Ann Ch 14

Pain! I was in pain!

It was my first thought that morning.

I was squeezed in between Jen and Rosie, with my breasts pressed up against Rosie's ditto. And that hurt. I had a little room to maneuver, and I turned around to lie on my back, hoping I didn't wake up my girlfriends. That made my bum hurt, but it wasn't as bad as my breasts. I had an arm free, and I felt all over my boobs to find the place that gave me the most pain. My nipples were sore, but only to the touch. They felt a little bit harder than usual, and it struck me that with the abuse from Rosie's fingers last night, they were probably swollen. Not much, but to me, it was noticeable. The most pain came from the welts over my breasts. The cane had struck me four times there, four stripes equally spaced. The last stroke had been significantly harder, as it was Jen's answer to my bratty remark. And that welt caused the most pain. I could bear the pain; it wasn't over the top, but it was a constant reminder of an evening with good food, nice and lovely girlfriends, and - a caning.

Rosie moved in her sleep, and I got hold of my other arm. I caressed my boobs and let my fingers rest on my welts. The thought of the cane made me wet.

I had been caned!

That was one of my fantasies, and it had been a fantastic experience to realize that it was exactly as I had anticipated. The last stroke - the real punishment - had been Ok too, though it had been hard to endure, and if all fourteen strokes had been as hard as that, I probably would have broken into tears, yelling, and having a severe case of wanting out. It reminded me of a phrase I had read on the web during the winter:

'It is not bondage until you want out.' That may apply to a punishment, too.

The thought of being bound and forced to endure strokes as hard as the last one I'd got made me warm and wet, but was it what I wanted? I did not know, but now I knew that caning, in general, was just up my alley. I smiled out in the dawn. It was much too early to rise, and as I had been up very early the day before, I closed my eyes and fell asleep again.

"Honey..., Honey..., Wake up Hon!"

Jenny took hold of my shoulder and shook me lightly. I yawned and stretched. That made my boobs hurt, and I got fully awake in that moment.

"What time is it?"

"Half past eight, sleepyhead."

"I was awake at dawn. Should I have woken you up and called both of you sleepyheads?"

"Point taken, and thanks that you didn't. We are hungry, let's have breakfast."

I turned my head; Rosie was still in bed, smiling at me with those blue eyes.

"Thanks for everything yesterday, the swimming lessons... and the caning."

"You are welcome; it was my pleasure. And thanks for the dinner - and your company. How are you?"

"Sore, but in a good way."

"Stay there, we'll fix the breakfast. Wait a second."

Jenny left the bedroom and returned with a jar of something and a rubber glove. She donned the glove, spread a glob of a yellow-white substance over my breasts, and rubbed it into the skin with a gentle touch. She spread a towel over the bed and put two pillows in a stack.

"Lie there on your stomach so you don't lie on your boobs."

I did, and she rubbed my sore ass with the lotion.

"Five minutes and you can rise. Let it soak in. We'll call."

"What should I do without you? Besides that, without you, I wouldn't have been caned. I liked it, but I don't think we should do it every day."

"Well, that is up to you. Behave, or..."

I gasped. Jenny smiled at me:

"Relax, even if you decide to be a menace today, I wouldn't cane you. There are other ways..."

"Well, thank you, Mistress, I guess."

Jenny pulled the glove off her hand inside out and stretched it. She let the end go, and the glove hit Rosie's nipple. She gave a sound of surprise.

"Ouch, Mistress. Yes, I'll help with the breakfast."

"Then let's go. Ann, you lovely creature, rest a bit."

I lay there, enjoying the sounds from the kitchen: The freezer door, the microwave oven, a kiss, and the sound of setting the table. My boobs and buttocks felt better, and when I heard the grinder in the coffeemaker for the third time, I rose and joined the girls in the kitchen. There was a towel ready over the cushion on my seat. I went to the bathroom first and watched my reflection in the mirror. I had four welts over my breasts, red as a fire engine. One of the welts was darker and wider, indicating the brute force in the stroke. That one would probably last forever. No swimming next weekend. What about the gym on Wednesday? I turned around and tried to see my ass. It had red stripes, and there was no doubt of what had happened. I let my fingers run over it, and it was still sticky. I washed my hands and applied the lash serum with difficulty. As I watched myself in the mirror, I tried to imagine how I would look with a septum ring. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I decided to get familiar with the idea, as it might happen if Jen decided to give me one. I was ready for breakfast, and as I joined the girls in the kitchen, they smiled at me.

