by Carmen Lee
“Shit,” she said.
“Sian!” said Sophie. “That’s my favourite mug, and you’ve chipped it!”
“Shit, I’m sorry – it was an accident!”
Beth tutted and shook her head.
“That’s not good enough, Sian. You’ve just broken Sophie’s favourite mug.”
“It’s only chipped – I can fix it.”
“Even so, I think you need to be punished. What do you think, Sophie?”
Sophie nodded. “Definitely. I think a spanking’s in order.”
Sian’s heart sank. Her backside had only just recovered from the spanking she’d received yesterday – and now she would have to relive the pain and humiliation a second time. Beth and Sophie decided that, since it was Sophie’s mug, it was only fair that she got to deliver the spanking. Sophie sat down on a chair and gestured for Sian to get over her knee. Sian lay down on Sophie’s lap, blushing furiously – it felt like her whole body was turning red.
“Wow, look at her blush!” said Beth. “Are you embarrassed, Sian?”
“What do you think?” she said angrily.
“I think you are. I think it must be incredibly humiliating for you to be bent over Sophie’s lap like that. Especially since I can see your pussy pretty clearly from here.”
Sophie laughed. “Does that make you feel ashamed, to know that your friend is staring at your exposed pussy?”
Sian said nothing. Then, Sophie slapped her, hard, on the arse.
“Answer me when I speak to you. Remember, I’m about to spank your little bottom – you should want to keep in my good books if you’re planning on being able to sit down any time soon. Now, I’ll ask you again – are you embarrassed?”
“Yeah,” mumbled Sian.
“Good,” Sophie said. She lightly stroked Sian’s arse. “Are you ready to be spanked?”
“Not really.”
“Oh, that’s a shame.” She continued stroking Sian. Much as Sian hated to admit it, this was making her incredibly horny – the feeling of Sophie’s hand on her bare flesh, combined with the sensation of her pussy against Sophie’s jeans, was making her wet.
“I’m going to spank you anyway, ready or not,” Sophie went on. “And remember – there’s no limit to how many times I can slap that pretty arse of yours. I intend to have it as red as your face by the time I’m finished.” Sian braced herself.
The first spank was light, almost playful, but Sian still gasped as Sophie’s hand made contact with her. The next five spanks were the same – Sophie was just warming up though, and she suddenly unleashed a volley of ten hard blows that made Sian yelp in pain. Sophie laughed, and went back to stroking Sian’s bum.
“Oh, poor dear, did that hurt?”
“Yeah, it was bloody painful! Are you done yet?”
“Well,” said Sophie, “I was – but now that you’ve spoken to me in such an insolent tone,” she delivered another light spank as she spoke, “I think I’ll have to punish you some more.”
She delivered ten more spanks, each one harder than the last, until Sian’s eyes were watering and her arse was as red as a beetroot. Finally, mercifully, she stopped. Sian stood up, rubbed her behind and winced at how hot and tender it was.
“You should be glad I stopped there,” said Sophie. “You’re an adorable little spankee. I’d half a mind to keep you over my knee all morning.”
Beth gasped.
“Holy shit, look at that!”
She pointed at Sophie’s lap, and Sian was horrified to see that she’d left a wet spot on Sophie’s jeans. She was mortified – not only had her friends stripped her naked and spanked her, but now it was obvious to both of them that she’d enjoyed it!
“Wow, Sian,” said Sophie, “I didn’t think you were that kinky. Have you been getting off on all this?”
“What!? No, I – I mean – I wasn’t – you...”
Sian had no idea what to say – how could she talk her way out of this? She realised that she couldn’t.
“Well,” said Beth, “we can see that you did. But the question is – exactly how much did you enjoy it? Did you come?”
Sian’s jaw dropped at being asked such a question. She was speechless.
“Obviously not,” said Sophie. “We’d have noticed that.”
“I think it would be a little unfair of us to leave her hanging, don’t you?”
“Definitely, definitely,” Sophie said, nodding. “If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a tease.”
“I think,” said Beth, “that our friend here deserves an orgasm. What do you think, Sian? Would you like to come for us?”
