Misty And Cheryl Pt 03

Misty and Cheryl

Mistress and Charlotte do their part for science

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Author's Note

Mistress and Charlotte have signed up for a sociology research project at the university using the aliases of Misty & Cheryl. It's a study of kinky behavior.

In Part 2, the study coordinator, Jessica, and her girl, Moona, end up spending an evening together with Mistress Natasha and Charlotte. The girls play together knowing the rule is no orgasms or there will be punishment.

At the end, Moona wonders if punishment might be worth it to experience an orgasm by Charlotte's hand. This part explores that idea. It involves a lot of spanking and not all of it is for fun.

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All text copyright (c)2024 WaxPhilosophic

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Misty and Cheryl, Part 3

Jessica

I stood with my phone in my hand and the messaging app open, wondering if she would be okay with it.

Natasha wouldn't have given you her number if she didn't want you texting her,

I told myself.

I looked at Moona, the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, as she lay beside me, asleep. I kept hearing her words in my head.

Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like,

she had said.

She meant punishment, of course. What would punishment feel like if she had chosen to have an orgasm while playing in Charlotte's bed?

I wondered about that myself. I'd never punished Moona. I'd never had any rules for her to break until that night. The night we found ourselves at Natasha and Charlotte's house, with Charlotte practicing shibari on Moona while Natasha and I sipped wine.

It wasn't the easiest thing to watch, my Moona so obviously enjoying the touches of another. But Natasha told me of her rule for Charlotte and that helped put me more at ease. No orgasms outside her presence or there would be punishment.

I gave Moona the same rule.

She asked me about the punishment. And on the spur of the moment, I told her I'd put her over my knee. I gave her the arbitrary number of ten swats on her bare ass if she broke my rule. Moona assured me she would obey.

But then the next morning, she surprised me by musing about what it might feel like if she had broken the rule. And I'd been a wreck ever since.

I've never raised a hand to Moona. I've never wanted to. I love her.

But I had also given her to another for the night with the understanding there would be no orgasms. And if there were orgasms, there would be punishment.

I was smart enough to know empty words without follow-though are no good for any relationship, even a relationship like ours. Perhaps especially in a relationship like ours. But could I raise my hand to her if she tested me?

I shook my head and tapped at the screen of my phone. I swiped until Natasha's name came up in my contacts.

J: Hi. Got a minute for a question?

N: Sure

Natasha surprised me with the speed of her reply. I kind of thought she might take a while and I could put off this conversation a little longer while I steeled my nerve. No such luck.

Here goes nothing.

J: Do you punish Charlotte?

N: When she breaks the rule

J: How do you do it?

N: A wooden ruler across her backside

I lifted my thumbs from the screen and stared at her reply for several seconds.

A wooden ruler across her backside.

J: Is that hard for you?

N:?

J: Is it hard for you to hurt someone you love?

N: It's the worst

J: How do you do it?

It took some time of me staring at the screen before the next reply came in.

N: Easier to explain in person. Got time for lunch today?

J: Sure. Thank you

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Natasha

I stood off to the side and stared up at the menu board for Joy Joy Poké Bowl Restaurant. I had just decided on the Cali Style when Jessica walked in.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting," she said.

"Nah," I said shaking my head. "Just long enough to decide I'm branching out to something new."

"Ooh, what are you getting?"

"Cali Style bowl."

"Nice. I've always stayed traditional. Hawaiian Style. I can't seem to branch out."

"Shall we?" I said, extending my arm toward the counter where people were lining up to order.

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Sitting down with my Cali Style, I looked up at Jessica, laying her napkin on her lap and snapping her chopsticks apart.

"Please don't judge," I said, doing the same. "I'm really a knife and fork kind of girl."

"No worries," she said.

"What's on your mind, Jessica," I said, bypassing any more Joy Joy Poké Bowl centered small talk and cutting right to it.

"Punishment."

I nodded and took a stab at trying to pick up a cucumber slice.

"How do you do it?" she asked.

"You're worried about hurting your girl." I hadn't posed it as a question. I knew exactly what she was feeling. I'd felt it myself. "But you've told her there would be punishment if she breaks the rules and now you're stuck with it."

"There's really only the one rule."

"You're worried she'll make herself come without you there."

