Allison Goes Back to School A Cult Pastor Chronicles Story by Tiny Tommy Copyright© 2018 by Tiny Tommy Chapter 4 I took Christine to deliver the money she raised to Mr. Ramsey. All eyes were on her as I helped her walk across the office. Her cute romper was covered in cum stains. Trails of cum seeped down her legs. She reeked of stale sex. Still, most of my coworkers leered lustfully as she walked past. “Your internship will be expanded to include sales next week. We have an important prospect visiting us, and you will be involved in the negotiations for that deal. Sales can involve presenting information in a way that is most appealing to the prospect. Both of you will have a role in shaping that information to fit this client. Christine became incorrigible when her parents divorced. You became her legal guardian. She attends a very strict school that makes frequent use of corporal punishment.” “That last part is certainly true.” “The most convincing fabrications always contain enough truth to appear plausible. The back story we will all follow is that earlier this year, I found highly embarrassing porn on your computer. This would be grounds for being fired, disfellowshipped from your church, and almost certainly divorced. Instead, I chose to blackmail you. I knew about your niece. As a large donor to the school, I arranged for her to be an intern here. You have no choice except to allow me to do whatever I wish to Christine. Christine has such a tarnished history that even if she were to tell someone, they wouldn’t believe her. She is my play toy. I can do whatever I want with her.” “Why the elaborate story?” “First, it establishes me as a powerful man. It also allows the prospect to feel a sense of dominance. Finally, it helps prevent questions about why the two of you would allow this to happen. Will you both play your roles next week?” “Of course, we will. Anything to help the company.” Allison arrived at the office on Monday in a dark blue jumper and white polo shirt, which is the uniform for elementary grades. She wore a breast binder that completely flattened her already tiny tits. A French braid with a ribbon and awkward glasses completed the look. My wife looked young enough that she could realistically be my preteen daughter rather than the teenage niece she was pretending to be. Mr. Ramsey was impressed. “I didn’t realize that you could look any younger, but you have outdone yourself. I’m certain this prospect will be enthralled. They are due here any moment.” Minutes later, three middle-aged Japanese businessmen entered the building. “Christine, please escort our visitors to my office.” “Pleased to finally meet you, Mr Ramsey.” “Glad you could come to our office. I have planned a combination of business and entertainment. Christine, please prepare drinks for our visitors. Does everyone want coffee?” Everyone wanted coffee. Christine left to prepare the coffee while Mr. Ramsey and the visitors began creating an outline on the whiteboard. Mr. Saito interjected a question about Christine. “Isn’t the girl too young to be an employee?” “Christine is an intern from a local private school, but she is much older than she appears today. I encouraged her that instead of trying to look more grown-up for our meetings, she should put effort into looking young. She clearly embraced my instructions.” “So she will be part of all of our meetings?” “That is my plan unless you object. I believe the exposure is important.” “I agree. More girls should take an interest in business.” Christine returned with a tray of fresh coffee. The coffee was excellent, but Mr. Ramsey pretended that it wasn’t so that he could spank Christine and set the expectations for the remainder of the meeting. “Young lady, this coffee is awful. You should know better than to serve something to guests that you haven’t already verified tastes acceptable. I’m disappointed that I have to do this in front of our guests. Bring the strap from my closet and lean over the desk.” Christine retrieved the 18” long leather strap attached to a wooden handle and handed it to Mr. Ramsey. The strap was thick leather, about an inch wide. She knew from experience that it could leave some nasty welts. Christine bent over his desk and raised her jumper above her waist while she waited for the punishment to start. She knew he would want her panties off, but he often liked to remove them himself. So she waited with her colorful Disney princess panties on display. “If any of you aren’t satisfied with your coffee, you may punish her too.” “Is that legal?” “Because she is here on an official internship through the local school, this is technically an extension of the school, and any school rules apply here. Spanking is widely used for all grades at the school. Even if she were as young as she presented herself today, it would still be legal. In addition, her uncle is her legal guardian. He is in the room with us and can approve or halt any disciplinary action. We are doubly covered.” “Why would her uncle allow this?” “I’ll let him explain.” “The answer isn’t simple. I