Chapter VI - Carol's Lesson Continues
Chris cast a glance at Carol who sat transfixed with the scene, her hand buried
between her legs. She later told Susan, that she was convinced that during the
spanking she could see Susan's twat mouth opening and closing in silent screams.
Or could it have just been wishful thinking?
After a good five minutes of ear splitting howls from the spanked girl, Chris
was able to approach Susan and engulf her in his arms. She buried her face in
his shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably.
When Susan's sobs had subsided somewhat, Chris directed her over to the corner
and told her to stand there. She was still crying at the pain in her bottom and
her hands were lightly trying to rub at the hurt, touching her buns as if they
were gold, and emitting little yelps as she contacted a welt or two.
Chris tuned towards the sofa and Carol. She was sitting with her legs pressed
tightly together, and a look of pain on her face. "What is it Carol," he asked
noting her expression. Carol couldn't look at him, and cast her eyes downward,
"I, I, I," she stammered, "I had an accident." Chris smiled widely and chuckled,
"You peed in your panties?" he said. Carol blushed crimson. "Stay right there,
don't move," Chris instructed, and he left the room only to return a moment
later with a towel that he handed to the embarrassed woman. "It's leather, it
won't stain," he said and then, "I was thinking that Susan is a bit embarrassed
and nervous being naked in front of you anyway. It would help if you were naked
too, take off your clothes." "Chris, I can't, not in front of you," Carol
squirmed, trying to dry the area around where she sat. "Oh you can Carol, and
you will, remember our agreement," Chris said in no uncertain terms, "Now get
the dress over your head and lose the bra and panties," he demanded. Carol
blushed again at the explicitness of his words and standing, drew the summer
dress over her head and off. Her bra and panties were a matching set, and she
reached behind her back and released the snap, letting her enormous boobs flop
on her chest. "Your panties are pretty soaked anyway," Chris chided as Carol
bent to push them over her hips and down her legs. "Be careful not to let any of
your piss get on the rug," Chris said, and Carol used the towel to wrap her
panties in. "You better pat dry your snatch too Carol," Chris said, "or is that
twat juice that you made when Susan got blistered?" he asked. Carol ran the
towel over her thatch of dark pubic hair feeling ashamed to look at him. Carol
was really quite introverted despite her interest in domination, and the words
that Chris used, both shamed her with their explicitness and at the same time
aroused some hidden desire in her. Everything was new to her tonight. She handed
the wet towel to Chris and sat back down. After putting the towel in the hamper
Chris returned to the living room and Carol who was sitting with her legs
together and her arm covering as much of her boobs as possible and certainly her
stiff nipples. "Carol, you have some beautiful boobs, you shouldn't hide them,
put your hand down," Chris told her, and reluctantly she did so. "I complemented
you on your tits and you don't say anything," Chris played with her. "Thank
you," Carol said softly. "Hold them up for me," Chris ordered. "Chris I really
shouldn't be doing this, please," she pleaded. "Oh I don't know Carol, you
probably would like it if Susan was doing this to you, but anyway, look over
there," and Chris pointed towards Susan and her swollen red bottom. Carols eyes
enveloped Susan's scalded rear end, and Chris said, "Would you like for me to
paint your bottom that color Carol?" Chris asked. "NOOOOO!!" Carol returned
loudly. "Then you should be most happy to show me your boobs, right?" he said.
"Yes, I am," the woman said quickly afraid of what the strap might do to her
virgin cheeks. Carol put her hands under her large boobs and lifted them up for
Chris to inspect. "Lovely," he responded, and Carol was quick to reply, "Thank
you." "Now let's see your pussy Carol? Chris demanded, "Susan told me some time
back that you enjoy showing it." Carol's face turned crimson at the knowledge
that Susan had confided such a personal revelation. "Spread your legs Carol,"
Chris said smiling, and the woman parted them, "father," he instructed and Carol
obeyed. "Scoot a little forward, and push your snatch up," Chris said
embarrassing the shy woman with his words. Carol did as she was told, and Chris
studied her most private part. "That's quite a little forest you have Carol. If
you lived in this house, you could say good by to all that fur," he noted. "Yes,
I noticed," Carol, replied in reference to Susan bald pussy mound. Chris got
closer to see the fig Carol exposed beneath her fur. Her pussy was distinctly
different than Susan's in appearance. Hmmm, he thought to himself, all pussies
are not alike. Where Susan's mound was plump and her labia thick and pressed
together revealing a 5 inch slit down the middle, Carol's vulva was shaped more
like a clam jutting out from the center between her thighs. Her inner lips
protruded and were thin in appearance. It would be easy to clamp your entire
hand around her sex and hold it all at once, even clamping it tightly so that
the inner lips pushed out even more. "Open your snatch," Chris ordered, and a
very red faced Carol, reached between her legs and with her fingers pulled her
labia aside so that Chris could look directly into Carol's cunt. It was darker
than Susan's, the membranes rippling. Carol was slick with excitement and white
mucus was glistening from the folds of her inner twat. Chris much preferred
Susan's lovely pouch to Carol's fig, but he didn't voice the thought, instead he
said, "That's a very succulent looking pussy Carol, very nice indeed." Then he
stood and announced. "Susan shall we continue." Susan turned from the corner and
came to him.
Susan was grateful for the cold washcloth Chris handed to her. She let the damp
cloth wash her face. Her eyes were red from crying. Looking at Chris, she didn't
need to speak to be understood. Chris said, "Yes, go ahead," and Susan pressed
the cool cloth to her still hot bottom cheeks. The little bit of soothing helped
a great deal. As she did so, Chris spoke. "It seems Susan, that your friend
Carol has a secret desire to be a dominatrix. I believe that she got a great
deal of excitement out of your little spanking," he said looking over at Carol.
"Little Spanking," Susan thought to herself, "it was anything but little."
"Isn't that right Carol?" Chris asked, "You enjoyed Susan getting her ass
blistered, didn't you? "Carol looked up, her large titties heaving on her chest
and said clearly, "Yes, very much." "In fact, you would like to spank Susan
wouldn't you?" Chris asked. "Yes," Carol said, avoiding Susan's eyes. "Well
maybe some day you will have the opportunity," Chris advised, "but you have a
great deal to more to learn before you can begin to call yourself a dom. And, I
was thinking that perhaps if you pay close attention, Susan and I would be happy
to teach you a thing or two," Chris continued turning towards Susan, "Would you
get the middle strap on the table Susan," he instructed. Susan turned once again
showing her swollen bottom to the two of them and went to the dining room table
and returned with the next strap. About 16 inches in length and three inches
wide, the leather was stiff but pliable, the end of the strap had rounded
corners. She handed it to Chris who in turn gave it to Carol. "Feel it Carol,
test it's weight, if you want slap it on your hand a bit." Carol looked with
great interested at the strap, her fingers massaging the slick leather, her
breathing getting heaver with the images that were running through her mind. She
couldn't believe that Chris was going to strap Susan's bottom again, it was
already punished badly, any more and he would break the skin. Carol found the
whole scene tantalizing and terribly exciting, but maybe she was in over her
head, she wondered.
