Wicked Wednesday: Writhing, kicking and bawling

Jennifer heard me sigh. She knew I was appreciating the view she was giving me, over my lap. And she remembered why she was in that place. She said, “Please sir, please give me the slipper. Hard. Don’t show me any mercy, even if it blisters my bottom.”

Her voice was shaky, high-pitched, on ‘blisters my bottom’. She found that was a scary thought.

In reality I wasn’t going to raise any blisters, not on a first slippering. But a little fear would do her no harm. I said, “Good girl. You asked very nicely. And of course I shall.”

I placed the slipper on the crown of her left buttock, so she knew where the next wave of pain would arrive.

Then I raised it, drawing it up over my shoulder. Jennifer said, “Oooh,” when the slipper was gone. I let her wait while I counted, slowly, to five. Then I swept the slipper down, landing on her bottom with a solid, rubber on skin impact. The sound was louder than a pistol shot. Jennifer screamed, and her body stiffened.

I watched her fight for control, and brought the slipper down again. Both cheeks were showing a slipper-shaped mark, blossoming to a deeper red than the marks left by my hand.

Jennifer writhed and screamed and cried, her arms and legs flailing, while I held her in place and continued.

After the first six I concentrated on the softer skin of her lower bottom, and the volume and urgency of her cries escalated. I gave her the eleventh and twelfth strokes on the backs of her thighs, sending her frantic. She was weeping copiously, and the tears flew in the air as she wildly bobbed and shook her head.

I stopped after the twelfth stroke. “You’re halfway done, Jennifer, girl.” If she heard me she gave no sign, still writhing, kicking and bawling. I said, “Settle down, Jennifer. I’m allowing you this time to recover yourself. But you will be quiet and behave yourself.” Still no difference.

I let my voice become harder. “You lie still and keep quiet right now, Jennifer, or I’ll give you extra!”

That worked magic. She put her legs together and pressed her thighs down, over mine. She pressed her fingers on the carpet and pushed herself back a little, so her bottom was again in perfect position for me.

And she stopped her wailing, though the tears still flowed.

“Good girl,” I said. “Now, you have another dozen with the slipper to go. Plus six penalty strokes. Would you rather have them now, or come back to my office tomorrow to take them then?”

Jennifer froze. For a long time she said nothing. 

Wicked Wednesday: Kiss the slipper

I watched while Jennifer crawled to the cupboard, and opened it. It was a cornucopia, for her, of instruments and devices meant to restrain her, to constrict her and to cause her pain. They told her about her future. Her eyes were wide open. She made no sound.

Her mouth was open too, but she was fascinated rather than frightened. She was a girl who’d admitted she needed discipline and direction, and these items were for just that. She found the slipper and reached for it. She held it in her hand, and looked at me; crawling on hands and knees back to me would be awkward.

I said, as if I was annoyed with her, “Hold it in your mouth, girl! And come here!”

I sat back in the chair where she’d had the first half of her spanking. Jennifer crawled towards me. Her eyes were blank; she was focussed within herself. I think she was lost in this new reality, where strange, painful but sexual things happened, and she could neither predict nor choose what they would be. That was terrible, and it was hot.

I took the slipper from her mouth and caressed her hair with my hand, as though she were a cat, or dog. I said, “Still on your knees, but upright girl. Up!”

Jennifer straightened her back. I brushed hair away from her face with my fingers. “How are you doing? I know your bottom hurts. It’s meant to, I’m afraid, and you deserve it. But are you all right? Emotionally?”

“Sir, that was terrible. Awful.” But her eyes were clear, and she didn’t seem to feel that ‘awful’ was such a bad thing. “I know I deserved it, sir. And I want to clean the slate. I was behaving… very badly. But it huuurt. It still hurts. And I’m afraid of what comes next. The slipper’s going to hurt even more, isn’t it?”

“Yes. It stings like fire, I’m afraid, Jennifer. It can raise blisters on your bottom. Literally. But you don’t get as many strokes.  I think two dozen will finish this. Perhaps more, if you don’t keep still for me.”

“I’ll try, sir. But it’s so hard not to try to get away. You spank very hard, sir. If the slipper’s worse than your hand, I may go out of my mind.”