believe that firm, what some people in society today would call severe, discipline is needed for kids to develop into responsible adults. This seems especially true of girls. If Christine had been properly spanked when she was younger, she probably wouldn’t have developed into such an incorrigible child that her Mom gave up on her and asked the court to make me her legal guardian. But Mr. Ramsey also has leverage over me. IT found some highly embarrassing porn on my work computer earlier this year. Mr. Ramsey threatened to expose me if I didn’t do everything he asked for the next 12 months. He pointed out that if I didn’t agree, he would have me fired. It would be nearly impossible to find another job when employers found out why I lost this one. I would be humiliated in front of my friends, disfellowshipped from my church, and divorced. He knew about my niece and arranged for her to be an intern here. I agreed that he could do whatever he wanted to Christine. With Christine’s past legal troubles, no one would believe her if she tried to report Mr. Ramsey’s excesses.” That explanation provided the opening that all of the men needed to spank Christine. Mr. Ramsey pulled her panties off and ran them through the shredder. “You won’t be needing these the rest of the day.” Christine’s posture provided an outstanding view of her pussy framed by her narrow hips and thin ass. Adding her shaved pussy, it didn’t require much stretching of the imagination to conclude she was an elementary student. “Are we able to take photos?” “On two conditions. First, you will share a copy of every photo with me. Second, you will not post or share these photos with anyone else. There is no protection from the school or legal guardian for pictures.” “Understood.” Pictures were taken before the spanking began. Mr. Ramsey insisted that guests should go first. SMACK! As the oldest of the three, Mr. Ito began. He may have been an older man with a small frame, but he certainly knew how to swing a strap. Christine’s butt displayed a deep red mark. The second swing was just as hard. Others followed quickly. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The spanking was severe enough that Mr. Ramsey was concerned about potentially leaving scars. But he was also concerned about failing to land this critical account. His business concerns won out. He was relieved when Mr. Ito stopped after 25 swats. Christine’s entire ass was dark red with multiple welts where swats overlapped. This matched the most severe spanking Christine had received at his office, and she still had the majority of her punishment coming. He felt a little relief when Mr. Saito suggested that Christine should have 30 minutes of “corner time” before going outside to cut fresh switches for her next punishment. “Excellent suggestions, Mr. Saito.” “Instead of the usual standing with her nose against the wall, I think it would be great for her to kneel on your desk and keep her chest against the desk.” “You heard him, Christine. Hurry up.” In this position, Christine’s blad little pussy was prominently displayed to the men in the office while they returned to talking about the questions they wanted to resolve during the visit. 30 minutes was over rather quickly. Christine went outside to cut switches. She received many knowing looks as she walked back through the office carrying the switches. “Kneel on the desk just like you were before.” The general red hue had faded from her ass. All that remained were a number of welts from overlapping strokes. The quick strikes of the switch left a very different mark. The thin lines of the switch jumped out. Where those lines crossed the welts from the strap or each other, little bits of blood would appear. Christine was sobbing like never before, but held her position and didn’t ask for him to stop. It was hard to judge how many times he struck her with the switch, but it might have been 50. “Grab your butt and spread those cheeks as wide as you can. I’m going to spank you where the strap and switch couldn’t reach.” Christine feared that he meant to spank her pussy with the switch. She was scared that would be too much for her to handle. Despite the fear, she complied. Mr. Saito aimed his strikes for the soft, untouched flesh between the cheeks. Christine wasn’t certain this was any less painful than whipping her pussy would have been. The 10 strokes here were excruciating and left seeping welts. The final stroke was directly on Christine’s anus and caused her to drop to the table. Mr. Suzuki was next. “You deserve some extended exposure time young lady. Undress completely and lay on the desk.” Christine removed the jumper and polo shirt. She paused briefly before removing the tight breast binder revealing her little a-cup titties. “I’m not sure those tiny things make her look any older. I’m used to Japanese women who are usually small, but she would be below average even in our country.” “Lay back and hold your calves under your armpits.” Christine was completely exposed in this position. Mr. Suzuki pinched and pulled on her nipples