Sabrina and Johan visit her sick father, Sabrina the bully meeting Charlie who abuses the bully and her husband. This story picks up that night.
At bedtime, they went to bed, the two twin beds pushed together as they slept near out of habit, rather than want. Johan wanted to dream of those perfect feet, those great orgasms Mistress allowed when he was obedient for her. Sabrina wanted to forget the day, but her dreams were haunted by her humiliation and abuse at the hands of Mistress, dreams which didn't help her feel more relaxed. She finally got out of bed, going to the kitchen for a drink of cold water.
Standing in the kitchen in her nightgown, she wished her pussy would stop drooling as she wiped the rivets of juice off her thighs and without thinking, sucked the fingers clean. A soft knock at the back door brought her to reality as she looked out to see a woman standing in the darkness of the porch.
"Time to play, pussy. Either out here or in there, but keep in mind it's your screams of orgasm you want to be heard."
An orgasm sounded wonderful to her as she unlocked the door, stepping out, not caring she was barefoot, only wearing wet panties and a flimsy nightgown.
"Take off the gown and stuff the panties into your mouth."
She looked at the figure in shadows. The figure shook her head.
"The gown will get grass stained when you crawl on it, and you need the panties to not wake the neighbors. Unless, pussy, you hope to have to explain to the household why you are wearing a grass-stained nightie or hope to wake everyone with your sounds. All up to you, pussy, but we are playing more abuse games."
Sabrina wanted to scream at her, tell the bitch to fuck off and never return. Her nightie fell off her shoulders to pool at her feet, stepping out as she removed the panties, placing the damp material into her mouth. That her mouth was full was her rational for not saying anything to this woman who pointed to the ground, Sabrina walking to the grass, going to all fours.
It didn't take more than a few seconds before the woman came over, grabbing Sabrina's hair, using it as a lead to make her crawl further into her parent's backyard, back to where a large oak tree was keeping the yard in darkness despite the quarter moon shining down.
"Did pussy enjoy its afternoon? Did it?"
Sabrina nodded her head, her body already arousing at the words. The woman stopped to walk to a small duffle bag, rummaging through it as her victim knelt naked on all fours waiting for whatever abuse was promised.
Charlie thought it sad, the way this woman knelt, waiting, the pussy soaked panties in her mouth, her body naked, waiting for a woman she didn't know to abuse her. That she was an alpha was known but that she almost embraced this new life, was what Charlie didn't understand. But then, it again proved to her Master knew what he talked about. This Sabrina fell quick.
Charlie turned back to hold the paddle out near pussy's face.
"When I hold out an instrument of pain, you kiss it to show you want it."
Sabrina struggled with that idea, so far, that Mistress had taken her by surprise, forcing her into being humiliated. At least that was a good rational in her mind. Now though, she had to kiss a paddle to show she desired to have it used on her. She couldn't do that, couldn't openly show how much her body was flaming at the idea of another spanking.
"Ah, I get it, pussy. You'd rather have the crop tonight."
Sabrina almost lunged from her position to the moving paddle, her lips kissing it a few times. She had used crops on horses to get them under control, she didn't want those marks on her ass. That Mistress might use it anyway was not considered.
"Drop the panties."
The paddle landed four times, hard in Sabrina's opinion, yet her ass was thrusting back for more when Mistress walked to stand before her, the standing figure still not seen clearly in the darkness.
"Let's play a game, pussy. I will ask a question, you will answer. For each correct attitude answer, you win a spank. For each wrong, you get something other than a paddle. Doesn't that sound like a good game, pussy?"
Not to Sabrina, who felt fear mixed in with her lust. Yet she knew to fail to respond to a question by this woman standing, looking down on her, was not much of an option.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Very good, pussy." The paddle patted her on the head, Sabrina feeling even more humiliated than before. This was not going to be a fun game was her thought as more juice dribbled down her thigh to the grass.
"Who are you and why are you here?"
Sabrina blinked, was it a trick question? Seemed straight forward as she gave her full name, plus her visit to her sick dad, in the house behind them. Mistress laughed quietly when she was done, caressing the side of Sabrina's face.
"You can be adorable, pussy. Now, who are you for real."
Sabrina blinked in the darkness. What kind of question was that and why, oh, wait, now she got it.
"Pussy, Mistress, I am called pussy because I am a pussy."
"Much better, pussy. You may want to review online the proper way to respond to Mistress when answering questions. I expect better next time."
Mistress moved to paddle her ass four more times, the sounds carrying in the night. Pussy clamped her jaw shut in an effort to not scream as her body again neared the edge of what could be the most amazing climax ever. Mistress moved back around.
Charlie noted the ass was almost wiggling with need, pussy taking deep breaths, the smell of the leaking pussy obvious.
"I thought you learned this afternoon to count and thank me, but it seems you already forgot. So you can either do as you learned, or I can leave."
Sabrina was in full pussy mode as she moaned loudly. If Mistress left, she'd never get that orgasm she desperately needed.
"Please, Mistress, please don't leave pussy, please, Mistress, please. Mistress, please punish pussy for not remembering, pussy will count and thank as is proper."
Where did those words come from? Sabrina wondered as Mistress moved behind her. As is proper? What the hell?
The smack was loud and solid, pussy yelping before quicky counting one and thanking Mistress as the second landed. It was a steady smack, count, thank you Mistress for ten times. She was then told to stand up, her hands on her head.
Pussy took the new position as Mistress came back with a flogger which she proceeded to use back and forth on pussy's tits, not overly hard, but enough to leave a sting.
"So pussy likes this so well, it doesn't even want to count to begin the number it wants Mistress to use on it? Interesting."
