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  Gina’s Education: A BDSM Love Story© 2015 by Mariah Bailey

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  First Edition August 2015

  Chapter 1

  Gina Perry used the pay phone at the corner by the local diner and called the Mayhew House number she had circled in the Help Wanted ads.

  A smooth male voice answered, “Hello, Robert Mayhew speaking.”

  “My name is Gina Perry, Mr. Mayhew; I just read your advertisement and I’d like to know more about the job.”

  He did not tell her much, but agreed to meet her. “I can see you at 7:00 pm.” Then he added, “When you arrive, you will call me Sir. Be on time, and dress nicely.”

  Gina hung up the phone and stood for a moment puzzling over what ‘dress nicely’ meant. His instruction to call him ‘Sir’ seemed odd, but Gina didn’t care what he wanted to be called. She needed a job too badly to be fussy, and if it came with a quirky boss, so be it.

  She had just spent the afternoon scouting the local park for coins and cans. She’d found another $1.53. Her stomach was growling and she didn’t think that would favorably impress a prospective employer. She gathered her best clothes into a bag with her last sliver of soap and deodorant and made her way to McDonalds. She ordered a double cheeseburger from the dollar menu and asked for the sample of coffee. Gina felt almost comfortable after finishing her meal.

  She went into the ladies room, locked the door, and bathed at the sink. She decided the best way to deal with her hair was to do it up in a tight bun. She put on some lipstick and took one last look in the mirror. Her reflection made her wince; she was too thin and her face was drawn with worry. Even her green eyes looked dull to her and her hair was lifeless. “I could pass for 40,” she thought miserably as she left the restaurant.

  Gina knew the address was on the east side of town. As she got closer to her destination, she passed several beautiful homes, clearly in a different price range from those a few streets back. She could smell the ocean and, between the properties, she could see sailboats on the water. The breeze off the water quickened her step and made her smile at the gorgeous view ahead.

  One Lantern Lane was on a peninsula all alone. The cobbled driveway curved to the left and went through a port cochere between two garages and around towards back of the house. Something about the building made her think English royalty, but she wasn’t sure why. The house was made of granite, and the gardens along the street side were stunning. Over the front door was a balcony featuring a set of French doors on the upper floor.

  At six minutes to 7:00, Gina stepped between the columns of the portico, said a quick prayer, and rang the bell at the front door.

  The foyer was bright and cheerful with an amber and turquoise carpet. In the middle of the room was a round antique table, and across from the double doors was a staircase. The one long wall had a large framed mirror and an upholstered settee in rust and gold velvet.

  Gina was escorted into the study by a young woman wearing a maid’s uniform. Entering the room, she could feel eyes on her. The tall dark-haired man with just a little silver at the temples and piercing blue eyes was leaning on the huge mahogany desk. He was eying her and obviously disapproved. “Damn,” she thought. “I don’t even have a chance with this guy!”

  She steeled her spine and stepped forward anyway with her hand extended and introduced herself. Robert ignored the hand and stepped around her, obviously looking her up and down. Her face reddened at his rudeness, but she swallowed her pride and waited.

  Robert stood in front of her again and said, “I believe I told you to dress nicely.”

  “Well, Sir, it appears we have a difference of opinion on the meaning of that sentence. I am dressed nicely, in my opinion.”

  Robert laughed out loud at her impudence. “Spunky,” he said. “That will change.”

  His remark sent shivers down her spine, and warning bells went off in her head, but she held her ground. “Your ad said you are looking for house helpers. What type of help are you looking for?”

  Robert took out a sheet of rules and handed it to her.

  “Rule 1: You will never be late for an appointment.”

  Gina had no problem with that. What employer would not care about promptness?

  “Rule 2: The employer’s and the customer’s demands and requests are final and to be carried out without question or discussion.” This one sent up red flags for her.

  “Rule 3: The employee will never speak of any services that they provide for a customer to anyone other than the employer. No discussions are allowed outside of the confines of the Mayhew Mansion.”

  This rule didn’t allay any of the qualms that Rule #2 had brought up. As a matter of fact, it made her wonder just what the job would be.

  Gina looked right into Robert’s eyes and asked, “Exactly what services cannot be discussed outside this house?” She was pretty sure she knew what they were and wondered if she was really that desperate. In her heart, though, she knew she was just that desperate. She knew that after a few more weeks of living in her car and trying to avoid being raped, she’d never get back on her feet, if she survived.

  Robert smiled and asked, “How old are you?

  Irritated at not being answered, Gina bit her tongue and answered, “Twenty six.”

  “Hmm,” Robert said, “a little older than most of my employees. By the way, I believe I told you to call me Sir.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said again, biting her tongue.

  Robert completely surprised her with his next remark, “Stand up and remove you clothes.”

  Gina inhaled audibly, stood, and headed for the door. Robert noticed the muscles around her eyes contract dangerously for a moment. Halfway across the room, she stopped and turned.

