Wanda Catron sat straight up in bed, suddenly wide awake. Her Mistress, Anne Franklin, had spoken to her in a very stern voice, rousing her from a delightful slumber. As she focused her eyes on her Mistress, Anne's voice spoke again.
"What is going on here?" she demanded.
Wanda's eyes flashed quickly to her bed partner. Amber Anderson was cringing at the far end of the bed. A small girl at 4-8, she seemed to be all eyes at the moment. And her eyes were focused on the leather flogger in Anne's hands.
Wanda got out of bed and knelt beside Anne. "Mistress," Wanda began, "This is Amber, the girl you saw as 'Red' last Friday at Strip-O-Rama. Please remember, Mistress, I had told you I was meeting her today. You approved, and told me to size her up for future use."
Anne looked down at her slave, then over to Amber. She smiled slightly, then looked back at Wanda, her facial expression stern again.
"Over to the X-Cross, slave," Anne ordered.
Wanda crawled off. Against one wall of the play basement was a long X-shaped device. Wanda went to that, then stood. Anne strapped Wanda's wrists on each arm of the upper part of the cross, and each ankle to the lower arms. Wanda's back was to her Mistress, so she did not see Amber do a very brave thing.
Amber dashed out of bed, as nude as Wanda was, and placed her body in front of Wanda's as Anne was reaching back to strike Wanda with the flogger. "Stop, please," Amber begged.
Anne halted her swing just before striking Amber, then looked at the girl. "Why?" she asked.
"Because, Ma'am, anything you think Wanda did wrong was all my fault," Amber explained. "I came on to her first, and I can be pretty persuasive. Please, don't hurt her."
Anne looked down at the small girl. Anne, at 28 the oldest woman in the basement, took Amber's hand in her own, and tried to gently pull her away from Wanda's body. Wanda wanted to add her opinion, but was forbidden to speak in Anne's presence unless given permission. Amber fought Anne's pull, trying to protect the girl.
Wanda could feel the tug-of-war, because Amber had wrapped one arm around Wanda's leg to hold as a post against Anne's pulling. Fearing for the health of her friend, Wanda finally disregarded orders and said "Let me go, Amber!"
Amber and Anne both stopped their tug-of-war then. Amber turned and rubbed her body on Wanda's back. "I won't let her hurt you," she repeated.
"Mistress?" Wanda said.
"Tell her everything, my pet," was the consented reply from Anne.
"Amber, dearest," Wanda began, "I am Anne's slave. I have accepted that. When I spoke to her about your note, she let me meet you. But she told me I would get flogged afterwards, to remind me who my Mistress is. I accepted that as part of being with you.
"I just didn't expect this flogging in your presence," Wanda admitted. "Trust me, I accept this as part of the fun we had, and will have in the future."
"What do you mean?" Amber said.
"Sit and watch, Amber," Wanda said. "You'll see."
Amber crossed the room to the classroom set, as far from the X-Cross as she could get and still be in the same room. She sat down, turned and watched Anne at work.
The woman bent to Wanda's ear and said "How many orgasms did you have, pet?"
"Six, Mistress," was the reply.
Anne swung the flogger, and the leather straps slapped against Wanda's back.
"I'm sorry I orgasmed without your permission, Mistress," Wanda said through gritted teeth. Amber, sitting in the chair across the room, cringed.
The flogger slapped again, a solid shot on Wanda's buttocks, leaving red marks.
"I'm sorry, Mistress, for orgasming without your permission," Wanda repeated. Amber, though shocked, could not draw her eyes from the scene. She felt herself getting wet watching.
Four more times the flogger found its mark on Wanda's back and butt. Four more times the flogger marked Wanda. Four more times Wanda cried out an apology. And four more times Amber jumped at the sound of leather on flesh, and felt her pussy oozing its juices.
After the flogging was over, Anne grabbed the largest dildo on the wall. She lightly lubed it, then shoved it HARD into Wanda's ass. The teen screamed in pain as this dildo, over two inches thick, crammed into her anal opening. Never before had Anne invaded her ass with anything more than a finger, yet now this monstrous dildo was ripping her wide apart.
As Wanda screamed, Amber, across the room, could stand no more. She spread her legs and started masturbating hard. Her fingers flew over her clit and into her pussy. She imagined that her boyfriend, Erich, was giving his cock to Wanda as she watched the dildo move in and out of Wanda's ass.
Anne then took her riding crop and, with the dildo driven deep in Wanda's ass, began a rhythmic spanking of the teen's ass cheeks. Wanda cried out in agony, and soon her cries were matched by Amber's as she drove herself to orgasm watching the punishment of Wanda Catron.
Finally, Anne pulled the dildo out of Wanda's ass. She took down some healing aloe and rubbed it on Wanda's back and ass. Then she released the girl from the X-Cross. Wanda turned around, wrapped her arms around Anne and kissed her deeply. Anne held on to Wanda's arms, not wanting to touch her back yet.
"I love you, Mistress," wanda said. "And I thank you for punishing me."
"Now, tell me, pet," Anne said. "How is Amber in bed?"
A wicked and slightly shy smile crossed Wanda's face. "Delightful, Mistress," she said. "She squirts when she cums. I've never seen that before."
"Show me," Anne said.
Wanda went to Amber and took her hand. The gymnast, although a little frightened of Anne, nevertheless followed Wanda to the bed. Wanda lowered Amber onto her back, then brushed her hand on Amber's pussy lips. Smiling, she held her hand up to Anne.
"She's wet, Mistress," Wanda said. "What could have caused that?" she added mischeviously.
Amber blushed, but did not move as Wanda's hand returned to her pussy, except to open her legs even wider in invitation. Wanda's delicate fingers curled around Amber's clit, rubbing it as it grew in arousal. Her other hand spread Amber's pussy open and, after kissing Amber deeply on her mouth, Wanda moved her tongue into Amber's inner pussy.
The gymnast responded automatically. She forgot that Anne was watching and arched her back, giving Wanda a better angle to lick from. Wanda's tongue worked its way deeper and deeper into Amber's wet pussy. Wanda's free hand moved up to capture Amber's small 32A breasts and pull the nipples. Amber moaned louder, lost in the sweet sensations Wanda was giving her.
So lost was she that Amber failed to notice Anne grasp her other nipple. Amber felt both nipples being pulled, and her clit being rubbed, and her pussy being eaten out. The second nipple pull did the trick. Amber screamed and came. Wanda pulled her mouth away just in time, allowing Amber's orgasmic juices to shoot out of her pussy onto Wanda's body.
The teen smiled as Amber came. She had brought out a good orgasm from Amber, more than enough to show Anne what the small girl could do.
Anne signaled to move Wanda back, and as Wanda scooted to the end of the bed, Anne's mouth clamped onto Amber's pussy. Amber was past caring. She had cum, and was ready to cum again. The fact that is was a different person building her orgasm didn't matter to her.