Flashing back to the present she retrieved a book and as she ate her supper we saw her begin to read it. The camera zoomed in to tell us what it was, "The story of O." Sue glanced at me knowingly and whispered that "This was beginning to get very interesting." As the woman on screen finished her snack she continued to read. We could see her blush several times and in a voice over wonder how people could do such things.

Finally she finished eating and continuing to read went off to the living room. She slumped down on the couch and read on. We watched as she began to massage her right breast through her housecoat as she read. After a few minutes of this she slipped her hand inside. Never stopping reading she finally stood up and slipped her robe off and her bra too so she was dressed only in her panties. She had big beautiful boobs. She plopped down on the couch again and continued to read. Her hand now teased her bare tit and nipple as she read on. Her breathing was becoming more rapid and her nipples erect as her passion grew.

She moved the book to her other hand and shifted to teasing her left nipple until it grew stiff as well. She finally put the book down and using both hands, one on each tit, studied her hands at work. Her fingernails were painted a bright red and had been left quite long. Every few moments she would use them to dig into the smooth soft flesh of her breasts. Her actions became progressively rougher until she was twisting her nipples and I am sure causing herself considerable pain but she continued to abuse herself. Sue, I noted, was breathing more heavily and massaging her nipples as well. On screen the woman was really into her pain and pleasure and appeared to be on the verge of bringing herself to orgasm brutalizing her tits. She finally gasped as pleasure surged through her body.

The screen faded now and came back with her washing and dressing the next morning in preparation for her 10:00 o'clock appointment with her tutor Ken. In several voice overs, Stephanie took us back to choice pieces of "The Story of O." and wondered what Ken meant by "Or else" in his direction about her homework. At the appointed hour he buzzed from the lobby and Stephanie, grabbing the homework book, hurried down stairs to meet him. As they drove off together they exchanged pleasantries about such subjects as the weather and the baseball scores as any teacher and student might do. Ken finally pulled into the drive of what must have been his house and escorted Stephanie inside.

The sexual tension building on the TV was having an affect on me too. Even though I had dumped a big load of cum down Lucy's throat only fifteen minutes ago my cock was beginning to show signs of needing another release.

As they sat in his living room Ken asked Stephanie if she had completed her assignment. Stephanie said she had been really busy and hadn't really had enough time. Ken seemed upset with this response and reminded her that he was very strict and required that his students do exactly as he had directed. She had been warned to be ready. If she wasn't he would punish her severely. He began to ask Stephanie questions about the "Story of O". The questions were quite basic and we had seen her reading the relevant parts of the book but she seemed unable to answer his questions. She seemed to want to be punished for being so naughty in not doing her sexual homework and was deliberately screwing up her answers.

Ken became increasingly upset and chewed her out for her lack of preparation. She made all sorts of excuses about not having time and being out of town but he would have none of it. Ken finally could no longer bear to hear her pathetic excuses about why she had not done her homework and told her she would have to be taken down to his dungeon, where she would be dealt with in a way that would remind her to do her work properly in the future. She looked rather scared at the prospect, but deep down we knew she wanted it.

The next scene was in the dungeon. It was dark and there were lots of different sex gadgets and toys around the place. First, Ken made her change into a sexy black garter belt, black stockings and high-heeled black shoes. She came back from the dressing-room with both her breasts out of the bra, so Ken could see them easily. She had removed her hair band so her long straight hair hung down past her shoulders. Her glasses were gone too revealing her beautiful face. Ken was furious though with her because the seams of her stockings weren't straight.

"Put your stockings on properly," he ordered, flicking her bare ass sharply with a riding crop.

As she bend down to do this he cracked the crop across her right breast. She winced with the pain. When she stood up again she looked a lot neater, and Ken inspected her minutely.

"Turn around slowly so I can look at you properly," he commanded.

She did as she was told. He ordered her to bend over and from behind probed her open cunt with his riding crop.

"To the cross," he bid, motioning to a large wooden , X shaped, structure against the wall.

She walked to it and when she was there he inserted a gag into her mouth. When it was tied securely behind her head he told her to turn around.

"Let's test it out and see what we can hear. I don't want to hear any of your pathetic crying." So saying he brought the riding crop down on her left breast, this time much harder than before. She screamed in agony. "It needs tightening," he said, and did it up one more notch on the leather strap at the back of her head. "Now go to the cross and face me."