Chapter 10
As Donna's fame spread, more and more clients wanted her and the demand became more than she was able to handle. Despite this, she never hurried a client, always did her job well and made every man or woman feel that theirs was a personal relationship, that she was doing it not for money, but for love.
She had previously considered prostitution as a business to serve males in sexual need and was surprised at the number of women who were pleased to pay for her services.
Due to her popularity, Donna was given a say in arranging her calendar and as much as she liked her work, she was careful to give preference to the clients who tipped most generously.
By eighteen her body had achieved the maturity and beauty of womanhood while retaining the bloom of youth. Her versatility added to her charm. On one call, she could be a gently purring kitten while a panting woman made love to her beautiful body, hot, hungry love, bathing her body with moist kisses and sucking in her crotch until her clitoris felt raw.
And yet, on her next call, if it was demanded, she could be brutally cruel, binding the wrists and ankles of her victim, then drawing screams of agony as she laid on the desired punishment with leather strap, riding crop, cane, birch or leather thonged martinet, lacerating the jerking body until she decided it was time to stop.
If the victim required humiliation as well as physical punishment, Donna was a gem there too. While he groveled at her feet, she would have him suck the toes of her nylons and the crotch of her panties, would bend from the waist to have him lick and tongue her little pink anus.
There were a few urine fetishists among her clients, all males. With two of them, she would have them lie in the tub or on a bed covered with a plastic or rubber sheet and would heap verbal abuse on them before she would squat over the trembling victim, threaten him, make him stare up into her crotch, then let loose a hot stream to bathe his body.
If the man had been whipped previously so that his skin was lacerated, her urine stung painfully, but that was his business as was the danger of infection. He wanted it, he paid for it, he got it. Donna was not her brother's keeper and had no intention of applying for the role.
Another man, one of the city's most respected financial giants, was horrified at her mention of men who paid her to urinate on them. Instead, he would go over her lap for a spanking with the back of a wooden hairbrush, then, after he got up and was finished crying, he would fit his mouth into her crotch and drink greedily as her urine flowed. He never lost a drop and only after his drink was he able to achieve an erection and have intercourse with her.
One of her favorites was a woman in her early forties. She was a little too plump and had a massive behind, but her flesh was firm and her skin silken smooth,
Their game never varied. They would sit in the woman's living room and chat over a drink, then, when the woman was ready she would tell Donna.
Donna's smile would vanish then to be replaced by a stern, almost cruel expression as she became the headmistress of a private school while the big woman reverted to the role of refractory student.
Donna would upbraid her for her conduct and bad manners, then announce that she was to be caned on the bare behind as punishment.
Scolding the woman, Donna would order her to raise her dress and slip to her waist and hold them there as she walked, with Donna following, to her bedroom.
There, Donna would sit and lower the woman's panties, take her over her lap and spank her bare behind a warm shade of pink while the woman cried and pleaded for mercy.
But the spanking was only a warm-up to set the tone of the session. While the woman stood sobbing and rubbing her tingling buttocks, Donna would go on scolding her as she slowly undressed, stripping naked except for garter belt, nylons and shoes.
She would order the woman to produce her cane, a long, thin, very whippy one and the woman would kneel to present it to her, her eyes wet with tears, her voice girlish as she begged Donna not to cane her, offering to perform various sexual tributes on her instead, acts such as cunnilingus and anal licking and osculation.
"Yes, Nancy," Donna would reply, coldly, "you will suck my cunt and tongue my arsehole, but that will be after I have striped your chubby arse with my cane. Kiss my cunt now then get on your feet," she would snap in that cruelly cold tone.
Trembling, the woman would press a gentle and ardent kiss to her vulva, then get to her feet, her big breasts swaying, tears trickling down her cheeks.
Tapping the woman lightly on one hip with the cane, Donna would have her bend over the back of a chair and grip the arms with both hands.
"What a big, fat behind you have, Nancy," she would comment. "It will require many strokes with the cane to stripe it properly. At least twenty."
While the woman sobbed and pleaded, Donna ran her hands over the smooth cheeks and ordered Nancy to spread her feet wider apart.
