Kerri had been a very, very naughty girl.
That was why she was secured in position on the spanking bench: wrists, ankles and neck locked, restraining her bent over, her bottom bared and utterly vulnerable. That was why she waited there gagged with a bar of soap, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth as the bitter soap reminded her of the lies she’d told to Master.
But it wasn’t Master who would be punishing her that day. It was Tabby – Tabby, who submitted to Master just as Kerri did, but who had been left in charge while he was away. Tabby, who’s own uncertainty had made her balk in the face of Kerri’s bratty defiance.
They both had lessons to learn that day. Kerri’s was a lesson in obedience. Tabby’s was a lesson in dominance.
Tabby tried to feel bold as Master led her into the playroom. She thought of the way Master carried himself: calm, strong, never raising his voice, and tried to project that onto herself. But the sight of Kerri restrained on the bench, soon to be taking lashes by Tabby’s own hand – her confidence fled. What if she didn’t whip her hard enough? What if she whipped her too hard? What if-
Master’s arm wrapped comfortingly around her waist. “Be calm,” he said gently. “I’m right here, to guide you. Remember: Kerri needs to learn to be safe and honest. She knew very well what she was doing when she disobeyed. She knows she needs this punishment as much as we know she needs it. All has been discussed.”
Tabby nodded slowly. “Yes, Master. You’re right.”
They stood beside Kerri’s bench, and Master unbuckled her gag to remove the soap from her mouth. Kerri coughed and gagged, immediately beginning to whimper, “I’m sorry, Master! I’m sorry I lied, I’m sorry…”
“We know you are, little one,” Master said gently, offering Kerri water to rinse her mouth. “But you still need to be punished. Otherwise this lesson won’t stick, and you won’t remember that it’s a very bad idea to lie to me, and to disobey Tabby when I’ve left her in charge.” Master gave a slight pause, took Kerri’s face in his hands, and said softly. “You remember your safe word?”
“Yes, Master.” A little smile, a flicker of calm, showed briefly on Kerri’s face.
“And you are fine to proceed?”
She knew very well what she was doing when she disobeyed. Tabby had yet to fully understand Kerri’s need for punishment, her desirous drive for pain. But seeing the brightness in the woman’s eyes, buried there behind the contrition and fear – of course Kerri had known what she was doing. She was getting exactly what she wanted – what she needed.
“Good. Then we won’t be putting this off any longer. I think you know you deserve this, little one.”
“Master, pleeeeease, I’ll be good!” Kerri began to squirm, but the tightness of her restraints rendered all her struggling vain. As she wriggled on the bench, Master guided Tabby to the large, leather-bound chest at the foot of the four poster bed that dominated the room. Within lay numerous toys of pleasure and pain, and it was the instruments of pain that Master presented to her.
“Which shall you use, Tabby?” he said, as her hands caressed over the instruments. Paddles, straps, floggers, crops, leather and wood, all carefully constructed for pain. Tabby had felt them all herself, at one time or another. She liked to be obedient, and please her Master, but she also loved to feel the stings and deep aches of masterfully applied sensations. It took her a few moments, musing over each, trying to imagine how they would feel in her hands. Trying to imagine how it would feel to strike Kerri with each, how her cries of pain would differ between the strap and the flogger, the lasting sting between the paddle and the cane…
“How’s…how’s this one?” Tabby held up her choice for Master’s approval. It was a long, slim black cane, flexible and strong. Master smiled when he saw it.
“Excellent choice. I recall the last – in fact, the only – time I used that on you.”
Tabby gulped. She remembered her last session with that very cane as well. “It made me very sorry, Master. I learned my lesson with this. I think Kerri will too.”
Master nodded his approval. “Remember, if her safety word is used at any time, we stop. I’ll remove her restraints at once and we’ll be done. Equally so, if this reaches beyond your own limit, tell me.”
Tabby nodded. Eagerness and fear roiled in her belly. On one hand…the thought of hearing Kerri’s beautiful cries of pain, her sweet begging, seeing her struggle and squirm as the lashes bit into her – it made Tabby wet almost instantly, her cunt warming the more the fantasized visions flashed through her mind. But on the other…was she even strong enough to teach a lesson? Tabby thought of herself as a switch, but had been submissive for Master so long that the notion felt foreign.
“Show her the cane,” Master said, standing back and folding his arms to watch. “Inform her of what her punishment will be.”
