Big on Education

by Laurie Ames

  “You naughty little thing, dripping wet already,” Liza said, almost in disgust. “How dare you come without my permission.”

  She felt the tip of the riding crop lightly trace a line up her inner thigh. After teasing the crop up and down her slit, Bill gave her a quick tap across her now swollen clit.

  ‘Oh, that felt delicious,’ Hope thought to herself. But before she could do much more than catch her breath, the riding crop began to crack down across both ass cheeks. It was beginning to leave a cute pink line of heat on her bottom. Bill laid on another smack, and then another, not too hard at first, but steady. The strength of the blows began to gradually increase. The pain began to increase but she still held strong. Her ass felt warm, then hot, and soon despite herself, a whimpering sound began escaping from her lips. She was losing all track of time. The only thing that existed was the rhythmic and painful strikes across her ass and the growing ache that pulsed between her legs. Then tears of pleasure and pain came from somewhere she'd never expected, a place she'd never been before. She let them flow; there was no way to hold them back any longer.

  “Have you learned your lesson?” shouted Liza. “You’ll cum only when I say so, and not a second before.” Bill laid two final quick, sharp strokes, criss-crossing them, almost like a kinky kiss.

  “Yes Ma’am, thank you for correcting me. I have been very naughty.” Hearing herself say those words made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, strangely as if they were almost taking care of her.

  Suddenly the reality of all this began to sink in. Although she felt slutty for being spanked, she also felt alive and reborn. A single tear slid down from her warm, butterscotch eyes, followed by another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed down her cheek. She would always describe crying as her emotional release and wasn't ashamed to easily cry. She saw it as a healthy way for her mind to deal with happiness in her life. They were tears of joy and she was crying in sheer bliss.

  That’s when her friends reached out. They were there for her, patting and rubbing her shoulders. Liza passed a tissue before speaking in her slow and measured voice.

  “You may have had a sound spanking but you have also made two good friends, I promise you,” Said Liza.

  Liza pulled her into her chest where she stayed until the tears subsided. When Liza looked at Hope, her beautiful brown eyes were swollen and sore from crying.

  Chapter Three

  She felt awful for crying, it was awkward and immature. The initial rush of crying had passed quickly enough, but the tears kept falling. Together, Bill and Liza had led her to their couch, wrapped her in a blanket, and pressed themselves close to her, cocooning her in a careful warm embrace.

  Part of her felt like she should just stop, pull herself together, apologize, and go on her way. They hadn't invited her to their home to become a horrible mess; they'd asked her here for a bit of sexual delight. After a little bit of time, they led her to a bed and tucked her in. She found herself falling gratefully asleep. She didn't dream.

  She woke to gently muffled moans and soft cries that clearly indicated a couple who’d needed to soothe their own fires while wanting to remain respectful of the fact that she was still there. She thought for a moment about being indignant to them fucking right next to her, but the idea of them together, so intimate and close, was wonderfully delicious.

  They’d found the perfect patch of moonlight in the room, its rays highlighting both of their forms as they moved together. They weren’t actually on the bed; they had moved to a chaise across the room from where they’d tucked her in. Bill was stretched out on the chaise, and Liza’s head was bobbing in his lap, her hands tucked somewhere around his thighs. His head was thrown back, that gorgeous neck exposed, and he was thrusting fast and violently into her mouth. And she wished it was her mouth that he was fucking. And she started to fantasize about getting another good spanking.

  Her pussy was still wet and swollen, and she needed to touch herself as her fingers swirled around her still sensitive clit. She couldn’t have been asleep for more than ten minutes, but it was enough; her eyes were feeling less sore, and her body was feeling fully aroused again. God, it felt so good to touch herself. It felt good to be on a hair trigger because she’d been so hot for so long. She felt like she wanted to come a thousand times, until she was soaked with sweat and panting with exhaustion.

  She let the fingers of her right-hand play with her soaking slit and brought her left up to twist at her nipple. The pain shot to her cunt like a lightning bolt, and she couldn’t swallow the cry that rose from her throat.