Sian tried to speak, but she couldn’t make a sound. This was exactly what had caused her to fail the initiation the previous night – she had refused to masturbate in front of Jane and Tasha. It was something she couldn’t believe she was even considering – and yet, she was considering it. She was unbearably horny – the exposure and the spanking had got her even more worked up than she had been on the beach – and after all she’d let these two do to her, was she really going to stop it all now? Was it worth losing out on her place on the cheerleading team just to avoid that extra embarrassment?
After a long silence, she said,
“Ok. I’ll do it.”
Sophie and Beth’s eyes lit up. It was clear that they hadn’t expected her to say yes – probably they’d heard about last night, and figured this was a way to break her resistance. Sian felt a little proud that she was not giving in that easily.
“Alright then!” said Sophie. “Up on the table with you.”
Sian climbed up onto the table – she could hardly believe she was doing this. She was shaking, partly from nerves, but partly from unbelievable arousal – the idea of masturbating in front of her friends was making her even more hot and bothered. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and her crotch was so wet she was practically dripping.
“Spread your legs,” said Sophie. “Wider – come on, as wide as you can. Give us both a good look.”
Sian did as she was told. She was sitting on the narrow end of the table, and when her legs were spread all the way her feet were touching the table legs. Sophie and Beth undid their belts, bent down and tied Sian’s ankles to the table legs.
“What are you doing?” said Sian.
“You didn’t think we’d make you do all the work, did you?” said Sophie. “Don't worry, we’ll take care of everything – you can just lie back and enjoy.”
Surely they couldn’t be serious, Sian thought. Were they really going to masturbate her?
“Wait, wait,” she said. “Stop.”
“Ok,” said Beth. “You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Are you sure you want us to stop?”
“Bear in mind,” said Sophie, “you’d be giving up the cheerleading team. And besides, you’ve let us see you naked, spank you, and take pictures of you. Your juices are all over my leg and we both know you’re getting off on this. I mean, right now, your legs are spread wide open and I’m staring at your pussy. Are you honestly going to give up after all that?”
Sian took a moment to consider. Sophie did have a point – she’d come this far, so why not go a little bit further?
“Fine. Go ahead.”
Sophie grinned gleefully.
“Put your hands behind your back then, dear.”
Sian was nervous at the idea of giving them such complete control over her, but she did as she was told.
“Now,” said Sophie, “what should we use to tie her?”
“Here,” said Beth, and took off her shirt. Sian and Sophie stared at her in shock – clearly neither one of them had expected this. Sian couldn’t keep her eyes off Beth’s breasts, barely restrained by her white bra. Ignoring their stares, Beth used her shirt to tie Sian’s hands together behind her back. She was now completely defenceless.
“Sophie,” said Beth, “why don’t you run upstairs and get your bag of tricks?”
Sophie went upstairs, leav
ing Sian to wonder what exactly her “bag of tricks” contained. While Sophie was gone, Beth took the opportunity to have a good long look at Sian’s body. With her legs tied wide open and her hands behind her back, Sian was completely exposed. As Beth’s eyes travelled over her, Sian squirmed with embarrassment. Beth smiled – she was clearly enjoying this as much as Sian was. With one hand, she reached forward and stroked Sian’s left nipple. Sian moaned – she couldn’t help herself. Overcome with shame as she was, she was still unbelievably horny, and it seemed that each fresh degradation only heightened her pleasure.
“You really are into this, aren’t you?” said Beth.
Sian didn’t reply. What could she say? The answer to Beth’s question was written on her body, in the stiffness of her nipples and the wetness of her cunt.
“Hey – who said you could start without me?”
Beth and Sian looked up to see Sophie standing in the doorway, holding a black shoulder-bag. She carried it over to the kitchen side, opened it, and took out some of its contents for Sian to see. As Sian watched, she laid out a feather duster, a small vibrator, a dildo and a wand vibrator. Sian was terrified at the prospect of her two flatmates going to work on her with those instruments, but at the same time she was impatient for them to start. She felt like she’d come the second that wand vibrator touched her.