Tabby hesitated. “How…how many…”
“As many as you think effective and fair.”
Tabby gulped, steeled her nerves, and went to Kerri’s side. The girl looked beautiful: naked, her perky backside curved at just the right angle for every lash, her legs spread just enough to part the soft lips of her labia. Tabby felt a jolt of excitement shoot through her: in just moments she’d be laying the cane to this beautiful woman’s ass, eliciting the most glorious cries, watching her squirm at the pain –
Tabby did her best to make her voice stern. “It’ll be a dozen with the cane, Kerri.”
Kerri looked up at her, eyes wide, lips trembling, her face a mask of contrition. Tabby leaned down, took the girl’s chin and said, “Be thankful I’m not making you keep the soap in your naughty, lying mouth during this punishment.”
Kerri’s eyes went even wider. “Yes…yes ma’am… thank you…”
Tabby moved back, into position, giving the cane a few test swings. Master watched carefully; the whistle of the cane singing through the air was music to his ears.
“Remember not to aim too high, nor too low,” he said, as Tabby readied her first strike. “Remember the range I showed you.”
Kerri suddenly let out a wail. “I’m sorry! Master I’m sorry! Please, pleeeeeease not the cane!”
“You know begging doesn’t work, little one,” Master said gently. “Tabby said you’ll have a dozen, so you’ll take a dozen. Beg all you’d like, but you’ll take your punishment just the same. Besides, it’s out of my hands now, isn’t it? It was Tabby you disobeyed, and Tabby you lied to before you lied to me. You’d best learn to obey her.”
“Tabby I’m sorryyyyy!” Kerri continued to whine, squirming, her pretty bottom wiggling in such a way that Tabby began to long to smack it.
“You’re about to sorrier,” Tabby said firmly. “I suggest you stop whining and focus. I want you to count these strokes aloud, understand?”
“Yes…yes, ma’am,” Kerri sniffled, quieting down – but only for a moment. Tabby aligned her aim, adjusting carefully to the light weight of the cane…
It hissed through the air, making contact with a sharp, vicious thwap!, and leaving a long red stripe behind. Kerri yelped at once, then struggled to stifle her whimpers.
“Very good, Tabby,” Master praised. “With more force this time.”
“N-no, Master, please-”
Tabby sharpened her next lash. A deeper, darker red stripe was laid down just below the first, and Kerri’s shriek grew more desperate.
“Ow! Aahh…two…two, ma’am…”
Tabby glanced at Master for approval, and felt butterflies in her stomach when he simply nodded. Her head rushed with the pleasure of having Kerri at her mercy – whimpering, unable to stop squirming in anticipation of the next lash, but perfectly restrained.
A third stripe was laid down, and Kerri wailed again and kicked her feet. “Ow! Please! Please, please-”
“How many was that, Kerri?” Tabby said sharply.
The girl sniffled before whining, “Three, ma’am! It hurts!”
“It needs to hurt,” Tabby replied, a little smile coming to her lips as she realized Kerri’s cunt was glistening with arousal. She was a little masochist indeed, and Tabby ached to smack that naughty little cunt next.
But Kerri still had nine lashes to go.
“Four, ma’am- AAHH! – f-five…five ma’am.”
Tabby had laid on the next two strokes in rapid succession. Kerri was sniffling, whining, and Tabby couldn’t help but laugh.
“It seems little Kerri is turned on by her punishment, Master,” she said. Master came nearer, inspecting Kerri’s prone cunt as if he didn’t already know. Without warning, he pressed two fingers deep inside her, and Kerri immediately moaned.
“Well, well, well,” he said. “Wet from your caning are you? What a naughty girl indeed. Does this little cunt want attention, hmm?” He slowly fucked her with his fingers, and the sight of her shining juices on his fingers made Tabby’s heart race.
“Y-yes, Master….pleeeease…” Kerri hung her head, moaning with pleasure. But just as quickly as he’d begun, Master took his hand away.
“That’s just too bad,” he chuckled. “That’s all the pleasure your poor cunt is going to get. Instead, I think I’ll have Tabby put on the strap and fuck your ass when we’re done. Would you like that, Tabby?”
Tabby almost felt dizzy with the pleasure of the idea. “Yes, Master. I think…I think we should plug her for the remaining lashes.”
Master tweaked an eyebrow and smirked. “Thinking more like me every minute. Excellent idea.”