for a minute before running his fingers along her pussy lips and playing with her clit. He ended by pinching her clit hard. “You will have plenty of time to explore her young body this evening. Let’s get a few more things accomplished before her next round of punishment.” The visitors agreed that despite how enticing Christine was, they had traveled several thousand miles to complete a deal. There was work to be done. As Mr. Ramsey had hoped, all three men appeared motivated to complete business quickly. Lunch arrived before Christine’s exposure time was complete. One lucky staff member had a nice view while he delivered lunch. Christine joined the men and the conversation for lunch but remained naked. “It is time for Mr. Suzuki to commence his punishment. What did you have in mind, sir?” “Do you have a British school cane available?” “I have several options you can choose from.” “Perfect. The young lady’s backside is quite a mess already. I believe that six of the best on the back of the thighs would be appropriate. Lay face down on the desk. I want you to count each one, thank me, and request another.” SMACK! “One. Thank you, sir. May I have another?” Mr. Suzuki applied the cane as hard on her thighs as it had ever been applied to her bottom. Except her thighs don’t have nearly the padding. A deep line appeared. SMACK! “Two. Thank you, sir. May I have another?” A second angry welt started growing beside the first. These had to be extremely painful. It was surprising she could remain in position. SMACK! “Three. Thank you, sir. May I have another?” At this point, Christine had to grab the edges of the desk and squeeze hard to stay in position. Two more blows came down. These cane lines would likely show for days. If not cared for, they could easily scar. Even with regular application of ointment, they still might. SMACK! Finally, the sixth blow was done. “Six. Thank you, sir. May I have another?” “You have completed your six, young lady. Do you really want another?” “I will graciously accept the amount that you would like to apply.” SMACK! “Seven. Thank you, sir. May I have another?” SMACK! “Eight. Thank you, sir. May I have another?” “Since you still have one more person to punish you, I will stop at eight. You should be proud, I have known many young men who were unable to handle eight from the cane without begging for it to end.” Mr. Ramsey couldn’t show weakness in front of these potential customers. He opted for using the ruler on her inner thighs. “Roll over and spread your legs wide. There is only a small area of your lower body that has been untouched so far.” With that explanation, Mr. Ramsey applied the first strike with the ruler a little above Christine’s right knee. The mark wasn’t as prominent as he had hoped. He swung even harder at the same sport on her left thigh. That mark was much better. Alternating legs, he worked his way up her thigh. Mr. Ramsey hadn’t planned on spanking Christine’s pussy. As he reached the top of her thighs, he changed plans. A few hard swats on her pussy would demonstrate that he was the equal to his future customers. He convinced himself that the decision was completely about the business benefits. SMACK! The first strike to Christine’s pussy was as hard as any of the ones to her thigh. She screamed, put her legs together, and turned on her side. “I’m not counting any strokes where you don’t stay in position. If it happens again, I will also whip your little titties.” Christine rolled back into position. Her boss didn’t let up. He applied five more hard strokes with the ruler on her sensitive pussy. Each time, she briefly drew her legs together before quickly spreading them again. “May we inspect the results of your work?” “Of course, take your time.” All three men used this as an opportunity to run their fingers along and between Christine’s pussy lips and play with her clit. Her arousal response was heightened. They were happy to verify this by finger fucking her. The attention was enough that she had an intense orgasm. “Do you have some ointment or lotion available? We should put some on her so that she doesn’t scar.” “There is cream in my top desk drawer that will limit the bruising and prevent scarring.” Mr. Ito applied the cream with great diligence. He gently applied cream to every area of Christine’s body with an indication of a mark or discoloration. Christine put her school jumper uniform back on, including re-binding her small breasts until they disappeared. The men were ready for afternoon coffee. She made it exactly the same. “The coffee is excellent this time. Your intern appears to be a fast learner.” Christine participated in the conversations for the rest of the afternoon. All of the men present were impressed by the depth of insight displayed in her questions and comments. The details of the deal were all resolved that afternoon. As they concluded, Mr. Ito suggested that Christine should have another application of the protective cream. His colleagues took just as much care in applying the cream as he had. Anything less would be disgraceful. “Christine, I