I have a daughter, Valerie, by name. She's nineteen and, in a father's unprejudiced opinion, just perfect. She and a friend of hers, Ruth, came up to me the other day as they had a request.
Val wasn't backward about it. She just fronted right up to me and said she wanted me to do them a favour. I said sure, anything you want, and then Val started to beat around the bush.
That's when I realised I should have asked what the favour was, first. I had a funny feeling I was going to have to back out of it. Valerie, you must understand, is a very straightforward sort of person. You've heard of people who take the bull by the horns? Valerie isn't quite as retiring as those people. She grabs the bull by the testicles and squeezes them until she gets what she wants. For her to dither when asking for something was most unusual.
Eventually she blurted it out. Would I be so kind as to rape Ruth?
My immediate reaction was to wonder where I could locate a good psychiatrist at short notice. Looking at the two hopeful faces I decided that a lot more thought was needed, and decided to explore the request.
"Why?" I asked.
Apparently heartened by the fact that I hadn't just laughed at them or given a flat refusal, the girls explained. Apparently another girl they both knew, a stranger to me, had been raped by her boyfriend. She had confided to Ruth that while it had definitely been rape and she was very angry at her boyfriend, it was also some of the most exciting sex she had ever had.
Since then Ruth had been wondering what it would be like to be raped and how could you go about getting yourself raped safely. She didn't want to stir up her current boyfriend to the point where he raped her because they didn't yet have a sexual relationship, and if he raped her once and got away with it he might think it gave him licence to continue doing it.
Neither did she want to put herself into a position where some stranger would rape her. Anything could happen. She wanted some degree of security but wasn't sure how to go about it.
Ruth had been discussing possibilities with Val and Val had the brainwave that I would make the perfect rapist. Thank you very much for that vote of confidence, Val. It was a surprising choice in my opinion because Val had always seemed to regard me as a sexual neuter. She had always seemed to assume that after she was born, my testicles dropped off, and I never wanted to have sex again.
In case you're wondering, I've been a single father for years, but any sexual adventures I'd had had been well out of my daughter's view.
So the girls now had a theoretical rapist and a voluntary victim, but weren't sure how to get the show on the road.
I pushed a bit harder on why they had chosen me for a rapist. It turned out they trusted me. They knew I wouldn't actually do anything to hurt Ruth (excluding the little matter of rape) and that I wouldn't expect to carry on a sexual relationship with her afterwards. It would just be a once off rape so that Ruth could experience it.
"So what you really want is for Ruth to have some consensual non-consensual sex," I told them. "The way it works is that Ruth gives her consent at the start and can't withdraw that consent. It doesn't matter if she changes her mind, as I would just ignore any refusal. You would, in the initial consent, agree to certain limits.
For example, you would make the consent time-frame limited. You may say it applies to tomorrow and runs for forty eight hours, starting at midnight tonight. You may also like to limit the number of times you're agreeing to have sex in that period. You don't want to find yourself being pounced on every couple of hours and forced to have sex.
And you may want to limit what I can do.
Do you understand how it works?"
"I think so," said Ruth. "I'd say that you can have sex with me once tomorrow and then I forget about it, but at some stage tomorrow you ravish me."
"Close, but not quite accurate. What it means is that sometime tomorrow I would take you, even if you changed your mind and decided you didn't want sex with me after all. I would already have irrevocable permission, and if you do change your mind you're going to be raped anyway.
And I might want you to do things you don't want to do. What would you do if I demanded that you give me a blowjob to start with?"
Both the girls blushed at that and looked at each other.
"Um, I'm not sure," said Ruth. "I might refuse to do that."
"And I'm the rapist, remember. I might not let you refuse. How would you react if I spanked you until you agreed to do the blowjob?"
There was more blushing and exchanging of glances, but Ruth actually looked a little intrigued.
"I'm not sure that I'd like a spanking," she said.
What the hell. I was sitting down and she was standing right there in front of me wearing a short skirt.
"Let's find out," I said and took hold of her arm and pulled.
Ruth suddenly found herself across my knee. I just flicked her skirt up and peeled her panties down and then delivered a nice firm swat to her bottom.
The poor girl didn't know what to do. She squealed and kicked and appealed to Valerie for help. Valerie was too busy laughing at her to be of any assistance.
I gave Ruth another nice swat and then ran my hand down a bit, cupped her mound and squeezed it.
Ruth gave another squeal.
"What are you doing?" she wailed.
Letting her up, I laughed at her.
"Giving you something to think about," I told her. "Imagine how you'd be feeling right now if you were still bent over my knee, knowing the spanking had only commenced and that you were going to be raped once it was completed."
Ruth was blushing and hastily pulling her panties back into place. She was also, I noticed, breathing hard and her nipples were erect. Interesting.
"Ok, girls. Why don't the pair of you go off and discuss the whole thing some more now that you know a bit more about what you're asking. If Ruth really wants to go ahead with it she can come back and discuss it with me.
Alone. You will keep your nose out of it," I added, speaking to Val.
The two young women hastily left, not just the room but the house, and I could see them waving their hands and talking as they walked off down the street.
It was just after seven in the evening when Ruth dropped past to see me. Val was at work and would be for a couple of hours. I smiled at Ruth and invited her in and she followed me into the lounge room.
I settled her onto the couch, sitting at the other end of it, and gave her a quizzical look. She blushed slightly, but she was determined.
"I really want to know what it's like," she said, not looking directly at me. But I don't want to have to give a blow job or," going deeply red, "anal. I just want to know what it's like to have no real choice. I thought sometime over the next day or so I could come around and we'll see how it goes."
"So you are effectively giving me permission to have sex with you sometime between now and the next two days?" I asked. "Only once and within the limits you just specified."
Ruth nodded vigorously, but I wasn't having that. I was recording her consent and I needed her to say it.
"I didn't hear that," I told her, smiling.