"I'm worried she wants Charlotte to make her come. She was wondering aloud what punishment would feel like. It was right after... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply this is Charlotte's fault." She set her chopsticks aside and turned her face away.

"Jessica, it's alright. Believe me. Charlotte feels the same way. It's cute, and I'd enjoy nothing more than watching it take place. But Charlotte needs to clear it with Juliet first or I will paddle her ass red hot and not feel the least bit of remorse."

"I... I admire your resolve."

"But?" I said, prodding her to continue with the statement I knew was coming.

"I don't know if I could do it."

After my success with the cucumber slice, I set my sites on an edamame bean. "My problem was quite the opposite," I said. "In the beginning, I was all too eager to punish. What I wasn't good at was explaining the rules beforehand. So in that respect, you're way ahead of me."

"I only gave her the one rule."

"And the consequences if she breaks it."

Jessica nodded.

"Now you just need the follow though."

"If it comes to that," she said.

I looked her in the eye. "Believe me, it will. She will test you. Moona's seems like a sweet girl. She won't do it out of spite or malice, but she will do it. She needs to know you'll be true to your word. It will reassure her when you are."

"Having her ass paddled? That's going to reassure her?"

I nodded. "In the moment she lays herself over your knee, she'll know what her mistress says is truth. And what her mistress says is consistent. And that the pain see's about to feel is for her own good."

Jessica shook her head. "For her own good?"

I lost the edamame bean, slippery little devil, and eyed an avocado slice instead. "Sneaking orgasms on the sly creates distrust." I moved my gaze back to Jessica. "Knowing your mistress approves and takes pleasure in your pleasure. That creates a bond. A beautiful bond. And trust me, that's a very good thing."

"Sharing pleasure I understand. It's having Moona over my knee that worries me."

I lost the avocado slice I thought I had when it split in two. I dropped my chopsticks back into my bowl and reached across to lay my hand on Jessica's arm. "What you need Jessica, is a good paddling."

She shook her head. "I don't think I can do it. Seeing Moona in pain. Knowing I caused it."

"Not her," I said. "You."

"Me?"

"You need to get your ass pinkened, Jessica. Only then can you understand what Moona is going through when she's over your knee. You'll know it hurts her like hell, but she's not going to die. Not with you watching over her."

"And me getting paddled... so I can paddle Moona's ass... That's the only way to understand this?"

"I know," I said, "I didn't believe it either. I took a course. Well, I was compelled to take a course. A course for dominants. Submissive for a day. Believe me, it was eyeopening."

"That sounds crazy."

"When you come to understand it, Jessica, on her level, as a submissive, you'll be consistent in your discipline when the time comes. And that time will come."

Jessica sat stock still, staring.

"I could probably use a refresher," I added.

"Getting spanked? You want to get spanked."

"Mm-hmm. There's no better way to understand punishment than to experience it."

"Okay. Okay. I'll sign up," she said. "Let's make it quick before I loose my nerve."

"I can call Betty for an appointment as soon as we're done with lunch."

"Do we bring our girls? I'll need to check Moona's availability."

I shook my head. "You want Moona to see you crying, Jessica? Not boo-hoo, whoa is me crying, but red faced, snot nosed, ugly sobs? Because that's the state you're going to be in when it's done."

Jessica dropped her chopsticks in her bowl.

Finally, she spoke up. "I think I may need a minute to wrap my head around that."

I watched the bit of tuna I thought I had go sideways and land back in the bowl. "While you think about it, I'm going to get a fork. These chopsticks will be the death of me."

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Betty

I stood in the hallway, far enough away from the receptionist desk to be out of sight of our two visitors, but not so far I couldn't watch and eavesdrop on Desi's conversation with them.

My girl Desi was in prime form. Before Natasha and her friend arrived, Desi had already stripped down to nothing but the oxblood collar she kept in her desk drawer. She put it on for any interactions with domme clients. And she was currently on her knees, taking coffee orders.

I could see Natasha smiling. She adored Desi on her knees last time she visited our office, and this time was no different. The woman beside her, Jessica was her name according to my appointment calendar, she looked a little less sure about things.

As Desi rose to her feet and came toward me on her way to the kitchenette, I reached out for her hand. "Beautiful as always, dear," I said, giving her a squeeze.

"Thank you, Mistress."

As she turned to get started on coffee, I tugged my jacket straight and marched to the front of the office suite.

