Gretchen squirmed in the passenger seat as we drove across town. The fact that I had ordered her to pull up the skirt and spread her legs during the ride probably had something to do with it. That, and my habit of pulling up next to trucks and SUV's so the drivers could ogle her.
Oh, and I had the car's top down.
In any case, she was mortified. But she was now behaving properly in my view, mostly out of fear that I would give a bad report to Bill afterward. It had been made clear that that would effectively end her relationship, so she was pretty much mine to do with as I pleased for the night.
Talking on cel phones while driving is illegal in my state, so I handed it to Gretchen and gave her a number. "Ask for Sarah and explain who you are. Then tell her we're on our way and that we'll be there in about twenty minutes."
Gretchen dialed and put the phone to her ear just as I stopped at a red light next to a Ford Explorer. She tried to hunker down behind the seat to avoid the driver's open mouthed stare, and then said into the phone, "Um, hello Sarah? My name is Gretchen and I'm with Michael. I guess we're coming over to where you are and... what?" She reddened and then said, "Um, yeah I guess he is... did he what?" She glared at me, and then said angrily, "Yes, he did... Um, about twenty minutes... Yeah, you too."
"What did she ask you?"
She gave me an angry glare and then said, "She asked if you came on my face."
I laughed and said, "Sarah knows me well. But she's a good girl, and takes it happily. Knows her place, you see."
"Whatever."
I let her have her moment of petulance. Of course, I knew what was coming.
Soon we pulled up in front of a neat ranch style house, and I held the door open for Gretchen to step out. She smoothed her skirt and looked suspiciously at this act of courtesy. How little she understands, I thought. I'm never rude to a girl - I just expect her to learn her place and be good.
The door opened as we climbed the steps to reveal a grinning Sarah. She was wearing low slung jeans and a spaghetti strap top. She was trim and beautiful, with her long brown hair done in pigtails. "I'm glad you emailed when you did - I was going to go out, but I cancelled my plans when you told me what you were bringing over. So this is her?"
I nodded and reached for Sarah. She leaned her cheek into my hand and smiled at me. "Good to see you, sir. It's been a while."
Gretchen head came up at the 'sir'.
"It has," I said as we moved into the living room. "You look great. Been behaving yourself?"
Sarah blushed attractively. "Well... mostly." As if on cue, the bathroom door opened and out walked a well-built young man. He looked up surprised, and then recognition crossed his face.
"Hey Mike!" he exclaimed, offering his hand.
We shook and I said, "Tom, nice to see you! How are you enjoying Sarah?"
He grinned. "Outstanding! Man, I can't thank you enough. She's everything you said she was."
"I'm glad. She's a good girl." Sarah blushed again at this. "This is Gretchen. She's the girl of a friend of mine. I'm helping her learn to behave tonight."
Tom looked closely at Gretchen, who seemed to be making an intense effort to blend in with a nearby bookcase. Then a look of astonishment took over his features and his voice went high pitched as he exclaimed, "Gretchen! Holy shit! Mike, Gretchen and I went to college together!"
I inclined my head at Gretchen and said, "Really?"
Tom continued, "Yeah! I even tried to get in her pants one night at a party. But she had this boyfriend who wouldn't leave her alone for more than ten seconds at a time."
Smiling broadly I said to Tom, "Well! This is your lucky night then! Want a piece of her?" Gretchen cringed.
Tom looked pained. "Aww man, I'd LOVE to! But Sarah just about wore me out this afternoon, and now I've got to go tend bar." Gretchen brightened at this slightly, but her relief was short lived because Tom asked, "But, could I have a quick look?"
"Absolutely," I replied, giving Gretchen a small shove toward him.
Tom walked around her over for a moment while Sarah watched, her hand covering her mouth. She looked like she was about to bust out laughing. Gretchen however, did not. She stood stock still, took shallow breaths, but her eyes darted about as if she were preparing to bolt. He said to her, "Lift your arms Gretch."
She looked at him as if he were crazy, and I immediately lifted her skirt to give her a hard slap. "Hey, he just gave you an order! Follow it as you would one from me... or from Bill."
Gretchen's eyes dropped as she thought of Bill, then she raised her arms above her head. Tom went around behind her, pressed against her body, and slid his hands up the front of her shirt. "Mmmm, I always knew she had sweet little ones."
Tom continued fondling her for a moment, and finished by lifting her skirt to look at her pussy and briefly insert a finger. Gretchen appeared to endure it with effort. He then slapped her on the ass and said to me, "Thanks Mike! Always wondered what she felt like. Have fun tonight. Are you taking pictures?"
I said I was and Tom smiled. "Great! Can't wait to see them. Got to go. Later!"
Sarah and I bid Tom a good evening and he departed. I then walked over to Sarah who began to sink to her knees in front of me. I caught her shoulders and lifted her back up. "Sarah, you've always been good for me and Tom, so you're going to get a special treat. Of course you still must follow directions, but tonight you get to give some orders too."
Sarah's eyes darted to Gretchen and she smiled with excitement. "Really?" I nodded and she kissed me. "Ooh, you are a wicked man. Can I crop her too?"
I shrugged, handed her the crop and said, "Sure, if she isn't good."
Gretchen had merely been humiliated up to this point. But she was now terrified, and with good reason. She instinctively understood that a man being forceful with her was one thing, but that a woman with power over another woman was something to fear. Especially a woman who knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a riding crop.
Sarah bounced the crop against her palm and glared at Sarah with narrow eyes. "Fuckin' cool."
Gretchen looked to me, obviously hoping for protection. I smiled amiably at her and said, "Strip." She did so, reluctantly, as Sarah and I watched. When she stood naked before us, I told her to kneel down.
When Gretchen hesitated, Sarah brought the crop down sharply on her ass. "He said on your knees, you little bitch!" This brought a yelp, and resulted in our reluctant young lady dropping sharply to her knees where she belonged.
Sarah circled her, clearly looking for the slightest excuse to use the crop again. It's amazing what happens when you turn an otherwise docile sub loose on another of her gender. They can be vicious. However, I reflected that Sarah had certainly earned the privilege, having endured her share of kisses from the crop. I decided to let her run with it for the moment. "So how did you become his slut?"
Gretchen was trembling as she answered, "It's kind of a long story..."
CRACK! The crop came down again, this time on Gretchen's left thigh. Then Sarah bent down to get right in her face and growled, "Find a way to make it short, bitch." She stood up, continuing to give Gretchen a vicious stare. Sarah then resumed her tight circle, pausing to give me a big bright smile when she was behind Gretchen's back. She was enjoying this.
Gretchen began talking quickly to avoid another swat. "My boyfriend Bill is Michael's friend and..."
CRACK! Gretchen shrieked as the crop fell on her exposed back. Sarah bellowed, "You call him 'Sir' or 'Master'!"
