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  “And that’s it? You’re punishing yourself because of the way that you booted Andy out? Lying to the police and all? When you could have giving him a chance to reform?”

  Rob didn’t get it, but I understood the woman perfectly. Her husband had been too kind, too gentle with her, and she had felt nothing but contempt for him. She needed a bad boy and had thought that she had found one in her lover. Instead, when he had turned out to be a good guy, too, apart from having an affair with a married woman, she dumped his ass. I understood perfectly how she wanted to be treated and would make damn sure that Rob treated her exactly the way that she wanted.

  “No. He got all the chances that he needed to reform during the year that we were together. When it’s over, it’s over. There are no second chances. That’s my creed and I stick to it. No, I’m just telling you all this so that you’ll understand how much emotional turmoil I’ve been through over the past few years. That’s why I gained the weight.”

  “The weight?”

  “Yeah. You can see how fat and sloppy I am.”

  The woman was anything but fat. She looked perfectly normal to Rob so he said so. “You don’t look fat to me. You look fine.”

  The woman didn’t look back at him. She pushed against the bottom of one of her breasts to plump it up. “I’m gross. I gained twelve pounds in three weeks. These jeans fit perfectly the last time I wore them and now my ass is almost bursting out of them. When I gained ten pounds, I made the bra. I’m pretty handy and it was easy enough to buy the basic leather bra and add the thumbtacks and lock. The trickiest part was modifying the leather straps in the back so that I can’t slip it off my shoulders once it’s locked in place. And all the straps are reinforced with tempered steel cables in pocket hems. It can be cut off, but it’d take serious tools to do it.” She sounded proud of herself.

  Rob didn’t blame her. It sounded like she had done a great job of constructing the punishment bra. In his experience, most women wouldn’t have had the skill to do it.

  She continued her confession. “I told myself that if I gained one more pound, I’d make myself wear it. I knew that it would hurt like hell to have to shove my big, fat tits into the cups and lock it on for a whole day. I gained two pounds this week so I locked it on this morning. I was right about the pain. Having to wear it all day hurt like hell.” She paused, then said, “So now you know the whole story. I was an emotional wreck and it made me eat too much and now I’m getting myself back on track. You can be sure that I’m going to eat less this week so I don’t have to go this again next Saturday. That's it. That's my big confession so you can give me back my shirt now.”

  I began typing furiously into the Skype chat window, hoping that Rob would look at his screen before he gave the woman’s shirt back to her. This woman’s story was skewed and he shouldn’t take it at face value. He could have more fun by giving her what she really wanted than by giving her what she was asking for.

  I needn’t have worried. Rob couldn’t stop himself from looking at his computer screen every time he walked past his desk. He began following my instructions as I typed them.

  “What’s your name?” he asked the woman.

  “Suzie.”

  “Well, Suzie, I understand where you’re at, but I have to say, I’m a little disappointed in you.”

  “Why?” She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. It was the first time since she began her ‘confession’ that she had shown him her face.

  “You were right to punish your tits, but that’s not the only fat part of you, is it?” He made his voice sound stern in accordance with my instructions.

  “No,” she said, hesitantly.

  “Your ass deserves punishment as well, doesn’t it?”

  “I guess so.” Her voice was soft and trembled slightly. She could see where this was leading.

  “You know so. That’s why you really came here. You set yourself up so that you'd find someone who would not only unlock your bra but would also punish your fat ass.”

  She did not answer.

  “What kind of punishment do you think your ass deserves?”

  She looked down at the bra in her hands. “I don’t know,” she said quietly.

  “I think you know exactly what it deserves. It deserves a good, firm spanking, doesn’t it?”

  “I guess so.”

  “You know so. You’re going to drop your pants and bend over my desk and receive chastisement for every pound you gained in the last two weeks.”

  She said nothing but Rob could see her ears turn red as she contemplated the further humiliation that was inevitable now that it had been voiced.

  Rob waited patiently for her to comply.

  After a minute, she stood up and walked around to the side of the desk. He watched while she unbuckled her belt, unsnapped and unzipped her pants, and pulled them down to her knees.

  “Panties, too.” I had told him to show no mercy.

  She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down to join her jeans, revealing a neatly-trimmed crotch. Then she folded her arms across the papers on his desk and bent over until her head was resting on her forearms and her butt was sticking high in the air.

  Rob stepped into the proper position to deliver the chastisement that she needed. Her ass was not nearly as large as she claimed; it was considerably smaller than Jennifer-Lopez-sized and there's nothing wrong with J.Lo’s ass, either. Nonetheless, this woman's round smooth cheeks were begging for a beating. He used his open hand to begin delivering hard, steady strokes. Her fleshy globes bounced and jiggled with every stroke. The woman began gasping and then whimpering after a half dozen swats. Rob's hand was burning after he hit her a couple of dozen times so he stopped.

  He was as hard as a stick of wood and said, “Now both your tits and ass have been taken care of, but you know where the real problem lies, don’t you.”

  “Where?” she asked.

