Lucy's crime and punishment chips fall where they may - right into place.
"Decisions decisions..." drops Mistress Peggy ominously.
David is well aware that he's done something wrong. Lucy is vaguely aware, but she is so new-to-all-of-this that she has not learned to have the proper reverence for her best friend's wrath.
Lucy has every right to be confused. It was Peggy herself that took ahold of Lucy's head by her hair and made David explode into her mouth. Some would call that a little more than implied consent. She'll soon learn that in her Mistress's world, nobody else is allowed to interpret events their way.
"Which one of you is brave enough to be punished first?"
"But Mistress, you practically forced him to cum without permission- that's not fair!" protests the indignant Lucy. She impudently hugs her naked tits to her chest. She feels her own hard nipples against her forearms.
"Alright- since you insist on throwing an attitude I guess that means you volunteer, Ms. Lucy."
Mistress seizes the opportunity to capture another picture of Lucy's cute childish pose and the bratty expression on her face.
"This is what you look like right now."
Mistress show's her friend the screen and Lucy has to admit she does look rather silly but also kind of hot pushing up her pert tits with her arms.
"Ok since this is your first time I'll take it easy on you- I'll give you a choice: spanking, enema, pegging or all three. Whatever your choice, when I'm through punishing you- you must then do the same to David. You must deliver David's punishment to properly learn the lesson I'm trying to teach you, and I want to see if you can punish him as affectively as I do."
"I'm sure I can't, Ma'am."
"He came in your mouth so it's more fitting that you take it out on him."
Lucy is not used to having so many choices and responsibilities hoisted upon her. She thinks about her options. Spanking seems like the simplest, but also the most painful. And David's cheeks still show raised welts from his most recent punishment. Now a brilliant idea is popping into her blonde head. She must show Mistress what stuff she's really made of- how game she can be.
"Spanking, enema, then pegging, Mistress Peggy."
The proudest smile curves Mistress's full lips. Her sharp incisors gleam a little in the lamp light.
"Well this is a pleasant surprise- and a smart way to show me that you acknowledge what you've done wrong and won't do it again."
"Maybe this is my way of proving that I'm not scared of you, Ma'am."
"Oh?! Well then... I think you will be- presently- put your bratty little palms on the bed...NOW! Assume the position feet apart."
Peggy stands waiting by the foot of the bed. Lucy reluctantly breaks her bratty pose and slow walks herself toward her friend who is about to spank her. Just as she was commanded, she places her hands down and registers the humiliation of presenting her ass out so vulnerably. She is shaking a little with nervous energy.
"David, fetch my cane..."
David hurries to the dresser to fetch the cane which has only ever been used on his own backside. He knows all-too-well where to find it.
Lucy now realizes that the word "Cane" likely means this spanking will hurt exponentially more than a simple hand spanking- much more force, much more precision, and much more likely to leave marks that she might have to explain to anyone who sees her ass- long as it takes to heal. Still, she silently waits for her punishment like the good penitent girl she is. Her powerful curiosity about what feelings await her keeps her pretty feet planted on the carpet spread shoulder width part.
"Ten strokes, Ms. Lucy, count them and thank me after each stroke- those are the rules or we start over..."
Mistress winds up- and lets her cane fly through the air. Lucy flinches visibly as the cane swooshes over her back. David muffles his laugh; he wonders what her face looks like now but he can only stand in one place at at a time.
This time, Mistress's cane connects squarely in the middle of Lucy's strike zone. A red welt appears drawing a line perpendicular to her ass crack. It's beautiful.
"One! Thank you, Mistress." Lucy sounds angry and a little bit scared. Before the blonde woman is halfway through the word 'Mistress' another blistering crack connects with her ass slightly lower this time.
"Ahhhhh! Two! thank you, Mistress." It's clear from her tone the rapidity took her totally by surprise.
"Good girl... this will be over before you know it," encourages her best friend.
David is so mesmerized by the sight of the little woman's perfect ass painted red and the sexy sounds of her impotent squeals that he fails to notice that by the fifth stroke she's begun crying faintly.
Lucy manages to blurt out the correct numbers and thank her Mistress for each of the ten strokes.
