Susan and Meredith's exploration of the trunk continued throughout the month, each taking turns playing the top, although Meredith seemed to naturally gravitate toward the more submissive role. Although she was equally happy in either role, Susan noted Meredith's preference and tended to top more often than otherwise. Without doubt, however, their friendship grew even closer with this new and excitingly intimate association that they now had with each other. In Susan, Meredith now had found what she felt her soul had missed before. By way of her dominance, Susan had relieved Meredith of the angst that she had previously felt whenever she tried to explore her sexuality. With the chains came a certain type of freedom. With the pain came a new type of pleasure. With the dependence came a certain amount of liberation.
While mulling similar thoughts, Susan brought the strap down hard. Feeling it connect with a satisfying thud, Susan watched the instantaneous spasm ripple through Meredith's body. This last stroke had been much harder than the prior five, and must have come as something of a surprise. The muffled gasp came almost immediately after, but no shouts or words; the gag prevented that. Susan stepped back to admire the prize of a stripe that was almost immediately born. Two inches wide and nearly ten inches long, it was perfectly split in two by the quivering crack of Meredith's ass. As the color quickly changed from pink to crimson, Susan quickly set to give the stripe a pair of equally painful sisters, one above and one below.
The last three strokes had been almost all that she could bear. The tears had begun to spring from her haunted eyes, but the ballgag in her mouth kept Meredith from being able to utter any objections to Susan's ministrations. In fact, it had been Meredith herself who had suggested the situation that she now found herself in.
It had been a moment of inspiration when Meredith finally figured out what the strange rub marks were on the chair in the living room. Obviously an older chair, Meredith had never found it to be particularly comfortable to sit in. Susan's aunt and uncle seemed to be very purposeful in the furnishings of their home, and the one chair didn't quite seem to fit in with either the décor, or the general comfort of the place. To make matters worse, the chair was not in the same immaculate condition of most of the rest of the house. It had a padded seat, but an open wooden back that uncomfortably only rose to just above waist height, if one were to stand behind it. And then there were those rub marks in the finish near the bottoms of the legs. And then came the sudden thought. Meredith had risen from watching television with Susan, walked over to the chair, and pulled it away from the wall. With mild interest, Susan watched her friend ponder the chair. And then Meredith did something that shared the inspiration with Susan. She walked to the back of the chair, and then leaned over it as far as she could. It all made sense. With her waist at the back of the chair, her wrists and ankles fell almost exactly next to the rub marks on the legs of the chair.
"I want this," was all she said. Susan had smiled, and stood. After seeing Meredith in position on the chair, Susan knew exactly what was required. Within a few minutes, she had gathered a few lengths of rope and the gag from the trunk. Minutes later, she was tying the now nude Meredith on her tippy-toes over the back of the chair. After she was tied helpless, Meredith began to feel the now familiar heat begin to rise between her legs. Over the last few weeks, Meredith had learned that her friend Susan had something of a sadistic streak in her. Fortunately, during those same weeks, Meredith had learned that she loved it. With her bottom upturned and exposed in this way, she knew it would only be a few moments more before Susan took Meredith away to that special place in her mind.
"This will keep you from hurting my ears too much," was the laughing remark that Susan made as she put the gag securely into Meredith's mouth. Meredith had been gagged before, but she somehow felt that this time might be different. She knew that Susan felt the same magic in the chair that she herself sensed. She now found that her bottom was to receive an entirely new level of spanking. Susan had begun the process easily enough; a light pitter-patter of playful hand slaps to get the blood flowing. Then it was back to the trunk. It was quite a delight to have a sexual toy store at her fingertips. In fact, even after a month, there were still items that had not been put into play, and for today it was the strap. Made of leather and just a few inches wide, the devastating effects were seen clearly and immediately. Susan learned that unlike spanking by hand, this implement was most effective on Meredith when she paused between strokes. Susan could almost taste the mixture of anticipation and dread that quickly rose in Meredith in that brief moment. It was intoxicating.