I reached down to the kneeling girl, and drew her in for a hug. “You’re going to learn, little one, that a sore bottom motivates good behaviour and deters you from bad. No matter how much it hurts, it happens because I care about you, and your well-being.”

She looked down, her hair falling over her face. I brushed it away. “I know you care about me, sir. I can feel that even when it hurts so much I think I can’t bear it.”

“Well, this won’t be the last time I make your bottom sore. And you’ll learn something else, which is that getting a sore bottom, when you deserve one, isn’t the end of the world. Girls have been getting spankings for thousands of years, and yet there are still girls.”

She frowned at that, and her brow cleared when she realised I knew I was talking nonsense. She smiled, and wriggled forwards in my arms to kiss my neck.  “Well, I’m only one girl. Am I going to get thousands of spankings in one year?”

“Well, thousands means plural. Two thousand spankings would mean I have to spank you six times a day, every day.”

“That’s silly, sir!”

“Oh? Silly?” My voice suggested that she might be on dangerous ground.

“Of course. You’d only have to spank me five point four-seven times a day. Five and a half spankings, with rounding up.”

I laughed, and then she joined in, giggling at her own silliness. “All right, Jennifer. It’s time, girl. Kiss the slipper.” I held it to her lips. She kissed the rubber side warily. “Good girl. Now get over my lap, bottom up, head down, and ask me nicely to slipper you hard. Without mercy, even if your bottom blisters.”

The corners of her mouth fell. She remembered where she was, and that she would be crying again, like a baby, all too soon. But she placed herself lithely over my knee. This time she held my shin with both hands to steady herself, and her thighs were a little open, all primness forgotten. Her little pussy pouted at me, damp and plump from her own arousal, in that softest valley between her buttocks and her thighs. I sighed at the beauty of it, and of Jennifer.

Wicked Wednesday: Jennifer in my office

The next day Jennifer came to my office as I’d told her to do, after school. She was wearing her new uniform. It was less cheerfully obscene than the too-small version her mother had bought, but she looked radiantly happy in it.

She looked at me, proud. Then she faltered, worried that I might think she’d chosen wrong. I said, “That’s perfect, Jennifer. It fits you perfectly. It looks, really, very good on you. Flattering. You did very well.”

She beamed. She wanted to feel confident. A girl who has felt a man’s cock harden for her has no doubt of her enchantment over him. But she still wanted to know she’d done right.

I pointed my finger at her, and made a little circle in the air. “Turn around.” She turned, so I could admire her from the back, looking back over her shoulder. I admired her, but I said, “I meant, twirl.”

She frowned, puzzled. She completed her turn so she faced me again. I said, “Twirl. In that skirt. Quickly, like a cheerleader.”

“Oh!” She spun so the skirt flared out and lifted. Her white panties and the sweet gap at the top of her thighs were exposed, then hidden as she came to a stop.

“Like that, sir?”

“Exactly like that. Good girl. You chose well. And no one else is to see you do that, you understand, except me.”

“I’ll twirl whenever you want, sir.”

I got up from my desk, and walked towards her. She stepped forward to meet me, and she kissed me again. I held her, and we pressed bodies together. “Now, little Jennifer, why are you here?”

“Sir?” It was too broad a question.

“In my office. After school.”

“Oh. Well, you wanted to see me in my new uniform, sir. Thank you, thank you!” I was holding her whole weight; she’d leaned into me with her hands around my neck, and relaxed.

“And you look perfect, Jennifer.” I kissed her, mouth to mouth, and she brought her hand up to stroke along my jawline. “And why else are you here?”

“I’m to tell you what I think about doing extra work for you. And taking extra… discipline.”

“Yes. You are. And what have you decided?”

“Of course, sir! I’d be so grateful if you set me extra work. I want to do better. And I know that if I don’t do my work right…”

“Yes.”

“You will make sure I do my best. With your hand on my bottom. Or worse. That’s as it should be, sir, isn’t it?”

“You’re a good girl, Jennifer. And of course I won’t accept anything less than your very best. I certainly won’t accept any excuses.”

