Her parents had not allowed her to dye her hair red. They had forbidden her to wear one of those hot leggings that the other girls in class wore. She had had to be home at ten o’clock every Saturday night while the others were having fun late into the night at the disco. She had had to ask permission for everything and then she was grounded on the weekend of her best friend’s birthday. That was the moment she had run away from home.

Of course she had gone to Sabrina’s birthday party. After all, everyone else was there too. She had a rucksack full of clothes with her because she wanted to stay the night. Actually, she didn’t want to go back home at all. After all, she was sixteen and as good as an adult, even if her parents didn’t see it that way.

At home, she would have expected a beating, she could assume. So she didn’t dare return the next day feeling remorseful. Father would definitely use the leather strap again. He always did that when her „skin was itching“, as he used to say. She would roll around naked on the floor and he would hit her with powerful blows. Until he was satisfied. Until her whole body bore the marks of her chastisement and she skipped school for days because she was embarrassed.

She spent the night with friends for three days and told them that she was having trouble at home. Once she slept with Moritz. He was her boyfriend, or at least he would have liked to be. But she had been coy so far. So it had never come to more than a kiss. He had even grabbed her skirt once and touched her where she had only ever done it herself. That was nice, but she hadn’t told anyone about it. After all, her friends thought that she and Moritz had been sleeping together for a long time. They had all had boyfriends for a long time and most of them were even on the pill.

She was able to stay with Moriz for a whole week. His parents were out of town and he was naturally delighted to be with her. There was a price to pay, of course, and she had to give herself to him whether she wanted to or not. But he was actually quite nice and so she got used to having sex every night. Mainly because he learned quickly and it got better every time. In the meantime, her parents had visited all her girlfriends and interrogated them. But they couldn’t tell them anything because she herself didn’t know where the runaway was.

Things only became critical when Moriz’s parents returned and she had to move out of his house. She could no longer stay with her friends because their parents had been alerted in the meantime. So she was on the street.

She didn’t want to go home. Definitely not. She knew all too well that she would beat her father black and blue as soon as she entered the house. The only solution she could think of was her grandma. But it soon became clear that this was anything but a good idea. Grandma lived in another town. It was almost an hour by train to get there. She wanted to save the ticket for the train journey and took the black train. She knew that there were rarely any checks on local trains. But Grandma proved to be of little help. She kept talking about how her parents were worried and wanted to call home immediately. At least she was allowed to stay with Grandma for one night. But she had to promise to return home the very next day. Which, of course, she didn’t do and was once again faced with the question of where to stay for the next few days.

She lived in no man’s land for four days. During the day, she roamed the city. Late in the evening, she looked for a place to sleep where she would be unobserved and therefore reasonably safe. After three days, she discovered an old lumberjack’s hut at the edge of the forest, which was obviously empty. She spent another three nights there. But she hadn’t showered for ages and it was beginning to show. When she had gone to her grandma’s, she had withdrawn all the money that was still in her account. She went to an internet café to find the cheapest hotel in town. She then drove there. She enjoyed her first proper bath in days, washed her panties and T-shirts, hung everything up to dry and spent the rest of the day watching TV.

Later that evening, she was hungry. She decided to use up the last of her money and went down to the restaurant. It wasn’t really much more than a snack bar, but it was cheap and therefore just right for her. She only noticed the man at the counter after a while. He kept looking over at her and smiling. He’s not unpleasant, she thought to herself and smiled back. At some point, he sat down next to her. He bought her a drink and started a conversation.

He was also a stranger here, she was told. He would be leaving the very next day. He was on vacation and on his way to a vacation home that he had rented for a week. It was up in the mountains and he just wanted to get away for a few days and relax. He had of course noticed that she was still very young, but that didn’t seem to bother him. He could probably guess why such a young girl was staying in such a shabby hotel. And he had quickly realized that she wasn’t one of those ubiquitous hookers who hung around in every hotel and got younger every year.

When he heard that she didn’t really have anything special planned, he invited her to come with him. It was beautiful in the mountains, he raved to her and needed little persuasion to gain her approval. Why not, she thought. After all, if she accepted his offer, she was guaranteed a full four weeks in which she wouldn’t have to worry about where to spend the night. Of course, she would have to give him what men wanted in return. But she was a real woman by now and knew how to do it. He was probably twice her age, but he seemed really nice and she had no qualms about confiding in a complete stranger.