"Natasha," I said, thrusting out my hand, "Always a pleasure."

Natasha smiled as she shook my hand.

I scanned her up and down, lingering at her chest. Still as firm and lovely as the last time. "I rather hoped you'd have your top off, though," I said. "I do love those tits."

This caused the woman at Natasha's side to stir a bit and then turn to stare at her shoes.

"Hi," I said, offering my hand, "I'm Betty."

"Jessica," she replied, perking up a bit.

"Both dommes?" I knew the answer, but Jessica looked like she might be having some doubts at the moment.

"Yes Mistress, both dommes," said Desi, with two cups of coffee, stopping to kneel again before offering the cups to our guests.

"And what brings you in today?" I asked, already knowing that answer too.

"I've lost that tingly feeling on my ass," said Natasha, and after a calculated pause, she added, "Mistress."

I touched my fingers to Natasha's cheek and smiled a bit as she leaned in to nuzzle my hand. "Oh, you are as lovely as I remember," I whispered.

I turned to the quiet one, Jessica. "And you?"

"Punishment."

Desi handed off the coffees and departed.

"You've done something wrong, Jessica?"

She fumbled with the cup in her hand. "No. No, um, ma'am. I... I need to... I might..."

"You might need to punish your girl and you're feeling some trepidation," I said. Again, I knew the answer. Natasha had filled me in when she booked the appointment.

"Yes, ma'am."

"I like your attitude, Jessica. It took me several hours with Natasha before she learned to address me with such respect. I think you might be my new favorite student."

Natasha turned and glared. I gave her a smirk in response.

"Yes, ma'am," said Jessica again. I don't think she knew how else to respond to my needling of her friend.

"So you gals are here to get your swats in, is that it?"

"Yes, Mistress." It was Natasha, and she was grinning. I enjoyed playful Natasha. And I would enjoy bringing her back from a sobbing mess just as much. But not yet. First the fun spankings.

"You know the name of this course?" I asked.

"Spanking one-oh-one, ma'am."

"Yes, Jessica. Spanking one-oh-one." I clapped my hands together as I said it. "This is the fun one."

Natasha was grinning. Jessica still wasn't sure.

"Today is the day when I pinken your lovely bottoms and you tell me all about how wet it gets you."

Natasha looked a little dreamy eyed. Jessica was lucky to meet my gaze for a half second before turning back to study her shoes.

"You've both cleared this with your girls?" I asked. "Today's the good girl day and I don't anyone upset with us when you're begging me to lay one more swat on you before I make you come."

"Yes, um, ma'am," said Jessica. "I talked to Moona about it. She agreed."

"Charlotte asked for a detailed account when I get home," said Natasha. "But otherwise she's okay with it."

I stepped over to cup Natasha's cheek in my hand. She leaned into me.

"One moment, girls," I said, walking over to Desi's desk and tugging at the middle drawer. I pulled out two simple black collars with shiny chrome rings on the front and sturdy buckles around the back.

I came back to stand in front of Jessica and Natasha with a collar in each of my hands. "In a moment, I'm going to ask to put these on you. When you do, you'll be my girls. Do you understand what that means?"

Natasha answered with a smile and a nod. She was beaming. Jessica chose her words as a question. "That I'll do whatever you say?" asked Jessica.

"My demands will be simple," I said. "And I will respect your limits. Do you have safe words in mind? We use red and yellow here, but I'm open to whatever makes you feel most at ease."

"Red and yellow," said Natasha.

"And you understand the meaning?" I directed my question to Jessica, the quiet one.

"Yes, ma'am. Yellow is slow down and red is stop."

"Very good."

"Last question," I said, addressing both of them. "Fisting. Yes or no? If you've been good girls and I'm pleased enough to let you come. May I use my whole hand to do so?"

Jessica looked horrified. Natasha was giddy as a kid on Christmas. "I think I know the answers," I said, "but a nod or a shake of the head would help clear up any potential confusion."

Natasha was nodding vigorously. Jessica remained still as she thought it over and finally shook her head no.

"Any questions?" I asked.

They both shook their heads.

"Let's get these collars on you."

Natasha dropped to her knees and folded her arms behind her back. After a few seconds of fidgeting, Jessica did the same.