"Good morning, girlfriends. Thanks for your care, it is not hurting so bad anymore."

I sat on my chair and realized that it still hurt:

"I take that back. But it is bearable."

"Isn't that the best with a caning? You suffer for days, and every time you move, your body reminds you of it."

Rosie took my hand and squeezed it.

"Yes, it's not so pleasant at the moment, but I guess it will be better."

"There's a little bit of lidocaine in the lotion, the rest is skin care. It should work by now or at least in a few minutes."

"Thank You, Mistress. It's not that bad. And the thought of the caning compensates fully for the rest. That's been a fantasy of mine for months."

"I think we've got another pain slut here. But don't focus too much on that; BDSM is much more."

"I won't, Mistress. You know my promise to myself: I want to try everything twice. And yes, I know: I need to be patient. I can wait."

"Good girl. Now, we need to find out what to do today. We'll have dinner at Ruth and Sofia. Rosie and I want to run in the afternoon, let's say at three o'clock. That gives us about six hours to everything else. I want to clean up a bit. Do we need any shopping for lunch, Ann?"

"No, we've got leftovers. Let's make a hash out of it. We have eggs, and I can freeze the bacon I had planned for breakfast yesterday. Let's have it next Saturday. I had planned to clean the apartment this Thursday, but somehow Rosie and I were stuck together with a chain."

"And how was that? Apart from troublesome?"

Rosie took my hand:

"I think we liked it, both of us. Sex was awkward, but the chain was ok for a sixtyniner."

I wanted to give my opinion too:

"It has never struck my mind that I could be chained to another girl, but it led to a great lot of kissing and fondling. It was perfect. Thank You, Mistress."

"Today will be cleaning without a chain. We haven't got all day; let's watch a movie too. We haven't seen the last one in the series. I'll do the dusting."

"I'll put my sewing stuff away in the office, and I'll tidy up the bedroom."

"Then give me the bathroom and the kitchen. The latter is a quick one; I took a lot after cooking yesterday."

"Then the first one finished wins the vacuuming."

"As you wish, Mistress."

As we took our pills, I told the girl that according to the original plan, my body would begin my period that day or the next, but I hadn't felt any signs of it yet. I got a hug from each and quite a few kisses. As we stood, brushing our teeth, I heard a faint gagging sound from Rosie. It wasn't loud, and Jen didn't notice, but I made eye contact with Rosie in the mirror, and we smiled at each other. I had managed to massage my palate without gagging, but I was careful not to overdo things. One day, we would be able to deepthroat that big double dildo to surprise Jen.

We helped each other tidy up after breakfast, and soon, I was on my knees, scrubbing the bathroom floor again. I had donned my black scrunchie to hold my hair away from my face. Jenny stuck her head through the doorway:

"You're really thorough, Ann. Usually, we just wash it over."

"I've noticed. This way is better, but you need a dedicated slave to do it."

"Seems that we've got one here. Good work, Ann. Next time, you can wash it over. And bravo for the scrunchie."

"Thank You, Mistress."

Jenny won the vacuuming, and within an hour, we had finished everything.

"Shower time."

Jen called out. I had done the floor in the kitchen and had a few things to put away.

"I'll be there in a minute. Just begin without me."

In this way, they could have some Jen/Rosie time.

When I joined the girls in the bathroom, they made room for me in the shower. Jen reached for the shower knob:

"Let me adjust the temperature."

I reached my hand out and felt the water.

"No, it's fine and hot."

I stepped into the shower and let the hot water run down my back. I yelled out in surprise and spun around to get the hot water away from my hurting ass. That made it hit my boobs, and with the same result: Heavy pain, and this time it wasn't just my welts, my nipples hurt too. I stepped backward and got out of the shower, squeezing Rosie against the wall in the movement. After the initial shock, I couldn't help laughing.

"I didn't hear it as a warning, but gee, that hurt. Even more than the caning."

"Probably not as much as the caning, but you were unprepared."

Jen always had an explanation:

"The first couple of strokes yesterday was a test. They were not hard, but I wanted to see how you took it. As you got aroused, your body chemistry took over, producing adrenaline and endorphins. That takes a good part of the pain and makes you slightly euphoric, too. I know that it was a short warmup yesterday, but it worked. The one you got last week was longer and better, and the beating was not too harsh. But now, in the shower, you had no endorphins to protect you. That's why you felt the pain worse than yesterday."