Tabby went back to the chest, rummaged in it, until she found a pink plug, shaped like an elongated bulb with a jeweled handle. Lubricating it thoroughly, she approached Kerri again, who was trying desperately to watch her.
“Tabby, pleeeeaaase,” Kerri moaned, her arousal having dripped to her thighs. “Please…”
“You don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore,” Tabby laughed. “You know you want this inside you, stretching you out for my strap. Now you’ll be thinking about me fucking you through your next 7 lashes won’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am…I will be…ahh…” The plug squeezed into Kerri’s tight entrance. Tabby moved it slowly, but steadily, loving the tremors that shook though Kerri’s restrained legs, and the way her moans became ever more desperate the deeper the plug slid inside her. Once she was properly fitted, Tabby stood back and smirked at the sight of the pretty jewel held tight. The red stripes criss-crossing her bottom made the sight even more lovely, but there were still more stripes to be added.
“You were on your fifth lash, Kerri,” Tabby said sweetly. “This will be your sixth. Didn’t want you to forget, now did we?”
“No, ma’am,” Kerri’s voice shook, torn between pain and desire, trepidation and arousal. Tabby’s mind was beginning to feel dizzied with lust. As desirous as she was to continue Kerri’s lesson, she also found herself falling deeply into the fantasy of buckling on her strap – which dildo could she use? Long or thick? Perhaps the ridged one – and fucking Kerri to absolute oblivion.
“Tabby,” Master’s voice cut through her distracting reverie. “Remember the task at hand.” He came up close behind her, his breath on her neck, sending chills up her spine and a tickle around her throat. “I can see how eager you are for what comes next. But you’ll get your pleasure soon. Patience. Be calm, controlled. Set the example that you control when the punishment is done.”
Tabby nodded. Master’s voice was low, low enough that Kerri likely couldn’t have made out more than a few words, if any. And despite her longing for her own pleasure and satisfaction, above all else, Tabby wanted to see Master pleased.
She aimed the cane once more, whipping it down with force enough that it bloomed viciously red as Kerri shrieked. The plug inside her jumped as she tried to clench at the pain, but her restrained position made it nearly impossible. Kerri cried out the count, then another, and another. When the cane lashed against her prior stripes she began to beg again, struggling.
“Ooowww, Tabbyyyy…Tabby, pleeease!”
But the sound of Kerri’s whining only served as further incentive. Tabby lashed her again, and couldn’t hold back her giggle at the girl’s useless wiggling. Her cunt was wetter than ever, begging for stimulation.
“Aww, does it hurt, hmm?” Tabby spoke with deceiving sweetness. “You look much more sorry now for your bad behavior. How does that plug feel inside you every time you clench?”
“Tight, ma’am,” Kerri’s voice trembled. “S-so tight…”
“Good. Now just imagine how its going to feel once I pull it out of you and start fucking you instead. All those tender marks on your ass are going to be so sore every time I thrust into you. And your poor little cunt is still going to be empty and dripping while I abuse your ass. This is why you should be a good girl, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes, ma’am…I’ll be good…”
“Oh will you now?” Tabby swung down the cane, and Kerri shrieked, whimpering and straining against her bounds as she whined out the count of “10, ma’am!” Tabby glanced back at Master, pleased to see the tightness of his hard cock in his trousers, the pleasure on his face as he watched. Tabby whipped down the next lash, and then, at last, the final twelfth. Kerri went on whimpering and whining long after the last lash had landed, while Tabby turned to Master and presented him with the cane.
“Did I do well?” she asked softly. Master leaned close, kissing her forehead.
“Very well. Now see to checking in with her. I’ll select the strap.”
Tabby’s stomach bubbled with excitement. She couldn’t wait to hear Kerri’s whines of pain become moans of tortured pleasure. She went to the restrained girl’s side and leaned down close to her face. Kerri’s eyes were red-rimmed, her face splotchy with tears – absolutely beautiful.
“Still green?” Tabby said gently. Kerri just nodded, gasping as she attempted to catch her breath. Tabby gave her a quiet moment, then said, “Answer with words, please babe. Are we still green?”
Kerri raised her reddened eyes and gave a little smile. “Yes. Yes, we’re green.”
Tabby kissed her, tenderly: the kind of kiss they had shared so often when they were first dating, the kind of kiss that never lost its tenderness no matter how deep into their submission they plunged. “What happens now then, hmm? Tell me. Tell me what happens to you now.”
