Amelia

Amelia. Part 2.

Katie requests a second spanking.

Kay was only slightly surprised when she looked up at the polite knock on the open living room door. There, with a rather sheepish look on her face, stood Amelia's friend, Katie. Naked.

"Do you wish to come in, Katie?" she asked, sitting primly in her chair facing the door. "Please do. Is there something I can do for you?" she affected ignorance of the fact that Katie wore not a stitch of clothing and looked her directly in the eye, allowing Katie to start the conversation.

"Yes. Thank you, Ma'am." Katie responded, and walked warily to stand just a yard in front of her rather attractive hostess. She adopted the position she had learned, feet wide apart, hands clasped behind her neck, elbows back to present her breasts nicely, her pussy pointing at Kay's face. Oh, lord, I hope she appreciates how difficult this is for me right now.

Hmmm. Amelia has trained her well already. Kay recognised the stance, having had to perform it herself several times in front of her own mistress, Evelyn. She shuddered a little in thrilled delight at the knowledge that adopting such a stance would inevitably invite the sting of the cane on her naked buttocks. Poor girl. I'll bet she is utterly humiliated at having to do this in front of me. What a minx Amelia is! It was too much - she had to speak.

"I can't help noticing that you are naked, Katie, and you have the appearance of a girl who has recently been through a highly stimulating time. Have you come to tell me about it? I would love to hear your story." Trying to put the girl at her ease in an obviously difficult situation.

"Yes, Ma'am. I would like to tell you that I was very naughty on holiday and I made an unfair bet with my girl friend. I couldn't lose, and I knew it. But my friend suffered some nasty sunburn as a result and I made a mess of asking for my prize." Her story took some telling.

"Really, Katie. What on earth did you ask for?" Kay was highly curious, and also highly impressed at the shape and beauty of the naked girl before her. Her breath quickened as she took in the reddened areas of obvious arousal on the girl, even through the gorgeous tan.

"I was so sorry for making my friend suffer that I asked her to give me a... a spanking so that I too could suffer with her to make up for it. She thought I was weird and we kind of broke up our friendship." Katie lowered her eyes to look down at the carpet in front of the seated woman.

"So, I told Amelia about it when I met up with her this afternoon, and I asked her to give me the spanking instead. And she just has. I confess that I truly enjoyed being beaten, knowing that I deserved it, and although it was my first time ever, I asked her to spank me harder towards the end. I loved it so much that with a little extra stimulation from Amelia, I had an orgasm." There, I said it.

Kay had already worked most of this out from the sounds that had come into the living room, so this last part came as no surprise. She kept quiet, knowing there must be more to come.

"May I show you my bottom, Ma'am? I'd like you to see how red it is." And without waiting for an answer, Katie spun round, displaying her backside to Kay who, in turn, admired it not only for the marks of her spanking but for the size and shape of it too. Then, with her feet splayed wide apart, Katie bent at the waist and held her ankles in her hands. The rearview delights were openly and shamelessly exposed to Kay. Shaven cunt lips and a very sweet looking fig of an asshole. A dark flush of envy and desire swept through Kay. What a beauty was Katie. Not just to look at, but what a brave attitude too.

"Well, I can see the evidence not just of a decent spanking, Katie, but clearly you have enjoyed more than that!"

Katie stood up, turned around to face kay once again and spoke her main piece.

"Yes, Ma'am. Now Amelia says she would like to kiss me all over and make me cum again. Twice." Katie blushed as she obeyed her orders, humiliating herself. What will happen if Amelia's mum is disgusted at me, she wondered. But surely I wouldn't have been sent here if that would be the outcome. She doesn't seem at all perturbed, neither by the sight of me nor what I have been saying. Okay, here we go.

"I beg your permission to submit to Amelia's tongue, Ma'am." she squeaked.

"All over, Katie? Where exactly does Amelia intend to kiss you?"

"Ohhhh, Ma'am." This is sooo embarrassing. "She specifically mentioned that she wants to lick and kiss my nipples and breasts. She seems to like my piercing. She also said she wants to lick my... uh, my... pussy, and my anus and all over my ass, and she wants to keep doing it till I cum."

"Goodness!" Kay affected surprise. "And do you want her to do this to you, or is she forcing it upon you? Be honest now, Katie, for your response will guide mine."

