Senior Diary

Thursday

Was really curious if Beets would wake me up with her mouth, and was tempted to stay in bed. Instead, I got my envelopes ready for the mail…ART, Drew, and Tory all got a copy of the pictures and an explanation…they all know everyone involved, all have grudges against Betsy or at least one or more of the St.*** lacrosse elite, and all live somewhere else now. Took the dog for a walk and mailed my insurance.

Feeling pretty good about my precautions, I decided I really wanted to watch her strip in front of me. The more I get into this, the more I realize just how much I dig the humiliation factor. The total control is a definite turn-on, but the watching the war of emotions across her face is the real rush.

Right at ten, she comes in the back door. I was having a cup of coffee, mid-sip, and she stopped when she saw me. Slowly shut the door, and stood there staring at me, breathing kinda hard, arms crossed across her chest. After a small eternity, she started, "I talked to Suzanne, and she said Barbara would fix it with Tucker so I don’t have to do this anymore. She also said you should give me all the pictures and the negatives, and nothing else would happen."

Pretty scary thought, to tell you the truth, those guys are legendary for the bad stuff that happens to people who cross them. Had to go all the way, though, the US Mail already has my ante, so too late to back down. "That’s fine. You should know that I mailed three envelopes this morning. Each one to someone you know, each one with an explanation of what’s going on. Each one knows what to do with the pictures if anything happens to me."

"I’ll go ahead and tell you that one set went to Drew, and one set went to Tory. Since Drew’s not real fond of Barbara over the way she broke up with him for Tucker, and Tory’s no fan of yours for the way you always teased him about his weight, both should enjoy the hell out of fucking up her – and your universe. The third set, including the negatives, is also on its way somewhere else. I’ll let you just wonder where they’ve gone." Waved the set I had with me at her.

"Now, I believe I was pretty specific about what you were supposed to do when you got here this morning." She stood there, and once again time spun into itself…have to get some shrooms and dwell for awhile on the almost altered state I get…almost like a spectator…watching her contemplate the various evils…watching myself feel the shame and thrill…Holden Caufield gets a vicious libido vs. Chester the Molester contemplates a conscience…

After another eternity, she started to cry. "I…I need to call Suzanne. I’m supposed to call her on Barbara’s phone after I talk to you." "Fine. If you think it’s going to change anything, go ahead." I pointed at the phone. I didn’t move, so she had to reach around me to dial. "Barbara? It’s me. I told him, and he told me…told me…." she broke down in sobs. I took the phone from her.

"Barbara?" I started. "Listen, you son of a bitch, you cut the crap right now and give Betsy all the pictures, or you have no idea the hurt that’s gonna come your way." I sat there, fairly confident about my position, held the phone away from my ear so Beets could hear her reading me the most vile string of crap I’ve ever heard. Little bitch sat there staring at me with a look of total satisfaction. After Barbara wound down, I spoke back up. "Fine, now here’s something for you to think about."

"This morning, I mailed three sets of pictures. One set went to a guy who used to live here in the neighborhood. Betsy was always pretty rough on him. The second set went to your old buddy Drew at college. You know he and I go back a ways, and we both know a chance to fuck with you is right up his alley. The third set went to someone else, along with the negatives. I’ll just say he has as more reason to mess with all of you than either of the others. Anything happens to me, at least one of them will get the word. Then it’s not up to me any more."

LONG silence. "Bastard" "Fine. But you’re gonna leave this bastard alone, and so are all your buddies. Unless you wanna explain how the pussy-licking Beets here gave up her cherry to your sister and a wooden prick they got from you. The light and shadow from black and white film make it all look so much more…seedy" More silence. Finally, "What do you want?" "First off, you reign in the assholes. I have any problems, and the game’s up." "OK" "Second, explain to Betsy how things are." "Done."

"Third, your little sister’s in these pictures too. I think she should spend the night over here Saturday night, so we can come to an understanding as well." Long pause. Betsy staring at me from my end, mouth hanging wide open. Barbara hissed," you can’t be serious." "Sure as shit. And you can explain to her that there’s lots riding for you AND her on my being happy. Another pause. "But Tucker’s party is Saturday, and they both really have to be there."

"Yeah, I heard." "Heard what?" Figured I’d hold at least a few cards back, so I blew past her. "Heard there was a party. Tell you what…she can spend the night with Betsy Friday night, and then they’re both yours on Saturday." Another million years. Finally, "Alright. I’ll tell Tucker to leave you alone." "And?" "And Sue will be there Friday night."

All hell broke loose on the other end of the phone. Heard the two of them yelling at each other, Barbara got the last word in, something to the effect of, "if I could do something I would, but he’s really fucking got his shit together." She came back on the line. "OK." "Good. Now, in a minute, I want you to explain things to Beets. But first, there’s one more thing."

