Another piece inspired by the amazing Scarlet/ 'fortheloveofgloves'.
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Morning arrived far sooner than you expected. And though you had managed to get some sleep, you'd be lying if you said that it'd been a peaceful one.
All through the night, your mind continually reeled with the thoughts of what awaited you, as well as Miss Moore's parting words. It was quite clear that her intent was not simply to learn from Miss Scarlet- she wanted to punish you as well. And oddly enough, you couldn't say that you blamed her.
While your actions in her class had been relatively minor all things considered, they had been the final straw. Others before you had made the cracks- all you'd done was give them one last knock until they shattered into pieces. And regardless of the fact that you were one of many, you were unfortunately the one who was here to bear the full brunt of her fury.
Even so, as you'd been ordered you were up bright and early, waiting at the bottom of the stairs wearing nothing but your collar like a dutiful puppy for Miss Scarlet and Miss Moore to arrive. It honestly baffled you to realize just how far down the proverbial rabbit hole you'd fallen. Not simply by virtue of the fact that you were going to be spending your study break here under their thumbs, but that in doing so you were forgoing the blessed acts of sleeping in that most of your ilk would likely be doing whilst on break.
But Miss Scarlet had demanded it, and you dared not disobey her.
Soon enough, the ladies appeared, each one sporting long silken robes- red for Miss Scarlet and black for Miss Moore, which obscured whatever else they were wearing save for their gloves and boots. Beneath the fabric, you could just about spot Miss Scarlet's black leather ones and Miss Moore's brown ones, but the height of them was a mystery to you.
Likewise, though it seemed that first glance that Miss Scarlet was once again wearing those remarkable snakeskin gloves, there was no one of knowing if they were the same shoulder-length pair or perhaps a different pair entirely. Miss Moore on the other hand had exchanged her brown gloves for a pair of white ones which stood in stark contrast to her black robe.
Regardless, once more you found your eyes drawn to them, the mix of mystery provided by their robes along with the expected power their gloves and boots held over you more than enough to bring your already apparent morning wood to full stern the moment they arrived.
And yet, just as with the previous day, neither woman needed to notice or care, much to your dismay. Your cock may as well not exist as far as they were concerned it seemed, and you found yourself hanging your head as they passed.
Just as Miss Scarlet had explained the day before, breakfast already awaited you upon your arrival in the dining room- provided by one of the manor's unseen servants, and the three of you sat and ate in silence. Little else needed to be said- you already knew just what was expected of you when all was said and done, and there was no point in delaying the inevitable.
Once you'd all finished up, Miss Scarlet eyed you sternly, and just as you had after dinner, you quickly rose from your seat and rushed to pull out both her and Miss Moore's. The fact that you'd seemingly needed to be told this time around didn't sit well with you, and inwardly you worried it would be held against you once you'd made your way back to the dungeon.
Which was where you followed Miss Scarlet and Miss Moore to the moment they were standing.
The short walk from the dining room to the basement door felt like an eternity, and the knowledge of what awaited you down there hung over your head more and more with every step. You tried to remind yourself that this was not your first spanking- but given Miss Moore's apparent desire to make you suffer, you had your doubts that this time would be anything like the one Miss Scarlet had delivered.
Soon enough you were there, and you watched as Miss Scarlet opened the basement door. However, she did not do anything else for a moment, instead turning her attention back to you.
"Be a good boy and head downstairs first. Miss Moore and I need to get changed, and I believe spending a little time alone down there will get you in the proper head-space for today's lesson."
The thought of being down there in general sent shivers down your spine- being down there alone really and truly terrified you. Alas, you knew better than to talk back by this point in your 'education', and thus, flicking on the switch, you slowly made your way down the steps, the sound of Miss Scarlet and Miss Moore's bootheels clicking their way back up to the manors second's floor echoing out behind you.
Upon reaching the basement proper, your eyes once more drank in the sight of the great many tools of torment on full display. The sight of the various implements of punishment on the walls reminded you of what they had in store for you, and you suddenly questioned if Miss Moore would even bother with using her gloved hands to spank you when it was apparent there were far 'better' things she could use down here.
The paddles alone seemed terrifying, and while a part of you considered touching them, to get an idea of just what they might feel like, you refrained- not wanting to accidentally damage them and thus bring about a far worse punishment than the one you were already due to receive.
Then again, was it truly a punishment? It certainly had all the makings of one, what with the administration of a thorough spanking, yet this time around it was not due to something you had done. Well, not exactly. Rather, it was so that Miss Moore could get a feel for the things Miss Scarlet seemed to do so easily.
So in a way, you weren't as much being punished as being used.
There was a time not so long ago when the idea of being used by such stunning women as the ones currently getting changed upstairs would have sounded like heaven to you.
But not anymore.
Not when they were using you how they wanted.
After a few moments, you turned away from the wall and instead began making your way over to the spanking bench. Given it was where you were to be restrained once the ladies made their way down here, it seemed like the proper place to await them. It also gave you more of an opportunity to look it over in greater detail. Not that this changed things all that much.
This time, you did touch it, but not in any way you were likely to damage it. Simply to feel how tight the straps were- and even if their current, unused state, it was clear they could be made very tight. Once you were tied down on this thing, there was no way you were moving around, let alone getting away. Not until they allowed it.
You tried not to think too much about this, but once the sound of heels clicking once again filled the air, you knew there was no longer any time to do so anyhow. The ladies had arrived, and all you could do was mentally prepare yourself for what they had planned.
Miss Scarlet made her way into the basement first, and though she was a fair distance from where you stood, you could already see her new attire rather well.
A long black leather skirt hung just past her knees, with a pair of nylon stockings underneath which dovetailed into her black stiletto heels. A dark green silken top covered nearly every inch of flesh until her elbows, after which a pair of black leather gloves did the rest.
