Lauren's Ruler

Lauren's Ruler
By: The Dom In The Hat

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This story contains a lot of non-consensual and semi-consensual humiliation, abuse, and pain inflicted on a teenage girl. It is just a story. No relation to actual persons or events and all that jazz. 

“Put that back, you can't touch that.” I was told right before Lauren ripped the old wooden ruler from my hand. I had been just kinda looking around the house and found it over a door frame and I have a habit of picking things up as I walk by. I was puzzled as to why my handling the ruler was so important when she was literally throwing a drinking party in her parents house while they were gone. I would think the ruler would be the least of her worries. I asked her what the big deal was with the ruler but she just told me not to touch it again and she ushered the other people downstairs with the booze and our glasses. I grabbed my bottle of vodka on the way out of the kitchen and walked towards the door leading to the basement, and

as I took my first step towards the basement I felt her playfully tap the ruler to my ass before she went to go put it back and it sent my mind whirling. Was she flirting with me or was she really implying that the ruler was an instrument of corporal punishment, was it both?  She was telling me something for sure but it was gonna take more investigation and it was obviously not something I really wanted to broach tonight.

I got downstairs and found the usual selection of cheap rum and girly alcopop. I was glad I had brought my own bottle. I'd offered her some but it really did not matter since she had plenty of her own, a dedicated bottle of cheap rum. I don't really want to label a sexy and smart fifteen year old as an alcoholic but she did like to drink and admitted to me that she preferred drinking alone. 

I had met Lauren through some of her older buddies who were peripheral friends of some of my close friends about two months before the party. Sure she looks like a short Avril Levine and is fun to be around but I really had no intention of fucking her. The thought crossed my mind a few times but hey she was cute and I am a guy. I really do try to keep to my policy of no high-school girls, too much drama.

I was surprised at her sudden invitation to hang out at her house with her friends, most of whom I did not know. I had not heard from her for a week or so after I brought her along to hang out with some of my friends and we had kept running into each other at parties. I had been to her house once before. It was a nice modern house out almost to the point where the suburbs meets the exurbs. Her Mother was in the medical field with the military and her Dad had some kind of white collar job as bureaucrat or something. I think he had been in the military too and she confessed her upbringing as an army brat. No wonder she drinks, having been moved around all the time. She played field hockey and was quite smart and was basically a highly functional alcoholic.

When I got down to the basement and sat down I inquired as to what the occasion was that caused her parents to be away. She said her mother was in the hospital for some acute illness and her father had left to spend the night there while she recovered. Appendicitis I think it was. I was a bit shocked since that is pretty fucked up to throw a party at your parents house while your mom is in the hospital. This girl was starting to scare me.

I had barely been there for ten minutes when Lauren came back in a few moments later freaking out cause she had called her Dad and he said her Mom was fine and he was on his way home. She ordered a quick scramble to collect the bottles of booze and head out through the basement door and some stairs leading up to side yard of the house. We said our quick goodbyes from the stairs and Lauren seemed pretty concerned that we would be seen leaving. She told us to be quiet so as not to alert the neighbors. She was definitely concerned that they would inform on her to her Dad.

As our cars drove out of her street and turned onto the main drag out of the neighborhood, we passed a big reg SUV, which I assumed was her father's car. He definitely would have noticed three or four cars fleeing his street all at once. I felt a little bad about it, but given that I no longer had to deal with parents and was living on my own I admit I kinda meanly said to myself, "ooh busted."  I figured she'd probably get yelled at like most kids here in suburbia and maybe grounded or something. I didn't really think about the ruler.

