By this time six of the eight roommates had been on the receiving end of Frank's bare-hand-on-bare-bottom discipline. As a result, there were six very attractive young women who had learned at first hand, so to speak, of the erotic connotations of good old-fashioned spanking. This, coupled with the acute wartime manpower shortage, resulted in considerable competition for Frank's unique services, and he found himself enjoying one heated bedroom adventure after another.
He was so occupied, in fact, that there were times when he almost lost sight of his basic mission. The party that he and Elizabeth were trying to arrange for Jean was proving difficult to arrange. Jean, whom they were now sure was Erica in disguise, was becoming more wary with each passing day, and the quasi-Lesbian relationship Elizabeth had developed with her was beginning to taper off. Moreover, Jean was spending long hours away from the apartment, and efforts to trail her always seemed to meet with frustration.
However, he was not too concerned about the matter. He had notified the appropriate authorities of his suspicions about Jean, and was sure that she was being fed only harmless or inaccurate information. When the invasion of Normandy went off without a hitch in June of 1944, he relaxed on the assumption that no Nazi spy would be able to accomplish a great deal after that. Yet he found himself with a lingering curiosity to find out if Jean was really Erica Schmidt, the young German girl with whom he had had an affair in what now seemed the distant past. He soon had his answer.
One afternoon following a pleasant spanking and sex session with one of the girls, he decided to take a brief nap. It was quite warm and he was still naked as he stretched out on the bed and drifted off to sleep.
After what seemed like several hours a slight noise awakened him. As he drowsily came to his senses, he suddenly realized that he was tied to the bed!!
"What the…" he cried out, instantly becoming fully awake. He was tied face down by the wrists and elbows in a spread-eagle position. As he yanked futilely at the ropes that held him prisoner, he became aware that someone was standing at the foot of the bed. Erica!
"So we meet again!" she told him, deliberately speaking with a chopped German accent.
"I don't understand, Jean," Frank spoke quickly, pretending not to recognize her. "What is this? Some kind of game?"
"Some kind of game, ja?" she taunted, stepping around to the side of the bed where he could see her easier.
Frank's heart skipped a beat when he saw the gun in her hand, and his wrists pulled futilely at the ropes that held him to the bed.
"Some kind of a game, ja?" she repeated, once again deliberately speaking in a German accent.
"I still don't understand," Frank continued to feign ignorance.
"You know who I am!" Erica told him. "When you first came here, I didn't think you were after me. But then the other day I found out that someone had tipped them off about me, and they've been giving me useless information for months. And that could only have been you!" She brandished the gun in a threatening manner as she spoke.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Frank persisted. Trying not to be obvious about it, he kept working to loosen the ropes at his wrists.
However, they had been tied quite tightly and the task seemed hopeless.
Knowing that Erica had no intention of letting him escape alive, Frank felt his hopes sinking.
"But it was really your girlfriend who gave you away," Erica went on.
"Girlfriend? What girlfriend?" Frank replied, trying to conceal his rising sense of terror.
"You know who," Erica replied contemptuously. "Elizabeth! That fake Lesbian you've had sniffing after me for months! She got a little careless talking to some of the other girls, and I put two and two together!"
Becoming more desperate, Frank jerked against the bonds that held him helpless. "Look, Erica," he protested, instantly realizing his mistake.
"Ah, so you do know my name!" she flashed a knowing smile at him.
"Okay, Erica," he spoke breathlessly and quickly. "Don't get yourself involved in a murder. The war's almost over. If you turned yourself in now, the worst you'd get would be a few months in prison."
"That's what you say!" she spoke derisively, once again brandishing the gun in a manner that made Frank flinch. "No, my friend, I'm afraid I can't let you out of here alive. Others only suspect who I am, but you know."
Frank gulped and tried to think quickly, but fear was beginning to paralyze his mind. His entire body felt cold and numb.
"But first there's something else I'm going to do," she spoke slowly with an undertone of pleased expectation in her voice.