Kerri gulped. “You’re going to fuck my ass with the strap-on…”
“Mm-hm. And what’s going to happen to your little cunt?”
“It’s going to be empty and dripping the whole time,” Kerri moaned. “But…but I want…”
“No buts,” Tabby said, with a laugh. “This is part of your punishment, naughty girl. Naughty girls don’t get their cunts pleasured. They get their asses used until they’re sore, and then they’re sent to bed with a plug in that sore ass and a chastity belt on so they can’t touch their neglected cunt.”
“Nooo, Tabby, please, please, not-”
“Keep whining all you want. That’s what’s going to happen.”
Kerri did go on whining, but Master had selected the toy to be used on her, and Tabby went to his side.
“Ready to have some fun?” he asked softly, the sadistic gleam in his eyes making Tabby’s heart skip a beat. He helped her buckle on the harness, and the sight of the thick phallus he’d chosen for her filled her with a rush of excitement. It was pale lilac, 6 inches, thick and adorned with ridges. She could already imagine the sight of it sliding into Kerri’s tight ass, she could imagine the girl’s moans, her desperation increasing…
“Use it well,” Master said, and held up the second toy he had withdrawn from their chest: Tabby’s favorite vibrator. “I’ll make sure you cum again and again. I know those cute sounds you make as you orgasm with drive Kerri wild.”
Tabby giggled. “Poor Kerri.”
Master winked. “She shouldn’t have been bad.”
Kerri had quieted her whining. Her welted bottom was still wiggling, subtly, straining for even the slightest stimulation for her wet, swollen cunt. When Tabby approached her again, cock in hand, Kerri saw her out of the corner of her eye and began to wiggle even more, whining desperately.
“Aww, does the naughty little girl want something to stuff her?” Tabby asked sweetly. Kerri nodded quickly.
“Yes, please ma’am!” she sobbed. “Please! I want…n-need-”
“Oh you need it, hmm?” Master crouched before Kerri, grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him. “Does our girl need something in her?” Kerri nodded again, as best she could with his grip on her.
“Y-yes, sir, please – ah!” Tabby had begun to slowly pull the plug from inside her. She lingered with the widest part of the bulb stretching Kerri’s tight hole, working slightly in and out as Kerri moaned.
“How does that feel?” Master said, demanding Kerri’s attention.
“So tight…” Kerri gasped as Tabby pulled the plug from her fully and set it aside, then sucked in her breath again as the woman began to slowly rub more lube over her.
“Aww, poor thing,” Master chuckled. “You think that little plug was tight? Soon enough Tabby will be fucking you with that thick cock of hers. It’s quite a bit bigger than that little plug. How will you ever endure it?” Kerri whimpered and squirmed under his condescending tone. Tabby slipped one finger inside her, then a second, working the lube inside and stretching her in preparation.
“Are you ready, Kerri?” Tabby said, removing her fingers and tapping the thick head of her cock against Kerri’s ass. “I’ll go in slow for you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Kerri’s voice trembled. Master made her maintain eye contact with him as Tabby began to press inside her. Kerri’s whine came out again, pitiful, pained, throttled with pleasure, as Tabby squeezed the head inside. Without warning, she gave Kerri one sharp spank with her open palm across her reddened welts, and the girl shrieked, her minuscule wiggles doing nothing to stop the slow press of Tabby’s cock deeper within her.
“This looks so pretty sliding into your ass, Kerri,” Tabby said, watching as the ridges of the thick toy stretched the girl restrained before her. “And your cunt is still so wet. What a naughty little slut, so turned on by the pain.”
“Perhaps you should make it hurt a little more for her then?” Master suggested, giving Kerri’s face a squeeze. “Make her really drip.”
“Ah please…please….pleeeeaaaase, ahhhh…”
Tabby pressed the cock deeper, deeper, mercilessly deep, until it filled Kerri completely and the girl’s legs were trembling in their restraints. With a wicked grin, Tabby withdrew her cock to its head and pressed it in again, savoring Kerri’s every cry and moan.
“How does it feel stretching your tight little hole?” Tabby said, repeating the motion, mesmerized by the cock’s ridges squeezing in and out.
