She was a victim. That's how Yvette wanted to see herself.
I ran my hand up her legs and gently undid the little straps on her garter
that held up her stockings. "You've got a nice cunt slut. Nice little cunt-
lips, a big clit."
" Thank you Sir." She forced herself to say as I tapped her thighs with the
metal ruler.
" You want me to touch your cunt, don't you slut? You want me to rub
that big clit of yours."
" Yes. Yes Sir I do." She lied in a quivering voice.
" Well I don't want to touch your dirty cunt Yvette. I don't want to shove
things up your big cunt. I'll leave that to you, and from the photos I've
seen, you're very good at it."
Yvette liked it when I talked about her cunt. I could see that she liked
it and I knew she could feel the way her body had embarrassed her.
" Do you like it when I talk about your cunt Yvette?" I asked as her
eye's met mine. " Do you like it when I talk about touching your cunt, do
you like it when I talk about sticking big things up your big cunt ?"
" Yes I do Sir." She wanted to think she was lying again, but she wasn't
lying this time.
" That's why your cunt is getting wet, isn't it ? " She couldn't answer me.
She couldn't bring herself to admit what was happening to her. I didn't
make her answer me, the look on her face said it all.
" Well you can stick things up your cunt when you get home Yvette. I
have other things I want to do to you. Now get your slut arse up here !"
She quickly draped herself across my lap relieved that I didn't pursue the
subject of her cunt any further. Then I heard her gasp when she saw
what I had for her on the floor.
I ran my hand over her arse and admired the red mark I'd tattooed on
her for a while. " Pass me the paddle Yvette."
The black leather paddle was on the floor beside my chair right below
where I knew her face would be when she lay across my lap. Her hand
shook as she reached down and picked it up and she made another
whimpering sound when she saw the other side of it; the side with spiked
silver metal studs all over it.
" What do you want me to spank you with Yvette ?"
" With your hand Sir." She said, knowing it was the wrong answer.
She swore loudly as the ruler struck her hard across the inside of her
thigh. " What do you want me to spank you with Yvette ?"
" With this." She forced herself to say as she held the paddle up for me.
" Do you want me to spank you with the paddle slut?" She swore again
as the ruler hit the same tender spot on her thigh.
" Yes. Yes please Sir." She gasped. " I want you to spank me with the
paddle please."
" Kiss it Yvette." I said watching the paddle shaking in her hand. She
brought it up to her mouth and quickly touched it against her lips. Her
body arched and she threw her head back and grunted loudly as the
ruler hit the same spot for the third time. She didn't need any further
explanations of what was required. She started kissing the paddle
quickly, almost passionately.
" That's a good girl. Now lick it."
Her tongue left a trail of saliva as she ran it over the black leather of the
paddle. She turned it over and did the same to the side with the studs
on it. " Now suck the handle, suck it like you do that big dildo of yours."
I ran the ruler along the inside of her thigh, she looked back at me over
her shoulder for an instant and then wrapped her mouth around the
handle of the paddle and sucked and licked on it just the way I wanted
her to.
" Pick a number between 50 and 100 Yvette." I said, as I watched the
handle sliding in and out of her mouth.
" 51." She said sliding the handle out of her mouth just long enough to
say it. " Clever girl." I said smiling. " Now pass me the paddle."
She slid the handle out of her mouth again and passed it to me over her
shoulder." After each smack on your arse you will thank me, and tell me
how many more you want. If you lose count we start again. If you don't
speak politely we start again. If you put your hands in the way like you did
this morning we start again. If you take too long to ask for the next one
we start again. Do you understand slut ?"
" Yes Sir, I understand." She said surprisingly politely as she braced
herself for the first one. I slowly rubbed the smooth side over her arse
and then the side with the studs. She would know the difference by the
time we were finished.
She didn't make a sound when the first blow hit her hard on her left
cheek. " Thank you Sir. Spank my arse 50 more times please."
Her eyes closed tight and her mouth opened wide as the studs bit into
her skin with the second blow. But again she made no noise.
" Thank you Sir. Spank my arse 49 more times please."
She was a stubborn little bitch. She knew she had to submit to whatever
I chose to inflict upon her, we both knew she had no choice. So she had
decided to try and defy me in another way. She was going to try and
endure it. She wanted to deny me the pleasure of seeing how much she
hated what I was doing to her.
She did well for a while. Her arse was glowing red and covered in little
marks left by the studs but she still hadn't made a sound other than
asking politely for the next one.
" Thank you Sir. Spank my arse 33 more times please."
I knew she thought that she was succeeding. So I continued to spank her
just hard enough for her to really begin to believe that she could endure
it. " Thank you Sir. Spank my arse 27 more times please." She was
almost half-way there and I knew she had convinced herself now that
she could endure it.
I held the paddle in front of her face. " You know what to do Yvette."
She hesitated and our eyes met for an instant as she looked back at me
over her shoulder. A look of humiliation and disgust. But slowly her
tongue slid out of her mouth and licked the leather paddle.