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Natasha

The feeling of Betty's fingers trailing over the collar around my neck was as pleasant as when she used them to stroke my cheek. I nuzzled against her. Vivid memories of my last visit here came flooding back.

Jessica seemed a little less sure, but she had joined me here, on our knees, as we waited for Mistress Nguyen to take us through our paces. I stole a quick glance at Jessica. Mistress Nguyen was stroking her cheek like she did mine. Jessica just didn't seem to be quite in the right state yet to enjoy it.

"Just a moment, please," said Betty.

I watched Betty turn toward the hall and walk deeper into the suite of offices. When she came back, I glanced over to see Desi's bare feet padding along beside her. When Betty came around to stand in front of us, naked Desi dropped to her knees beside Jessica.

Desi reached out with a hand to touch Jessica's cheek, sliding her finger down to Jessica's lower lip, before folding her arms behind her back.

Mistress Nguyen was up and pawing though the desk drawer again. She came back with a chrome-plated chain leash and clipped it to Desi's collar. Betty held the looped end out to Jessica. Jessica stared.

"Think of her as your emotional support submissive," said Betty. "Desi's been through all of this. She can help you when you need it."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Jessica, reaching out to take the end of the leash.

Desi leaned over to kiss Jessica's cheek on the same spot she touched her finger to before. Jessica seemed a little less rigid after that.

"On your feet, girls," said Betty.

I tried to be as graceful as I could, but Jessica, perhaps being younger, or perhaps being a little less comfortable kneeling before someone else, beat me to standing. Desi was right beside her.

"Come along, girls." Betty turned and headed into the suite of offices.

As we passed the office labeled H.R. Director, I noticed the door was closed. There were muffled voices from inside and I swear I heard what sounded like the slap of leather on skin. I grinned and pictured the interview taking place.

When we finally arrived in Betty's office, she left the door open. Jessica, Desi, and I were placed standing in the center of the room, shoulder to shoulder, with Jessica sandwiched in the middle. I straightened my posture and stuck my chest out for Mistress Nguyen.

Betty walked back and forth, cooing over us, telling us how pleased she was we kept our arms folded behind our backs and our tits pushed out. She was standing in front of me when she mentioned tits, and I grinned.

"Jessica," said Betty, "If I may borrow Miss Désirée for a moment, I will give a demonstration."

"Yes, ma'am," said Jessica, holding her arm out with the loop of the leash in her hand.

Desi swooped in to kiss Jessica on the cheek and then followed along behind Betty to the sofa. Betty sat down while Desi remained standing.

"Come a little closer, girls," said Betty. "And move your hands around to the front or the sides. Relax. This is the fun part."

I stepped forward and Jessica followed my lead. Betty said nothing, but made an obvious gesture of pointing a finger at her thigh.

"Yes, Mistress," said Desi, as she dropped to her knees before laying her naked body across Betty's lap. I only hoped I could be as graceful when it was my turn.

"How many swats did you say you'd give your girls?" Betty asked. She was rubbing the flat of her hand over Desi's buttocks as she waited for our answers.

"Ten," said Jessica.

"Twelve," I said.

Betty turned her attention to Desi. "Ten or twelve, Desi girl?"

"Mmm, yes, Mistress."

Betty brought her hand down so fast I almost missed it. But what I didn't miss was the jiggling of Desi's buttocks and slap of skin on skin that filled the air. From the size of Jessica's eyes, she hadn't missed it either. But when the unmistakable pleasure of Desi's moaning followed, Jessica relaxed a little.

"How many more, Desi?"

"Mmm, like that? Twelve, please, Mistress."

"Very well," said Betty. "Twelve it is. Tell me your safe words, please."

"Red and yellow, Mistress."

"Good girl."

Smack!

Desi moaned while Betty rubbed with her palm. "One," said Desi.

"I like to have my girls count," said Betty, as she wound up for another.

Smack!

"Mmm. Two."

"You can tell a lot about a girl from the sound of her voice. The strain in it. Or the excitement."

Smack!

"Oooh. Three!"

"Catch you by surprise, Desi girl?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I watched as Betty leaned forward to whisper something in Desi's ear.

Smack!

I waited for Desi to continue her counting, but the next number never came.

Betty pulled her hand away from Desi's ass, that was just starting to show some pink, and used her fingers to pull Desi's hair out of her face. "Are you alright, dear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Shall we continue?"