[Thanks to A for editing]
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The ironing board in the kitchen was exactly the wrong height - or the right height depending on how one looked at it. Chloe tried to ignore it, but it meant she had to stretch her arms out further to press Mrs Petrescu's clothes; a task she usually performed with relish, eager to earn her Headmistress, manager and Ma'am's approval.
Under the skirt of her dark green school uniform pinafore, though, the bulge of the harness and dildo constantly bashed against the edge of the board; enough to keep reminding her of its presence, and therefore of the reasons for its presence, but not enough to give her much in the way of pleasure - the pressure went onto her pubic bone, not further down to her clitoris or lips. Having to wear her tight gym knickers too far down so that the dildo jutted over the top wasn't very comfortable either.
After several Sundays in which both she and Angela - who today was in purdah for wanton disobedience, locked in a cupboard - had been told to wear them throughout their visits, Chloe had got more used to the weight and the tightness of the harness around her hips; but the awkwardness of having her skirt five inches further forward than it would normally be still irritated her. No wonder men had evolved not to have constant erections, she thought.
As she steamed every last crease out of one of her Ma'am's more severe black pencil skirts, she thought back to why both she and her lover [fiancee? - co-submissive?] were told to put on the dildos; Angela's purchase of one for use without Ma'am's knowledge - or permission - was regarded as a severe breach of the natural obedience the Headmistress demanded of her two "pupils".
Chloe pictured the scene again; in the punishment room, its only furniture a heavy desk, both her and Angela had been stripped bare, and ordered to stand straight up with their hands together in the air. With a stepladder - and a little rough repositioning - Mrs Petrescu had lashed their arms to a beam in the ceiling, forcing them to stand on tiptoe, a couple of feet from and facing each other.
"
You want to use these pathetic imitation dicks?
" taunted the Headmistress. "
Then go right ahead.
" From a drawer in the desk she produced both Angela's harness and dildo, and another similar all-in-one strapon, the phallus catching the light in its translucent red. Turning first to Angela, she told the young teacher to step into the harness: it was roughly pulled up her legs, and the Velcro strapping tightly secured. Chloe, similarly and just as harshly, found herself sporting the dildo Angela had bought and which had aroused the Headmistress' indignation.
Mrs Petrescu positioned herself exactly between the two pupils; pulling on each of the dildos, she forced each woman to thrust her hips forward towards the other. "
Good
", said the Headmistress, "
about two inches overlap.
"
Turning back to the desk and reaching underneath it, she produced a single-tail whip. Chloe watched as the Headmistress positioned herself behind Angela; then with a mighty crack, she heard it bite into Angela's skin, and saw how her lover gasped with both pain and pleasure.
Two further strokes were applied; Angela reacted to each just as strongly, her thighs rubbing against each other to try to apply some friction to her pussy between the strokes.
It was Chloe's turn next. She tensed her body, waiting for the first bite of the tail into her cheeks...
CRACK!
Her hips jerked forward, the harnessed dildo she was wearing banging into Angela's.
CRACK!
That one caught the inside of one of her cheeks, almost down to where she was getting very wet, very quickly...
CRACK!
A high squeak escaped from Chloe's mouth. The pain, the pain, but the pressure inside, further forward. "
...more, please, Ma'am...
", she breathed.
All she heard was the sound of Mrs Petrescu's shoes, and the slam of the door to the punishment room. The fire in Chloe's pussy was not to be sated.
Both the women had hung there for some time before Angela whispered to her to thrust forward. She could see in the look in her lover's eyes that both were suffering the same from the denial of further punishment and any release afterwards.
As she jerked her hips forward towards Angela, at the same time as her lover, their dildos clashed. "
Sword fight?
" Angela breathed. With a little aiming practice, they found that pushing, battling, clashing their dildos against each other was enough to produce a little friction between their legs - only a little, but maybe if they did it enough, it would...
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The steam rising from the board brought Chloe back into the kitchen. She gave a small yelp as she lifted the iron from the skirt; examining it closely, she found that luckily she had done no discernible damage. She offered a small thanks to whoever was watching over her; a punishment for a serious transgression - exile from her Headmistress' presence for several weeks - was something she certainly didn't want to undergo.
Chloe, despite her initial innocence, was by now experienced enough to know the difference between "play" punishment - designed to heighten the two women's pleasure and cement their devotion to their Headmistress - and the *real* punishments of being deprived of such sweet pain, of being left alone and trapped in one's own longing.
Angela's current imprisonment would hurt her not because it was humiliating to undergo the sensory deprivation of the small cupboard under the stairs, but because - Chloe also knew this from experience - Angela would miss out on whatever depraved delights the Headmistress would choose; a special activity, which only Chloe would be involved in, which she would recount to Angela later and provoke a sting of jealousy in the other pupil.
And so it turned out when Chloe finished the ironing, and presented herself to Mrs Petrescu back in the sitting room. Giving a small curtsy, she asked what other tasks she'd be required to perform: the Headmistress ignored her and continued reading.
Time passed: Chloe stood still, head slightly bowed, hands clasped behind back, skirt bulge still sticking obscenely in front of her.
Eventually Mrs Petrescu put down her book. "
You can leave the rest of the chores this afternoon, Chloe; given your, ahem, 'partner''s insubordination in the bathroom this morning, I'll add the remainder of them to her list next week. In the meantime...
" Her face broke into thought for a second before she continued; "
...go up to the spare bedroom. Shoes and beret off, face upwards on the bed.
"
"
At once, Ma'am
" Chloe replied, briefly curtsied, and hurried up the stairs.
The spare bedroom was very rarely used for any activity in the house; Mrs Petrescu had few overnight visitors, yet both Chloe and Angela kept it scrupulously clean. Chloe took off her beret and shook her hair back into place; then placed the beret on the bedside table. She kicked off her black kitten heels, and bent down to place them neatly under the bed.
Taking care not to crease her uniform unduly, she reached over to lie face up on the centre of the double bed, her hands crossed over on her stomach, her legs together but straight out, her head on two soft pillows. Wondering what her Headmistress had in store for her, she let her gaze fall around the room; she had of course dusted every inch of it in her time performing domestic chores, but had never seen it from this vantage point.
It was much more cosy than the stark minimalism of the punishment room; as well as the crochet-covered double bed with both head and footboard, the Victorian wardrobe, dressing table and bedside table, all bedecked with lace and doilies, there was the faint smell of roses from the previous Sunday when Angela had left a bowl of petals in the room. This, and the softness of the bed, slowly relaxed Chloe as she sunk into the mattress. Her eyes were getting heavy, too: all that washing and drying and ironing and polishing and vacuuming and dusting and...
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The feeling of her arm being pulled brought Chloe back to consciousness. She didn't know how long she had been asleep, but she noticed the light was fading through the net curtains. Still lying prone, she felt her right arm - then her left - being pulled upwards and to the top corners of the bed. Something was tied around each wrist, and secured with Velcro.