Yvette saw me pick the ruler up off the desk out of the corner of her eye
and suddenly she was running her tongue all over the leather paddle.
She licked it and kissed it even more quickly and passionately as I
rubbed the inside of her thigh with the metal ruler.
Yvette thought she could endure being spanked on her arse with the
paddle. It was painful and humiliating and she hated it, but she thought
she could tolerate it. But we both knew she couldn't take the sharp pain
of the metal ruler on the inside of her thighs.
" That's a good girl Yvette." I said, holding the paddle as she ran her
tongue all over it. I kept turning the paddle over so Yvette's tongue could
enjoy the taste and the feel of both the plain side and the studded side.
I ran the paddle over her shoulder and down her back to her arse. The
metal studs left a little red trail of scratch marks on her skin. " Look at
me slut." I said as I ran the edge of the paddle down the crack of her
arse. She lifted her head and looked up at me over her shoulder again.
" How many more times do you want me to spank you with it Yvette ?"
The look of disdain on her face quickly gave way to a look of horror. She
wasn't sure. Was it 26 ? 27 ?. It might have been 25. She thought she
knew but she wasn't certain, and if she was wrong she knew we'd start
again. I could see her straining to remember.
" Spank my arse 27 more times please Sir." She said it nervously and
very unconvincingly.
" No. It was 26 Yvette." You lost count, we'll have to start again.
Her head slumped forward and she swore quietly to herself. Any thoughts
of enduring it were gone now. She looked back up at me and said softly:
" Spank my arse 51 more times please Sir." Her eyes and her voice were
filled with contempt but as much as she despised me and hated what I
was doing to her, at that moment she was more disgusted and angry with
herself for losing count.
" You mean, spank my slut arse, don't you Yvette?" Yvette hated it when I
called her a slut, and hated it even more when I made her call herself a
slut.
" Yes Sir. Spank my slut arse 51 more times please."
By the time we got to 27 again Yvette was bucking wildly on my lap
with each slap of the paddle on her burning red cheeks.
" Thank you Sir. Spank my slut arse 27 more times please." She panted,
her voice low and breathless. It was taking longer with each blow for her
to ask for the next one. There were nine to go and I watched as she tried
to make herself ask for it.
" If you hadn't lost count we'd be finished by now Yvette." Her head spun
around and she glared at me over her shoulder. I don't think she wanted
to be reminded of that.
" Thank you Sir. Spank my slut arse 9 more times please." She said it
with all the strength she could muster. I watched her face grimace and
listened to her grunt as the paddle hit her again and her head fell limply
towards the floor. But somehow she managed to lift her head up and
look back over her shoulder at me again.
" Thank you Sir. Spank my slut arse 8 more times please."
She lifted her head up and looked back at me a few more times. She's a
stubborn but stupid little bitch. It didn't occur to her that what she was
doing just stirred me to spank her harder.
There were five to go but she didn't lift her head to look at me anymore.
" Thank you Sir. Spank my slut arse 5 more times please." She said
quickly and as soon as the leather paddle slapped against her skin she
grunted loudly and asked for the next one. She just wanted to get it over
with as quickly as possible now. But I didn't.
" Thank you Sir. Spank my slut arse 4 more times please." She panted
again loudly. Her body was tense waiting for the paddle to slap against
her but it didn't. The room was silent except for the sound of Yvette's
heavy breathing.
" Spank my slut arse 4 more times please Sir." Her voice was just a
sobbing whimper now and her body hung limply across my lap. She
groaned as the paddle hit her.
I made her wait even longer for the next two and I could hear the relief
in her voice when she said: " Thank you Sir. Spank my slut arse 1 more
time please." Yvette moaned as the paddle hit her for the last time. It
almost sounded as if she enjoyed it, in a way I think she did.
I ran my fingers up her leg and she flinched when I rubbed the glowing
cheeks of her sore red arse. She swore loudly as I dug my finger nails
into
her tender skin and told her to get up.
She dragged herself up off my lap. Her face was red and smeared with
beads of perspiration and she was still breathing heavily as she stood
unsteadily in front of me. Her pretty white dress was creased and twisted
and her silk stockings had slid down to her ankles. But she had that glow
about her that women get after a great orgasm or a great spanking.
" Can I go now please Sir?" She asked in a tone that was not as polite as
it should have been. But I had never intended to break her spirit
completely, yet.
" No. I want to see you in action with a big dildo. I've seen your publicity
shots, now I want to see the real thing. Take your dress off and get down
on the floor where you belong."
She hadn't stripped for me before, I hadn't seen her completely naked
before, and I liked what I saw, I liked it very much. Although, I get the
impression Yvette didn't particularly enjoy the experience.
" You've got big tits slut." I said devouring her body with my eyes. " You
could do with a bit of silicon though, you've got a bit of a sagging tits
problem, haven't you ?"
