Carla looked deep into Constance’s eyes, and something seemed to pass between them. They were on the same wavelength; Carla sensed a kindred spirit behind those blue orbs.
“I wonder if you might do me a favor,” said Constance.
“If I can I will,” answered Carla. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well,” began Constance, “you see, Caprice and I have been together for awhile now. And as time has passed, I’m afraid I’ve gone soft on her. My punishments just don’t get through the way they used to.”
“I can see how that would be a problem,” agreed Carla.
“And she has been acting like a real princess lately. She’s desperately in need of a good, sound spanking.”
“And you think I could be the one to do that?” asked Carla. Constance nodded and Carla said, “I’m very flattered. I’d be happy to see what I can do.” Looking over at Annabel, she added, “Come to think of it, this one has been a little uppity lately too. Maybe we could trade favors.”
Constance grinned, a devilish gleam in her eye. “That sounds like fun.”
Annabel felt a shiver down her spine that was a combination of fear and excitement. Constance was more or less a stranger, and who knew what level of cruelty she might be capable of. But Annabel’s pussy, which had a mind of its own, was all atingle at the prospect of what was about to happen.
She didn’t think she really had been “uppity,” whatever Carla meant by that, but she certainly wasn’t going to say anything. And anyway it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she belonged to Carla; if this was what Carla wanted, this was what was going to happen. The idea of being so thoroughly possessed gave Annabel a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Untying Caprice’s feet from the foot of the bed, Carla lifted them up over her head and tied them off again, this time to the head of the bed. In this position Caprice’s rear end was straight up in the air, looking tender and round and begging for attention. Carla stroked it with her hand; it was unbelievably soft, so perfectly formed that it seemed almost a shame to mark it up. But into each life some rain must fall....
Constance, after inventorying Carla’s gear, had opted to keep it simple; she cuffed Annabel’s hands behind her back, ball-gagged her, and bent her over so her ass was in the air, allowing her a small pillow under her head. For implements of punishment, Carla chose a cane, and Constance picked a paddle that Carla rarely used.
Carla and Constance took turns with the punishment, watching each other out of one eye the whole time. They started slowly and gently, then gradually ramped up the intensity. Caprice, who was ungagged, began to moan loudly; Annabel let out a few muffled grunts, but for the most part took her punishment stoically. All four women in the room were lubricating copiously; the air was thick with the scent of female.
Now Carla began to tattoo Caprice’s inner thighs with rhythmic little taps. Constance responded by pushing Annabel’s legs apart and slapping the paddle back and forth between them. When Carla touched the tip of the cane to Caprice’s crotch, she let out a yelp that was almost comical. Constance, looking on, smiled to herself; she knew very well how worked up Caprice got when she was spanked.
Sliding one knee between Annabel’s legs, Constance let her rub on it for a few seconds before resuming the punishment. Looking down, she saw that the knee was now glistening with a shiny, sticky coat of juice.
In the end both asses were glowing warm and red, but no major damage had been done. Caprice was so sweet and succulent, Carla just didn’t have the heart to punish her very hard; and Constance was happy to follow her lead, already thinking about what was going to happen next.
What happened next was that Carla got a bottle of cooling mist from her bedside table and sprayed down the rumps of the two bound women. Pulling off Annabel’s gag, she pointed Annabel’s head in Constance’s direction and said, “Now eat the nice lady’s pussy. And do it right.”
As Annabel moved to obey, Carla untied Caprice and took a seat across from the bed. Caprice took a minute to stretch and get her circulation right, and Carla let her; the position she’d been in had been pretty awkward. But finally Caprice looked up and, seeing the expression on Carla’s face, knew exactly what was wanted of her. She rolled over onto the floor, crawled over, and took up a position between Carla’s legs.
Spreading her legs wide and feeling Caprice’s tongue slide inside her, Carla sighed contentedly. Things were working out just perfectly.
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