AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is a stand-alone story but the characters are the same I used in my story 'Get A Room'. It's not a sequel but more another episode of the same show. Let me know what you think about it. - Rose
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"What do you think you're doing, young lady?" The deep, booming voice sounded angry.
The dark-haired woman reacted immediately and fell on her knees. Her long black hair was cascading down her back, accentuated by her still lightly tanned skin. At five foot six she was a bit taller than the average with a body that would not have been misplaced in the Playboy.
She had been standing in front of the full length mirror of their bedroom, supposedly getting ready for the romantic dinner her beloved had planned for Valentine's eve, but the shere anticipation of it had gotten her day dreaming. Before she had known what she was doing, her hands had been caressing the soft undersides of her breasts. Her featherlike touches gradually had moved upwards until she had been circling her aureoles.
She had imagined it were her Mistress' strong, callused hands on her firm globes and closed her eyes to stay more easily in the illusion. Thumbs and index fingers had found her nipples and pinched them softly. They had quickly been getting hard. She had rolled them between her fingertips and moaned loud enough to be heard in the adjoining bathroom where her partner had been getting ready.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Mistress." She stammered while touching the floor with her forehead and spreading her arms to her sides. She had been ordered not to touch herself until further notice, not even during the shower.
"At kneeling attention, Tory!"
Victoria immediately raised her upper body and put her hands behind her neck with the elbows at the same height as her shoulders. She spread her knees as far as she could, pressed her pubic bone forwards and kept her eyes on the floor.
"Look at me, Victoria." The voice sounded a bit softer now but she could still hear the anger. "What did you think you're doing, Victoria?"
"I..., I played with my nipples and breasts, Mistress. I'm sorry I disobeyed you, I wasn't thinking."
"Apparently not. Repeat the orders I gave you three days ago."
"You said: 'Until I tell you differently you are not allowed to touch your body, under no circumstances. See it as a test for your obedience and discipline.' I'm sorry, Mistress, please punish me. I'm sorry I disappointed you."
"I saw that you touched your breasts with both hands. Was there anything else?" The other woman was close to six feet tall with dark red hair and intense green eyes. Even more then ten years later she still had the body of the athlete she was during her college years, and though she stuck to her regular runs and worked out in their gym, the well defined muscles of her arms and shoulders came from her work as a well acclaimed sculptor.
Victoria hesitated with her answer and blushed. "Yes Mistress. I touched my clit earlier when I took a shower. It was an accident but it felt so good that I started to rub it. I stopped after a few moments. I didn't come."
"And, pray tell, when would you have told me about your little transgression, Victoria Katherine Lerner? Or would you not have showed me even this much respect?"
"Tomorrow, Mistress, I would have told you tomorrow. I didn't want to ruin Valentine's day for us, and yet that's what I did. Please, believe me, I would have told you, Jacqueline."
The tall woman knelt in front of her and brought them eye to eye. "I believe you, Tory, but you really disappointed me and will have to pay for your transgressions. I hope you understand that this time I can't show you any leniency."
The dark haired woman nodded dejectedly. She really should have known better...
"Tory, go to the play room. I want you to lay out a cane. You can choose with one. We'll also need a riding crop, the rawhide flogger, and a wooden ruler. Put on the fur-lined ankle and wrist cuffs. I'll join you momentarily – and don't forget to prepare the rack."
"The rack?" Victoria asked with apprehension colouring her voice.
"Do you want to argue with me, Victoria?" The voice of her Mistress was dark and foreboding.
"No, Mistress, I'm sorry I failed you." She kissed the shining black slippers her partner wore and left for the playroom.
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Victoria had just finished her tasks when her Mistress entered. She had changed from the understatedly elegant grey suit she had worn earlier into tight leather pants and a tank top, accentuating her muscles and hugging her firm breasts.
"Take position four, Tory. You disobeyed me twice and thus will also be punished twice. Twelve of the best for disobedience. I want you to count and thank me at the end."