  With all the dignity she could muster, she hissed, “Mr. Mayhew… Sir, in the past two years I have lost everything. My identity was stolen; I lost my job, my fiancé, and my home. I now live in my car. I walked here tonight because I cannot afford to fill the gas tank and move the car.” She stopped for a moment to decide whether or not to continue. It felt pretty good to let that much out, so she continued, “I hoped this was a housekeeping job and I didn’t even care if it only came with room and board. I am trying to survive, Sir. This job appears to have little or nothing to do with housekeeping and I am…” she was fighting for composure at this point and could not continue. If he showed her pity, she knew she could not stand it.

  Moved by her honesty, Robert relaxed, but never changed his expression. He indicated the chair and told her quietly, kindly, “Come and sit down, Gina. I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”

  She came back and sat stiffly on the edge of the wingback chair next to the desk. She had expected a job that would have her on her knees scrubbing floors. Now it seemed clear that she might be on her knees, but for a very different purpose. ‘Well’, she thought, ‘If that is the job he is offering, it should pay a lot better than washing floors.’ She glanced quickly around the room at the navy and gold Oriental rug, the rich dark blue draperies, the huge mahogany cabinet and bookcases and decided it would be safer and more comfortable here than doing the same job on a street corner. With winter coming there was little doubt about what was lef
t to her.

  Her internal debate took only a second or two. “You asked me to take off my clothes, but I haven’t shaved for months. I was embarrassed.”

  Robert nodded. “Your embarrassment is of no concern,” he said with a slight wave of his hand. “First things first, you may live here if you sign the contract. I have more than enough rooms. You will be paid handsomely, and there is a signing bonus.” He took an envelope from the desk drawer, gave it to her and waited for her to open it. When she did, Gina had the first glimmer of hope for a new start. The cash in the envelope was ten one hundred dollar bills! She looked up at him with eyes big as saucers, and when he handed her the pen, she signed the paper without further hesitation.

  “Well, this is another new personal low,” she thought as she stood and stepped out of her shoes. She unbuttoned her cream-colored blouse and slipped it off along with her dignity. She removed her worn lacy bra and the hurt and anger fell away as well. As she slipped out of her grey slacks and placed them on the chair, her pride went, too. Then she removed her panties and stood quietly before his gaze. It felt so strange to be standing naked in front of a complete stranger, so completely ridiculous.

  Robert watched with interest, not because she gave in and took off her clothing, but because, with the removal of each layer of clothing, he could see her transform. She stood before him with absolutely nothing left but determination.

  There was not an ounce of fat on her. She was trim and almost muscular for a woman. It was obvious she’d kept on the move in her current situation.

  ‘She has potential,’ he thought. He smiled to himself as he stepped behind her, thinking about taking the spunk out of her. Her next remark startled him, and he was glad to be behind her at the moment.

  “I’m assuming you service all sorts. I mean you don’t just supply... girls?”

  “What did you have in mind?” he asked.

  Gina felt that if this was truly the only job open to her it would be to her advantage to become a valued employee. She picked up on his instruction to call him Sir, and said, “Well some men like to be… controlled,” and this time she turned and she saw the big grin on Robert’s face. She would also prefer not having sex with every ‘John’ who came to the manor if possible, but she felt she should keep that to herself.

  “Yes, my dear, some do.” He changed his mind about breaking her. He felt she would comply with his wishes because she was practical, and decided to test her that way instead.

  “From now on you will go by the name of Rose.” Gina nodded, thinking it would be good to have a new name with a new life. After all, her old name was no longer her own. “Leave your things and follow me,” he said and led her to an upstairs bedroom.

  Robert opened the door and Rose saw a room fit for a princess. The wallpaper was a rich eggshell color with satiny stripes and delicate pale flowers. The furniture was mahogany, and the four-poster bed was topped with pineapples and stood on a thick Oriental rug in cream and deep pink with navy accents. The outer wall was a semi-circle of windows overlooking a terrace, and below was a plush green lawn stretching out to the bay. She found she was holding her breath as she took it all in.

  “This is your room. The bathroom is through that door. Go and prepare yourself for me. You will find everything you need in the vanity. You are to shave your whole body and be back in my study at 9:00 and we’ll begin your training. You may thank me now.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said with sincerity. It made no difference what he would demand of her, she would be grateful and do her work to the best of her ability.

  Her mind was racing. She said a quick prayer thanking God for such a quick answer! For the first time in too long, she had hope; and a new name.

  *****

  Robert brought her clothes up from the study. He had another appointment in a few minutes and assignments to hand out, and clothing lying around would not do. He could have sent them up with the butler, but he was drawn to the woman. He’d noticed his own unusual responses to her and decided it must be sympathy.

  He saw Rose close the bathroom door, but it didn’t latch, and as he came back into the room he could see through the partially opened door as Rose shaved herself at the sink. He enjoyed watching while she lathered herself, one section at a time, and carefully removed all the unwanted hair from her body.