“So-so good, ma’am,” Kerri sobbed. “So tight…hurts…”
“Hurts so good, doesn’t it?” Master said. “Tabby’s going to fuck you hard, and I know you won’t be able to stop whining when she does, so we’re going to keep that mouth of yours occupied.” Master stood, releasing Kerri’s face, and lowered his trousers, releasing his hard member. He gripped it in his hand, as Kerri watched with tearful eyes, her mouth beginning to water with desire. “Open,” he commanded, and the girl opened her mouth at once. As his cock filled Kerri’s mouth, Tabby pressed her strap-on deep within her once more.
With Kerri’s mouth stuffed full, Tabby began to fuck her in earnest. Her thick phallus plunged deep within her again and again, while Kerri’s moans and cries were muffled on Master’s cock. Master’s breathing quickened as Kerri looked up at him with wide eyes, doing her best to pleasure him even as her ass was mercilessly used. Tabby scratched her nails over her tender skin, eliciting muffled shrieks.
“Your greedy cunt is dripping,” Tabby gasped, her own arousal having heightened painfully. “What a good girl, so turned on being used by her masters.”
Master grinned to hear sweet Tabby refer to herself as such, and moaned as Kerri’s tongue slid over his length. But he had promised Tabby an orgasm, and he could see her beginning to flush with desire. Foregoing his own pleasure, he slipped his length from Kerri’s mouth, and the girl’s shrieks immediately filled the room: a stream of begging and babble beyond comprehension. Master retrieved the vibrator he had laid out for Tabby, pressed its button and brought it buzzing to life. Tabby heard it at once and could not help but moan with anticipation. Master came up behind her, pressed close against her, and began to kiss her neck. Tabby slowed her movements, her every stroke hitting deep inside Kerri as Master began to caress over her body.
“Now I get to cum, Kerri,” Tabby said, her voice rough with need. “And you get to keep having your ass used until I do.”
“Y-yes, Mistress,” Kerri whimpered, moaning through every slow thrust of the strap-on. She could hardly bear it when she heard Tabby’s breath quickening from Master’s touches, the sound alone nearly driving her to orgasm. But without any stimulation to her swollen cunt, Tabby could only tremble and struggle through her agonizing desire.
“Such a good girl,” Master growled in Tabby’s ear, wrapping one hand around her throat while the other trailed the vibrator between her legs. Tabby sucked in her breath as it touched her, struggling not to shake. “Keep fucking her. Don’t stop.”
“It feels so good,” Tabby said, as with her every thrust the vibrator moved over her clit. It became increasingly difficult to maintain her rhythm as her pleasure built, swaying her hips so that her cock plunged deeply, then moaning in unison with Kerri as the vibrator brought her ever closer to orgasm, and Kerri was left as dripping and desperate as ever.
“Mistress, please!” Kerri whimpered. “Please may I cum, please!”
“Only if you can cum just from your ass being stuffed,” Tabby growled. Suddenly Master pressed her forward, so her cock filled Kerri in its entirety. Bending her over Kerri’s back, Master entered her eager cunt, his member desperately hard, nearly driving her over the edge.
“Oh my god,” Tabby’s voice hitched as the vibrator pressed mercilessly against her clit and Master thrust into her. Kerri trembled beneath her, wiggling as the fullness of the toy inside her had her hovering on the edge of release. Master grasped Tabby’s hips, moving her so he could reach the sweetest, deepest spots. Tabby’s legs began to weaken, her muscles spasming. She dragged her nails along Kerri’s punished skin, and the sound of the girl’s shriek alongside Master’s gruff, “cum for me, kitten” peaked her pleasure.
“Ahh, thank you, Master!” Tabby shook, her body wracked with the waves of pleasure.
“Good girl,” Master’s voice was tight, and dissolved into groans as he came, his cock pulsating within her. Tabby lay still, panting, relishing the feeling of Master’s seed filling her and Kerri’s pleasured whimpers beneath her. The girl had become so desperate, so needy, that merely a stuffed ass and the sounds of her Masters’ pleasure had brought her to orgasm.
“Good girl,” Master repeated, his voice tired as he pulled out of Tabby. He leaned down and kissed her neck, resting his forehead for a moment on her back. “Both of my good girls.”
Tabby trailed her hand up Kerri’s sides, pulling the girl’s loose hair out of her face and tucking it back behind her ear. “Did you learn your lesson?” she asked softly. Kerri felt limp, exhausted beneath her, still shuddering with the afterglow of pain and pleasure.
“Yes, Mistress,” she answered softly, her tired little smile visible as she slightly turned her head. “Thank you, Mistress.”
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