"Thank you, Ma'am. In fact, yes, I really want her to do that. I think if she doesn't, I will cry."

Jackpot!

"Then you have my permission to submit to my daughter, Katie. I hope you will both gain a lot of pleasure from it." I know I would - my god, just look at that fanny, it's dripping. I'd love to have a go at it myself.

"Thank you so much, Ma'am. Amelia ordered me to ask one more thing, but in fact, I don't need ordering. I would like to invite you to come and watch."

Has she been holding a saucer and a cup of tea, Kay would likely have dropped both. This was unexpected. She had enjoyed the game so far, witnessing her daughter's friend debasing herself, naked in front of her, showing off her considerable charms and begging permission to be ravished, but now, asking Kay to witness her daughter performing these sapphic delights on the beautiful girl, well...

"Are you sure, Katie? You are asking me to come and watch my daughter worship your body with her tongue and to lick you in every secret recess? I'm trying to work out if you are just floating on a high right now, or if you are making a lifestyle choice. You probably don't know the answer to that yourself yet, so I am going to thank you for your kind invitation and say no, not this time, in case you later regret having me there."

She paused to let this sink in, then, "What I would say though is that if you should ever come back for a second such adventure with Amelia, then I would be very pleased to attend if you would let me. And if, as you claim, you enjoyed your spanking just now and would like more of the same, I would be more than pleased to be witness to you receiving it."

And as an afterthought, "Did Amelia spank you with just her hand, or did she use any other instrument?"

"No, it was just with her hand. What other way is there for a girl to be spanked, Ma'am?"

"My dear Katie, there are so many instruments of correction beyond the hand. What a delightful girl you are not to know that. I rather have a feeling that if you return here for further correction, and I certainly hope you will, you will find yourself on a wonderful road to discovery, because clearly, if you choose to submit once more to corporal punishment, you would be willing to expand your knowledge and experience in these matters, and I can assure you, that is exactly what would happen. I would make sure of it!"

Katie wasn't sure if she was pleased or not at Kay's refusal to join her in the bedroom, but pictures were already forming in her head of her next visit to this house. She already knew this would not be the last time. She could feel liquid heat in her pussy and excused herself so she could rush to her assignment with Amelia's tongue.

* * *

It only took a week. Kay was doing some housework and Amelia was out at her part-time job when the house phone rang.

"Hello, Kay speaking." she purred. Not many people called the house in these times of mobiles, and Kay knew it could only be a personal call, not business.

"Oh, uh, hello? Ma'am? This is Katie. I was looking for Amelia but she isn't answering her mobile. Is she at home?" She sounded nervous, her voice scratchy.

"Well, hello, Katie. How nice to hear your voice. I'm afraid Amelia is out until late afternoon. Is there something I can help you with?" Smiling down the phone.

"I, uh, oh, yes, maybe. Amelia told me to speak with you if she wasn't available, so I guess yes, maybe there is." Definitely getting more nervous.

"Well, how lovely, Katie. You know you can tell me anything, don't you. There needn't be any secrets or embarrassment between you and me, not now, so what is it you would like me to do for you?" Easing it out of the girl.

"Yes, right, that's right. Well, it's about my friend, Georgina. The one who got sunburned if you remember? I saw her yesterday and she was looking pretty terrible. The sunburn made her skin peel and she has pink and brown patches all over her face. We passed in the street and when she saw me, she nearly burst into tears. I know we fell out, but I still care for her. I felt so awful, knowing it is all my fault. She stopped long enough to tell me she hopes one day I get to suffer as much as she has." Katie paused, breathing audibly down the phone and Kay could hear the catch in her breath as she continued.

"That's what I'm calling about. I feel so guilty, and I could barely sleep last night. Then I remembered you telling me that there are things other than the hand that can be used to punish a girl. I expect they would cause more pain than just a hand spanking. Would it be alright, Ma'am, if I could come back to your house to hear more about that. I think maybe I need to find out first-hand what you were talking about?"

Kay, in her mind, danced around the room, singing and leaping up, kicking her heels. Coming back to reality, she took a moment to gather her thoughts.

"Ye-es, Katie. Are you sure though? Do you remember that you promised to invite me to join you if you wanted to come back for another round of correction? What Amelia did for you was more between friends, but a return visit would be more serious, and in fact I would have to take charge. Amelia doesn't have enough experience, yet. Would that sit well with you?"