  “Your mouth. The real problem is what you put in your mouth, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she said, casting her eyes down in shame.

  “I'm going to give you a chance to put something in your mouth that's a lot better for both of us than cake and chips. You’ve been teasing me since you came into my office so you can get down on your knees, undo my pants and take care of me.”

  Rob didn’t trust my judgment. He fully expected that she would tell him to fuck off and threaten to call the police if he didn’t return her clothing immediately, And, if she did that, he'd return her shirt instantly.

  He didn’t understand what kind of woman he was dealing with. He was astounded when she dropped to her knees and meekly began unbuckling his belt. In less than two minutes, he was cumming in her mouth. “Go ahead and swallow it,” he gasped. “It’s the least fattening thing you’ve eaten all week.”

  She swallowed every drop.

  Rob was a virgin no longer.

  “Now you’ve gotten everything that you deserve,” he said as he unlocked his desk and retrieved her shirt. As he gave it back to her, he asked. “What do you weight?”

  “One thirty-two,” she said, looking down at the buttons that she was fastening over her naked breasts.

  “Okay,” he said. “Come back here one week from today. If you weigh one thirty or less, I’ll take you out for a nice dinner. If you weigh even an ounce more than one thirty, then you better have your bra locked on and be bringing something for me to use to paddle you. Understand?”

  She nodded meekly.

  Her unrestrained breasts bounced and swayed most agreeably under the flannel shirt as she walked out of his office.

  The following Saturday at four o’clock, Rob was again sitting at his computer, typing up a storm. This time, though, Skype was already open connected to a discrete camera surveying the office from its vantage point in the corner by the window. There was a decent quality microphone hidden by a crumpled paper on his desk. If Suzie showed up, I would be able to see and hear everything that hap
pened.

  When Rob and I had discussed the likelihood that she would be back, Rob, normally an optimist, was pessimistic. He did not see why she would volunteer for another painful and humiliating punishment session. He reasoned that she had probably lost the weight or, even if she had gained weight, would simply stay away. There was no reason for her to come today. I, on the other hand, normally a pessimist, was optimistic about this one. Few women, maybe less than ten percent, were bent the way that Suzie was bent. But she had proven that she was bent more than a little bit. She was one of the rare few who was so twisted that her needs had driven her to seek out a stranger who would dominate and humiliate her. Her need would not go away in a week. I was sure that she would show up.

  Suzie arrived at exactly four o’clock. Her masochism included a compulsive streak. I could see that she was carrying a canvas bag when she stepped into Rob’s office and closed the door behind her. She stood in the middle of his office, waiting for him to speak first.

  Rob knew she had arrived but did not look at her. He typed, “She’s here.”

  “I see her. Keep working for a few minutes. Make her wait on your convenience,” I typed back.

  “I’ll be with you as soon as I finish this,” he told her.

  She said nothing, just stood impassively.

  He typed for a few minutes longer before pushing himself back from his keyboard. “I’ve almost finished writing my thesis proposal. I’m proposing to design a virus-proof computer. I don’t know why the computer companies haven’t done it already. It’s not rocket science. You just build a computer so that won’t execute any code without your knowledge and permission. My design will be based on three principles. First, the operating system will be installed on read-only media. I’m proposing to put the operating system on a separate hard drive with the write signal routed through a locked switch. To update the operating system, the user has to use a key to physically unlock the drive. That way, malware can’t install a root kit surreptitiously. The second principle is that applications software is monitored by the secure operating system and, if it is ever modified, is reinstalled automatically from a write-protected source. I’m proposing a second write-locked drive for the applications sources to ensure their integrity. That way, malware can’t hide in an application program for more than a brief time. The third principle is that data is never executable. It’s execrable that anyone ever created a way for code to be executed from data. I mean, who really uses macros in documents, anyway? If something needs to be executed, it should be an explicit and anticipated function of a known application.”

  Suzie listened patiently to Rob’s nerdish rambling. I don’t know if she understood a single word that he was saying but, if she accepted that she deserved to suffer the pain of the punishment bra, then she could chalk up Rob’s lecture as part of her punishment.

  Rob, on the other hand, appeared oblivious to her distress. He was delighted to have a woman standing and pretending to listen while he rambled on about the details of his design proposal. For another quarter hour, he talked at her, telling her about checksums for executable files, public key encryption of data, and secure socket layers for software registration servers. By the time he was finished, Suzie was whimpering softly and her eyes were dripping tears. I did not know if it was the punishment bra or the constant stream of tedious words that hurt her the most.

  Finally, he said, “How much do you weight today?”

  “One thirty one. I lost only one pound, not the two that you wanted.”

  “You’re wearing your bra, then?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whimpered.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes, sir. It hurts like hell.”

  “Good.” He continued to follow the script that I had designed for him. “You deserve to be punished for failing to lose two pounds as I instructed.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “What have you brought for me to use?”

  She drew a leather paddle from the canvas bag that she was holding. “I don’t deserve the mercy of a hand spanking. I will submit to a paddle if you wish to use it.”