“Yes, sir. I wouldn’t expect you to. Or want you to. I need direction, I know that.”

Note

This episode of Jennifer’s pleats and pleas is slightly ahead of time. When I left the Jennifer-and-Maddie-and-Lucy saga, Maddie was about to tell her headmaster about the time a girl called Lucy had go the cane for the first time, and licked Mddie’s cunt while she took that dozen strokes. That episode is still to come, but I’ve jumped ahead a bit, to where the story returns to young Jennifer Perch, and her adventures in the present. 

She’s discovering pleasures she’d never dreamt of, in one sense, while in another sense she’s dreamt of them for most of her life.

Wicked Wednesday: Lucy’s face

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Sir, the cane in his hand, said, “All right Lucy. Now bend over the desk. Good girl.”

I watched Lucy, her eyes fixed on mine as she bent lower, her lovely breasts descending, and then flattening as her body touched the table. Now I could only see her back, and the upper slopes of her bottom.

“Put your hands under your Mistress’s thighs. Good. Hold her, and don’t let go or you’ll get extra. And where does your face go?”

“In Mistress’s pussy? Sir?”

“Clever girl. Bend a little tighter now, so you can reach.” Lucy wriggled forward. I felt her hair against my thighs, and then her nose and mouth.

Then she kissed my cunt. I sighed. The joy of it was so intense I nearly fell backwards.

“Now pleasure your Mistress, Lucy. Have you licked a girl before?” She couldn’t speak, and the head between my thighs turned, side to side, as if she was burrowing in: No, she hadn’t.

Sir caught my eye. He smiled. “Well, Lucy, this may be your first time. But I think you know what to do. Put your tongue out, and keep it busy. The cane will do the rest.”

Sir lined the cane against Lucy’s bottom, across the fleshiest part. I wished there was a mirror, so I could watch it land. But I’d know, of course, every time Lucy jolted. “Maddie, I expect you to keep Lucy behaving, and obedient. If she stops pleasuring you, even for a second, I want you to tell me. Is that understood?”

Lucy was already tonguing me. I had trouble speaking. “Yes. Hrrrm. Yes, Sir, I – Uh! – will.”

“Good girl. Mind you do.” He tapped the cane twice against Lucy’s bottom. “All right. we begin. Be a good, brave girl, Lucy, for me and your Mistress. We’ll make sure you come to no harm, little one.” I felt her nod. Every movement she made felt good.

Sir stepped to Lucy’s left. Poor Lucy sensed that, and she licked me harder. Our good girl.

Sir raised the cane over his shoulder. 

Wicked Wednesday: Maddie’s tale

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Sir had said I was going to enjoy helping him to give Lucy her first caning. I felt a little guilty about that because Lucy was only going to get the cane because she’d been told to hold me down, and I’d deliberately got up, just to get her into trouble. I planned to start disciplining Lucy myself, soon, but I didn’t want to hurt her just now. So I said, “Sir?”  

“Maddie, I want you to sit on my desk.”

“Yes, Sir.” I rested my bottom on his desk and swung my legs. “No, not perch on my desk. I want you to get right up on top. And right over to the other side of the desk.” 

“Ok, sir.”

And I clambered up, aware of both Lucy and Sir watching me. So I sat in the middle, my knees up, arms over my knees, looking at them. 

“Good girl. Now skootch a little further back. So you’re on the far side of the desk. When my chair is.” 

I skootched. His desk was oak. The wood was so hard and cold, under my bottom and thighs. “Sir?” 

“Good girl. Now spread your knees, wide apart as you can. Good. What do you think, Lucy?”

Lucy stood beside Sir. Her thighs were trembling. She said, “She – Mistress. She looks very hot, Sir.”

Sir put his arms round Lucy and turned hewr to face him. He cuddled her, and whispered, “Don’t be afraid, Lucy. The cane hurts, but you’ve known it was going to be part of your life since this morning, haven’t you?”

“Y-yes, Sir. I have. But I’m still afraid.” She leaned in against him, put her arms round him. I knew how lovely and luscious Lucy felt. I wished it was me, in her arms. 