What? Frank wondered but could not bring himself to ask. He relaxed slightly when he saw Erica put the gun on the nightstand. She was looking at him steadily and with amused pleasure, like a cat who had cornered a mouse.
"First, I'm going to punish you!" she told him.
Frank tensed as he saw her unbuckling the wide leather belt at her waist. "Don't!" he burst out impulsively.
"How the tables have turned!" she taunted, removing the belt and caressing it through her hands in a manner designed to increase his anticipation. "The disciplinarian gets disciplined!"
A cruel look in her eye, she raised the leather belt high over her head.
Cringing in expectation of the blow, Frank lay frozen on the bed with his teeth clenched, determined not to show any reaction to the pain that he was about to endure.
Thwack!
The wide belt cut savagely across his back.
"Uhh!" Frank gasped. The air seemed to go right out of his chest, and he felt the fiery pain of the belt starting to penetrate. His arms and legs both jerked reflexively and were abruptly stopped by the bonds at his wrists and ankles.
"How do you like that?" Erica asked with a laugh.
Frank deliberately refrained from answering.
"Oh, I'll have you begging by the time I'm through," Erica assured him.
Once again the belt sliced across his back, and Frank's entire body jerked with the sudden jolt of pain.
"Take that!" Erica told him. "And that!"
Once again the belt cut unmercifully across his back, sending waves of pain racing through his body. But with the anguish there came a slight ray of hope. As his body jerked against the ropes, he felt the rope at his right wrist loosen slightly. I must work it loose, he told himself, while Erica is distracted with her whipping activities.
Whack!
Once again the belt flicked across his bare back with a lick of fire.
"Ow!" Frank gasped involuntarily, his entire body twitching with an involuntary reflex to the sharp stab of pain.
"How's that feel?" Erica asked. A little breathless, she was obviously enjoying the chance to get even with him. Without waiting for a reply, she drew the belt back and lashed it downward against his exposed buttocks.
Whack!
The sleek leather cut painfully across his bare flesh.
"Ow!" Frank gasped, instinctively twisting in an effort to avoid the full effect of the blow. At the same time he kept yanking at the rope at his right wrist, and could feel it starting to give.
"Take that! And that!" Erica told him, a vengeful look on her face.
"It's about time you found out what it feels like!"
His vindictive former pupil began lashing at his bare hips and upper thighs with the belt. The smooth, supple leather coiled about the curves of his body with burning strokes that cut in deeply. The pain quickly became quite intense and Frank felt himself desperately clenching his teeth and fighting back tears that threatened to blind his vision. But at the same time he could feel the rope at his right wrist becoming loose.
"Go ahead! Whip me, you little bitch!" Frank told her to distract her while he worked his wrist free.
Whack! Whack!
Erica continued applying the belt at various angles, and the pain was becoming almost too unbearable. From shoulder to thigh, Frank's body ached from the effects of the vindictive whipping. But at last his wrist was free and he was waiting for Erica to get close enough for him to grab. In the meantime there was nothing he could do but absorb the punishment she was administering.
"You will die in agony!" she told him with a tone of obvious satisfaction in her voice.
"There!" Frank cried out as he suddenly grabbed her wrist in a tight vise and desperately held on.
"Eeek!" Erica screamed in surprise. "Bastard! Son-of-a-bitch!" With that she lapsed into a torrent of her native German.
As the angry young woman flailed at him with the belt, Frank pulled her toward him so that he could get her under control. Despite her resistance Erica came down on the bed on top of him in a wild tangle of arms and legs. Abandoning the belt she clawed furiously at him with her long fingernails and kicked at him with her high-heeled shoes.
"You little bitch!" Frank exclaimed as he fought to control the wildly struggling young woman.
"Bastard! Schwein!" Erica kept yelling at him in an abusive fashion, but most of what she said was in German.
The two of them struggled wildly on the bed, and Frank's greater strength gradually began to prevail despite the handicap he was under.
He slowly twisted Erica's wrist behind her back and began pulling it up short. Developing his strategy as he went along, he decided to try to pin her body under his while he tried to untie his other wrist.
