The shower Monday morning wasn't as painful as the one I got Sunday morning. My stripes were not so tender anymore, and my nipples were almost back to normal. My body still didn't show any sign of an upcoming period, so I sighed in relief as we took our pills, as a monthly troublesome week was now something in the past.
Rosie still had her breasts covered in tiny red dots, and she didn't find hot water amusing that morning. It was strange, but I felt envy looking at her. I wanted breasts like that too. My turn would come, I was sure, so I didn't mention it.
Jenny was back to a week with early hours at work, so we were busy having breakfast and getting her ready for work. She brought two handfuls of clothes from the office, and I recognized the not-so-baggy jeans from last week and one of my old oversized shirts.
"Thanks a lot, Mistress. I need to tell You that this Thursday I'm going to our local shop. I would prefer to wear our teamwear."
"And that you will. I decide solely what you are wearing, but if circumstances demand it, I'm happy to decide the same as you need. And remember: The scrunchie is your own choice. Yet!"
"Thank You, Mistress."
The shirt would cover everything, but I chose to wear my necklace to Jen's approval. She smiled at me when I closed the thin silver chain around my neck, and to show that I appreciated the double symbolism of the whale tail pendant, I unbuttoned my jeans and held my shirt up. Then I bent over, showing my thong in a perfect whale tail. I felt a hand on my buttocks and straightened my legs fully, pressing against the hand. Then another hand showed up on my buttocks and I stood there, letting both my girlfriends fondle me. All good things come to an end, and this ended with two slaps.
"Thank You, Mistress and Miss."
We hugged Jenny goodbye and had half an hour before we had to leave for work ourselves. We cleared the kitchen and spent the rest of the time on the couch, talking.
"How are your stripes today?"
"Fine, thanks. I can still feel them when I sit. My labia are almost good, I think. I haven't touched them recently."
We giggled. Of course, I hadn't touched my labia as it was forbidden.
"Do you want me to touch? Just to be sure that they are ok?"
I nodded yes. It was a good excuse to get fondled a bit, and I was a bit curious about how my labia felt, as I needed some experience in what impact the different spankings would have on my body. I unbuttoned my jeans again and pulled them to my ankles. I sat again, with my knees spread, and Rosie pulled my thong to the side and let her fingers slide over my labia. It was OK, and when she pinched them slightly, I revealed my judgment:
"Not much tender and only a little sensitive. I hope they're back to normal this evening."
I am glad to hear. Last weekend, my clit and labia were tender for days."
"Now I had tried to have my labia slapped, I would like to try it the harsh way, you had last week. I am not sure I want my clit being hit, but I expect Jen to go easy the first time."
"She probably will, but that depends. Try to touch it without permission, then you'll probably learn how it feels."
"I've no intention of doing that. As long as we have sex as often and as good as it is now, I don't need to touch anything down there."
"Never say never. I guess that Jen will challenge you from time to time. What if we teased you like last Saturday: All the girls edging you over and over again? What if we then left you with your hands free, and you knew you were alone in the room?"
"That day I would have masturbated like I never had before, but this week with you has taught me a lot. I might even want to be challenged."
"Be careful what you wish for..."
"I know."
We kissed and got ready to leave for work. I had made sandwiches for both of us, and we each got a small plastic bag with peeled carrots. The weather forecast was partly correct, so I donned my rain gear and we went out in the drizzle.
At work, I got a good morning hug from Jeannette. This time I was prepared and hugged back the best I could, like Bimbo hugged, almost embracing Jeannette with the whole of my body. She looked surprised at me:
"Whohohoa! Someone has had a good weekend and has learned to relax!"
She let me go and we found our seats. As I sat, my tender butt reminded me of the caning Saturday. It wasn't bad; I had been able to ride my bicycle without problems.
I surely had a good weekend. We hit the town Friday, Rosie and me. Eating at Antonio's again, coffee in a cafe, and drinking and dancing somewhere else."
"Antonio's?" Where is that? You mentioned another restaurant last week."
Dang. Caught in a lie. I wasn't open to Jeannette that day, and I told her about another restaurant I had visited with my parents.
"I feared you would try their food on a day we were there. I wasn't out of the closet then. The girls call it Antonio's because the owner is Antonio. Well, and Fred too."
I took my phone and looked it up on a map app and told Jeannette the correct name of the restaurant.
"Aaah, I know that! It's very good Italian food. We eat there sometimes. Perhaps a few times a year. Now you have nothing to hide, don't give me those lies."
Nothing to hide? Man, she should know. In fact, she shouldn't, and now I had to be careful what to mention and how to mention it. I could talk about the lesbian thing, but certainly not the BDSM part. The nightclub we visited, what reputation did it have? A lesbian place or a place for BDSM lesbians? I had to look it up before I mentioned it.
"And how was the dinner you cooked Saturday?"
"Oh, it was very fine. They liked it all, though I had an argument with Jen about cauliflowers. She had it too much in her childhood and hates it, but she liked the way I cooked it. And the veggies on top of the lamb chops... they didn't even discover that it was Brussels sprouts until later."
Jeannette giggled:
"One day, I have to taste your cooking. Is it too soon to ask to be asked for dinner?"
"You need to get in line. We were out to friends yesterday and last Tuesday, so I have at least two dinner appointments coming up. And God knows who else is on Jen's list. I guess an old flame of hers is due too. They still talk a lot, though she's..."
Nonono Ann! You cannot say that she's vanilla!
"..just another I have heard of. We'll meet a bunch of their friends this Friday; then I probably know who to invite or not. But I am sure Jen and Rosie would like to meet you and Tom. If I am to meet their friends, they'll meet mine as well. I am planning to invite them to our spring barbecue."
"I thought you didn't like to be in focus? Those two hotties will not go unnoticed."