“Lucy, what you’re afraid of, lovely little one, is mostly the unknown. All the terrors of your imagination. You’ll find this is going to sting, and it’ll mark for you a few days. But it’s not as terrifying as you think. You’ve got Maddie to thank, for you being just about to get your first caning. You know that, don’t you.”

“Sir! I let her get up when you told me to hold her down. I failed, Sir.”

Sir smiled and smacked Lucy’s bottom lightly, then let his hand stay there, squeezing. Lucy wriggled.

“Yes, but she got up, Lucy, darling. She wanted you to get the cane today. She was turned on and she wanted to watch you be punished too. But she also did you a good turn. It’s better to get the cane early, than to fear it and let the fear build up until it becomes something terrible. So I want you to turn now, and thank your Mistress for getting you caned.”

“Sir!?” Lucy sounded shocked. Then she thought, and nodded. She looked at me. Her tongue came out and wet her lips. I felt it in my cunt, when she did that.

Lucy swallowed, then spoke firmly. “Maddie. Mistress, thank you for making sure I got the cane today. It is better if I don’t have to wait. So thank you.”

Sir smacked Lucy’s bottom again. A little harder, leaving a pink print this time. But he said, “That’s good, Lucy. Well done.”

Lucy smiled and cuddled in again, her breasts heavy and so pale, crushed against his jacket. Sir kissed her forehead, then looked at me. “Good girl, Maddie. Now lean back. Put your hands on the edge of the desk, behind you. And push your pussy forward a little. No, more. That’s good. Don’t move out of that position until I say.”

He stepped back from Lucy, then picked up the cane again. She was being brave, but now her caning was about to happen I could see tears glistening in her eyes. He whispered something to her. I couldn’t catch it but it was loving, encouraging.

He held the cane under her chin, to lift her head. Then he touched it to her mouth, and she kissed it. Slowly, almost reverently.

Wicked Wednesday: Maddie’s elegant caning

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I don’t mean that last cane stroke didn’t hurt. It burned like fire. I felt like I was being branded. It was just that… that felt right. There was something sweet there. Something deeply sexual, like it was below my human brain. Something atavistic, like an animal. An animal in love and lust. 

The next two strokes climbed up my thighs. “Nine, Sir. Ten, Sir,” counted Lucy.

I squealed and sobbed again, continuously, no longer trying to control it. But now the sobs celebrated what was happening as much as they protested it. The tenth stroke burned just under the crease of my bottom. I dreaded the moment the cane would land directly of my crease. I knew it would be too much for me.

And I yearned for it, for exactly the same reason.

The next two strokes whipped across my bottom, as low as they could go, just above the crease. I moaned. How could this feel good? How could I take the fear of what was coming? I was learning something, something that changed my life, but I didn’t understand it yet. That need for discipline in my life, to give myself and lower myself to a Master. And to the pain he might give me: I needed that too. But I hadn’t processed that, just yet. It was my first inkling.

“Eleven, Sir. Twelve, Sir.” Was there discomfort in Lucy’s voice now? She knew she was next. She was a softer girl than me. 

“Good girl, Maddie. Now, I want you to keep your legs straight. And bend a littlke tighter for these last two strokes”

“Yes, Sir.”I obeyed, quickly.

“Good girl.You look so neat, so very elegant, my darling.”

“Oh, Sir.” I felt so exposed, so completely his. 

“Good girl. You always look perfect for me, my little one.”

I wanted to break and cover him with kisses. I turned my toes inwards, just to expose myself a little more.

I hope he thought my pussy was elegant, too. There was silence, while he looked at me.

At last he said, “Brace yourself, Maddie. I want you to take these two in silence, because they’re not part of the twelve strokes. You know where they’re going, and you know they’ll hurt you. So be a good, brave girl for me. I rely on you, to show Lucy an example, You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir. I’ll be…” I was going to say ‘good’. I said, “quiet.”

“Good girl.” I smiled, despite myself. The next two strokes came hard and fast, only about five seconds between them. That crease is some of my softest skin. I wanted to wail, and jump across the floor holding my arse. But somehow I could stand it, though part of me knew they were the worst strokes of all. Another part of me felt so good, that I was so strong, so controlled and so much his. 

