Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 94: Raylene’s back & Lynette’s coming 5

I’d just asked Lynette, again, if she was coming to watch Raylene’s caning. She said, “persistent bastard!”

“Pleased to meet you.”

She took a step closer. “Oh, I think persistence is good. Mostly. Dorabella says you’re a bad man. She’s not wrong, is she?”

I kept my hands at my sides, and shrugged. “Depends on your definition. I try to be, you know, ethical.”

The Ethical Slut. I haven’t read it. Is it any good?”

“Yeah. Pretty good. Worth a read. Anyway, I really hate hurting people.”

Attractive indoor bamboo arrangement

Attractive indoor bamboo arrangement

“Er, what was all that bamboo Raylene was carrying? That’s for flower arranging?”

“You know what I mean. The wrong kinds of hurt. Heart hurt. But getting your bottom smacked doesn’t cause heart hurt. Nor does sex, if you’re honest about what you’re doing. Um, condoms and other conditions apply.”

She said, “Hmmmm,” again. Then she said, “OK. I’m going to watch you cane Raylene. Because she’s got a foxy ass.”

“Well, good. And welcome.” 

“And she was rude to me. It’s in my honor, so I’d better be there.”

“It’d be the polite thing to do.”

“Jesus, that’s weird.” 

I smiled, and because she smiled back at me this time I took that step that brought us close together. Close but not touching. “I have to talk to Raylene now. Give us ten minutes or so. Come up when Bellie comes.” 

We were very close, and our war was mostly over. So I kissed her nose, and said, “Well, because.”

She seemed quite happy to have her nose kissed, even if I didn’t have any good reason, and so I put my arms around her. Lynette sank forward, her slender weight against me. I watched her consider this, now we’d got to this point. She didn’t seem to mind this either. So! I thought: It’s time to consolidate! Move my hands down to hold that hard little ass of hers! Yes! But that was me: god knows what she was thinking. 

left tit1I decided not to make things more complicated than they already were. Instead I squeezed her waist, but chastely. Then I said, “Sorry”, which could mean anything, including the fact that a couple of seconds later I said, “no, I really, really got to go.” Then I released her.

On my way out I pulled the towel off the top of the door and threw it at her. She caught it, and confirmed that her left breast was every bit as nice as I thought it would be.

“Great catch,” I said. And left.  

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 93: Raylene’s back and Lynette’s coming 4

Technically, conventionally, Lynette had been trying to fuck my girlfriend, and the commonplace idea about that is that therefore she should apologise. That was probably what she thought that I thought. But she didn’t want to apologise to me, mainly because I was a brute who left bruises on women’s arses.

Even good girls get bruises. But bad girls enjoy them more

Even good girls get bruises. But bad girls enjoy them more. Raylene was one of those bad girls…

I didn’t expect or need an apology, because I couldn’t blame her for fancying Raylene, and I didn’t care if she couldn’t keep her hands off Raylene’s arse. Neither could I. I was certain Raylene wanted to stay with me at the moment, so I had no reason to be paranoid.And I don’t really do jealousy.

Ah. But I realised that this was the topic I could break the ice with. I said, “Oh. And I really don’t blame you for, um, massaging Raylene’s arse. I can’t keep my hands off it myself.”

I paused, to see if I’d get a smile. Nothing yet. I said, “I mean, tactile pleasures; Raylene’s arse is one of the best. So seriously, you’ve got nothing to apologise for or feel bad about, either for me or Raylene.”

There! I got a smile from her, for the line about the tactile pleasures offered by Raylene’s ass. She put her arms down, which meant that the one-button blouse suddenly became a much more interesting garment.

blousetitIf I took three steps to the right, I’d be able to view all of her left breast. That was one of those thoughts that are okay so long as you never act on them. I expected it would be a very nice breast, but I managed to stay where I was.

Lynette fancied Dorabella, and now Raylene too, but she wasn’t really a lesbian. I expected that she’d break lesbian hearts until she graduated, and then she’d marry some guy, probably a doctor or lawyer, and make babies and art projects. That sounds more cynical than I felt: it’s just true that people are people, and they do what works for them. 

So it was surprising but not amazing that there now seemed to be a slight, small spark going on between Lynette and me.

I’d do nothing about it, just now, for fear of putting it out. Or maybe I should do something about it. Best not to make a plan, on that.