The dark-haired woman spread her legs about three feet apart, bent over and grabbed her ankles to steady herself. From her upside down position she couldn't see much more than her Mistress' legs but she knew how the muscles of the red haired woman's arms flexed when she raised the cane. She knew of the lines of concentration wrinkling her forehead when she planned the placement of the strokes.
The first stroke hit her hard on the fleshiest part of her firm globes. She had not felt the cane for more than three weeks and had a hard time to hold her position. She gasped but counted dutifully.
The second stroke was slightly above the first and the third stroke below the first. Number four landed below three, and number five hit just above two. The next two strokes followed the same pattern and Victoria had a hard time not to cry out. The eighth stroke was put right on top of number four; number nine on top of the fifth welt having formed on her rounded ass cheeks. Numbers ten and eleven covered the second and the third stroke. The last one returned to the middle and deepened the pain of the first mark; seven parallel lines showing for twelve hard wacks.
Only the order to count the strokes had kept the raven-head from sobbing uncontrollably. "Thank you, Mistress Jacqueline."
The taller women helped her to stand and took her in her strong arms. She knew that her beloved submissive's tears were less due to the pain and more a sign of her gratefulness that her partner was not showing her any leniency. The harder the punishment, Victoria was convinced, the more her Mistress loved her; and every single one of her strokes had been very hard."
Victoria was sobbing softly against her chest and Jacqueline tried to soothe her without forgetting about her further intentions. "It's alright, baby, you did well. I'll hold you until you've calmed down. We're far from finished."
They stayed motionless in the middle of the room until the tears had subsided. "Get on your knees and stretch out your hands, palms up. This will teach your hands to be obedient from now on."
Jacqueline knelt behind her and grabbed her right arm at the wrist. Three hard and fast slaps with the ruler later she guided the hand upwards and kissed it reverently. The same was done to the other hand. Silent tears spoke of the intense pain.
"Stand up, my love."
The tall redhead kissed her submissive's tears away, knowing quite well that soon there would be more, and led her the few towards the bed that had been transformed to a fully functional rack with the pressing on one button.
The ankle cuffs were quickly fastened to the edges, leaving her with spread legs. Her wrists followed suite, and before her Mistress started to stretch her limbs just beyond the limit of what was comfortable Victoria said,
"I love you, Mistress."
Jacqueline answered with a passionate kiss that made the pain in her hands and her welted behind which currently was pressed against the hard wood of the rack race through her body and meet in her centre.
"Close your eyes, baby, the riding crop will be easier to take then."
"Please, Mistress, allow me to watch. I need to see that it's you punishing me." The young woman pleaded.
"Alright, my love, you may watch, but I also want you to count the strokes and to thank me."
"Yes Mistress."
Jacqueline focused her attention on the right breast first. Her beloved had been so beautiful earlier that she had to fight the urge to go easy on her and instead have them make love. She knew Victoria would understand it, but, despite the pain she would have been spared, her sometimes wilful submissive also would be disappointed, and if she was honest with herself she didn't want to cut this punishment short. Some part of her still was angry.
So, she used an underhand stroke to hit the soft underside of the firm globe. The bright red line that appeared almost immediately would be gone in a couple of hours, but the skin would stay sensitive to the touch for a few days.
"One, thank you, Mistress."
Jacqueline systematically worked her way upwards and after ten hard wacks had yet to touch the aureole or the nipple. Eleven came very close and twelve landed right on top of eleven. The dark haired women would have jumped at the sudden more than doubled pain had she not been completely immobilised by the rack.
Victoria's tears were falling freely now but she still kept on counting and looked at her Mistress with love shining through the tears.
The thirteenth and fourteenth stroke hit the firm globe just above the aureole. The distance between the strokes that followed equalled the distance between those at the underside of the firm breast.
"Twenty-four, Mistress, thank you."
"How are you feeling, my love?" The taller woman asked.
"I love you, Jacqy."
"I love you too, Tory, but," she added recognising the tell-tale signs of arousal, "you are not allowed to come without permission. This is, after all, a punishment, and I doubt that I could be moved to give this permission."