“Thirteen, Sir. Forteen, Sir.” 

“Good girl, Lucy. And Maddie, you’ve been a brave, beautiful good girl. I’m very proud of you. But don’t move, little Maddie.” 

I said, “Ohh, Sir.” It wasn’t a protest. I felt so His. I was His property. And that made me feel so floaty. 

“Lucy, put two fingers in your Mistress’s pussy, girl.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

A moment later I felt her touch me, then enter and explore. This was more intimate touch that we’d ever had. But we both wanted it; Sir had made it happen. I sighed as Lucy probed and stroked inside me, and my whole body shook a little, with the emotion of it.

“Now withdraw, Lucy. Hold your hand up.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

There was a pause. Sir said, “Nicely sopping. Good girl, Maddie.” He sounded so happy with me. “Lucy, clean your fingers now. With your mouth, girl. It’s time you tasted your Mistress.”

“Yes, Sir.”

A second later Sir was holding me by my shoulders. He helped me up. I turned and embraced him. God, I wanted him to fuck me then and there. But he just cuddled me.

He kissed my forehead, and when I dared look at him, my mouth. I was held in his arms, my ass burning, I heard him say, “Good girl. My girl. You deserved that, but you were very brave, and the slate’s wiped clean. You’re my very good girl again.”

There were tears streaming down my cheeks, now I was upright. I didn’t ask for his permission; I kissed him, and I looked at Lucy, warning her to stay back, and I took his cock in my hand. He kissed me back, and we rocked together for a while. 

But at last Sir put his hands on my shoulders and set me back a pace. “Now, I’m going to need your help, Maddie, while I give Lucy her first caning. I think you’re going to enjoy the way you help.”  

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Maddie learns a lesson about pain

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Even while my pain was building, I could hear Sir’s breathing, with his mouth open, responding to Lucy’s hand on his cock.

“That’s lovely, Lucy,” Sir said. “Keep that up.” Lucy giggled, and there was a slap. Sir’s hand on her bottom.

“The next time we find ourselves doing this, Lucy, you’ll be using your mouth. Would you like to be taught how to please me best, when you’re sucking my cock?”

Lucy said, “Oh god yes, Sir. Sir–” She stopped, uncertain.

“Yes, Lucy?”

“I want you to teach me everything. All the things there are. Please Sir.”

“Ahhh, Lucy.” I didn’t dare look, but I knew he’d drawn her in close, holding her. They were kissing. Another time I might have wondered whether I felt jealous, but the burning pain iacross my bottom still held all of my attention. Lucy gasped: he must have touched her pussy, and then she made a little moan. He was stroking her. 

Then I heard Lucy stumble. He’d broken the cuddle and set her back in place. I imagined her hand, stroking the length of Sir’s cock. I’d sucked Sir off, but I hadn’t done that with my hands. Lucy got to do that first.

“Maddie.” That was all the warning I got. Then the cane landed, hard, across my thighs. Usually I minded that my thighs still held a little puppy-fat, though I did my best to work it off, But in that second I thanked the gods that tiny bit of extra padding was there. I screamed again. I couldn’t help myself.

Lucy said, “Two, Sir.” She must have done something with her hand, because I heard Sir gasp.

“Oh Sir,” I said. “It hurts soooo much.”

“Don’t speak again, Maddie. Now, I’ve marked out the top line and the bottom line of this caning. The rest of your strokes are going in between. It’s going to hurt.”

“Going to? Sir…”

“But I need you to be a good girl, Maddie. You’ve got an example to set for Lucy here. And I know you can do it. Bravely. Obediently. Like the best of good girls.”

I smiled and sniffed. He cared for me. I knew that, but that reached me through all the pain. A second later the third stroke landed, a little lower on my underbum, perhaps half an inch below the first stroke. God, it burned.

I screamed, and my hands left the floor. I wanted so strongly to clutch my arse, and rub it. But I managed to stay down, and I returned the palms of my hands to the floor.

Lucy said, “Three, Sir.”

Sir said, “I’ll pretend I didn’t see that, Maddie.”