There was a long pause, and Kay waited patiently as Katie considered what she had heard. All I asked for was a discussion, but Kay seemed to have taken it a step further, assuming that I want another beating, a more testing one, and not from Amelia but from her very attractive mother. Is that what I expected all along? Is that what I want? Why did I phone the house if Amelia wasn't answering her phone. I knew I would be speaking with Kay. Why do I keep calling her Ma'am?

Finally, after clearing her throat, she responded.

"Yes, Ma'am. That would be fine. Thank you." Sounding more positive now. A decision made after the turmoil of wavering emotions and choices. Truth be told, as soon as Katie spoke the fateful words, she felt a lifting of her spirits, anticipation for the action to begin.

"Good. Thank you for your trust, Katie. Why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon? Stay for supper. Stay overnight if you like. I'm sure Amelia wouldn't mind sharing her room with you."

"That sounds lovely, Ma'am. Thank you. Is there anything you would like me to prepare before I come over?"

"Well, you could bring a bottle of wine to savour through the evening. Come at four o'clock." Making light of her background thought that tomorrow she expected to be taking a leather paddle to the girl's naked bottom.

Kay was very pleased. She knew Amelia would be too. She looked forward to giving her the news when she got home.

"Really, mum? She called and asked you to give her a harder spanking than she got last time? Wow! I haven't seen or heard from her since last week. I wondered if she regretted what she did and had cut me off. Now, it seems, she must have loved it."

"Yes, dear, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. She actually asked if she could just come and talk about it. It was I who mooted that it was a foregone conclusion that she would end up with a red bottom again, and when I did, it took her quite a bit of thinking to say yes. So, there will be no forcing the issue. It will be up to her to request that I spank her. Slowly, slowly, catchee... girlie, as the expression goes. I intend to show her the only three implements I have for this purpose, none of them terribly serious in fact."

"I didn't know you had any at all, mum. You haven't ever spanked me with more than your hand, and that was a while ago."

"Yes, well, a girl has to have some secrets you know." Amelia's mother looked at her fondly. "And she has to be discreet too, with an unruly teenager living under the same roof. You would probably have strangled me if I had given you more than a slap on the bottom." She shuddered theatrically at the thought.

"However, I'm sure you remember my friend, Sophia, the one who went off to Australia with her daughter, Olivia? Well, she and I used to have some fun times together and I kept some of our toys as souvenirs, not expecting to have much more use for them. It turns out I may have been mistaken. We will find out tomorrow."

Four o'clock came, and went. Amelia and Kay were in the living room when the clock chimed.

"She's late." Amelia knew that it was foolish to point that out. Her mother glared at her.

"Yes, she is. She is probably outside the door, terrified of what may happen to her if she rings the bell. Be patient. She is the one who volunteered to be here. She will be."

Five more minutes passed and Amelia jumped up and strode to the front door. She opened it and there stood Katie.

"Oh! Hello Amelia. I know I'm a bit late. I've been standing here for ten minutes now, trying to build up my courage to ring your bell."

Amelia beamed a welcome and held out her arms to encourage her friend. "That's okay, Katie. We guessed you would be nervous. There's really no need. Please come in when you are ready." She turned and walked back into the house, leaving the door open and Katie on the step.

After another moment of hesitation, Katie followed her, closed the door behind her, stifling a squeak of terror at the commitment she had just made, removed her shoes and made her way to the living room. she stood in the doorway and looked fearfully at her two hostesses.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. Thank you for allowing me to come back to your house. Hi Amelia, nice to see you again." she stammered, holding her beret in her hands in front of her in a bearing of supplication.

Kay took charge immediately, welcoming Katie to the house and saying how nice it was to see her too. No mention of the reason for her visit was made and Amelia brought through a tray with tea and a variety of goodies to eat from the kitchen. They all took a seat and chatted about the doings of the week in an attempt to lighten the charged atmosphere. Everyone knew what was truly cooking.

After a fraught ten minutes of pretence, the topic of the day was introduced.

"So, Katie, you say your friend's sunburn is now making her very uncomfortable? Her skin is peeling off and her face is bright red? Is that right?" Kay tried to stifle her mirth.