The following Friday I got a call from Lauren and she asked me to come over. She sounded a little strange on the phone like she was freaking out or something. I asked if she was alright and if her Dad found out about the party and she just said she'd tell me when I got there. I got in the car and drove to her house and when I got there her Dad's truck was in the driveway. I'd never met her parents so I was a bit put off and wondered how weird it's gonna be to be 21 and trying to explain why I'm hanging out with their fifteen year old daughter. I figured worse case they get weirded out by me and tell me not to come back, its not like I was fucking her or anything. I walk up the front door and ring the bell and after a few moments Lauren comes to the door. It looks like she has been crying and she doesn't seem to be happy to see me. I thought that a bit odd as well since she's the one who called me to come over. She grabs my hand and starts leading me back to the kitchen and then down the stairs to the basement where her bedroom is. When I get there her father is sitting on the couch like he was waiting for us. I get a panicked feeling like "oh fuck, he thinks I am banging his daughter and now he's gonna kill me." I'm a bit relieved when he stands up introduces himself as Bill, shakes my hand and invites me to take on a seat on the couch with him. Not wishing to be awkward I accept his offer. I notice Lauren walks up to the couch but remains standing a foot or so in front of us.

My conversation with Bill was a life changing event and his exact words will be clear in my memory forever.

"Jason, Lauren had a party here last week and I know you were here. I don't blame you, as a reasonable person would assume that when invited to a party it is with the homeowners permission. The reason you are here is that Lauren needs to be punished and I feel that you should be the one to punish her. I have tried my best with her but I think that when a girl reaches her age, she stops seeing her father's rules as meaningful no matter how you discipline her nothing gets through. I feel that someone a bit older but still by all accounts her peer, will have a stronger influence over her and be able to enforce some discipline on her more effectively. I need someone mature and with good sense to keep her in line, make sure she does well in school and mentor her in proper behavior. Now if you are agreeable I would like to have you punish her with me observing for the time being and while I think you will soon develop instincts as to what punishment is appropriate, for today, I just want you to carryout my instructions and if you can do that I will feel more comfortable letting you take over this duty for me in the future. So will you help me out with Lauren"

I had kept eye contact with him and been surprised at how casually he discussed his daughter in the third person while she stood there. I glanced at her and noticed she had placed her arms behind her back and was noticeably quite upset at his words.

My response was a bit nervous not sure what exactly he means by punishing her. I admit I was hoping it was corporal punishment, but I wouldn't want to be the one to mention it and then have him think I'm a total pervert.

"What do you mean, you want me to keep an eye on her for you?"

"Well that is a part of it, but Lauren is old enough to know the rules so when she breaks them there need to be real consequences. Lauren, tell Jason how you are punished."

Lauren's paleness disappeared in a second and was replaced with a full blush

"I am spanked." she practically whispered.

"Lauren, how are you spanked and speak up so Jason can hear you?" her father demanded.

I saw her lips start to mouth words, but it took a few moments of hesitation passed before she actually spoke.

"With a hand and sometimes a brush or strap or a belt or the ruler."

"That's what you are spanked with Lauren, not how. Tell him how?"

"I go over your knee or a chair or on the bed."

Now tell Jason what you wear when you are punished."

"Oh Daddy don't make me tell him it's so embarrassing."

"You tell him or it's gonna get a lot worse for you. Now what do you wear?"

"Nothing, I have to take off all my clothes." she was practically in tears by now.

I could barely believe my ears this was so wrong and yet so hot, I could feel my dick hardening.

Her father spoke again, "alright Jason, are you willing to help me out?"

I looked at him and then I looked at Lauren and I could see her begging me with her eyes to say no. Then I looked down at her hot little figure, clad in jeans and a t-shirt, and I looked back at her father to see a knowing grin across his lips and said in the understatement of the century, "Sure Bill, I don't mind." 

My mind raced with the possibilities.

"Well Lauren, time to get ready for your punishment, would you like Jason to help you out of your clothes or will you do it yourself?" Bill asked.

"I'll do it myself," she said with defeat in her eyes.

She reached down and started removing her socks slowly. Her pace apparently displeased Bill so he turned to me and said "she is being really slow about it, I think she is gonna need  the strap tonight."