I’d thought I was in trouble. I gasped, “Thank you, Sir.”

“But if you were to rub your bottom without permission, or even take your hands off the floor again, you know you’ll get extra. So,” and his voice was icy now, “be more careful, girl.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He wasn’t warning me any more. The next stroke was a little higher on my thighs. I screamed again, as the pain built, and then started to sob. I couldn’t stop. Sir was punishing me, mercilessly. I also felt that he was making me his, when he marked me and hurt me, and some of the sobs were from that. It was emotion more than pain.

“Four, Sir.”

Two more strokes whipped in, hard and fast on my thighs, each line a little higher than the one before. I was in agony, all through my body, and we weren’t even halfway yet!

“Five, Sir. Six, Sir.” Lucy was a little short-breathed. She was turned on, watching her Mistress getting punished. 

Then, with two hard strokes across my bottom, working their way lower, I was past the halfway point.

“Seven, Sir. Eight, Sir.”

Just six strokes to go. But something had changed in me. I didn’t scream for that last stroke.

I felt as if that girl getting the cane, Maddie, was very small and far away. In one way I was in the worst pain I’d ever been in in my life. At another level, I was only aware of how completely I’d given myself to him, and how entirely he’d taken me. I belonged to him, for him to do with as he wanted.

There was a kind of sweetness with the pain, all the way through my body and my mind, that I hadn’t experienced before.And I knew we were going to continue, as my caning would continue, until I found my way entirely into that sweetness.

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Wicked Wednesday: I perform for Lucy

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So I went to the cupboard in his office. I saw more than I’d expected or even imagined, when I opened it. He had three canes of varying sizes,  including one comically short one that I expected was for use on girls who were over his knee. I imagined what that would be like, and then I felt that vision in my cunt. I hoped he’d do that to me.

There were strips of leather in varying thickness and widths, straps and hawses, and paddles, two leather and one thick wooden one with holes drilled in it. I thought I’d try to avoid the wooden one. Once he knew me, he’d know that was the only implement that would really punish me.

There were leather strips, with buckles, for securing a boy or girl who wouldn’t stay in place for punishment, and there were other things whose use I couldn’t even guess.

But Sir was a man to obey exactly and quickly, so I selected the longest and thickest cane and turned to hold it out to him, offering it out to him with my arms outstretched in front of me, and my palms open.

He looked at me, letting me know I had to do more, so I lowered myself as elegantly as I could, without dropping the cane, to one knee, then the other.

Kneeling naked in front of him, stripes from my caning this morning still warm across my arse, I didn’t think I could feel any more lowered, more submissive to him. I was wrong.

He stepped forward, so his feet were between my spread knees, unzipped quickly and took out his cock. He was hard. I opened my mouth quickly, and he thrust into me, not gently, as far as he could. I choked and fought back the urge to cough. It was easier when I made myself relax, his cock thrusting into me. I kept still, allowing him to fuck me. My drool ran down to my chin while he used me. If he’d touched my cunt with his shoe he’d find the leather gleaming with my juices. I could feel I was about to leak onto the upper slopes of my inner thighs.

Without breaking his stroke, fucking my mouth, he said, “Come here, Lucy.”

“Yes, Sir.” She stepped forward. I was focussed on Sir, but I could see her cunt and thighs. She was standing beside Sir and me.

“Are you good at this, Lucy?” His cock in and out of my mouth, fucking me casually while talking to my girl.

“I don’t know, Sir. I’ve never–“

“Never? You’re a virgin? I mean, your mouth?”

“Yes, Sir. My everything. But I know I’d be good. For you.”

“You would be, little Lucy. I wouldn’t even have to cane you, I don’t think. And Maddie can help teach you. She’s good.”

Still working on his cock I made a little pleased throaty noise, so he knew I’d heard and liked that. I still had the cane in my hands, pressed lightly against his shins. “The cane, Maddie.” I reached up and he took it from me. He pressed his left hand firmly against the back of my head, so his cock was deep in my throat. Then he raised the cane over his shoulder and whipped it down my back, catching my right cheek. “If I want to hear from you, girl, I’ll ask you.”