"Thanks for the explanation, now I know that warm-up is a good thing, and let me guess: A real punishment doesn't include a warmup?"

"No, usually not, but it depends. Perhaps you will get it the first couple of times. If you deserve a punishment, you'll get the real thing. I seldom give hard punishments; it is usually funishments. Let me find you masturbating without permission, and you'll find out how the real thing is."

"I have not missed my masturbation. I have had more and better orgasms over the last two weeks than I am used to. But wait - Rosie, you had a hot shower Monday morning with me, and you were caned the evening before. Didn't that hurt?"

"Oh, yes, it did. Jenny told me not to show it. Although I am a pain slut, it is not a pain I can use much, but the idea that I cannot avoid it is ok. It may sound strange."

Jenny had got the water a bit colder, and we showered together. Afterward, we dried each other's hair, and I remembered my ear cleaning and lash treatment. When we were dry and ready for the rest of that Sunday, Jen told us to stand facing each other in the living room.

"Now, kneel. Hands cuffed in the back, and you are blindfolded."

We knelt, and I closed my eyes and held my hands in the back. Jenny left the room and returned a minute later. She did something with Rosie, then turned to me and locked my collar around my neck. She did something with the ring for the leash in front of my collar, and I heard a lock snap closed. Then I heard another click at Rosie's collar, and Jen spoke:

"Hands uncuffed, and you can see again."

I opened my eyes. Rosie did the same about a foot and a half away. We looked at each other; then our eyes found the item locked between our collars. It wasn't a chain this time; it was a shiny iron rod, perhaps half an inch thick, and locked between our collars.

"Stand up, girls."

We rose, and the rod was unforgivingly rigid. Rosie reached out and held my hands. I wanted to hug her, but I couldn't get near enough because of the rod. I turned my collar as much as possible to get the anchor point as far back as possible. Rosie saw the idea and did the same. We could get so close to each other that our tits touched, but we needed another four inches before we could kiss. It was impossible - no matter what we tried, we couldn't kiss each other, and in vain, I tried to reach her nipples with my mouth, but with the same result. We could stare into each other's eyes, but we could touch with our hands only. And with just one sentence, Jenny made that impossible:

"Your hands are not allowed to touch your friend."

All we could do was smile at each other.

"Awww, Mistress, this is an evil idea."

I nodded, totally agreeing with Rosie:

"I liked the chain better; this is like chastity for kisses."

"It is. Just an idea I got. Let me take a pic for the girls."

Jenny held her phone up and took a few pics from different angles. Then she stepped closer, and we found that each of us could kiss her on her cheeks at the same time. She turned her head so we could give her a deep tongue kiss, one at a time.

"The couch is yours; I take the recliner and the remote. Anyone for flapjacks?

We agreed and sat on the couch. We couldn't even bring our shoulders together. I felt like I was sitting all alone, even though when Rosie moved a bit, my neck had to follow her movement. We leaned forward to get the plate with cake, and we sat back, all in unison. Jenny smiled and took another pic. Then she worked on her phone, apparently sending the pics to the girls. Then she made us a cup of coffee and turned the TV set on. The last part of 'The Hunger Games' kept our minds busy, but still, I missed cuddling up to someone, kissing a hand here and there, and toying with the tits and nipples within reach. At some point, Rosie rubbed her foot against mine. It wasn't against the rules, so Jenny said nothing, though I saw she had noticed. For the rest of the movie, we rubbed feet.

After the movie, Jenny told us to go to bed. It was not as difficult as I had anticipated, but still, we had to coordinate our movements and be aware that we didn't pull each other out of balance. It would have been better if we were allowed to touch each other, but finally, we lay on the bed, facing each other. I was so close to the face I wanted to kiss all over, especially those pouty lips. I liked the steel rod in its unyielding way to tease and deny. Jenny had a devilish mind and didn't refrain from letting us know that she had a full bag of orgasms, and we had none. I liked that.

"I wonder if you could sleep that way. What do you think?"

"No, Mistress." Rosie said. "A small movement in the wrong direction and the collar might sit askew and be a danger. The idea is fine, but not for sleeping, please."