see that you are much more than just entertainment. You understand this business quite well, particularly as young as you are. If you would like a summer internship in Japan at any point, contact me, and I will arrange it. You would be an asset to any organization.” Mr. Ramsey gave Christine a small box containing a surprise he had prepared for his visitors. Once home, Christine removed a Japanese student uniform with the sailor top. It included over-the-knee socks. When she tried it on, she concluded that it was likely a cosplay version based on how short the skirt was. The shirt was a little loose with the breast binder in place. Fortunately, Allison was a skilled seamstress and made the necessary alterations. She added another surprise in mind. She also altered the binder to expose her nipples, the effect was more pronounced than she had hoped. The nipples protruded as puffy points, much like a young girl’s earliest breast development. The men were all impressed when they picked her up for dinner. Christine’s nipple bumps were prominent through her white top. The overall impression she created was a tween trying to look older, by dressing sexier. A tween who had been severely punished recently. Her skirt covered less than half of the lines from the cane. If one looked closely, he might also notice the marks on her inner thighs from the ruler. The visitors from Japan were particularly interested in displaying Christine’s body to as many people as possible. The restaurant was in the downtown area, so they walked around town leading up to the reservation time. The majority of men tried to get at least a quick look. Several men discreetly used their phone cameras to take a photo as she walked by. During dinner, Christine was seated to be as visible as possible. Mr. Ramsey instructed her to walk to the bathroom several times during dinner, taking a different route each trip. Underground bondage clubs are easy to find if you have the right contacts. Apparently, at least one of the gentlemen from Japan did. Earlier in the afternoon, he had reserved the stage at the local club. The short notice wasn’t a problem, many customers prefer private rooms and Monday evenings are a slow business time. This particular club was housed in the same building as a strip club. If you gave the bouncer the right passphrase, he would direct you through an obscure passage behind the bar that led to the bondage club. Once inside, Christine signed the waiver as Allison and included her birthdate. The man behind the desk didn’t question that the girl in front of him looked less than half the age she claimed. The businessmen weren’t surprised that she used a false name and birthday. The waiver included the rights to live stream and show recordings of the evening’s activities. The evening began with the youngest, and presumably least experienced of the trio creating his shibari masterpiece. Christine began the evening without any panties. Mr. Suzuki left all of her other clothing on. He opted for a pose where one leg was lifted high in the air. Her arms were bound tightly behind her back. The additional web of knots around her torso was entirely decorative, as they didn’t restrict any of her movement. Mr. Suzuki was the combination of thoroughness and efficiency that one expects from the Japanese. Christine was left in this position for about 30 minutes while a number of guests examined the artistic rope work. My. Saito was next. He removed Christine’s skirt as it would interfere with the image he was creating. He began by binding her calf to her thigh. The other two businessmen explained to Mr. Ramsey that this was a foundational element that could be used for a wide range of positions. Mr. Saito proceeded to repeat the process with the other leg. Both legs were bound to the torso and Christine was suspended. It wasn’t nearly as revealing as the position Mr. Suzuki had chosen, but it gave the appearance of even greater submissiveness. Just as had been the case the first time, Christine was left in this position for others to admire. Mr. Ito left Christine’s legs bound, but added to the intricacies of the knot patterns. He proceeded to bind her arms together behind her back. What appeared to be nothing more than a fancy knot pattern on her torso was actually a harness that would evenly distribute her weight while she was suspended. “Anyone who appreciates our generous volunteer can show their thanks by participating in another tradition from my homeland, bukkake.” Twenty-seven men sprayed cum on her face. It oozed down to her white top. Christine remained tied; all that she could do was keep her eyes closed and breathe through her nose. At least 10 minutes had passed when Mr. Ito gently used a handkerchief to clean the cum from around her eyes and mouth. The rest was left in place. The visitors from Japan had a satisfying evening. Mr. Ramsey offered that Christine could spend the night with them. Mr. Ito politely declined. “This young lady has been a generous and entertaining hostess. Please drop us at the hotel and return her home.”