I would have cried in pain, but his cock gagged me. A few seconds later, his cock still moving in my throat, he whipped the cane down my left buttock. I wanted to moan. But somehow that second stroke felt good. And the third, and then the fourth, one side then the other while he fucked my mouth, deep, unhurried. It balanced the hurt, and I knew it was right that I hurt.

I could see Lucy watching, her mouth open too.

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Wicked Wednesday: Lucy changes hands

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I turned and approached Sir. I wanted to explain, but also to show him I was good, by saying nothing without his permission. 

Sir said, “So, Maddie. Who gave you permission to spank little Lucy here?” 

I didn’t want to get Lucy into more trouble with Sr, so I said, “No one, Sir.”

But Sir smacked Lucy’s bottom again, still holding her across his knee. She really was quite red with his slaps, even though her formal spanking hadn’t begun yet. “No one, hmm? I’m thinking it might have been Lucy here.”

I said, “No Sir, she didn’t– It was my doing, Sir.” 

Lucy interrupted. “I gave her permission! I want to be under her control, the same way she is with you. Sir.” 

Sir spanked her again, but it was almost gentle. And his, “Speak when you’re spoken to, Lucy,” had no anger in it. Lucy looked at me, helplessly. She had some message for me, but I couldn’t read it.

I said, “Sir? Please Sir. I meant to tell you what we’d done, but I didn’t get time before Lucy arrived. I don’t think it’s bad, but… Well, you’re the judge of that, of course, Sir. But may I explain, Sir?”

Sir looked at me. I could see that he was trying not to smile, and I felt a wave of feeling: it wasn’t relief but lust.

I wanted to be fucked, as soon as possible. Not even the thought of being caned first worried me. I was still in his good books, whatever he pretended. That meant so much.

“All right, Maddie. I think you’d better explain, too. Begin.”

“Sir, it was at lunchtime. We were talking about coming here after school. And then to your place. And when Lucy wanted to watch me getting fucked, that turned me on so much. And, well, you know what Lucy’s like.” Sir put his hand on Lucy’s bottom and stroked her, dipping his finger between her buttocks. Lucy sighed and wriggled. Sir knew what she was like, all right. 

“And I couldn’t help myself. I told her she belonged to me. As my property, to command and reward and punish as I like. And to pleasure me whenever I tell her. But I also said that I belong to you, and that means that she belongs to you, too. In the same way.”

“So. So you bought me a gift? Are you happy with being a gift, little Lucy?” His finger delved deeper, and Lucy’s face suddenly burned red. I knew where he had her.  

Lucy writhed a little. She was showing off, but she was also enjoying his attentions. “Yes, Sir. With your permission, Sir. If you want me, then I belong to you too. I’d love to be your gift. From my Mistress.” 

Sir laughed. “Open your thighs, Lucy.”

When Lucy obeyed, he put three fingers into her little pussy, and pressed his thumb against that tighter hole, her little bud. She sighed while he stroked her. “All right, Lucy, You belong to me.”

“Th-thank you, Sir1” Lucy’s voice quavered on “Sir”. She was finding it hard to talk. 

Sir said, “Just one thing. You have a Master and a Mistress. So you’re a lucky girl. We’re all lucky, I think. Including you, Maddie.”

I swallowed. I was being allowed to keep my girl. I said, “Yes, Sir. I know I am.” I watched Lucy’s wriggles and little struggles. She was going to come soon. 

“But, Lucy, if your Mistress tells you to stand, and your Master tells you to sit, what do you do?” 

“Uh! I– I sit, Sir! Uh! You’re in charge, I know that!” Then her head dropped and her bottom rose. Rose-coloured it was, too. She closed her eyes and writhed against Sir’s hand, hands on the carpet and feet in the air, groaning and wailing.

At last she said, “Oh, oh god. Thank you, Sir. Thank you!”

Sir smacked her bottom, hard. “Good girl. Now we begin. Maddie?” 

“Yes, Sir?” 

“You know where I keep the canes.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Fetch the senior cane. Now.”

 

The next episode is here.

Wicked Wednesday: Maddie and Lucy, in Sir’s office

The previous episode is here.

