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Chapter Five
As Karen started playing with me again, my modesty clouded my judgment, "But what if they come back? They'll see us!"
"Well don't worry your pretty little head sweetheart. It's nothing Anneca hasn't seen before, but before you jump to any conclusions about them coming back, let's slow way down. I want you to open up your senses. What do you hear right now?"
I had to admit, my brain was in overdrive trying to process this cacophony of stimulation: touch, sound, the sight and the sweet smells of my Mistress and … uh … my own pussy. The autonomous region of my brain had been picking all this up at some level, I'm sure. But for the most part, I was on auto-pilot, responding reflexively to her fingers and mouth and breath all over me, all at once. I had not been hearing much of anything except the pounding of my heart and my panting.
"Sounds like someone is getting a spanking," I finally realized.
"Yes, your sweet Jane is getting her cute little butt spanked. Why do you suppose that is?"
"She didn't obey Anneca, did she? She ran away," I remembered.
"Yes, now really listen, and picture it," she instructed. "Now tell me."
I tried to make it out. "I think it's a … yes, I'm sure she's getting a bare handed spanking. I can hear lots of muffled crying and what sounds like a scuffle or arms and legs flailing around." That was my guess.
"Good girl." Very perceptive. "Yes, your Jane is getting a classic over-the-knee spanking. Anneca's left hand is pinning Jane's sweet little tummy down over her lap, and her right is doing the damage. And that pretty little mouth of Jane's has some kind of gag in it, panties or something. If they're panties, I know they're the ones Anneca was just wearing," she said with a great deal of amusement. "I know Anneca well. I don't need to see it. I also can hear Jane resist, but wouldn't any helpless little girl in her situation. Anneca can certainly work a girl over. And by now, Jane's sweet little pussy is dripping wet. I would bet money on that. Like I said, I know Anneca. Her fingers like to travel. Listen to how long Anneca waits between strokes. Imagine what she's doing with those long fingers of hers during those pauses. Imagine what it would feel like if it my hand were on your ass, between your legs, during that time."
Ohmygawd, my sweet Mistress knows how to play with my mind and my body. I don't have to imagine for long, as I start to feel her strong lively fingers snaking down to my bottom. She continues to kiss and play with me for a while and I am more than willing, as everything continues to build for me. I am hypersensitive by now, panting, and lay in wait and anticipation.
"Dear, there's something you'd like to show me, isn't there?" she asks.
Oh no, here it comes, my moment of truth. She wants me to offer myself, not hold back, give her what she's been waiting for. I'm blushing more than ever and I'm trying very hard to disappear by burying my face in that small space where the back of the sofa meets the seat. I'm on my back, knees bent pointing up, and now squeezing them together. I start to rock a bit. I don't know what to do.
"Katrina, dear," as she lifts and moves my legs out of the way to get at my ass. Smack! "Did you lose your hearing suddenly?" Smack! These were no longer little love taps.
I'm really rocking hard now and start to cry. I'm so ashamed that I'm being such a baby. I know what she wants. I want it too. But I'm shaved like a little girl and it's so shaming to me. Why can't I show her, give her what she wants?
"Come on little girl. Let me help you. Here, put your hands right here," as she places them under my knees, between my calves and hamstrings. "Now, my sweet baby, lift," and she slowly pushes my knees towards my chest. "You know you want to show me, don't you? Or would you rather be over my knee, like your Jane in the other room?"
Well, if she's going to put it that way. Still it's so hard for me, and so humiliating. I start to pull as she pushes back and outward. I started to get scared again and she lightly slaps the back of my thighs as they are rising, to get me over the hump, as it were. Ok, I going to do it and show her everything, in all my shame. I pull my knees back to either side of my breasts and there I am, as exposed as I've ever been in my life. I feel like such a cunt. "Here," I croak, keeping my head turned away, eyes shut tight.
"Oh my, how lovely," she coos, as she begins to stroke me ever so softly.
Karen began fucking me once again … well, that's really not the right way to put it at all … my sweet Mistress was loving me. And she was using everything at her disposal: her sensuous mouth, those strong fingers, that incredible strapon driven by her powerful body … long deep strokes … , her knowledge of a woman, where to touch, what to kiss and when, teasing me with her words, driving me to ever greater pleasure. I felt sooo sexy squirming under her, her hot breath in my ear, her needing only one of those strong hands to hold both my wrists above our heads, freeing her other to play. She even released one of my hands so I could touch her, our fingers intertwining with the other. I was almost giddy to be allowed run my free hand along the curve of her lower back and touch her firm ass. I felt so proud when that caused her to quiver. I vowed to be the best lover I could possibly be for her.
During all this passion she whispers in my ear, "listen to your sweet Jane moaning in there. Anneca is consummating their relationship … you know what I mean my dear girl … she is fucking your girlfriend … fucking her silly. I told you not to worry about them coming back. She will be tied up with Anneca for hours," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "and when they come back, your Jane she will belong to Anneca."
"Oh god," I groaned. The thought of belonging to someone, me belonging to Karen, Jane belonging to Anneca, made me weak and even wetter. What on earth could be better than that? … such sweet surrender.
I was so overwhelmed at this point, with Karen bringing me to the edge over and over, then backing off each time. I was ready to scream for her to finish me. "Please," I moaned, wanting it so much that it hurt.
She looked down at me with such a sweet hint of a smile, then delicately placing a single finger on my lips, and leaning close to my ear, she whispered so softly, "hush little baby … did you really think I would forget about you?"
The end.
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