" Yes Sir. My tits sag too much." She answered softly, with a touch of
defiance. But I wasn't being overly critical just for the sake of it. She did
have big tits, and they did sag too much. " And a bit of Lipo-Suction on
your arse wouldn't hurt either. And maybe a face-lift, iron out a few of
those lines around your eyes." I was being a bit pedantic now. " Alright
Yvette, get down on the floor and do your stuff."
I threw a big red dildo onto the floor. It was similar to the one Yvette had
been intimate with in the photos. She lowered herself to the floor and
somewhat reluctantly picked up the dildo." I've got a better idea." I said
as I stood up and walked towards the door." Come this way. As in walk
this way Yvette." I thought I better clarify that point for her.
I took her into the Entertainment room and had her lie on a
gynaecological table, with her feet in the stirrups and her legs spread
wide apart. I sat on a stool at the end of the table. I'd get a much better
view from there. " Okay Yvette, do your stuff."
Yvette had been pretty sheepish when she'd followed me into the
Entertainment room. She didn't like that room. She didn't like the
equipment in it. She didn't like the gynaecological table, or the things
under the table, or the mirror on the ceiling above where she lay. Yvette
was pretty fucking hard to please.
I made her look at herself in the mirror, she didn't like how easily the big
dildo slid inside her wet cunt either. Bit embarrassing I suppose. She
fucked herself with the dildo, but she wouldn't let herself enjoy it. The
expression on her face was very different to the one she had in her
photos. " Here, stick this up your arse." I said, handing her a butt-plug
from under the table. " Sorry Yvette, I haven't got any lube. you'll have to
improvise."
She lifted the butt-plug to her mouth and sucked on it, lubricating it with
her saliva. Yvette obviously had some experience in sticking things up
her arse. Perhaps I should have mentioned that the butt-plug hadn't
been cleaned since Melanie had used it the night before. Too late now.
She reached between her legs and slowly slid the plug up her arse, all
the way up her arse. She had a slightly different expression on her face
now.
She fucked herself with the dildo again, there was more passion, more
intensity in the way she did it this time, but she still wouldn't let herself
enjoy it." Hold this on that big clit of yours." I said, passing her a vibrator
from under the table. I even turned it on for her. She moaned softly as
she pushed the vibrator against her clit.
She didn't want to enjoy it, she did everything she could not to; but
what's a girl to do? She had a butt-plug up her arse, a vibrator on her clit,
and a big dildo sliding in and out of her cunt. Her cunt was making sloppy
noises as she fucked herself, and Yvette was starting to squirm around
on the table. I just sat there and watched, and made her watch herself in
the mirror on the ceiling above her. " Oh God no..." She moaned softly.
She didn't want it to happen, but she couldn't stop it.
" What sort of noises do you make when you cum Yvette?" I asked softly.
She licked her lips and moaned again, more loudly this time. " I'm about
to find out what noises you make when you cum, aren't I Yvette?"
" Yes." She panted, looking at herself in the mirror. She was fucking
herself faster now, the expression on her face much more like that in her
photos.
" Can you feel that thing up your arse Yvette." She groaned and her body
arched upwards as a surge of pleasure jolted her. " Do you want to cum
Yvette?"
" Yes." She was fucking herself furiously and thrashing around on the
table. " Oh fuck......" She cried out.
" You have to ask for permission to cum Yvette."
" You bastard." She groaned quietly. But I ignored her unkind remark.
People say things when they're in the throes of passion. I left her on the
edge until she couldn't wait any longer. " Can I cum please?" She looked
up at me with a mixture of shame and passion. " Can I cum now please
Sir?" There was an urgency in her voice.
" No." The look in her eyes told me she couldn't obey me. Her body
wouldn't let her obey me. She let out a loud grunting sound as her
orgasm hit her.
Yvette is a grunter. Loud, low, grunting noises. They're the sounds Yvette
made when she came. And she said: "Oh God." and " Oh fuck." a lot too
when she came.
She had rolled over onto her side during her orgasm, at one stage I
thought she was going to fall off the table. " Can I go now please." She
whispered softly, without looking at me. I'm sure Yvette had never felt so
humiliated in her life. But it was only our second date.
The sense of shame that consumed her never left her the whole time I
was tattooing her receipt on her arse. Her eyes had a glazed, vacant
look, and she seemed unable to talk in anything more than a whisper.
I took her back to my office and watched her get dressed. " Can I go now
please?" She asked again softly.
" Yes Yvette you can go. I think we'll go out for dinner tomorrow night.
Your arse should have recovered by then. Wear your best dress and
make yourself up as good as you can. You're only an average looking
woman Yvette so I'm not expecting very much. Just make the most of the
little you've got. Do you understand ? "
" Yes Sir, I understand."
" For your sake I hope you do. Be here at Eight."
She was walking quickly towards the door when I looked at her and said:
" Oh and by the way Yvette, you didn't lose count when I was spanking
you." She stopped for a moment but decided against giving me the
pleasure of seeing the expression on her face.