She said, “You’ve done this -” she was going to say something like ‘a lot’, then she changed her mind – “before, haven’t you?”

“Uh. Yes. I do know what I’m doing. Also, I enjoy it.”

“Are you going to fuck her, I mean Raylene, afterwards?”

“Of course. Um, once you and Dorabella have gone. I mean you won’t have to run for the exits the second I put the cane down. But if you hung about too long I might start dropping hints.”

She laughed through her nose. “Yeah, okay, that makes sense.”

“So, can I put you down on the guest list?”

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 92: Raylene’s back and Lynette’s coming 3

Lynette and I looked at each other. I hadn’t thought this far ahead. I had no idea what to say to her. She seemed to have the same problem with me. I wasn’t even sure what my intentions were. I’d wanted her to witness Raylene get the cane because Raylene would find it deliciously humiliating.

Now I’d seen that Lynette fancied Raylene, it was a little more complicated. She’d been in the middle of a seduction that would probably have worked, if her timing hadn’t been so terrible. I didn’t mind, not because I don’t take sexual competition from women seriously, but because I knew that Raylene and I were both very interested in and excited by each other.

Anyway, once I’d thought about it properly I’d realised that I was giving Raylene too little credit. She’d been up to mischief when she sprawled out on Lynette’s bed with her arse on display, that display featuring irresistible cuteness, also blushes and bruises. She was making sure Lynette was sexually interested in what Raylene and I were up to.

cold creamThere was no way Lynette could have avoided doing something helpful like smearing on the cold cream and rubbing it in. Slowly and gently. At least at first.

Which raised a question about the extent to which Raylene had been playing me, all the time I was thinking that it was me taking the initiative. I shook my head. This was no time to get distracted. Lynette saw that and scowled, assuming that I’d had a negative thought about her. So I said something that was true, and probably helpful.

“This is kind of awkward, but it doesn’t have to be.” She said nothing.

I shrugged apologetically. “Anyway, I’m certain it’ll get easier. But what I really wanted to say is that Raylene really wants to be caned this morning. Yeah, I know you know that. But, you know, the official reason, in inverted commas, is that she was rude to you last night. And you should know that that’s just nonsense. It’s just an excuse, because it seems hotter if there’s a reason. But you’re not, in any sense, responsible for Raylene being about to get a hot arse. Well, hotter.”

caned tableLynette still looked at me without speaking, but her stance had relaxed a little. I plunged on. “I mean, if you come up and watch, which she really would like, then she’ll say sorry to you, and so on. But if it hadn’t been her being rude to you last night, it would have been something else. Still this morning. Still the same number of strokes. So you did no harm, not to anyone.”

“Hmmm.” I hadn’t gotten her past dubious yet. Raylene’s approach had probably been better. But she might not like my arse as much. 

So I said, “The real reason, truth to tell, is that she’ll love it, and she’s got a cute arse. Ahm, as I guess you noticed.”

There was a second of silence and stillness. Then Lynette’s eyes opened wide and she blushed. The blush transformed her face. Suddenly I liked her a lot more. She said, “Ah, I -“

Governing the Gang Girl 4: Lynette considers Jack

standing spanked 2This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on my site.

 

In this episode, Jack and Lynette flex foils, and find their enmity starting to dissolve under the solvent of lust.

 

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

 

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I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book has been published and is being submitted for sale at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio.

I’ll give you a link to a page that will take you to your favoured on-line bookseller, or allow you to choose one, very soon.

 

Governing the Gang Girl 4: Raylene’s back and Lynette is coming

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”.

I’ve had to remove it, because my publishers don’t need it to be available free on my site.

coldcreamIn this episode Jack finds Charmie and Lynette on Lynette’s bed. Charmie lay stretched out on her front, with her t-shirt pushed up to her armpits, while Lynette rubbed cold cream into her cute and spectacularly red bottom. Lynette probably thought she was seducing Charmie.

Jack is pleased with Charmie for drawing Lynette into the situation, but he shocks Lynette further by spanking Charmie on front of her, and sending her away to wait for her caning, upstairs. Jack and Lynette regard each other, warily.

 

“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.

 

Get your copy!

I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book has been published and is being submitted for sale at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio.

I’ll give you a link to a page that will take you to your favoured on-line bookseller, or allow you to choose one, very soon.