"Stop! You're breaking my arm!" Erica pleaded, the resistance suddenly going out of her.
"Okay, but start untying my wrist with your other hand!" he told her, keeping an iron grip on her right wrist.
Crying with frustration and discomfort, the young woman haplessly untied his left wrist.
"Now my ankles!" Frank told her.
He kept a firm grip on her wrist as she twisted around to untie his ankles. As she did so, her dark skirt rode up over the tops of her black stockings, providing an intriguing glimpse of bare white thigh and black garter belt suspenders. In a few moments Frank's wrists were free, and he twisted into a sitting position with Erica across his lap, her stockinged legs swinging back and forth.
"Nein! Nein!" she protested, struggling halfheartedly.
"Ja! Ja!" Frank mocked her, holding her firmly in position with one hand and he worked her skirt up with the other.
In a moment Erica's stocking-clad legs, ivory white thighs, black garter belt and panties were on full view. The panties came down slowly to reveal her beautiful, shimmering buttocks. The two lush pink white mounds quivered like bowls of jelly as Frank worked the panties all the way down her legs and off her feet.
"Please!" Erica protested. "You have no right to do this! Please!"
After what he had just endured from her belt, Frank was in no mood to be lenient. "You're going to get what's coming to you, you little Nazi!" he told her in an angry voice. As he spoke he raised his right hand high in the air.
Splat!
Frank's hand crashed noisily against Erica's bare bottom, landing squarely across the crevice and flattening both cheeks.
"Oww!" Erica screamed, her stockinged legs flailing upward and her body bucking up wildly on his lap. "Don't! Stop! You have no right!"
Whack!
Frank brought his right hand down just as hard as he could on her right buttock.
"Yeow!" Erica shrieked, twisting frantically in an effort to avoid the punishing blows. "Stop it! You have no right to…"
Smack! Frank's hand crashed against her left bottom-cheek with a loud report.
"Owwww!" Erica wailed, her shapely, nylon-clad legs waving back and forth and her entire body twisting in worm-like fashion. "Stop! Please!
It hurts! Please, you have no right to do this!"
"You come around here trying to kill me, and now you talk about your rights!" Frank spoke derisively.
Smack! Whack! Splat!
Frank began spreading crisp and noisy spanks around over the inviting target. As the soft, tender flesh quickly turned a bright pink, Erica squealed and wriggled delightfully with her nyloned legs prettily kicking back and forth. Crying with humiliation and pain, she continually looked back over her shoulder with an apprehensive look on her face.
"Ouch! Stop! It hurts!" she protested in a distraught voice. "Please!
I'll do anything you say!"
"I've hardly started with you, young lady!" Frank told her, easily controlling her wildly struggling young body with his superior strength.
By this time he had developed a pounding, thoroughly exhilarating erection and was prepared to enjoy himself thoroughly.
Smack! Whack!
Erica haplessly wriggled her saucy bottom as Frank's husky palm continued to torment her with energetic smacks. With her pretty posterior prickling and itching and burning brightly, the comely young woman simply had no choice but to jerk her shapely, stockinged legs back and forth in a thoroughly provocative manner. From time to time, her pink cuntal slit flashed into view along with the fleecy crop of light-brown hair between her legs.
"Please! Ouch! Oh, no! Please!" she protested between exclamations of pain. "Oh, stop! You brute! Please! It hurts!" Tears were streaming down her eyes, and she was breathlessly wriggling around on his lap in a futile effort to avoid the full force of the blows as much as possible.
Whack! Crack!
Frank continued applying his hand to the lush feminine target, spreading the spanks around to even up the color scheme. As her rotund bottom turned a bright shade of rose, Erica sobbed like a kid and kicked her shapely legs back and forth with uneven jerks that provided tantalizing glimpses of pink girl-meat.
"Ow! Oh, no more! Please! I beg you!" the attractive young woman begged hoarsely. "Ouch, please! It hurts! Please, I'll do anything! Anything!"
