Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Six strokes,” Sharon instructed. “Make them count.”
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. The memory of my own punishment was still searing through me, but now I understood. This was what real discipline felt like. This was what Mandy needed—what we both needed.
I raised the paddle and brought it down hard across Mandy’s upturned bottom. The crack echoed through the room, followed immediately by Mandy’s anguished cry. I didn’t hesitate before delivering the second stroke, just as hard as the first.
Mandy’s screams filled the air as I continued, each swat leaving angry red welts across her pale skin. By the fourth stroke, she was sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking. But I didn’t let up. I couldn’t. I understood now what true correction meant.
The final two strokes were the hardest yet. Mandy wailed, her legs kicking helplessly as the paddle connected. When I finished, her bottom was a blazing scarlet, crisscrossed with vivid welts.
“What do you think, Stuart?” Sharon asked.
I heard the answer as if from a hundred miles away.
“Very good,” my boss said, his voice rich with satisfaction. “You’ve learned well, Melissa.”
I set the paddle down, my hands shaking. Sympathy, embarrassment, and excitement all mingled inside me as I felt myself clench at the sight of what I had done. Punishing Mandy properly had awakened that primal need in me—not a desire to dominate, really, but a deeper understanding of my own submission.
My eyes widened, then, as Sharon abruptly began to strip down to her own lingerie—a black lace bra and garter set that emphasized her toned body. She moved to the cabinet and my heart missed a beat as I watched her retrieve a strap-on harness. I swallowed hard, glancing at Mandy to see that her eyes had gone wide too, as Sharon fit the straps around her hips with practiced ease.
“Now,” Sharon said, her eyes gleaming, “it’s time for you to learn what happens to naughty girls who overstep their bounds. Get up, Mandy; you’re going to watch Melissa get the butt-fucking I’ve wanted to give her since her outburst at orientation.”
She stepped toward me, and took hold of my upper arm. All resistance seemed to melt out of my limbs as I felt myself turned around to see that Mandy had risen, though as if in her confusion she had left her panties down so that I got a distracting glimpse of her sweet, bare pussy.
Sharon bent me over the table again, positioning herself behind me. I tried to look over my shoulder at Stuart or any of the other men, in a wild hope they might find it all too much, but Sharon put her hand on my head and turned my face forward, wordlessly forbidding any appeal.
“Spread your cheeks, you little slut,” she ordered. With a whimper I reached back. I took hold of my paddled cheeks. I bit my lip, my face flaring as I obeyed, thinking of Stuart’s, Bradley’s, John’s, and Victor’s eyes taking it all in.
Then I gasped as I felt the blunt head of the dildo, lightly lubed, pressing against my anus. Despite my fear, my body responded, a rush of wetness coating my inner thighs.
Sharon pushed inside slowly but relentlessly. I cried out at the burning stretch. My hands clutched so hard at my punished bottom that I followed the cry with another, at the pain in my ass cheeks as much as at the intrusion of the plastic cock. Sharon began to thrust it in and out, each movement sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through my body.
As Sharon fucked my ass, I became aware of Stuart moving closer. He had walked around the side of the table so that I could look up into his eyes and see his gorgeous face, beaming down a smile of satisfaction that sent a shudder of need through my body. I sobbed as he reached out his hand and ran his fingers through my hair, gently and soothingly, as if in consolation for my ordeal.
I gasped as Sharon’s thrusts slowed, her hand gripping my hip tightly. “Stuart,” she purred, “would you like a turn with this naughty girl’s ass?”
My eyes widened as I looked up at Stuart, my heart pounding. His fingers were still tangled in my hair, and I saw a predatory gleam in his eye that made me shiver.
“I’d love to,” Stuart replied, his voice low and husky. “But I think we can make this even more… educational.” His gaze shifted to Mandy, who was still standing nearby, her panties around her thighs and her punished bottom on display. “Melissa should learn what it’s like on both ends. I want her to fuck Mandy while I take her ass.”
I felt my face burn even hotter, if that was possible. The idea of being caught between Stuart and Mandy, of being used and using at the same time, sent a confusing rush of arousal through me. I had fantasized about it, yes, but…