"Yes, that's what it looked like when I saw her. Lots of shiny pink patches. I feel dreadful about that. Normally, she is gorgeous Georgina, but right now she looks like a polka dot gorgon, and it's my fault!" Katie's voice rose an octave.

"Well, we have already decided what must be done to assuage your feelings of guilt, Katie. And to that effect, I would like to hear your request once again." Kay was in dominatrix mode, and her voice reflected it, even if her heart was fluttering, wondering if the girl really meant to submit to her.

Katie had spent much of the night before working on her feelings on this, and had her speech prepared, as she imagined she was expected to have. Looking first at Amelia, who was perched on the edge of her chair, and then at Kay who appeared to be quite relaxed into hers, she spoke.

"Last week, I asked Amelia to give me a spanking to make up for the one I did not get from Georgina. Amelia was kind enough to administer it. It was the first time ever that I have received that kind of punishment, and as you both know already, I found the sensation to my liking. Yes, it hurt, and I felt that I had been well punished. But, it also stirred up desires in me that I would like to repeat, and perhaps build upon. Therefore, I beg you, Ma'am, and Amelia, to punish me again, but harder this time, because I truly want to explore this new road that I am on."

Amelia was astounded. Gone was the notion that there would be a gentle fireside chat about instruments of correction. Katie was going straight for it. She wanted punishment and it had better be more demanding than last time. Yesss! Great! She stood up, cleared away the tea tray and began to draw the curtains against the setting of the sun. Evening was closing in on them and the game was afoot.

Kay also stood up and went to the far corner of the room, returning with a different tray. One that held three very different items on it. She laid them on the table between them and they all leant forward to inspect what Kay had brought.

The first was a black leather paddle, about the shape and size of a table tennis bat. Kay picked it up and slapped her palm with it. A loud crack filled the room.

"This, Katie, is a lightweight paddle. It is used to spank the bottoms of submissive boys and girls who deserve to be punished. It is made of leather, and has two identical sides which are separate from each other. When the paddle strikes, the lower side strikes the buttocks, followed by the upper side clapping onto the lower side. It causes a loud crack, but is, in fact, not a heavy instrument, and is not designed to hurt the supplicant too much. It is more for pantomime than pain. It does, however, sting sufficiently for the recipient to be well aware that they are being struck. There is no limit to the number of strikes, as the buttocks are seldom bruised through the use of this implement. It serves to stimulate a desire for harsher instruments, usually from both the giver and the receiver."

Kay handed the paddle to Katie, who looked most thoughtful as she handled it. A few experimental slaps on her hand, and another few on her thigh, clad once again in leggings below her mini skirt. She felt the accuracy of Kay's description, as the noise far eclipsed any sensation of pain. This is an instrument I could easily tolerate, she thought. She handed it back to Kay with an appreciative smile and her gaze fell on the second item on the tray.

A whip, with a grip handle for one hand and about a dozen tails of black leather around two feet long. Each strand about three times wider than it was thick. Kay picked this one up and gave Katie a challenging look.

"This one hurts more, Katie. Of course it all depends on where, and how hard the person wielding the whip strikes her victim, so it can be used sparingly or it can deliver a somewhat harsher thrashing. However, the thongs are made from lightweight leather so they don't leave serious or long-lasting marks on the skin." She twirled the lashes through the air and brought them down gently on her own palm. The multiple cracks of the lashes arriving at their destination spread through the room, followed by a silence.

Oh, my god. She means to whip me with that. Where? On my ass, of course. Back? Tits? Pussy? Thighs? Ohhhh, god yes. I hope so.

Katie just gawped, unable to mouth her thoughts, but her eyes told Kay that she was doing very well, right now.

"The third item is what might be called a training crop, Katie. As you can see, it is about two and a half feet long and at the end are half a dozen two-inch strands of string. This, when applied accurately, generates an exquisite sting, from the encased nylon interior when the single shaft strikes the recipient, normally a horse, but often enough a naughty girl, and also from the cords at the end which are travelling at quite a speed when they meet the skin. Clear lines are drawn across the skin from each strike and are easily counted. The minimum number of strikes from this instrument would be twenty-four." Kay picked it up and swished it several times, making a whooshing sound as it cut through the air. Then, with two final, faster, louder swishes, she placed it back on the tray.