  The cry made the pair on the chaise slow down. Bill let out a low groan as Liza slid him out of her mouth with a pop. Looking over her shoulder, her mouth spread in a wide grin.

  “Oh dear,” she said, her tone completely feigned. “Did we wake you? Well, we’re not sorry. There is still some unfinished business. You are not broken in yet.”

  “Please,” she murmured, her fingers flicking herself a little faster, “Don’t stop on my account.”

  “But we barely got started before,” said Liza as she stood up and glanced at Hope. “There’s so much more that we want to do with you.”

  Liza stood there momentarily with her chin up and hands placed firmly on her jutting hips. She looked proudly provocative and was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Hope stared at her in silence, almost mesmerized. A figure hugging black corset that ended at her navel girdled her hourglass waist and was cinched in tightly. This had the desired effect of emphasizing her bare boobs that quivered on her chest. Two garters held up her thigh high black stockings. On her feet were high black leather pumps that gave her a new majestic stature. She wore black kid gloves, the colour matching her mascara painted lashes. But it was the sight of her bare and exposed mound at the juncture of her thighs that made Hope feel all fluttery and tingling in anticipation. With her upper legs slightly parted, she was given an excellent view of her plump labia. She looked divine! “Mistress, please spank me!” begged Hope in her own mind.

  Liza swayed her hips as she crossed over to the bed. She pulled back the sheets, exposing Hope’s body to the moonlight. She’d never felt shame about her body, and she didn’t now. She was proud of her body, proud that she’d fought so long and hard to survive in a world that told her she was too proud, too eager, too wanting. She let them see her pride, especially her pink and red bruised buttocks and she let them revel in it. Hope was sure they would be pleased.

  “Goddamn, pet,” Liza murmured, “You’re just gorgeous.”

  “Why thank you,” Hope purred back.

  “I’m going to spank you myself this time, are you up to it?” Said Liza wickedly.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?” demanded Liza.

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  "Shall we begin?" Suddenly from out of nowhere, Liza snaps, “Down! Drop to all fours, and start crawling in a circle around me.”

  Hope at first hesitates, then obeys, but is not prompt enough to please Liza.

  “Now sit Up!” She snaps her fingers, like ordering a dog to beg, and she kneels up, looking just inches from Liza’s crotch. She pauses, anticipating the next command.

  “Now put on these black heels.” Liza drops them and they tumble across the floor. “Hurry up,” Liza barks, “don’t keep me waiting.”

  Liza reaches into a drawer and pulls out a leather dog collar. “Bow your head to me!” She slips the leather collar over Hope’s head and around her neck. She clicks the leash to the collar and gives a hard firm pull.

  “Now you belong to me,” she says with a grin.

  Then Liza reached into the drawer and pulled out two items. She sauntered over to Bill and placed a leather padlock on his wrists to prevent him from jerking off. “You will only be allowed to watch me administer my spanking to Hope.” Bill nodded in agreement.

  She walked back to Hope and picked up the other item from the drawer. She wielded a large red hair brush that was god awful long. Liza then
pulled her by the dog leash and led her to the living room. She guided her to stand beside the couch and placed her hands on the arm so that she was bent over slightly, wobbling slightly from the high heels.

  “This is where you will stand for your spanking.”

  Hope stood there with a collar still wrapped around her neck and a leash drooping between her breasts. She felt cheap and slutty. But that feeling only compounded her desire to be spanked. She would be treated like a slut and would get what she deserved. The thought was terrible, she knew, but it was so hot and the desire between her legs grew into a desperate heat as it entered her mind. She was becoming wet with excitement, and euphoric from the control Liza had over her.

  Hope, now stood with her head lowered as Liza's eyes devoured her naked form. Her trimmed pubic bush was fully exposed but Liza only noted wistfully the pinkish red buttocks and sighed as her imagination ran wild.

  "Kneel down and bend over the arm of the couch."