"What’s that?" In for a penny and all that, I decided to go for the gold. "You just threw a whole raft of shit at me, and you’ve always pretty much treated me like shit. I really think you should plan on making it up to me sometime in the near future." (she’s got that Leslie-Anne Warren looking thing going, and I’m not alone in getting an instant hard around her…something she’s aware of and has always used pretty blatantly) "You can’t be serious." "Try me. I’m sure you’ll decide I’m being more than reasonable." Finally, "OK."

"Good." I handed the phone to Betsy, and went off to the head. Had to get myself together. Can’t BELIEVE I got away with it. Really thought I’d gone too far. When I got back to the kitchen, there was my now-favorite neighbor, standing right where I left her, hands clenched at her sides, head down. "I do believe I gave you pretty specific instructions, slave," I said, "and there’s a little matter of the fact that you didn’t obey your orders immediately when you came in. As well as your attitude when you got here. I think you’ve definitely earned a spanking already. I’ve given my share of pink bellies, but never a pink bottom."

Slowly, her hands slid to her waist, and her shorts made their way down her thighs and fell to the floor. Without stepping out of them, she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and dropped it. As she reached behind to unhook her bra, I said, "do you know what we are going to do this morning?" "No," she whispered. "No, Sir." A pause, then she looked up at me and clenched her jaw a few times. Finally, "no, Sir." We stared at each other for a second or two, she looked back at the floor, bent down, and with a sigh the panties were in a ball with her shorts around her ankles.

She stood there head down, shivering, arms stiff at her sides, hands balling into fists and straightening back out. "First, did you and Barbara get anything settled?" "She said I had to do what you want. your mouth and my cock are gonna pick up where they left off yesterday. Then, you’re going to tell me about the rest of these pictures. When we’re done, I’m going to give you a choice."

"What choice?" "You’re going to ask me to fuck you or spank you." "I…I…you…I…" "We’ll let that go for now. Come here." She stepped out of her shorts and crossed the few feet to me. I sat at the counter and said, "What did I tell you about your clothes when you came in?" "I’m sup…supposed to strip as soon as I come in." "And what are you supposed to do with them?" A couple of beats…."Folded on the counter." "Where are they?" "But you didn’t give me a chance!"

"What chance? You should fold each piece as you take it off. Get dressed." Lit a cig and watched as she moved to obey. When she was dressed, I said, "now, go back out, come back in, and do it properly." She stood there, staring at me. "I could have you strip BEFORE you come in. Would you prefer that?" Out the door like a shot. A few secs later, she was coming back in the door.

She closed the door, and stood at the end of the counter. Slowly the t-shirt came back off and was folded on the counter. Everything else followed, and she stood there, staring at the floor. I could see her biting her lower lip as the waves of pink and red swept all over her. INTENSE thrill of power having someone in such complete control.

"Come here." Back in front of me, I couldn’t resist. "Legs spread wide, hands behind your head." DEEP blush as she stood there, staring at the floor, completely exposed. Didn’t say anything for a few minutes, just finished my smoke, took my coffee cup to the sink, then crossed back to her. Walked a slow full circle around her, not touching her. Slow parade of tears reappeared on her cheeks.

Just then, the phone rang and we both jumped a mile. "Tory! Man, how are you?" Can’t believe this…if he could only see what I was looking at. Sat back down facing Beets, and Tory and I shot the shit for a few. Turns out, his aunt and uncle are having their 25th this coming weekend, and Tory gets home late tonight. He’ll give me a call tomorrow morning. We hung up, and I turned my full attention back to my naked neighbor. Reaching out, I lifted a tear off her cheek with my finger, then slowly coated her left nip with it.

Slight gasp, but she didn’t move. Stood back up, ran my hands up and down her sides, across her back, reached down with my left hand to grab her ass, slid my right hand down to her crotch. "Which are you going to choose, slave? My belt here – patting her butt – or my cock here – slid my finger right inside her." She tried to pull away, but my other hand on her ass kept her from getting away. "Remember who this belongs to, slave." She stopped struggling and really started crying.

"Why are you doing this to me? I’ve never been any more than the brat from next door to you." "That’s not true. When you were in first grade, I paid you a dollar to take off all your clothes." "Oh, God." Let’s see…she’s naked, my finger’s inside her, it’s all against her will, she blushes all the way to her belly button, and I swear she got wetter around my finger!

"But nothing else since. Why this?" "I’m going to show you something. When I let you go, I want you to go SLOWLY upstairs ahead of me. You can put your arms down, but you cannot use them to cover yourself. When we get to the top of the stairs, go into my parents’ room."

I took my hands away, and after another eternity of staring at each other, she slowly lowered her arms to her sides. She wasn’t crying anymore, but she was panting softly and her cheeks were splotched and wet. Breathless, I got up and pointed to the dining room. As we walked past the mirror over the sideboard, the reflection was something I wish I could have saved forever.