To begin with, though, they left their toys where they were. Sophie walked over to Sian and slowly, very lightly, started stroking the inside of Sian’s thighs with her fingertips. As she teased her helpless friend, Sophie said,
“You like that, don't you?”
“Yes,” Sian said, full of shame at admitting her arousal.
“That’s what I thought. But here’s the thing – we lied to you before.”
“What?”
“When we said we weren’t teases. The truth is, we are.” Sophie kept stroking Sian’s thighs, but that wasn’t enough to make her come. All it did was maddeningly tease her.
“Don’t worry,” Sophie went on, “you’ll get your orgasm. But not for a long time. We’re going to have some fun first.” She tweaked Sian’s nipple and walked over to the counter. Picking up the feather duster, she began tickling Sian’s feet. Sian was incredibly ticklish, and with no way to protect herself, she was soon thrashing around and laughing hysterically.
“Oh, shit, I hate being tickled!”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears – Beth bent down, grabbed her right foot and began tickling it as Sophie continued tickling her left. Soon enough, tears of laughter were running down Sian’s face as she gasped for breath, defenceless against her friends. Once Sophie got tired of tickling her, she began running the feather duster over Sian’s body – first her thighs, then her breasts. The lightness of the feather duster teasingly stimulated the bound woman, until her laughter was replaced by frustrated moans. As Sophie teased her nipples with the feathers, Beth began kissing Sian’s thighs. Sian was shocked – she had never been touched so intimately by another woman before, and she was ashamed to admit even to herself that the sensation left her almost paralysed with desire. She could feel an orgasm coming on; waves of pleasure were building and building, until she could almost taste the release she needed – and then they stopped. Sophie and Beth stepped away from her, just as she was about to climax.
“What the shit, guys?” She didn’t even care that she was naked, sweating, spread open, and begging her two housemates to make her come. All she wanted was that release.
“You didn’t think we’d let you get off that easily, did you?” laughed Beth. “We’re only just getting started.”
They waited, smirking at Sian’s frustration, until she had cooled off a little. Then, Beth picked up the little clit vibrator and approached the table. Sian’s heart started beating faster as she saw Beth coming towards her, her round breasts bobbing within the confines of her bra. Beth turned on the vibe and began rubbing it against Sian’s pussy, studiously avoiding her clitoris. The vibrations on her lower lips were intensely pleasurable to Sian, and within a minute she could feel an orgasm approaching yet again. But once more Beth pulled away at the last minute, and Sian was denied her orgasm.
“Come on!” pleaded Sian. “Aren’t you finished yet?”
“Oh, nowhere near.”Beth smirked. “We’ve got you for the whole weekend, and if we want to keep you strapped to this table until Monday morning then believe me, we will.”
Sian’s heart sank as she realised that they planned on making her wait a long time for her orgasm. Still though, she was excited at the thought of an entire weekend at their mercy. By now, the humiliation of being under Beth and Sophie’s control had given way to unbearable arousal.
Beth and Sophie took turns using the vibrator on Sian for the next quarter of an hour. It was never more than a minute or two before they would pull away from her and let her arousal drop a little, only to get back to work with renewed fervour. They kept her on the very edge of orgasm, clearly enjoying the faces she made as she tried desperately to hasten her climax. After they were done, Sian was drenched in sweat, and desperate to finish. Sophie stood up and said to Beth,
“I don’t know about you, but all this messing around has made me hungry.”
Beth seemed to immediately know what she meant. “Yeah, maybe we should go out and get some chips or something.”
“But,” said Sophie, “we don’t want to leave Sian hanging, do we? After all, we did promise her she’d get to come.”
“We did promise,” echoed Beth. “Wait – I’ve got an idea.”
She reached into Sophie’s bag and pulled out a strap, which she used to secure the wand vibrator to Sian’s leg. Then, she turned the vibrator up high. The last thing Sian heard before pleasure blinded her to the world was Sophie saying,
“Put on a shirt before we go – you look great the way you are, but there’s only going to be one undressed girl in this house.”
After that, all Sian could hear was her own moans.
To be continued...
