Chapter 14: Disobedience
Bob sat down at the table and put on a broad smile. "So, what was it we were talking about when we were so rudely interrupted?"
Junie cracked up, "I think I was telling you about the canvas sling I made. But it's kind of hard to describe, I would much prefer to demonstrate it for you." She looked up at him through her lashes and bit her lower lip.
Bob laughed and commented, "I am more of a hands-on learner."
As Junie began to pick up after dinner, Bob mentioned that he had found potential buyers for three more of the puppies. "All we have left is one female."
Junie looked up in alarm and whispered, "Happy?"
Donna looked at Junie and frowned, "Junie, I thought we had discussed this. You cannot give that puppy to someone as a surprise. It would not be fair to Happy or Monica."
Junie fell to her knees by her Mistress, "But Ma'am, I know, I just know, that it's a good idea. It's perfect. Please don't sell Happy until I can figure out a way to make this happen. I know if I can just take Happy to Oregon and show her to Monica, Monica would want her."
Donna looked down at Junie in consternation, "Now you want to go to Oregon?"
"Oh, yes, I do. I just have to go." Junie looked back and forth between her Master and her Mistress, her face pleading, "Please, it's really important to me. I will do anything you say."
Bob looked at Junie, "Junie, this is for your Mistress and I to discuss. So, for now, I will do this. I will not find a home for Happy until we decide. But your assignment is to accept whatever we decide, and until then do not bring this up to us again."
Just the promise to not sell Happy caused a rush of excitement to flood through her. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!"
Bob's voice called down the stairs, "Junie, are you down there? I want that 'hands-on learning' experience."
She called up, "Master, I'm in my sewing room. I'm getting the stuff," and quickly gathered up the confusing armload of canvas, buckles, and straps and headed out to the playroom. She was laying them out on the floor when Bob came down into the basement.
She showed him how there were three major supports that would hold the majority of her weight: two wide bands that went behind her hips and shoulders, and then some slings that could support her legs and feet. The straps were all adjustable and attached to the eye rings of the swing frame he had made earlier. Getting in was a little awkward, and she needed a stepstool and his help to steady her, but soon he was pushing her back and forth. Junie was giggling as they goofed around, trying out various angles and positions while fully dressed. But soon her giggles were replaced by soft sighs, as Bob held her tightly and ground his swelling cock against her crotch.
Bob's voice took on a deeper tone, "Yes, this is definitely better. Come, Junie; let's get you out of this contraption. We'll want to use your ass tonight, so you must prepare yourself for that."
A rush of excitement made Junie swallow and stammer, "Y... yes..., Master," she said, as a warm flood of moisture soaked her panties.
Getting out of the sling was even clumsier and Junie showed him how the straps could be released if there was an emergency or if there were any other kinds of problems. "I think I could sit in this thing for quite a while, but eventually my legs might get a little numb. There's almost no stress on my arms though; all my weight is supported by my hips and shoulders. It's completely adjustable, so Donna will be able to play with it too."
Once she was out and they untangled the canvas and straps, Bob gave her a quick swat on the bottom. "Go start getting ready. I'll send your Mistress down to help you, if I can pull her away from those puppies."
"Is that where she is?"
"You aren't the only one suffering from a bad case of puppy love. She's going to be as sorry as you are to see them go."
Junie was finishing making the enema solution when Donna came into the bathroom. She looked up and smiled, "How are our puppies?"
"They are wonderful. I love it now that their eyes are open. I need a shower though; I'm completely covered with puppy kisses."
Junie giggled, "Now I am jealous."
Donna took the enema bag from Junie's hands, "Let me help you with that, sweet girl." Her voice taking on the firm cool tones that Junie was learning to recognize as her Mistress taking charge of her.
"Yes, Mistress." A soft wave of calmness washed over Junie. She felt almost an opening of her spirit as she felt herself slipping deeper into her submission. She felt like she was moving slower, more deliberately, yet alert for the slightest indication of what their needs for her would be. Junie knelt before her Mistress. "Command me, my Mistress; I exist to serve you and my Master."
Donna gathered up a handful of Junie's hair, firmly twisting her face up to regard her Mistress looking down at her, "You are acting like such a good girl... now, Junie." Junie found herself looking up apprehensively at her Mistress, wondering what she had done.