Upon hearing this she picked up the pace and pulled her T-shirt off quickly, revealing her white bra. Her flat stomach, pristine skin, and perky breasts hidden by the bra was enough to give me a hard-on. She unbuttoned her jeans next and slid them down and off. I was almost bursting in my pants when she unhooked her bra and peeled it off her pert B cup breasts. They were just begging to be touched and she was so close to me. I had to stop myself from reaching up to squeeze them. She reached down to the floor and picked up her clothes and placed them off to the side of the coffee table behind her. Then she faced us, clad only in her light blue bikini panties.

"Aren't you forgetting something young lady," her father asked.

"I can't show him. It's too embarrassing. Can't you just spank me with them on."

"You know the rules, naughty girls are spanked on their bare bottoms."

"But its not fair, I look like a little girl down there."

I was following this conversation closely. She didn't seem to have a big problem with showing off her tits when ordered, but she was desperate to keep her undies on. Her humiliation and begging just made it more exciting.

Bill paused as if considering her request but I am fairly sure by his tone that he had been waiting for a chance to use me to further humiliate her. He spoke as if he was making an apology, "you leave me no choice, Lauren put your hands on your head right now. " Lauren did as she was told.  "Jason can you go ahead and take her panties down. She's being a real brat tonight."

He didn't have to ask me twice. I reached both hands out to her hips, gripped her waistband and slid her panties all the way down until they fell to her feet on their own savoring the look on her face as I stripped her of her last article of clothing. Lauren started to cry as I did it. When I saw her young pussy I saw why she had been so reluctant. She was hairless as the day she was born.

Bill spoke like he was describing a classic car, "Pubic hair is so unbecoming on a young lady, I used to have her shave prior to punishments, but last week I bought a waxing kit and had her use that this morning. She wasn't very happy about it but it works so much better. You can't even see that there was ever any hair there at all. Go ahead, feel how smooth she is. Lauren spread your legs a bit so Jason can see what a good job you did with the wax."

She gasped at the command

Lauren's entire body was blushing as she spread her legs a shoulder width apart. I reached out with my right hand and touched the very top of her pubis with my finger tips, feeling her smooth flesh as if there had never been a hair there. She shuddered a bit but remained in position. I quickly grew bolder and slid my hand down to cup her pussy. I gently manipulated her soft folds in my hand and enjoyed the waves of humiliation wash over her as I inspected her sex as one might feel the leather on a car seat. She closed her eyes to suppress the  tears.

"So what do you think," Bill broke the silence.

I still had my hand on her as I replied. "It's really smooth, like a babies bottom." Bill and I both laughed at the cruel joke. She felt so good to touch I had no plans to stop.

I was still enjoying the feel of Lauren's denuded slit when Bill pushed our game one step further, "I almost forgot, Jason while you are there can you check and see if she is still a virgin. "

"Sure" I said, I admit I was curious myself. Lauren noticeably shuddered as I pressed my index finger against her entrance but I just reached out with my left hand and palmed her sweet ass to steady her. Despite her reluctance and I'm sure to her intense shame, she had started to lubricate and I met little resistance when I pushed my finger inside of her about halfway and then I felt her hymen and heard her moan when I probed it.

"She's a virgin all right." I slowly withdrew my finger from inside her and playfully said "Good girl"  I noticed goose bumps forming on Lauren's arms and legs as she realized how quickly a man, even one she thought of as a friend, turns cruel when he has a girl under his control.

 

"Well at least there is that. Alright Lauren it is time to go over Jason's lap and take your punishment. "  Bill said.

Lauren, happy to get the focus off her hairless mound, laid down over my  lap with her ass raised high, put her arms out ahead of her, her head down, and spread her legs a bit to reveal all her charms once again. Obviously this is something she had been taught to do. 

I moved my hand to her ass almost automatically and started to acquaint myself with the target area. She had to have noticed my raging erection pushing against her stomach.

"Go ahead and start spanking her, I'm gonna go get the ruler and the strap."

