She Had to Know Pt. 02 by Lordshark

She Had to Know Pt. 02 by Lordshark

This is the Female half of the writers that use this name. This is my second stand alone try. Again, no one of the editors wanted to help, so I tried AI to edit again. I know some will hate, some will find errors, all I can say is this is supposed to be read for enjoy, not as something to hate on.

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PART 2

11 days later

At 3:30 A.M., my phone binged with a text. It was Veronica. This was utterly unexpected and, honestly, someone I had written off.

Slut V: Sir, if this slut was already your slut, slave, or submissive, whatever you would call it, would slut be allowed to ask to come over and get spanked hard, then fucked hard?

Me: Why? And yes, if you were one of those.

Slut V: This slut was a bitch at work. I got called in to assist in an emergency surgery. Well, that is not entirely true. I was called in as I understood they were short-handed. It was actually for an emergency surgery. I yelled at my best friend and OR nurse. I complained about everything. I was horrible. I have slept very little since I visited your place. Everything is now burned into my head. I need corrective punishment like the girl you hurt your shoulder on. I understand her point of view better. Please, Sir. This slut does not understand. I mean, I even call myself a slut which is unheard of in my mind, but there it is. You forced something to surface, and it clicked over something. Slut needs to be punished, then go from there.

Me: Where are you at right now, slut.

Slut V: I am at a Convenience store getting coffee. The one across from the Medical Center.

Me: Can you read emails on your phone?

Slut V: Yes, Sir.

Me: Good. Stay there and wait.

I sent her an email that laid out the following for the night.

If you come over for punishment, the same procedure as this past evening at the door. Once naked, you will go straight to the playroom and state why you are there and what you wish me to do. You will need to be reasonably specific. Before you come in the house, you will remove your panties and bra. You also will shave your pussy bare. If you show up with hair, I will send you home. What do you have in your go-bag for clothing? I understand you all have go-bags for extra clothing in the doctor’s bunk room.

Fifteen minutes passed, and then my phone binged. It was a simple answer on the first one: “Slut understand and will comply, Sir.”

Then the second one said my go bag is at the MC, and I have no clue what is in there. I packed it last Sunday. I will look as I need to go there for hair removal, Sir.

I replied that if at any point she changes her mind, text.

She texted 10 minutes later: Sir. My go bag has running shorts, a tank top, and a sports bra. It also has a sundress-type thing, running shoes and sandals. Thongs and, for whatever reason, a short cotton nightie.

I told her to bring the nightie, running shorts, and nothing else from her bag. Wear whatever she has on. I then changed that to bring the complete bag as it is.

It took about 45 minutes before my text alert went off. I had given up and drifted off. It was now almost five in the morning.

Slut V: Sir, may I please enter your home for punishment.

Me: Strip and put on only the nightie and wear it all the way to the playroom.

Slut V: Strip in the car or strip inside like before, Sir

Me: In the car, change in there.

I opened the laptop nearby and logged into the security cameras and mics. I could see on my security camera that my last command made her freak a bit, but she did it. Oh my gawd, she was so cute and adorable in the short nightie. Her nightie draped on her in a very sexy manner. It was so short that it barely covered her butt checks or her front pussy area. I decided to have a little fun.

Me: TEXT: I can see you on the security camera. Stop and turn very slowly for me.

I watched as she checked her phone, then looked at the front of the house, startled. I zoomed in enough to get a decent whole body view. She sat down what she was carrying on the hood of her car. Then she did a slow turn, extending her arms out. The benefit of this was it raised the hem of the nightie so more of her butt cheeks showed and a lot of her pussy showed.

Me: TEXT: Wonderful, now lift the front of exposing your cunt completely so I can see how well you complied. Count to twenty, then slowly turn and Expose your ass also. Then, come into the playroom straight away. Drop to your knees as instructed before. Also, no more third-person referrals of self for the remainder of your visit.

I believe this is when she realized I could see her. She took a pose facing the front door. She did some silly poses. As she did this, she slowly slid the nightie up, exposing herself. I could see she had shaved bare. As I sat on my throne-like chair in the playroom naked, my hard-on grew. Knowing she willingly followed some basic instructions was a huge turn-on and bonus point for her. She did a whirling spin and stopped with her back to me. Again she slowly slid the nightie up, revealing her ass. That ass would be getting spanked and flogged shortly.