"That's it, Nancy, now while I amuse myself by beating your big arse with my cane, I'll be able to look at your cunt too. Oh yes, Nancy, you do show your cunt when you bend over like this. I like making you expose your arse and cunt to me. See how your big tits are dangling. I'm going to make them bounce with my cane, starting right now."
She delivered the first flick of the cane with a hissing swish and drew an agonized cry from her naked victim.
"My, that did sting, didn't it? What a lovely red line it drew across your fat cheek. Have another, dear ... and another."
She administered the first ten strokes quickly, then abruptly changed her style and teased the woman, touching lightly with the cane, running it up her inner thighs and in her crotch, then flicking it in another stinging stroke, biting the tender flesh of her ample buttocks cruelly, never breaking the skin, but making her buttocks a network of fiery red lines, keeping her crying victim dancing, her behind bouncing, her plump, white breasts swaying madly as the cane swished again and again.
The number of strokes was never announced before the punishment began, but it always was between twenty and twenty-five and as Donna announced the end of the caning, the woman would leap erect and rub her red streaked, stinging buttocks with both hands, her big breasts flapping wildly.
By then, Donna was invariably so wildly aroused that she would permit the woman to go on with her dance while she slipped a finger into her crotch and induced an orgasm.
After that, she would pick up her cane again and threaten the woman with another twenty strokes unless she performed cunnilingus on her. Pretending she did not want to do it, the woman would kneel, tearfully and press her mouth to Donna's vulva.
While the woman lapped, her arousal at a fever pitch, Donna would tease her with the cane, always threatening another beating, until orgasm swept over her. After that, the woman would be allowed to masturbate as many times as she needed to reach a state of calm and content.
It never ceased to amaze Donna that a woman would pay such high fees to be abused in such a manner, not did it ever cease to delight her as she pocketed the fees and tips such persons provided.
Another favorite of Donna's, one of the most generous tippers was an old man who could achieve an erection only in one way.
She would go to his apartment and they would sit and chat over a drink. She would sit opposite him with the hem of her dress hiked up to display her thighs.
He wore only a bathrobe and kept one hand in it, playing with his penis. On command, she would take her dress off and they would engage in a most erotic conversation during which she would tell of her sexual experiences.
After a while, he would have her remove her bra and play with her breasts. That always excited him and usually brought his penis into a state of semi-erection.
Her panties were always the final garment to be removed, she would push them down below her buttocks and walk around the room, fondling her nether cheeks and playing in her crotch.
He would tell her when to remove them and Donna always obliged. Through it all, he never touched her in any way, never seemed to want to.
Donna would be obliged to assume various poses and to masturbate for him. When she was not able to climax often enough to satisfy her client, she would pretend orgasm, something she could do so well that he never suspected when she was pretending rather than experiencing orgasm.
As the climax of their session approached, the man would ask her for her panties. Smiling, she would hand them to him and stand watching as he finished his masturbation by ejaculating into her panties and tucking them into the pocket of his robe.
He always kept the panties, but considering how big a tip he always gave her, she didn't mind having to keep replacing them. Practical soul that she was, she always wore inexpensive but pretty nylon panties when she went to visit him.
Another facet of her profession which amazed her in the beginning, was the number of men who were very obviously big men in the world of business who sought refuge from their lives of leadership by having Donna play the maternal role while treating them like young boys, scolding them and taking them over her lap with their pants and shorts down and spanking them, making them cry and kick as she spanked with open palm or hairbrush.
She wondered what made these men tick, how a man could change so quickly from business executive to naughty little boy, crying while his Mummy spanked his bare behind and made him cry.
Sometimes she would administer a spanking to one and at the end of the session, would see him glance at his watch as though afraid of being late for some important appointment.
She wondered what the person with whom he had the appointment would think if he knew that this executive was sitting on a behind that was hot and tingling from having been spanked and that only a little while before, he had been crying and pleading as he told his spanking Mummy how hot and sore his poor little bum was and begging her to stop spanking.
Each client contributed more than money as she became a student of human nature, learning something from each, never condemning, always striving for a broader understanding of human conduct.
No sexual act ever shocked her. The only one she did not truly enjoy was submitting to anal intercourse, but even there, she did it with such a show of enjoyment that the client never knew she wasn't gaining pleasure as he did.