“Could you alter Sara for me?” Asked Adam Grimshaw.
     “That depends on what you want her to become.”
     “Open, willing, adventurous and into bondage and stuff. I only come here because
it’s where I can get the things I want with a woman these days. Now if you could get Sara
to give me those things, I’d really make it worth your while.”
     “You would, yes you would.” Dawson sipped the Scotch and thought about things for a
few minutes while Grimshaw sat next to him nervously. “Okay, I will guarantee to make Sara
do everything you will ever want her to do, but I will need your help if this is to
work.”
     “Okay, what do you want?”
     “I want you to say absolutely nothing about what you saw at home this evening. Say
nothing, don’t act any differently and just pretend nothing has changed. When are you next
out of town?”
     “About two weeks, for four or five days. Why?”
     “Because I will sort out your wife while you are away and you will notice a big
change in her when you get back. I’ll talk about the fee in a moment. Cheryl,” Dawson
turned his head as the petite, blonde-haired girl came into the room, “hi sweetie. Dave
says I have to see you after the performance. Make it a good one, for me love.”
     “Yes, master Greg,” she said softly. Her blonde hair came down to her waist and her
petite figure looked inviting in the stockings, and tight fitting nurses uniform she was
wearing. She would not be wearing it for long once she started to entertain the dozen or
so men gathered in the bar area.
     “Right, Adam, let’s get some details and then I will wait for your call when you are
next going abroad. By the way, which of the young women here are you seeing tonight?”

     Twenty minutes later Cheryl was naked except for the suspender belt. She finished
the dance by grinding her pelvis in the face of one of the leering men and then quickly
gathered up her scanty clothes and left the stage.
     “I’ll wait to hear from you. Now, make sure you say nothing to Sara as it would ruin
things. Let me know a couple of days before you go abroad and I’ll be ready. Now, I have
business to attend to,” said Dawson, standing up abruptly and following the stripper
backstage through the curtained doorway.
     “So, Cheryl,” said Dawson when he entered her changing room, “how’s it going?”
     “Fine. Did you like the dance?”
     “I’ll be honest – I was a bit preoccupied, but you seemed to be popular with the
punters.”
     “Thanks, I thought so.” Cheryl sounded a bit nervous as if she knew what was coming
next.
     “Dave has a problem,” said Dawson quite simply.
     “With me?” Cheryl sounded confused.
     “Yes, with you.”
     “What’s his problem?”
     “Apparently you refused to do some things for one of the customers the night before
last.”
     “Night before last?” She pretended to think hard, but knew exactly what the customer
had complained about. “Oh yes, but he was very drunk and I didn’t feel safe in his
company.” She lied. The fat, arrogant bastard had been all over her during the evening. He
was repulsive and the last person she ever wanted to go with so she’d made up all kinds of
excuses not to give the guy the blowjob he had wanted as what should have been the prelude
to an hour’s session. When she had refused, the guy had pulled up his pants and stormed
out of the room to find the club’s owner. 
     “Well, Dave isn’t going to pay you if you don’t do what the punters want,” said
Dawson. “Not only that he wants you to be reminded of your duties here.”
     “Shit,” said Cheryl, “you really should have seen and smelled the guy, then you
would understand.”
     “I do understand, but I also have my reputation to think of.”
     “Yeah, and I have mine.”
     “Okay, we’ll cut to the chase then. Dave is giving you the choice. An hour’s therapy
with me in the penthouse suite, now, or you are out.”
     “Do I have a choice?” Cheryl asked, with fear in her eyes. The penthouse suite was
not a normal suite, but a fully equipped bondage room with all kinds of extras to met the
requirements of the most discerning customers.
     “Yes, you have the choice, if you have the money saved up to walk out and find
something else.”
     “I don’t.” Cheryl was shuffling nervously from one foot to the other.
     “Time to go upstairs then,” said Dawson. He took the arm of the woman and ushered
her into the hallway of the club. The lift to the penthouse suite was waiting. Dawson
subtly acknowledged Dave who was standing in the shadows of a corner of the hallway and
then the lift began its ascent to the suite.