Applying his capable palm with even strokes, Frank appreciatively watched the undignified but appealing performance that she was putting on for him. Once again she was reinforcing his opinion that there was really nothing more attractive and erotically appealing than a tearful and obviously distressed young woman wriggling her scarlet bottom and kicking stockinged legs merrily back and forth.
"Stop! Oh, no, please! Pleeeeeeeeeese!" Erica pleaded between sobs.
"Please, I can't take it anymore! I just can't!"
Despite her tears and protests about the mistreatment that her pretty bottom was receiving, it was quite apparent that Erica was finding considerable masochistic pleasure in her torment. Frank was quite aware of the moisture seeping from her pussy over his bare thigh, and could see that her hips were jerking with coital-like movements each time that his hand descended against them. Her buttocks were a bright scarlet and were obviously simply burning up.
"Now I think it's about time for this!" Frank said, reaching back for the belt she had used on him earlier.
"Oh, no! Not that!" Erica screamed when she realized what he planned to do. The miserable young woman turned her tear-stained face back over her shoulder to plead with him with her eyes. "Please! I couldn't stand…"
Frank watched the pretty muscles in her red bottom tightening in fearful anticipation as he doubled up the belt.
Whack!
The belt coiled around her scarlet, cringing buttocks.
"Owwww!" Erica shrieked in a pain-stricken voice, her feet flying upward and her entire body giving a convulsive jerk. "Please, I can't stand it!"
Whack!
Once again the belt descended against her defenseless posterior with a loud smack.
"Ouch!" Erica emitted a soprano shriek, her scarlet buttocks wriggling furiously and her stockinged legs flailing back and forth in a revealing manner.
Despite Erica's shrieks and sobs of anguish, Frank proceeded to give her a thorough working over with the belt. Squirming and wriggling frantically, Erica was in hysterics when he finally stopped. Pausing to catch his breath for a moment, Frank admired the intriguing combination of brightly scarlet feminine bottom and shapely legs attired in black, full fashioned nylons.
"Now, Erica, get into a kneeling position on the bed with your skirt up!" he told the sobbing young woman.
Erica haplessly complied. "Please! Please, you're not going to spank me anymore, are you?" she tearfully pleaded in a distraught tone of voice.
"Please, please, I couldn't stand it! I'm just blistered all over!"
"No, I'm not going to spank you!" the former headmaster told her, standing up with his jutting erection pounding for release. "Spread your legs apart!"
"What are you going to do?" Erica asked in a very small voice as she reluctantly spread her stockinged knees apart. "Oh, no, you wouldn't!!" she gasped with horror when she began to realize what he had in mind.
Without replying, Frank moved into a kneeling position behind the cringing, miserable young woman.
"Oh, NO!" Erica shrieked. "You wouldn't!!! Please, not that! It's too humiliating! Please!" She twisted wretchedly in front of him, looking back haplessly over her shoulder to plead with him. "No, don't! Please!"
"Stay in position!" Frank demanded, ignoring her fervent entreaties.
Sobbing and shaking with fear and humiliation, Erica miserably remained in position on her knees and elbows with her scarlet, blistered bottom sticking up all too vulnerably. Frank caught her by the waist and began maneuvering to complete the anal connection.
"Please! Please! Frank, please!" Erica wept. "It'll hurt too much!
Please, it'll never fit! You're too big! Please put it in my mouth… or anything!"
Frank employed his thumbs to open her scarlet bottom cheeks as much as possible. Erica winced with pain as his masculine fingers brushed against her blistered bottom, and between sobs begged and pleaded to be spared the final indignity.
"Hold still!" Frank ordered.
"Oh, no, please! Please! Please!" Erica buried her face in her hands and sobbed as she made her final appeals. "Oh, please! Please!"