  Liza picked up her red hairbrush and viewed the delicious posterior on display. She was now in her element. Dominant and controlling, determined and unyielding. Hope closed her eyes and steeled herself to receive the penance. Liza gripped the handle of the brush and proceeded to smack the flat back on the plump cheeks of this now trembling woman. She felt a rush of exquisite delight as the buttocks juddered and rippled as she yelped in pain. Liza paid no heed and planted her bare feet in the lush carpet for a better balance and gave her a brisk series of hard whacks.

  "This is for your own good. You need discipline, your insolence demands chastisement."

  Hope sobbed quietly as more blows rained down on her exposed bottom.

  "Ah yes, the simple female hairbrush. So very suited for a spanking I think," Liza chuckled. "Fits in my palm nicely, a flick of the wrist is all that is needed. Not hard work for me, and no bruising on your skin. Most appropriate."

  Smack!

  Hope moaned out loud, “Ouch!”

  “Bill luv, do you think she’s had enough yet?”

  “No, my Queen,” he replied. “Not nearly enough. She has disrespected you by coming before permission was given. She needs to pay for that.” He knew better than to give a wrong answer, and in any case feared getting the brush himself.

  “Excellent. That’s what I thought as well. Thank you luv.”

  Smack!

  Hope exhaled at the spank on her left cheek and her legs kicked back in mid air behind her.

  A second crack reined down across both cheeks, and she yelped loudly.

  Smack! Smack!

  The next two that landed solely on her right cheek made her squirm on the couch. A radiant heat in her nether regions made her feel slightly embarrassed as she realised her pussy had become surprisingly damp! Liza's tits bounced wildly from her efforts and her own loins felt hot and moist as her cunt was ablaze with arousal. She paused to study her work and looked at the dull red marks across both cheeks. She put her hand to the rosy skin and felt the heat with her right hand as she rubbed her own muff with her left.

  "Excellent I must say. Stand up."

  Hope did so and smoothed her hands over her own sore buttocks.

  Droplets of cum fell from Hope’s pussy, making a tiny puddle on the ground beneath her. Liza stopped to push a finger into her dripping mound, then touched the puddle on the floor.

  “You dirty little whore, dripping without my permission?”

  Bam! On the right buttock, then the left, then both simultaneously. Across the upper thighs and directly on her tantalising ass crack and silky muff.

  "Now you're getting it, now we're in business." Purred Liza with the sensual gyrations of her hips.

  Hope shuddered with the stinging pain on her backside and legs, the pain merely a trigger for a heavenly climax. She arched her back and lifted her bum higher as an invitation to Liza.

  Smack!

  "Again please Ma’am!" begged Hope desperately.

  Smack!

  "Again please Ma’am!"

  Each hard spank ushered in Hope's impending orgasm. Liza started to make occasional contact with her pet’s pussy. Her hand found her clitoris and strummed it from side to side, while maintaining the percussion of the wooden brush on her bright red ass. The cadence was building to the point of no return as Hope's wiggling rump finally surrendered to the sweet explosion of raw pain and the crescendo of her orgasm. Liza ceased the beating as Hope released a high pitch scream that slowly dissolved into soft whimpering.

  “Gasping for breath, Hope finally moaned, “Thank you Ma’am!”

  ***

  It was now time to show their tender loving side to Hope. After all, why should Hope have all the fun. Liza and Bill had still had not gotten a good fucking, and they were no where close to being done with their pet.

  Liza reached down on the bed and pulled Hope into an embrace. Hope was immediately grateful. One thing she loved was kissing women. It was so different from kissing men. Not soft – some women were soft, but many of them, many of Hope’s favorites, were just as demanding and hungry as the men. Liza was one of those women.

  Liza took Hope’s face in her hands and brought their mouths together at the angle she liked best. She growled as she nipped at Hope’s lower lip, demanding that Hope open for her; and when she did, their tongues tangled fiercely, each of them struggling to come out on top.

  Hope reached for Liza’s breasts, taking the firm mounds in her own hands and teasing at the nipples. Liza gasped into her mouth and then cried out, while positioning herself until one of Hope’s thighs rested between hers. Her wet pussy shifted slowly over Hope’s thigh, seeking just the right pressure point.