Once the lift door had closed, leaving them in the penthouse suite, Dawson spun the woman
round to face him.
     “Warm up time,” he said softly. “Go to the back of that chair and bend over it,” he
said pointing to the armchair in the middle of the room. Cheryl was still dressed as she
had left the stage except she had wrapped a bathrobe around her before they had left the
changing room.
     In a moment she was over the chair, knowing Dawson would soon be warming up her
bottom. Cheryl also knew the penthouse suite was soundproof so she could scream blue
murder and no one would know. She was bent over the chair for a full minute, wondering
what the delay was. Then she felt Dawson lift the bottom of the flowing bathrobe until he
had lifted it over her ass and onto her back. She felt him fiddling with something then
and in a moment realised he’d pinned the robe up so it would not fall down and cover her
ass cheeks again. 
     The paddle was two inches wide and twelve long with a handle on one end. It was made
from patented leather, was supple and firm at the same time. It was designed to impart
maximum force to a concentrated area of ass that would be in impact with each stroke. 
     Dawson lined up the paddle blade against Cheryl’s backside and spoke softly.
     “One day you are going to learn to be the best cock sucker in the world and do
exactly what your customers want you to do. Either that happens quickly or your ass will
forever be red and hot.”
     The paddle slapped her ass cheeks four times very softly before the first, stinging
stroke forced Cheryl further over the back of the chair at the same time as she cried out
with the sudden pain. Instinctively she reached her hands round the back to protect her
poor bottom, but Dawson was having none of it.
     “Keep your feet on the ground and keep your hands out of the way. If you can’t do
that then we can always continue the therapy in another position where you are unable to
prove you are an adult by standing still and taking what’s coming.”
     “Yes, master,” said Cheryl. The paddle struck her ass again and she cried out loudly
but managed to resist the desire to sooth her burning ass by rubbing it with her hands. 
     Ten times the paddle landed across her tight ass flesh, each stroke making her cry
out with the pain. After the ten strokes Dawson put the paddle aside and examined his
handiwork. Her buttocks were bright pink.
     “Now stand up and face me.” Dawson commanded her. He already had the jaw spreader
ready for use. “Open your mouth wide,” he said and waited until he could see Cheryl’s back
teeth. Then he slipped the closed device in place between her upper and lower sets of
teeth and popped the spring, which forced the upper and lower parts of the device apart
and with them, Cheryl’s mouth was forced wide open. 
     “Now, kneel down.” Cheryl tried to make some kind of protest but with her mouth
forced open, speech was impossible.  “Do it now, or I will cane that pink ass of yours
until you bleed.”
     Cheryl sank to her knees. Dawson walked behind her and she felt the length of rope
round her wrists as Dawson tied them together.
     “You won’t be using those any more during this session,” he said. “Now, let’s see
what all the fuss has been about.”
     Cheryl heard the zip being popped as Dawson walked back in front of her. Then, with
her eyes closed, she felt the hot, hard erection as it was fed into her mouth through the
parting in the clamp. Cheryl could do nothing except kneel there and take the hot, stale
cock in her mouth. Dawson pumped it in and out of her mouth, making her gag when he
touched the back of her mouth with the head.
     “Next stroke in I want you to deep throat me,” he said and very slowly began to inch
his cock into her mouth again.
     Cheryl’s eyes opened wide when she heard the words. Rapidly she adjusted the
position of her body to line up her throat with the cock that was now nearly at the back
of her mouth.
     Dawson kept on pushing it into her mouth as he felt her reflex gagging begin. She
was not used to taking cock like this, but she would be in a few minutes.  He pushed his
cock all the way in until his wiry pubic hair touched the clamp that was forcing Cheryl’s
mouth open. Then he held it there for a moment before withdrawing.
     “Not so bad, was it?” he said as she gasped for air. Once she’d had a couple of
breaths he lined up his cock again. “Next one,” he said. “Take it like the last one.”