I asked Bill how many spanks does she need and he just told me, "keep going until I get back, it's just a warm up for the strap and the ruler."

I reached up and gave her a medium slap on her left buttock with my right. I felt her squirm but she made no noise so I decided it wasn't hard enough so the next few I experimented with hitting her harder and I wandered around the target area to get used to the action. After about five smacks I got a rhythm going and I started to hear her whimper after each one, more so when I hit lower on her bottom and along the back of her thighs. This was kinda fun and I started to toy with her. I'd pause for a bit, rub my hand over her ass and then slam it down on a tender spot. I also starting spreading her ass apart and giving her a few slaps to her otherwise protected areas. I even slipped my left hand between her legs and started playing with her bare pussy again as I spanked her.She didn't seem to appreciate that one bit.

After a couple of minutes and what must have been nearly a hundred slaps judging from how sore my hand was becoming  her father came back down carrying a ruler and a leather strap. I slid my left hand from her now very warm pussy and I gave her a few more hard slaps and then I paused as Bill handed me the ruler.

"Hmm, you seem to be teaching her a good lesson, give her thirty or so with that, I gotta make a few calls.I'll be back in a bit."

I started whacking her with the ruler and it was like a wake up call, her whimpering became a much more noticeable squeak at each blow of the ruler. I could barely wait to hear what sounds she made when it came time for the strap. I took the opportunity to further her humiliation as I went about my task and I felt pretty comfortable taking the initiative and making it worse.

"Lauren your ass is pretty red, I don't want to hit you too many times so why don't you start counting out loud. This one is number 5." I sneered knowing it had to be closer to the tenth blow from the ruler.

"Five sir"

I hadn't asked her to address me that way but I kinda liked it. I had to know more so I paused for a moment and asked her, "does your father make you count them out like that and call him Sir?"

"Yes Sir"

"That's nice keep it up."

I resumed my attack on her tight little ass with the ruler.

swap

 "six sir"

smack

"seven sir"

crack

and so it went all the way to thirty.

When I was done Bill was still upstairs so I amused myself by rubbing  her very warm bottom and sliding my left hand back between her legs. I wanted to further humiliate her so I decided to see how much I could make her squirm.

"Your so nice and smooth down there Lauren." I said as I rubbed my hand along her slit.

She didn't respond so I decided to up the ante a bit and I started to circle my middle finger around her clitoris. She moaned a bit at first and then she buried her face in the leather couch to try and stifle them. I heard her whispering to herself and when I leaned closer I could hear her begging me to "please stop" over and over.

"You like this don't you? You know Lauren, if your father has me take over your discipline from now on I am gonna touch you like this all the time." 

I heard her take a deep breath as I let the implication sink in.She understood now that she would not only be subject to being stripped and disciplined by a man she barely knew and only 6 years her senior, but she would be humiliated and sexually abused whenever I wanted.

I kept up my molestations and I could feel and hear her getting closer to climax. The way I could tell was that she ceased begging me to stop although she was probably still hoping her father would come downstairs already and we could get started on the strap, but he was taking his sweet time. I on the other hand, was having the time of my life fingering  this squirming girl over my lap with one hand while I rubbed her well spanked ass with the other. She couldn't stifle the moans any longer, she was really close now. I stopped moving my hand on her pussy. She started to squirm on it a bit and I pulled away.

"I don't think your father wants you to enjoy your punishment quite that much little slut," I teased.

"Please...Sir, I am so close. I need it."

"Maybe later if you are a good girl." To emphasize the point, I tapped her right on her clit as I spoke. I kept tapping her for a few moments hoping to frustrate and humiliate her further. I heard someone moving upstairs and in a few moments Bill came back down looked at the tear stained face of his nude daughter over my lap and spoke.

"You seem to have things well in hand but I'd suggest that to really give her what she deserves you should have her bend over the arm of the couch and that way you can give her a proper thrashing with the strap."