Whatever he had planned for her, it couldn’t be worse than what was waiting for her at home. So the next day she sat with him in the car and they drove for almost three hours on highways and country roads into the mountains. At one point, he had gently placed his free right hand on her thigh. But it didn’t feel indecent, more like a fatherly, protective touch. The fact that he occasionally glanced in the direction of her blouse, under which a notable bulge was visible, was quite pleasant for her. After all, he gave her the feeling that she was a woman who already had something to offer a man. At some point, she undid two more buttons so that he had an unobstructed view of her tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra. It hadn’t dried out completely in the one night in the hotel.

The vacation home turned out to be a simple alpine hut that could only be reached via a narrow, bumpy road. The simple log cabin was situated quite high up in the mountains and seemed to be the only inhabited hut for miles around. During the day, you could hear the sound of the dairy cows grazing in the surrounding meadows. At night, there was absolute silence and she felt safe and secure in the presence of her spontaneous host.

Her companion seemed to know the area well and she concluded that this was not his first time here. They more or less spent their time reading and lazing around. In between, they also set off on more or less extended hikes and it wasn’t long before she felt like she was far away from the world and on vacation like she hadn’t been for a long time. Her parents were rather unimaginative in this respect. So she had never experienced more than an all-inclusive vacation at some beach hotel.

Clouds rolled in on the first weekend and a little later they were stuck in a steady rain that just wouldn’t stop. That was also the moment when she realized that it was time to pay for her vacation pleasures with the only thing a young girl had to offer a middle-aged man. Because there was nothing to do, they had both fallen asleep in the late afternoon and when she woke up again, she felt that he had slipped his right arm under her T-shirt and had probably been busy fondling her breasts and working her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger for a while. She pretended to be asleep and let him do his thing. A man is a man and she had known that he would come on to her sooner or later.

As her jeans were too tight and uncomfortable, she was only wearing panties and he took advantage of this fact to make his way between her legs with his other hand. His fingers explored the warm, moist folds and finally penetrated the depths of her pussy, which was more than ready to welcome this anything but unpleasant intrusion. She decided to give him what he demanded, stripped off the remaining clothes and took a wide-legged position above him while she inserted his cock, which had grown into a hard rod. She had never had sex like this before, but she had secretly watched enough porn to know what a woman has to do to bring a man to climax.

From that afternoon on, sex was a regular part of every vacation day. She was fucked to sleep and often woke up in the morning because his cock was already inside her again, impaling her from behind. If the weather was unstable, they also took a nap, which was of course preceded by a vigorous fuck. She learned a lot from her years older lover and enjoyed being the center of his seemingly insatiable passion. However, it was sometimes too much for her and she showed a demonstrative unwillingness to make him aware of it.

One day, he set off for a mountain hut and promised to be back in two hours at the latest. He only turned up three hours later and his rucksack was full to bursting with cheese, milk and homemade farmhouse bread. He also had a whole bundle of freshly cut twigs with him, which he had tied together to form a rod. What for, she would only realize later. The time for laziness was over now, he let her know. From now on, it was her job to look after him, cook and keep the hut clean. It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a request. It was an order and she sensed that a different wind was blowing from now on.

Until now, she had only helped him from time to time, doing her bit to do all the chores that came with a simple life without a fridge, electric stove and vacuum cleaner. Sometimes she had made a fire in the morning and surprised him with coffee and breakfast when he finally opened his eyes. Sometimes she had simply swept out the small space that made up the hut. Now and then she had also used her modest skills to cook something for both of them. That seemed only right and proper, since she was living here at his expense.

From now on, she would be responsible for everything that needed to be done around the house, while he just rested or set off on one of his hikes. He did this alone now too, because she had things to do. He also expected a hearty dinner when he returned tired to the hut and had told her more than once that she had better not disappoint him.