Her feminine body limp with fear, Erica shuddered as she awaited impalement on Frank's thick, lust-maddened masculine organ. Frank moved closer to her, allowing his rigid penis to slide into the crevice of her rotund buttocks. The contact produced violent quakes from Erica, who collapsed into blubbering tears and unintelligible pleas. Slowly, Frank allowed the bulbous head of his prick to explore the entrance to her narrow anal channel.
"Oh, no!" Erica sobbed. "Please, it won't fit! It won't fit! It's too big!"
Holding the squirming, sobbing young woman at the waist, Frank began inserting his thick, hot penis into the small opening.
"OWWWW!" Erica screamed at the top of her lungs as the huge crown began penetrating her anal canal, dilating the small opening in a highly painful manner. "Oh, for heavens sakes, no! Take it out! Take it out!
It's too big!"
As the head of his massive cock disappeared into the tiny pink aperture, Frank paused for a moment and then began thrusting forward to complete the anal penetration. Erica wept bitterly as she found herself impaled on the huge masculine weapon, and her sphincter muscles flexed desperately in an effort to expel the foreign intruder. Her kneeling body was convulsed with sobs, and her feminine spasms provided added thrills for his madly pounding shaft.
"Please, I can't stand it!" Erica begged. "Please, take it out! You're killing me!"
"Now you're really going to get butt-fucked, you little Nazi!" Frank told her.
Frank began thrusting his rock hard, thick penis back and forth inside the warm, incredibly tight canal. Each forward thrust produced a convulsive sob from the distraught young woman. Pumping with firm thrusts, he slipped his hands down between her legs and began to fondle her dripping-wet cunt. Erica's fountain began to gush its warm liquids over his fingers, and her bright red bottom wriggled girlishly as he worked his fingers between her slippery cuntal lips. Probing her hot, sticky pussy with his fingers, he continued thrusting his wildly throbbing penis back and forth inside her little butt.
"Oooooohhhhh! Ouch! Oh! Ouch!" Erica began to reveal in the mixture of pain and pleasure. "Oh! It hurts but it's… Oh! Ouch! Oooh! Oh!
Ooooohhhh!"
As Frank's probing fingers aroused her more and more, Erica began moving heir spank-reddened bottom around with progressively more frantic gyrations. As his pulsating shaft slid back and forth in the tight confines of her little rear, Frank could feel her anal muscles clutching frantically at him. His blood-dilated cock was aching for release and he made no attempt to hold himself back. Sliding his fingers past her lust-crazed clitoris and into her vagina, he began thrusting with almost brutal strokes that sent his rock-hard prick deep into her constricting anal tunnel. Finally, he simply let himself go and blasted his hot semen into her little butt with voluminous spurts.
"Oh! Ooooohhhh! Oooooohhhhh!" Erica wriggled and squirmed frantically and Frank could see that she was deep in the throes of an intensely masochistic orgasm.
Afterwards, Frank quickly picked up the gun that she had placed on the nightstand earlier. "Okay, Erica, I'm afraid the party's over for you for the duration!" he told her.
As he expected, Erica lost no time kneeling before him with her hands folded prayerfully in front of her. "Please! Please!" she begged. "Don't turn me in! I'll do anything you say! I'll be your slave! Please!
Please!"
"I'm afraid not, Erica!" Frank told her. "You're a real temptation, but this time I'm afraid we'll have to put duty ahead of pleasure." As he spoke, he reached for the telephone and Erica collapsed in sobs on the floor.
"What will they do with her?" Elizabeth asked when the two of them met at Frank's apartment later that evening.
"Nothing much," he replied. "She'll probably be interned and then sent back to Germany after the war."
"Well, I suppose that concludes our assignment together," Elizabeth remarked with a trace of regret in her voice.
"Not entirely," Frank replied.
"What do you mean?" she asked, obviously puzzled.
"Erica caught on to us because of your carelessness," Frank told her in a matter-of-fact voice.
Elizabeth caught on quickly. "And I suppose you intend to discipline me for that," she remarked.
"Don't you think you deserve it?" Frank asked quietly.
Blushing deeply, Elizabeth submissively draped herself across Frank's knees…