After school I raced to Sir’s office, hoping to meet Lucy before she arrived. But she’d already knocked on the door, and Sir had called, “Come”, so we went in together.

Sir was sitting behind his desk. I’d expected to see the cane there,like a badge of office and as a warning to us. But the desk was bare.

Sir smiled. “Good afternoon, Maddie. Hello, Lucy.”

So we chorused, “Good afternoon, Sir.” I looked at Lucy. She wouldn’t look at me. I hoped she wasn’t feeling feeling guilty, or silly, for giving herself to me.

I hoped she was just afraid of what Sir would think. I was about to tell him. “Sir-“

“I didn’t ask for you to speak, Maddie. Take your clothes off, and go and stand and face the wall. Lucy, you stay where you are.”

Lucy said, “Yes, Sir.”

So I swallowed the “But Sir” that I wanted to say, and started to undo the buttons of my shirt. Sir had never specified, but I expected that when he said, “take off your clothes”, I had about three minutes, maximum, before painful penalties applied. I took off the bra, and then pushed my little tartan skirt and panties down together. I stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor, and took off my socks and shoes. Then I turned to face the wall, letting my nose and nipples touch the cool woodl.

“All right, Lucy. you haven’t had the cane before, have you?”

Lucy’s voice was a little high, and shaky. “No, Sir. Never.” I wanted to turn and watch them, but I knew he’d be angry with me if I disobeyed. So I had to imagine Lucy’s squirming.

“Well, you’re about to, little Lucy. Do you think it’ll hurt?”

“Sir! Oh, yes. I’ve heard it hurts terribly.” I imagined her glancing at me when she said that.

“I intend that it will hurt you, Lucy. You didn’t hold young Maddie down when I told you to. Did you?”

“No. Sir, I know I deserve the cane.”

There was silence, while Sir looked at her. Sir would be surprised by that answer. Was Lucy teasing him? He didn’t know. Neither did I.

He said, “Take your dress off, Lucy. Now, girl.”

There was rustling beside me, just out of sight. Eventually Lucy said, “Sir.”

“Now take your panties off, put them in your mouth, and come here.”

Lucy said, “Yes, Sir.” No hesitation. She must have obeyed, because a few seconds later I heard the crisp sound of Sir’s hand landing on her bottom. Then another smack, even louder. Lucy made a small nasal noise, but couldn’t speak.

“Good. Shirt and bra off now, girl.” Mote rustling of cotton. Lucy would be naked, now. “I’m going to give you a spanking first, Lucy. Before I cane you. Do you understand why?”

I heard Lucy try to speak. So did Sir. There was another ringing smack, the hardest yet.

“Do not speak, Lucy. Honestly, I wonder sometimes if you’re as stupid as Maddie here. Just nod your head, or shake it.”

Lucy must have shaken her head, because Sir said, “You might think it’s extra punishment to get a spanking before you get the cane, but it isn’t. It helps to warm you up, and it increases blood circulation in the skin of your bottom. That means it won’t hurt you quite as much, and you don’t mark quite so severely. I’m giving you a warm-up because you were at least trying to be a good girl. Now Maddie, here, she’s just going to get her caning cold. Do you understand?”

Lucy would have nodded, her mouth still full. Then there was another sound: Lucy’s sudden hissing in of breath, and a faint moan. Had Sir touched her? Then there was silence for a few seconds, and another moan. Sir had to be stroking Lucy’s cunt. When he spoke, at last, he sounded a little out of breath, “Good girl, Lucy. One warm-up spanking for you. Now,” I heard him sit in the office chair. “Get over my knee.” 

I imagined his view, Lucy’s lovely waist and delectable little bottom under his gaze. His hand resting on her softness. I waited for the spanking to begin, but there was silence. Then Sir said, “What’s this mark on the side of your thigh? I didn’t spank you there this morning. Lucy? Where did you get extra spanks from, since this morning?” 

Lucy stayed silent. It wasn’t just that her mouth was full. She didn’t want to tell on me. I said, “Sir~”

“Ah. Maddie. Of course. Come here, girl. I think you two girls have some explaining to do.”

The next episode is here.