Consequences For A Rich Girl Conclusion

After I was again locked into that horrid chastity device at Daddy’s instigation, Alec and I never actually ended our relationship; he just said, “I’ll call you” which meant that he wouldn’t. I was no longer able to supply his needs so he went off to look elsewhere.

Then I got a call from Daddy inviting me down to the family estate in the West Country; it is a neo classical mansion set in huge grounds complete with stables, lake and the whole nine yards. I arrived mid-afternoon on the Thursday and our housekeeper asked me to go into the parlor. Mummy pushed off years ago with an Italian aristocrat; Daddy says the man is a real Count – or something like that.

To my surprise, I was greeted in the parlor by a tall, slim man who stood up and offered his hand to shake. He wore beige slacks with sharp creases and an open necked checked shirt and introduced himself as Paul. He said Daddy was on the encrypted line to Fort Bragg in USA. It was obvious that Paul was in the armed forces and he turned out to be a Major in the Royal Marines.

Because Daddy is something in the War Office, most of his friends are generals or admirals and he would not normally talk to someone as low as a Major but I guessed that Paul was something special – SAS or something like that.

For as long as I can remember, Daddy has been having off the record meetings with senior officers at our estate when he would spend hours in the lounge talking behind closed doors. I was very accustomed to middle aged officers staring at my boobs over the dinner table and sitting too close to me on the sofa or making little quips about liking a girl who is a “good sport”.

Paul was really good company and when Daddy joined us, Paul said that he would go off and look through the material they had been studying earlier. Daddy gave me his customary hug and we sat down for what was obviously going to be a serious talk. He began by saying that he had heard that Alec and I were no more. It was obvious that he had been spying on me and I was angry inside but there was no point in making a fuss as spying is what Daddy does and he had been doing it to me since I was in Primary School.

As we spoke, he casually picked up the TV remote control and the screen came to life with the sound muted. My mouth fell open in silent shock as I beheld myself in full HD color being fucked within an inch of my life on that workbench back in the house of pain and pleasure. I had no idea that they had cameras there but I suppose I had been naïve.

Daddy was saying that there was nothing wrong in a healthy young girl doing what was natural but I needed to be careful in my choice of men and immediately put an end to my recent string of unsuitable yobs. I could not argue with him as I knew that my choice of men had resulted in a long chain of failed relationships with low born boys who were drawn by the combination of a wealthy family and a willing pussy.

He told me to be honest and he asked me what I thought of what had gone on back in that house. This left me somewhat tongue tied as, on one hand it had hurt to be whipped and caned while handcuffed and hung from the ceiling and yet, there had been a tingle which had remained with me long after the event.