She straightened up and then tried doing the model walk to the front door. Once she was inside, I texted and said bring everything with you to the playroom. Leave nothing at the front door. She had her ID, phone, and herself when she walked in. Nothing else. I was thinking about how highly trainable she seemed to be. Now, I waited for her to arrive in the playroom.

Slut V: Sir, I am here.

She said this as she closed the playroom door behind her and then stopped, again seeming to be overwhelmed and curious at the same time. Her eyes eventually landed on me in the Throne, naked. I laughed when she gasped, blushed red, and covered her mouth. Her shocked look was priceless. The previous chair had been replaced with an ornate-looking throne, and two other items had been placed towards the center of the room.

Me: Stay

Slut V: Okay Sir?

Me: Did you get the pages on the positions I gave you?

Slut V: Yes.

Me: Then kneeling present position in front of me now slut. (I had renamed some of the positions from a Gorean chart to something someone who had never read the books would understand quicker.)

Slut v: Yes Sir. (This was the Nadu position with slight changes, but I renamed it to kneeling present for her.)

I pointed to a spot with a rug right in front of the Throne. She hurried over and assumed the present position. She carefully laid her phone and ID in front of me.

She looked so beautiful in full submission.

Me: State clearly and with detail why you asked to come here for punishment when you are not even my property to punish.

Slut V: Property? Huh? Sir, I have no real idea why I am doing this, and I do know my status as far as you are concerned. I am just a curious lady who is passing through, but something you said the first time resonated with me tonight. I was called in as backup help in emergency surgery. My surgical nurse, I always work with and she is a dear friend. Well, I was a complete bitch to her and, well, everyone else. I yelled at them and insulted them. I was stressed, and my mind had been elsewhere.

Me: Explain where.

She was beginning to squirm.

Me: Remove your nightie, fold it, and lay it before you. Maybe this humiliation will make you more compliant.

Now, this is just a psych job. She had already been naked in front of me, but planting the idea that she was supposed to feel humiliated now. Well, it just works on most ladies. It seemed to for her also. She blushed bright red and struggled to take the nightie off.

Me: Hurry. I do not have all night. Remember you called me, woke me, and asked to be here.

This motivated her amazingly enough. I was beginning to think I really do have a winner here.

Slut V: Yes, Sir, you are right, Sir. You said this other professional comes to get punished when she has been a screw-up. That the punishment, in a way, sets her free. I need that desperately right now. I know I hurt Mallory a lot tonight. The surgery was going perfectly. But, you see, I could not get the demo and everything we talked about off my mind. I gave in and snuck into my home office while the family slept and was masturbating to your words, one of the porns on the list, and my mental images when the call came. I was on the verge of a very large orgasm. Something my hubby has not given me in a very long time. I had to stop, answer the phone, and then leave. I was very frustrated and wet and needy, and I took it out on them.

Me: So where is Mallory right at this point?

Slut V: May I check my phone, Sir? She might still be on duty.

I just nodded yes. She picked up her phone, did some things, and then replaced it as it was.

Slut V: She should be in the lounge waiting to get off work in thirty minutes. Sir.

Me: Okay slut. To start your punishment, you will call her and apologize profusely. Then you will answer any of her questions honestly but only as far as it will not hurt your relationship, but you will let her know how sorry you are. Is that understandable?

Slut V: Now Sir?

I nodded yes. She reached for her phone and placed a call.

Slut V: Mal, this is your idiot doctor friend. I know you should feel that way. Yes, I am very very sorry. I was out of line, and I need you to know I was frustrated about something else, and getting called in made me be a fucking bitch. Ah, well, ah, are you sure you want to know? It is kinda weird and sexual and all.

I got up, walked to the wall to the side of the Throne, and pulled a soft deer hide flogger off its hook. I then got a broad-tipped riding crop. Lastly, I picked up a tray that had some clamps in it. I slowly returned and laid this all on the table next to the bench in the center of the room. She was still trying to decide how much to tell, stalling as much as she could by apologizing again.

Slut V: Okay, okay, let me just blurt it out. I was in the middle of masturbating while fantasizing about being with some guy I met in the clinic, a BDSM sex slave. He was spanking me and calling me names. Three more minutes, and I would have had my first orgasm in eight months. I was still wet and turned on when I got there and was told to prep for surgery. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but mine. I am so sorry. How can I make it up besides just saying I am sorry? Uh-huh, ahem, gee, ah, can I think about that? I think it might be possible, but then again. Wow, wow. Okay. Have a good rest of the day.