  While she shaved her mound, Robert felt his desire growing against the fabric of his trousers. He smiled to think she could arouse him so easily. “This one has something special,” he thought.

  He watched as Rose stepped under the shower and rinsed off all the lather, and shampooed her long brown hair. As she lathered her hair, Robert admired her firm breasts, her flat stomach, and noted the pleasure on her face just from the shower. Simple indulgences. She looked much younger with her head back under the water, relaxed. “She’ll be easy to train,” he thought, “because she appreciates what she gets.”

  The doorbell rang and Robert noted his next appointment was a little early. On his way downstairs, he began devising a new plan, one that would keep Rose very close for a while.

  *****

  Robert finished his business and was in the study waiting for her. At 13 seconds to the hour, he heard her running down the stairs. He scowled at her as she entered, and she looked from him to the clock.

  As the clock struck the hour, her impulse was to make a flippant remark. The look on his face made her change her tactic immediately. “I am sorry, Sir.” She pleaded, “How can I make it up to you?” As a gesture, she let the robe she’d found on the back of the bathroom door drop to the floor.

  Robert’s smile rewarded her. “Good girl.”

  He stood up and she gasped as he grabbed her damp hair and pulled her head back, turned her to face the wingback chair and bent her roughly over it. In his quiet, measured tones, he said, “I’ll show you, my dear. Thirteen seconds. That will be good for thirteen stripes.” With his free hand, Robert unbuckled his belt and pulled it free from his pants. He carefully measured the smack on her upper buttocks, drawing a scream from her. He paced himself; he allowed her time to feel the full impact before applying the second stripe alongside the first. Again, she screamed in pain.

  Her mind raced. ‘Oh, GOD! What have I done? I just wanted to be safe and warm!’

  By the fifth strike, Rose was uttering agonized groans, thinking she had miscalculated and broken her contract already!

  Another, and another, slowly and deliberately applied, and soon she no longer felt the excruciating pain on her backside. Her endorphins kicked in and the pain was mixing with a pleasurable feeling. This was new to Gina, and she almost started to giggle. She was starting to feel moist between her legs.

  When he finished, Robert admired his work. Her entire bottom was covered in red welts separated by thin white stripes of untouched flesh. “You look very patriotic, my dear,” he said.

  Sliding his hand between her legs, he slipped a finger into her dampened entrance and laughed. “You are going to be a good little pain slut, aren’t you my dear?”

  Her only answer was a humiliated moan. She was in no position to question it now, but she wondered if she was going to be able to do this job. And, yet, her body felt wonderfully alive! She was filled with such contradictory feelings she couldn’t think straight!

  With his hand still holding her fast by the hair, Robert pulled a condom from his pocket and unfastened his pants. After a few moments, he unceremoniously entered her newly shaven lips. He gave her a smart smack with his hand on the reddened cheeks and she screamed again in surprise, pain and pleasure. He thrust into her hard and rocked her against the chair, his balls slapping her mound and her breasts swaying back and forth. With each thrust, his hips renewed the assault on her burning fanny. Robert reached around and grabbed one of her nipples and twisted, extracting a shriek from her lips, just as he felt her climax. He was only a split second behind her with his own finish as she clamped down on him.

  Covered in sweat and completel
y spent, Rose had all she could do not to fall on the floor. Robert took note of her weakened condition and decided not to put her through too much more tonight. He stood her up and held her tightly against his chest until her ragged breathing became normal again.

  He whispered in her ear for several minutes before she could make out what he was saying. “That’s a good girl. You are a good little pain slut. How are you feeling now?”

  Even his kind tones sent shivers up her spine. Why did it feel good now to hear such words? She shook her head, trying to clear the bizarre notions. “I - I’m OK, Sir.” She had no concept of how long he’d been holding her so close, caressing her breasts, talking to her, but her head was starting to clear.

  “When was the last time you had a good meal?” he asked, turning her around.

  Rose looked up at him in disbelief, and then laughed quietly, “I really don’t remember, Sir.” The whole event seemed surreal.

  “Come,” he said, “I’ll treat you to one of my famous omelets.”

  Robert led her to the small bathroom off the kitchen where she took another quick shower. She came back to the kitchen in a towel, not even sure if that was OK. Robert’s big smile assured her it was and she watched him chop the last of the vegetables to put into the omelet. He was obviously quite comfortable in the kitchen, and the meal was outstanding.

  “I see why your omelets are famous!”

  Robert just smiled.

  When she finished eating – all too quickly, Robert noted – he told her, “Tonight you are my pet. You will sleep on the floor next to my bed.”

  Rose looked up at him, the disappointment clear on her face. Robert enjoyed watching her inner turmoil. He knew she had to be looking forward to slipping into the comfort of the bed upstairs. As he watched, it was clear she would put his desires before her own.

  She nodded silently and followed him up the stairs. At least she would be safe and warm.