Amelia. Part 3
Katie meets Mistress Evelyn.
"Oh, lord, Amelia. My ass is burning hot. Your mother really knows how to lay it on when she's asked to."
The two girls were in Amelia's room, recovering from their afternoon punishment session with Kay. Katie hadn't been satisfied with her first round of experimental submission to Kay's three instruments of discipline. The leather paddle had warmed her up nicely, turning her tanned backside a lovely deep shade of red, but as Kay had explained, it served more as a teaser than a punisher and Katie was more than ready to take her twenty-four strokes from the training crop.
Kay was too gentle with Katie's virgin bottom and barely left any marks at all with this instrument and this had left Katie deeply frustrated.
"Mistress, thank you for whipping me with the crop. May I make a request though?" Katie had asked.
"Certainly, my dear. What would you like me to do for you?" Kay had been holding back, wanting to reel Katie in slowly. Always leave them wanting more, she thought.
"Please would you give me another twenty-four strokes with the crop, but please make them harder. I know I can take it and I want to carry the stripes of my punishment on my ass for a few days. I want to feel that you are truly punishing me, not just playing." It was a brave request and Katie knew that she was verging on insulting her 'Mistress' by suggesting that she was not being... what? Cruel enough? Dominating enough? A proper punisher?
"That's fine, Katie." Kay reassured her. "I didn't want to scare you as this is your first experience, but I will happily raise the tempo if you believe that is what you want. How's this?" and she sliced the crop through the air, striking Katie's raised buttocks squarely across both sides. The whoosh and the crack were considerably louder than before, than when Amelia had taken her strokes, and Katie let out a howl of surprise and pain.
"Owwwww! Godddd!" Katie lapsed into a long silence as she absorbed the pain, and the idea that she could have another twenty-three strokes just like that. God it stings. That's bloody sore! But even as those thoughts went through her, the pain lessened and a fiery heat began to flow through her.
"Thank you, Mistress. That's perfect. Please continue my punishment." What the fuck am I saying? This is agony. It's what I asked for. Punishment. I'm going to tell Georgina about this. I'm paying my moral debt to her and she should know.
"Aaaagghhhh! Thank you Mistress. Please give me another stroke." I'm going to show Georgina the stripes. That should prove to her how much I value her friendship and what I'm prepared to go through to make it up to her.
"Ngggghh! Thank you Mistress." I'm getting used to this now. It stings like buggery and the fire is feeding on itself and I want it to burn. My god it's making me horny. "Please give me another one."
And so the punishment progressed until Katie had twenty-four livid stripes across her bottom, not that they could be individually counted as several crossed over previous strikes. These marks will last a week at least, Kay estimated. It had been a while since she had brandished her crop and had forgotten how long the thin red lines remained after a decent whipping.
"It's isn't over yet, Katie!" Kay showed her supplicant the multi-thonged whip. Katie looked at it through teary eyes and remembered how Kay had made the thongs kiss Amelia's pussy. She knew that stimulation like that would tip her over the edge and into orgasm. Her pussy was so aroused right now, with the pain and the nakedness and the submission, humiliation and the deep desire to be thrashed Her clitoris was swollen and peeking out from its protective hood.
"Yes, please Mistress. Please whip me." If she hits my clit, I'm going to explode. And indeed, after just six gentle lashes on her gaping cunt, Katie screamed, moaned and collapsed into the chair as her orgasm overtook her. Both Kay and Amelia held her as she shuddered in pulsating disorder and slowly, very slowly, she returned to her surroundings.
"I think you two girls should have a shower and take a rest before dinner." Kay announced as Amelia comforted her friend. "Punishment is concluded."
Kay took away the whip, paddle and crop and put them in her room to be cleaned and laid away later. Then she went to the kitchen to finish her preparations for dinner as Amelia led Katie to the bathroom to help her in the shower.
And now, as Amelia stroked her friend's hair as they lay together on her bed, they fell into a drowsy sleep.
It didn't last long, however, as the front doorbell woke them half an hour later. Amelia roused herself and started to dress. That didn't take long either as there wasn't much to put on. A loose skirt and a top. No need for underwear. Katie followed suit and they wandered through to the living room, so recently the scene of their submission but now returned to normal.
"Well, girls. Look who's come to pay us a visit!" Kay rose to welcome them back. Amelia wasn't overly surprised. It was Evelyn, seated comfortable on the sofa.
"Oh, hello. What a pleasant surprise! How nice to see you, Evelyn." Amelia only used the 'Mistress' address during her visits to Evelyn's chamber. "May I introduce you to my friend, Katie? We went to school together."
Evelyn regarded the pair of girls with a knowing smile. The flush of sleep did not disguise the flush of recent orgasms. She stood and approached Katie with her hand extended.
"How lovely to meet you, Katie. I have just been hearing a little about you from Kay. It's always a pleasure to meet a kindred spirit. A sun worshiper, that is - of course. I understand you are recently returned from a holiday in the Mediterranean. What a beautiful tan you have, and on such a beautiful girl." She completed the flattery. Evelyn's eye roamed over the gorgeous body of the young woman before her as she shook her hand. A good strong grip, she noted with approval.
Katie's flush deepened as she looked up at this lovely woman. "Thank you, Evelyn. It's a pleasure to meet you too. I confess I have heard a little about you too." Katie left unsaid what she had heard. Amelia's Mistress. Caning. Twenty-four strokes. Her ass tingled still from the stimulation of the crop and yet her mind was already working on a different scenario. This Evelyn woman is exactly as I had pictured her. Tall, strikingly good-looking, confident, with a twinkle of humour in her eye as she makes her words dance with inuendo. Oh god, she's magnificent, and I'm blushing.
"Well, I hope what you've heard doesn't scare you, Katie." The twinkle in the eye definitely there as Katie blushed even more deeply.