Buy her and show her she was right to be terrified

Safe in the knowledge that you can make this all fine using the Rulebook if things go wrong, you prepare to bid. You watch the other attendees, rather than the girl on the block, to make sure that you get in first if you see someone else about to put their hand up. However, nobody seems inclined and the price goes down and down. Suddenly a young man calls out.

"At least let us see what we're buying. We can't tell anything in that get up."

The auctioneer seems to consider for a moment, although you're pretty sure it's all rehearsed, then nods agreement.

"You're quite right. Strip her."

At this point, Chia completely stops cooperating and it takes four of the big sisters to **** her out of her clothes. Her slim but curvaceous figure takes your breath away as it is revealed bit by bit and you wonder whether jealousy played any part in the decision to put her through this. All the students at the university are extremely attractive, but this one is exceptional even among the most beautiful. The fact that she's currently crying doesn't hurt in your eyes, either.

You can hardly hold back any longer and as soon as the price has dropped a couple more times, you bid. The auctioneer seems surprised and you briefly worry that the whole situation was a set up intended to frighten the eighteen year old and shame her when nobody wanted to buy her, no matter how low the price, but then you remember the big sister at the entrance who encouraged you to bid on the last lot. Sure enough, the hammer comes down and you are the proud owner of a horrified but stunning young brunette, for a little while, at least.

It turns out to be a very little while, as Chia's blood relative approaches you apologetically and tells you that you can only have her for a couple of hours, because she has to catch the overnight coach back home. You shrug; the pittance you're paying is more than worth two hours of sex and submission from such a goddess in human form. She offers you the use of her room in the sorority house, so you don't have to waste time travelling.

Just a few minutes later, you're sitting on a bed recently divested of an overabundance of pillows and stuffed toys, looking at a naked, trembling beauty standing before you, eyes downcast, hand behind her back. Close up, you can make out the faint shadows of the assessment, almost completely faded now, but still painful if she's to be believed.

"Are you going to play along with this **** thing, Chia, even though you were more or less **** into it?"

"Y-yes, master. I'll obey you."

"Why?"

"I don't want to be punished. Any more than I have to be, anyway. I know I'm going to be punished really badly."

"What for?"

"Not being good enough at sex. The big sisters told me you're very strict."

"Is it true that you're a virgin?"

"I-I'm not into boys, master, so yes, I suppose I am. Technically."

"Would you like to stay a virgin?"

"Yes, master, but what I want doesn't matter. You own me." That simple statement turns you on more than anything else she could say right now.

You order her to pleasure you with her mouth, and she falls to her knees almost eager to escape your questioning, tears falling down her face. Even her inexperienced attentions would be enough to bring you to climax, if you didn't want the excuse to flog her cruelly, so you only give her a few moments, before reaching for her personal whip.

The olive-skinned beauty dissolves into hysterics as soon as you tell her she's getting a dozen lashes. Clearly, her assessors did a good job choosing this particular implement if it causes such abject terror. You have her stand on tiptoes, with her hands against the wall and soon see why she reacted so strongly, when the first stroke covers the space between her shoulder blades with a fan of livid weals. She screams and howls and screams again.

"Two more lashes for making such a fuss," you say, barely able to keep the glee from your voice. "Remember to thank me for each one and ask politely for the next, or I'll have to start repeating them. Also, keep your fingers together, don't splay them out like that."

By the half-way point, you're pleased with the discipline you've managed to instil. Four extras for various posture violations and her back, bum and thighs are a complete mess, but she's managing to hold still, finally, despite the overwhelming agony. It's only going to get worse, though. You order her to turn around, hands palm-up on top of her head, fingers linked, shoulders back, chest pushed out. The change in position is **** in itself, aggravating the welts adorning the supple flesh of her back, but flogging her tits, tummy and the fronts of her thighs is torment of an entirely different magnitude. Amazingly, she only earns two extras in this phase, but you have special plans for those.

Kneeling on the floor, head down, spreading her cheeks with her hands, makes her cunt and arsehole perfect targets. Two strokes with the multi-tailed lash is more than enough to leave the sensitive areas flogged raw, but you're delighted to be able to give her a third for excessive screaming, just to make sure.

For a tip, you demand she mounts you and takes your cock in her thrashed arse, but you nearly cum before she even starts, purely from the look of utter despair on her face when you tell her she'll get two dozen if she's unsatisfactory again.

Truly, there was never any possibility of anything else and by the time you've completed the promised chastisement, including extras, there's barely an inch of her body not welted and burning. You sit on her face for your second tip, her tongue delving your rear passage with fervour bordering on desperation, then tilt her head back over the side of the bed and slide your prick down her unresisting throat.

She chokes, but doesn't pull away, almost welcoming the oblivion that scratches at the edge of her consciousness when her air supply is cut off by your engorged member, then the stimulation is too much for you and she finally manages to coax you into spending yourself in her wet warmth.

Time unfortunately up, you hand her back to her sister, who is justifiably worried, but reassured (after a brief inspection) that she will recover, eventually. On your way out, she thanks you for helping train Chia and prepare her for what to expect if she manages to secure a place at the university. The other sisters say their goodbyes as you leave and, feeling a little peckish after all that spanking and fucking, you decide to head home.

It's getting a little chilly out, so you order a taxi and think back over recent events whilst you wait. It occurs to you that many women would benefit from some training before starting university and a few strokes of the pencil in the Rulebook later, you've created a system to allow inexperienced young ladies to buy sex lessons (and almost inevitable beatings) from lecherous old university dons like you. A few minutes on your laptop during the journey home finds you your first client and you arrange for the eighteen year old black girl (whose parents helpfully provided photographs of her naked body after her assessment on the application) to come over to your place tomorrow night. Walking up the path to your front door, you have quite a spring in your step.