  Hope felt the mattress shift as Bill moved behind her, pulling her hips towards his. She expected his fingers on her clit, but instead, she felt the insistence of his thick cock pressing against her ass.

  “How long has it been for you,” he asked, palming her gently so that she bucked into his hand. Her mouth tore free from Liza’s so she could gasp, and Liza made an angry growling sound and sought her out again.

  “It’s been far too long,” she said, keeping her voice level. “Quite a few months.”

  “Do you feel okay about this still?” His voice carefully quiet now.

  “I need it” –Her breath gasping as Hope tried to collect herself. “I need to be with someone because I can’t keep going like I have been. My life is lonely and frustrating.”

  His arms tightened around her, and for just a moment, Bill and Liza held her together. She was suspended between them, caught in a memory that she would enjoy for a very long time.

  Liza moved in to kiss her again. Lighter this time, more teasing, and more taunting. She heard the telltale sound of a condom packet tearing open, and the sounds of it being rolled in place. She started to move onto her back, but Liza held her right where she was.

  “Here,” Liza said. Liza began to manipulate Hope’s thighs, sliding a dildo onto a thigh strap up. “This is going to be good,” Liza said, her eyes sparkling. “Bill is going to take you from behind, right here,” she said. “That should keep your hip comfortable. And you get to watch me fuck myself silly here on your thigh. Tits in your face and everything. Sound good to you?”

  “Heaven,” Hope murmured, reaching for the taut brown peaks of Liza’s breasts. Liza’s head dropped for a moment as she groaned. Hope took the opportunity to slide her fingers down and finger Liza’s wet body. The woman felt amazingly slick, heated and delicious. She caught the other woman’s eyes, then brought her hand up and licked the fingers clean.

  “Jesus fuck, pet, you better plan on coming back and doing that again.”

  “For you,” Hope murmured, “Anytime.” She leaned forward and kissed Liza again, letting her taste their mingled juices on her tongue. Liza bucked against her, reaching for Hope’s thigh and teasing herself before she slowly sunk down, crying out at the fevered heat that was spreading through her. She didn’t start to thrust, though; she held herself still, her eyes struggling
to focus, and waited.

  “Bill,” she said, her voice taking total control. “Bill. Fuck her. Fuck her as hard as she’ll take. Rock her so hard you rock me, too.”

  Bill didn’t say a word behind them. His cock pressed insistently at Hope’s ass, but then Bill’s hand slicked through her folds and found her cunt, pressing deep inside of her. Now, she was sopping wet, but she wasn’t edging as hard as she had been. He heard her hiss of resistance and slowed down.

  “I need to open you up a little,” he said, his voice heavy with his own arousal. “I’m – well, very big. Sorry to boast.”

  “Don’t wait, do it,” Hope murmured, fucking his hand just a little to encourage him. His head dropped onto her shoulder and he murmured a curse.

  His thumb was knocking against her clit as his fingers spread her open, and she didn’t care anymore. “It’s time,” she said. “Start fucking me right now.”

  “Could I make you come like this?” he asked her, valiantly refusing to pick up the pace and making her wish she could buck like a mule. “Fucking you with my fingers, while my wife rides your thigh, patiently while she waits her turn?”

  He knocked into the back of Hope’s thigh, jostling her and driving the dildo deeper into Liza. Liza cried out, her fingers grasping at anything. They found the back of Hope’s head and neck and dug in, just a little, making Hope whimper. Liza pulled Hope’s face in, putting them forehead to forehead, and then claimed her mouth with another molten kiss. Bill’s fingers were suddenly driving in deeper, and then he added a third finger to splinter her entirely, shattering her as his thumb kept up a knocking, swirling motion against the nub of her clit.

  The orgasm came more slowly this time. She had an eternity of feeling it building around the periphery of her awareness, driving her onto his hand, gasping into Liza’s mouth, flexing her thigh to create the most wonderful shivery little motions in the other woman. She felt Liza’s nipples twisting into diamond hard points and reached down between them again, stroking her body, feeling her turn and ache and cry out.