"Lauren get up and do as your Father said." She picked herself off my lap in such a way as to hide her glistening wet pussy from her father's view and bent over the arm of the couch. I realized that in that moment Lauren was now obeying me and not just her Father. 

I stood up from my seat and picked the strap off the coffee table and and walked around to where Lauren's ass was on display. She was trying to prevent us men from getting a nice rear view of her charms and that was just not going to do so I told her, "spread your legs Lauren." She shuffled her feet apart and her glistening sex was now nicely framed between her shapely thighs and cute little ass.

I readied the strap and turned to Bill and asked "Is twenty enough you think?"

"Yeah that's a nice round number." he replied, as causally as if he were selling me a used CD.

I readied my strike but then I remembered how fun it was to have her count them out earlier and it would be a good way to impress Bill so I turned back to the naked teen in front of me and commanded,

"Count them out, Lauren. If you forget you get two more."

The strap was part of an old belt and it was about 3 feet long. I gave it a practice swing narrowly missing her and then I gave her one right across the peak of her ass. She cried out.

"Ahhhh, One Sir"

I waited a second and then gave her another just above the first. She cried out again, this thing must really hurt especially on an already sore ass.

"Ahhh Two Sir, please stop"

Another swing, another hit. I was working my way up.

" Ahhhhhh Three aahhhhh Sir"

Another stroke.

"Aahahhahahahh Four Sir no more please"

The fifth was at the top of her ass almost at her back. It was virgin territory as I had not spanked her there earlier.

"Five Sir" She didn't scream but the shock caused her to jump and get out of position.

"Get back in the position, if you move again you'll get another five strokes. Don't forget to spread 'em." She got back to her place and spread her legs even wider this time.

I was now aiming just below the midpoint of her ass and I was going to work my way down to her thighs. I was planning to let the last ten land on her thighs and wrap around to her sensitive inner thighs where they would really make her scream.

I laid the sixth one down hard.

"Ahahah Six Sir, please daddy make him stop." she bawled.

She cried continuously for the next 3 but managed to keep count.

For number ten I tried yanking back on the strap as the stroke landed and the effect was perfect, it slammed into the bottom of her cheek and the tip wrapped around and swatted her right on one of her pussy lips.

"ahahahahahahhahhah it hurts stop stop it hurts too much please please please I'll never do anything bad again."  She kept on crying.

"Lauren, aren't you forgetting something"

"ahaahahah ten Sir no more no more."

At that point Bill stepped in and said "I think she's had enough for tonight." Lauren looked at him in stunned relief, her father had rescued her from ten more strokes, but her hopes were dashed as he continued. "Lauren you have had enough for the night and it's getting late but those last ten strokes are still due, so tomorrow after lunch I will drop you off at Jason's and he will give you your remaining strokes and then you will thank him for giving you your discipline by cleaning his place and doing anything else he says until I come and pick you up. Is that alright with you Jason."

"Sure, I didn't really have any plans tomorrow." I smiled devilishly at Lauren still bent over the couch, trying to regain her composure.

"Ok, look for us around two o'clock then. Lauren why don't you show Jason out and then you can pick up your clothes and go to bed." Bill turned on the TV and sat down to watch leaving Lauren to her task.

Lauren wobbled a bit as she stood up and started to walk ahead of me towards the stairs, but I took her arm and insisted we walk side by side, my hand releasing her arm and then snaking down her back to grab one last feel of her now welted bottom. I stroked her marks as we walked causing her to wince. When we came to the door I realized I had yet to have had the opportunity to touch those gorgeous breasts of hers so without warning I reached around her from behind and cupped them in my hands.

She whined for me to stop and pulled away. I swung her around to face me and I looked her straight in the eyes, smiled cruelly, and said "I'll see you tomorrow." As I said it, I  reached out and cupped her pussy in my hand for a moment and then I released her, opened the door, and left.



 Tomorrow was going to be fun.



End of Chapter 1.