As Junie knelt on the floor clenching her sphincters, struggling to hold the warm solution inside her bowels, she was shocked to feel Donna's hand sharply spank into one of her ass cheeks. Her Mistress had never spanked her before. Junie gasped and focused on holding the water inside her. Donna's voice was admonishing, "Junie, if I tell you 'no' about something, it is completely inappropriate to defy me and beg me to change my mind. And worse to go to our Master, hoping he will overrule my decision. I'm disappointed that you disturbed our Master with this trivia."
Junie gasped in a strangled voice, "I'm sorry, Mistress, you said I couldn't give Happy as a gift. I though you meant that I needed Monica to want Happy and be willing to commit. I was trying to figure out how to do that, how to get Monica to see that having Happy would help her. You didn't say that I couldn't ask Monica if she wanted Happy."
"So now you decide to interpret my words to fit your expectations?" Donna continued to spank Junie firmly, moving back and forth across Junie's broad bottom. Junie's bowels were churning and deep, agonizing cramps were making her feel nauseous.
While the blows from Donna's hands were nowhere as painful as Bob's when he spanked her, somehow the knowledge that her Mistress was punishing her was devastating to Junie. Junie burst into tears and sobbed, "I'm sorry. I just wanted it so bad." A particularly strong cramp made Junie double up. Her voice a strangled groan, "Oh god, Ma'am, please can I let it out?"
Donna's voice was icy, "Get up and get on the toilet, Junie."
Junie scrambled to sit and whimpered out, "Thank you, Ma'am," as she finally could release the pressure inside her.
"We are not finished with this, Junie. But tonight our Master has some plans for both of us. This will have to wait until tomorrow."
Junie's face was a mask of sadness as they came out from their shower. Bob was arranging some things from the toy box and he looked up curiously at the expression on Junie's face. Donna commented dryly, "I was just talking to Junie about how disappointed I was that she felt compelled to continue with this puppy foolishness after I had told her that it was out of the question."
Junie shot Donna a sad look, every fiber of her being wanted to protest that her Mistress had never used those words. If her Mistress had used those words, she would have never said another thing. But in her heart she knew that she would probably have tried to figure out a way to make it happen, no matter what her Mistress had said.
Bob frowned, "I told Junie not to bring that up and now I will tell you the same thing. I will think about it and decide. Both of you will accept my decision. Now, I don't want to fucking talk about this again and you better not let this spoil our play tonight, or both of you will end up regretting ever speaking to me about this." Bob arched his brow and looked at both of them, "Understood?"
Junie was immensely relieved, but she could still sense Donna's tension. Junie looked at Donna, pleading with her eyes to please just let it go like their Master had directed. Junie knelt down at her Master's feet. "I'm sorry, Master, my actions were disobedient to my Mistress."
Bob ignored her and kept his eyes on Donna, measuring, "Junie, show your Mistress how to assist you getting into the swing and how the emergency releases work."
"Yes, Sir." Junie pulled the stepstool up and, looking at Donna a little nervously, then she spoke carefully. "Mistress, it is easier for me to get up if I have this stool to stand on." Donna nodded, but didn't speak as Junie eased her weight down on the wide band and then leaned back on the support that held her shoulders. "I can lean back like this." Junie reached and tried to slip the leg supports over her feet and teetered and grabbed the straps. "Ma'am, could you please help me put those over my feet? They slip up my legs so that I can have some support under my thighs. That way, I can still have my legs spread wide so that you or my Master can have access to... um... everything."
Donna reached and began to slide the leg supports on and spoke for the first time, her voice acid and mocking, "...um, everything? Junie, stop acting like a little fucking virgin. Um, everything what? Say it. Say the dirty words, Junie. Tell us what you want."
Junie gulped and mumbled, "I'm sorry, Ma'am. You and my Master can have access to my cunt and asshole."
"Stop mumbling, I could not quite hear you. You need to speak up when you speak to us. Tell me again and tell me what we can do to you."
Junie let her weight settle onto the supports on her thighs and let the band under the curve of her ass slip up, taking almost all her weight on her thighs. Spreading her legs wide she took a deep breath. "I can hang here like this, with my legs wide, and my asshole and cunt are completely accessible for your use. You can fuck my ass and my cunt both at the same time, if that is your pleasure." Her voice was clear and loud; a wave of embarrassment and humiliation swept through her, but at the same time she could feel that same intangible sensation of opening, calming, becoming more pliant, and sliding deeper into her submission.
"And, my little slut, what is your pleasure?"
The words poured from Junie, "Oh please, let me serve you. I exist to serve you. I want to obey. Please use me for your pleasure."