The sex between them had also taken on other forms. So far, he had been rather gentle with her. He had taken on the role of teacher and familiarized her with numerous varieties of love that had previously been foreign to her. Now he was decidedly demanding. When he felt like it – and that could be several times a day – he simply threw her on the bed and tore her clothes off before penetrating her with his long cock and fucking her hard. He usually worked her long enough for her to reach her climax and make clear sounds. Sometimes he was just in the mood for a quickie and didn’t care how she felt. In fact, he increasingly seemed to see her as nothing more than a servant who had to wait on him. There were hardly any conversations anymore, because you don’t talk to a housemaid. Brief instructions were therefore the only thing she heard from him for a few days. Occasionally he also insulted her as a spoiled city brat who should actually be treated much more harshly.

Then one evening she learned the significance of the tuft of thin rods that had had its permanent place in a corner of the room since his trip to the mountain pasture. She had pushed him off her when she was simply too tired to be fucked by him after a day of washing, cleaning and cooking. But she was to regret that bitterly.

He didn’t say a word. He just looked down at her with an icy stare and she could feel the naked rage brewing inside him. Then he reached for her and tore off the thin shirt that was the only piece of clothing she still had on. He grabbed the rod, turned her onto her stomach and held her with an iron grip while he struck her with a wide range of blows. She was the daughter of a father who was a strict disciplinarian and had known what a spanking felt like since early childhood. But so far she had only felt her father’s leather strap and occasionally her mother’s wooden spoon. This man, however, used a rod that he had cut off somewhere in nature especially for this purpose. This meant that with every stroke, three pencil-thin pieces of wood hit her body and left unmistakable marks, especially on her bottom and thighs. She screamed out the pain accordingly, while her slender body reared up and her long legs kicked wildly in the air.

When he had finished with her, he put the rod back in its place and wordlessly proceeded to undress while his eyes remained fixed on her. He crawled onto the bed with her, pulled her up to him by the hips and suddenly began to push his cock, which had already grown to its full size, into the opening in her body intended for it. To her amazement, she was anything but dry and he didn’t have to overcome any resistance to fill her up to the shaft and show her with prolonged, pumping movements who had the power over her young cunt and who took the right to fuck her whenever he felt like it.

The same procedure was repeated several times before the summer came to an end and it was time to travel home to the big city. He seemed to see her as little more than a young girl who still had a lot to be taught and whose education was far from complete. So he took every opportunity to chastise her extensively, just as you would chastise an unruly brat. Once he took pleasure in chasing her naked around the room while he repeatedly spanked her until her loud shrieking had stopped and she was just lying in a corner whimpering quietly. Another time he tied her to the head of the bed with a rope and enjoyed the sight of her body as she squirmed under his blows and learned, blow by blow, what he called obedience.

Once she managed to run away from him and escape outside. Naked as she was, however, she couldn’t stand it for too long among the cows, who stared at her blankly like a foreign body. So she crawled back into the hut, remorseful and with her eyes downcast. The rod was still waiting there for her exposed flesh. She was laid across the table and received a particularly enduring spanking before he took her directly on the spot and lived out his lust on her.

By the time she helped him pack up his small off-road vehicle for the return journey, something like normality had almost set in between them. She had learned how to behave in order to give him as little reason as possible to bring out the rod. He, on the other hand, seemed to be gradually coming to the realization that a girl not only wants to be taken hard and persistently, but also longed to be tenderly caressed, kissed and held in a man’s arms.

So when he offered to take her into his home on the long journey from the Alps back to the urban desert of the Rhine and Ruhr, she was initially quite unsure. But by the evening at the latest, she had realized that she really had no other choice. She was almost an adult, but she had no education whatsoever and the best she could have done was to keep her head above water with some poorly paid job. So his offer sounded more and more tempting the closer she got to home and the closer the time came for her to make a decision.

He was a man who didn’t hesitate to raise his hand if a woman didn’t want what he wanted. But he also had a tender side. Above all, he seemed to earn enough money to be able to afford a young mistress like her. So perhaps the whole thing was a twist of fate. Perhaps he was just the man she needed to escape her parental home. Maybe it was a chance she would never get a second time.

So her mind was made up when they were stuck in a traffic jam on the Ruhr, and she told him.