"That's what I thought. You can test it in the kitchen, too. We need some lunch, and you may touch each other to keep the balance and such."

We climbed out of bed again, which was more difficult than getting in. As we stood beside the bed, Rosie got this wicked smile.

"Balance and such. I think that this goes in the category 'such'."

And then she cupped my breasts with her hands. Jenny might have expected something like that because, within a few seconds, she had slapped Rosie's butt with a flat hand, I was glad that I wasn't the bratty sub here because my striped ass gave me pain enough when I moved around and sat on it or was touched. I did not want to find out how painful it would be if I were slapped that way.

"Okay, okay, Mistress. No support for balance from the most obvious handles in sight."

She earned a slap on the other buttock for that remark.

"Thank You, Mistress. Let's go to the kitchen, Ann. Our Mistress is impossible to argue with today."

Jenny hugged me:

"Yes, do that, girls. I am hungry and do not want to run with a full stomach."

Then she hugged Rosie, and right after the hug, she grabbed her nipples with the nails of three fingers on each. She might have given a tight squeeze because Rosie howled.

"Please, please, Mistress."

"Impossible to argue with?"

"Nonono, it is ok. I love You, and You are always right. Please let me go and help Ann."

"Yes, do that."

In the kitchen, we had to work side by side. It was not a problem when I cut the lamb chops into small pieces; Rosie did the same with the potatoes, but with only one apron, I fried the leftovers in a pan and some eggs in another while Rosie quickly took cover behind me as the first hot grease stains hit her.

"I have considered asking Jenny to forbid me to use an apron. I want to suffer in my slavery."

"That might be considered topping. And once you have asked, there is no way back, at least for a while. Plus, it is a matter of safety; what if you spill some boiling water?"

"Then it will probably hit my feet. They are unprotected. But anyway, I have never had shoes on when I cooked at home, so that's a theoretical issue. I think the best solution is not to spill boiling water. But you are right. I'll keep this as a fantasy."

"And I need to find some fabric for another apron. I am thinking that pink might be the color?"

"Oh, please, not too girly."

"I just love to sew ruffles and frills. You should be thankful."

I sighed:

"Do what you want, Miss. I know that I have no say here."

"How right you are."

The hash was ready, and we filled three plates with a fried egg on the top. When we set the table, we realized eating with the steel rod connecting us would be very awkward. We were lucky because Jen had thought the same and came with the key to release us.

"Thank You, Mistress. It was a nice experience. We shall not take a hug and a kiss for granted."

"You're right, Ann. You are free now; do as you want."

I turned to Rosie, and we exchanged all the hugs and kisses we had missed the last three hours. Then we turned to Jenny and showered her with love.

"The food is getting cold, girls."

We giggled and sat at the table.

"How is your butt?"

Jenny looked me into my eyes. Concerned? At least caring. I knew that 'Fine' wasn't the answer.

"It is better than I had expected, Mistress. It is sore to the touch and when I sit, but it is not bad. It is a good reminder of a caning that I liked. However, it is sensitive in a strange way; it feels almost numb, but gentle touches feel like tickling. It is hard to describe."

Rosie shared her wisdom:

"I know what you mean. It is quite normal, and I find it strange in a nice way, too."

Rosie knew what she was talking about. With her bratty attitude, she must have been caned a lot.

Jenny took a bite.

"This is good. I loved the dinner last night and I've never had leftovers better than this."

She reached out and caressed my cheek. I leaned into her hand, just like a kitten would do. She continued:

"It is not normal to cane people, and people don't talk about it afterward. If that were the case, the state your bum is in would have a name. Post-caning sensitivity doesn't sound like an everyday thing."

"Everyday thing, Mistress? I couldn't stand being caned again today!"

Jenny smiled at me:

"Then behave. It's your decision. Of course, I wouldn't cane you unless it would be a real punishment. Yesterday was a funishment."

"It is hard to tell the difference. It felt like a punishment."

"You will know it when you get a real punishment. You will know you have sinned and you will be sorry for that. Not pretend-to-be like yesterday. I will not overstep your limits in punishments, and I'll care for you as I always will. But I might not be so kind, letting you catch your breath between the strokes. I will NOT crank up the volume until you use your safeword. To me, the safeword popped because of pain would mean that I have lost, that I have used more power than you have given me. I want you to love me, even right after a punishment."