  “I do,” he replied.

  I typed, “Don’t get carried away. Start light and work up slowly to a moderate strength. She thinks that she wants more pain than she really does. It should sting enough for her to know that she’s being punished, but not so much that she will be afraid to come back next week.”

  The camera was good enough that I could see him glance at the screen, then nod slightly.

  Suzie thought that the nod was directed at her and held the paddle out to him.

  “Take off your clothing.”

  She began unbuttoning her sweater. This time she was wearing angora and a pleated skirt. She looked much sexier than last time. In a minute, she had stripped completely but for the black leather bra. She could not remove that item.

  “Bend over the desk.”

  As the previous week, she bent over the desk, resting her head on her arms. Rob noticed that her leather-clad breasts were hanging clear of the surface. “All the way over. Press your chest against the desktop.”

  She whimpered piteously as she bent further, pushing the tack-lined cups hard against her tender nipples. Rob began striking her ass with the paddle. I was surprised to see that he had a natural talent for spanking. He warmed her up with a few light strokes then began hitting her with solid thwacks that reddened her cheeks but were not so hard that they lost their erotic character. He struck her with slow, measured strokes so that she reflexively bounced off the desktop and then had to press her tits back against the hard surface. I suspected that her tits were hurting more than her ass by the time he finished. That was good. She clearly liked having her tits tortured. I was not surprised. She had large, uncommonly well-formed breasts and men had been paying more attention to her chest than to her face or any other part of her anatomy since puberty. Some women invest a surprising amount of their identity in their breasts, developing a fetish for them.

  When he was finished the spanking, he said, “Would you prefer to receive my cock in your mouth or cunt?”

  She looked back at him over her shoulder and said, “Please use my cunt, sir.”

  “As you wish.” He kept her bent over his desk while he entered her doggie style.

  To my surprise, she came in that position. I’ve never been able to come without direct clitoral stimulation, but I suspect that the agonizing pain in her breasts caused by him pressing on her back with his hands as he drove into her was what really brought her to a climax. She was definitely a rare breed of woman.

  When he finally let her stand up and unlocked her bra, there were a couple of drops of blood on her breasts; two or three thumbtacks had been pressed so hard that they had penetrated her skin. She looked down and flinched when she saw the blood. I typed a warning to him to be more careful next time. She wasn’t the kind of woman who would want to accumulate scars on her tits.

  Rob glanced at the screen and saw my warning. “In the future, I expect you to tell me if you feel damage to your breasts. We have to take care of those lovely things.”

  “Yes, sir,” she sighed.

  He pulled a new digital bathroom scale from a shopping bag beside his file cabinet. “We need to keep an official record of your weight. Step on this.”

  The scale registered one twenty nine. He said, “You should like this scale. It weighs a little lighter than yours.” He marked a dot on a piece of graph paper that was already pinned to his bulletin board. “You have to lose nine pounds. Come back here next week at nine in the morning for your next official weekly weighing. If you weigh more than one twenty seven, you’ll spend eight hours in your punishment bra and receive another paddling. But if you meet your goal, then you’ll have a comfortable day and I’ll treat you to a nice dinner. I advise you to eat sparingly during the week. You can get dressed now.”

  The soft angora sweater looked delightful when she pulled it tight across her large naked breasts but, as pe
r my advice, Rob didn’t linger to enjoy the view; he returned to his keyboard and began typing again, not even answering when she said, “Goodbye, sir,” as she left the office.

  During the next few weeks, Suzie occasionally met her goals, but failed more than twice as often as she succeeded. Her weight dropped a little but tended to bounce up and down around one twenty five, which was actually fairly light for her height. Even though she continued to insist that she was fat, she really didn’t need to lose another ounce. I couldn’t tell if she was really suffering from body image dysmorphia or if she merely needed an excuse to be punished. I suspected the latter. Women who were truly dysmorphic suffered from far more severe problems than Suzie. I could see no sign of anorexia or bulimia.

  Rob became more imaginative in his punishments and that helped hold Suzie’s attention. I gave him my best advice, but he often exceeded my expectations in both ingenuity and execution. Though somewhat compulsive, Suzie did not exhibit full-blown OCD; she preferred surprises rather than slavish adherence to routine. Rob’s variations began with tack-lined leather hot pants and assorted butt plugs but soon graduated to other things. Who would have guessed that steel wool could be used so effectively? Suzie also made occasional suggestions. Personally, I thought that lining her punishment bra with thistles was over the top and Rob agreed. It was her idea and she suffered it for a full hour but she couldn’t leave Rob’s office because she was crying constantly. She spent the last half hour begging for release. I noticed that she never offered to do that again and he knew better than to ask.

  Rob continued to force her to endure conversations with him while bound in various ways but he soon lost interest in talking about computers. At my suggestion, he began making her talk about herself. When that topic was exhausted, I turned him towards current events. He soon developed strong opinions about politics, economics, and even current literature, partly shaped by Suzie’s more mature experience and knowledge.