My naked prisoner marching to her fate. I’ve never even DREAMED of being this turned on. Neither of us said a word as I followed her upstairs. Inside, I was going a mile a minute….can’t even believe the way this is turning out! When we got to my parents’ room, she stopped. "Close your eyes until I tell you," I said, closing the door behind us.

Making sure her eyes were shut, I turned her around so she was facing the full-length mirror on the back of the door. I pulled her arms behind her back, and pulled her wrists up so she could grab each elbow with the opposite hand. "Spread your legs." I watched her pause, blush yet again, then slowly shift her feet so they were about three feet apart. "Wider. Until I tell you to stop."

She blushed deeper, then shifted her feet apart until it was probably a little uncomfortable. I just stared at our reflection. Could it ever get any better? "Don’t move," I whispered. Still behind her, I let go of her wrists and slid my hands up her arms, across her shoulders, and down to cup each breast. A sharp gasp from her and she blushed a deep red yet again. I toyed with each nip until it started to harden.

  Keeping my eyes on her face, I moved my right hand down across her belly, feeling another sharp intake from her. As I put my finger back inside her, I felt her whole body go tense. At the same time, she was wet and it went in easily. After a few moments, she started to relax. Staring at the mirror, I whispered, "open your eyes." She did, then they went wide at the scene in front of her. Eyes and lips swollen from crying, tear-stained cheeks, one puckered nipple being toyed with, a finger in her pussy, a slight sheen of sweat on her shoulders.

I watched as she took herself in, then our eyes met in the mirror. She shut them again, and tensed back up. "Look," I whispered, and moved my hands on her. She opened her eyes, and stared at me in the mirror. "Right now, you are the sexiest creature on the planet." She softened a little, still holding my gaze. "Look at yourself. I wish I could take THIS picture. Other than the magic, you have it all over I Dream of Jeannie!" Relaxing a little more, she leaned back into me.

Her eyes wandered down over herself as I watched. She looked back up at me, and blushed again. "You really think I’m OK?" "Beets, I’m gonna tell you something. No matter what happens, when I’m a hundred and in a chair somewhere, this right now will be my favorite memory." She looked down, and after a minute pressed back into me. After a minute, she whispered, "thank you."

By this point, I was about to burst, so I figured I’d put the mirror to more use. Slowly taking my finger out of her, I said quietly, "on you knees, slave." She looked at me with a hurt expression. "Don’t be mean," she whispered. "I’m not being mean, slave, I gave a simple order. If my slave wants to be treated nicely from now on, she will work to make me happy."

She dropped her eyes from our reflection, pulled her feet together, and slowly sank to her knees. I backed up so I could lean against Mom’s dresser – this is wrong on so many levels I don’t know where to start – and started to unbuckle my belt. As I undid my shorts, I said, "come here." Her eyes never left my crotch as she shuffled towards me. Another thrill as her titties bobbed back and forth with each movement.

I guided her around in front of me so I had a good side-on view of us in the mirror. As I pulled my shorts and underwear down, I couldn’t resist. "Made your choice for later yet, slave?" "What….oh. No." "That’s OK, we have time. Now make me happy." I pulled her head towards me, and her mouth opened to take me in again.

She put her left hand on my thigh to steady herself, grasped my shaft with her right, and slowly started bobbing her head back and forth. As we found a rhythm, I stared at her reflection. Once again, the all-summer tan from her one-piece bathing suit gave me a thrill. Brown arms, shoulders, and legs make a pale mid-section so much more naked! To have this vision at my command is, as they say, "from the Land of Pleasant Living."

As I got close, I warned, "just like yesterday, you WILL swallow, slave." She froze for a moment, then started back up. When I came, it was the most intense I’ve ever known. I closed my eyes, put my head back, and went with it. Felt like my feet were trying to curl under on themselves, and I would have fallen down if I wasn’t leaning against something.

As I slowed down, Betsy was still bracing herself against my thigh, and I could see her shoulders heave as she controlled her gags. Gotta hand her this much, as much as she wants to fight, when it counts she’s working hard to obey! I reached down to touch her hair, and she looked up at me with watering eyes. "That was very nice, slave." She blushed, but continued to look at me. "Let’s go back down, and I’ll let you get dressed so we can sit out back and talk about the rest of the pictures.

Back in the kitchen, she had no sooner gotten dressed when we heard Mom’s car in the driveway. "Out the front door." I pushed her towards the hall. As we went through the living room, I stashed the contact sheets under the cushions in the love seat. As she went out the door, I grabbed her, turned her around, kissed her on the mouth, and said, "don’t forget, slave, we have unfinished business." She stared at me for a sec, whispered, "yes, Sir," and was gone.

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