The journey ended in front of a rather impressive villa with a columned portal, which stood somewhat apart from the surrounding buildings. The façade was a dirty gray and had obviously seen better days. This was his castle, he said with an ironic undertone as the off-road vehicle stopped in front of a wide stone staircase leading to the slightly higher second floor of the stately building.

To their surprise, the interior of the old villa made a much better impression than the neglected exterior would have suggested. The rooms bore the hallmarks of high society some two hundred years ago. Elaborate stucco adorned the ceilings and solid oak doors bore witness to past wealth. The furnishings, on the other hand, were modern and she was quite taken with the taste of the man in whose hands she had placed herself.

He was a securities broker, she learned when he showed her around the house and she saw his office, where a massive old-fashioned desk was dominated by what felt like a dozen monitors. She had no idea what a broker was, but she didn’t want to appear stupid. So she didn’t ask him and left it at the assumption that his work probably had something to do with money and the stock market. So he worked from home and would keep an eye on her day and night, was a conclusion that seemed much more important to her.

He had already taken her cell phone from her in the mountains and she hadn’t seen it again since. Now he gave her a Chromebook, which was actually not much more than a cell phone with a large screen. She was supposed to use it to order everything she needed in the house. Clothes, household goods, food – everything. He had accounts with a dozen or so retailers and obviously hadn’t set foot in a store for years. He thought shopping was a waste of time in a digital world where everything was delivered free of charge.

She was strictly forbidden to use the phone unless he had specifically instructed her to make a particular call. Contact with her parents or friends was also not permitted. They were considered part of her former world and had no place in her current life. She now wore one of these smartwatches and whenever he wanted something from her, it would vibrate to summon her to his office.

She spent her first week in her new home mainly shopping. When the doorbell rang, it was almost certainly a delivery service and they not only brought food, but also clothes almost every day. Clothes for her, because he had seen her in the same clothes for over a month now and told her to go shopping to her heart’s content and buy all the things a young woman likes to wear to please a man. Money didn’t seem to be an issue and it wasn’t long before she had more clothes in her half of the shared closet than she had ever owned in her life.

She made her first big mistake when she sent a text message to her best friend. She was no longer living at home, she wrote. She was doing well, had a boyfriend and was happy. Just a simple message. She didn’t care what her parents thought, but at least her friend should be reassured and know that she was fine.

It didn’t take half an hour and her smartwatch buzzed. Unsuspecting, she went up to the office to ask him what he wanted and as soon as she opened the door, she knew she had a problem. He was obviously angry. He told her on the head that she had violated his strict instructions. And he told her to undress and wait for him in the bedroom.

So she was under surveillance. She would not be able to do anything in this house without him knowing about it. Nothing that he had not expressly allowed her to do. Nothing she was forbidden to do. No little secrets, like every wife had to keep from her husband. She belonged to him. He ruled over her. She led a life that all her friends would envy. But it was a golden prison and she was the prisoner.

There didn’t seem to be a willow rod here in the villa like in the summer in the mountain hut. But there was a wide leather strap with a polished wooden handle. He held it in his hand when he visited her in the bedroom. And he had a message for her.

He would not only demand absolute obedience from her, he let her know. He would also expect her to humbly and willingly accept her chastisement if he had reason to punish her. In return, he instructed her to kneel on the bed and present herself to him the way a woman presents herself to her husband for sex. Only he would know how many blows she would receive, he continued. And he would repeat each blow she had dodged until she had learned obedience and was ready to accept her rebuke without resistance.

Of course, it did not live up to his expectations. The supple leather left a hot burning mark on her buttocks and even when she gritted her teeth, she couldn’t take more than three blows without throwing herself to the side and howling. The result was that her punishment dragged on for what felt like an eternity and in the end he decided to tie her up and secure her to the head of the bed with both hands. Now she would receive the full punishment once again, he announced, and she screamed her head off as the devilish leather mercilessly ravaged every part of her body between her bottom and thighs.

Of course, he crowned her punishment with a hard fuck, as he had already done in the mountain hut, before he untied her again and left her on the bed to get back to his work.

So that was the price for a life of luxury at the side of a man who had his good points but could also be unyieldingly strict.