0 comments/ 29102 views/ 0 favorites In Some Challenges, Everybody Wins By: humblyyours He loved driving at night with little to no traffic to worry about, especially on this long arrow straight 6 lane boulevard, his favorite stretch of road in all of Kansas City. Waiting for the stoplight to turn green, Arthur smiled to himself. His Mistress's e-mail said to be at Her home precisely at 7PM and that he was to bring only one perfect red rose this time for Her to enjoy. His hand touched the box where the flower lay carefully wrapped with thin crinkled white florist paper to help preserve and maintain it's intended beauty. She especially like red roses. He blushed, remembering how She often gauged the color of his discipline with the shade of the red roses he brought for Her when allowed to visit, as he was this very evening. Listening to the silence of the night Arthur heard the pitch of tuned exhaust grow louder behind him. Looking in his rear view mirror he saw the lipstick red Supra slow then stop next to him. Calmly looking to his left, Arthur tried to peer into the blacked out passenger window of the turbo car but only saw the reflection of his warmed over black C5 Vette instead of who might be inside. The traffic was quickly passing in front of them as he rolled down his window to calculate and listen, trying to detect if the Supra was another wannabe stocker or if modified to perform and surpass the obvious appearance updates of it's oversized OZ wheels and Nitto tires. Arthur listened to the twin ash cans rumble, the twin high lift cams obviously tuned for more than just the mundane travels from point A to point B. Smiling to himself his right foot slowly moved downward then blipping the throttle three times, challenging whomever the driver was behind the dark glass of the car sitting next to him. The adrenaline rush began, slowly growing, building, pumping wildly throughout his body. Slipping the shifter into first, he waited. His heartbeat growing louder and louder in his ears. His hand on the shifter perfectly poised. His left foot planted firmly on his clutch pedal, ready to instantly release. Arthur could see the opposite direction signal shield turn yellow then red. He knew the arrows for right turn then left turn was next. He had been been here before many times, learning the sequence of the signal light while finding this particular intersection was favored by others who enjoyed a challenging circumstance or two. Suddenly he remembered Her words to quit acting like a teenager and to NOT race again but, how he loved this heat of the moment rush while quickly locking away Her warning to try to observe the next time, not today. Besides how would She ever know, he thought. She couldn't control every little passion in his life, especially his need for speed now could She, he rationalized to himself? He loved street racing at night, especially when there was something worthy to challenge. Looking straight ahead, left hand positioned at eleven-o-clock, gripping the leather wrapped steering wheel, right hand at ready to pull and push hard through the gears, tach rising, testing the engines tuned perfection to launch at his Vettes sweet spot where traction is perfect and spin is minimal. All was at ready he thought, his smile quickly replaced with intense determination, lowering the RPM to idle again. The left turn arrow was finally glowing as traffic crossed in front of them. Blipping his throttle again three times, the challenge was finally understood then accepted as he heard the Supras RPM quickly rise then fall. He had never raced a twin Turbo Supra before but from what he read and observed in the past, with a good driver this just might be an interesting race. Arthur smiled as he looked at the Supra. He saw through the corner of his left eye the reflection of the left traffic signal on it's fender when it turned from green to yellow then to red. He always did his homework. He knew it was exactly fifteen seconds for the signal to turn from yellow to red followed by five seconds of waiting before his lanes signal would turn green. Positioning his hips back further into the bucket seat Arthur pushed it's electric switch forward, moving the seat just a few inches forward, feeling the shoulder belt tightening on his chest giving him better control instead of simple comfort. He waited, ready to row the shifter as his eyes looked for Cops and approaching traffic in their lane ahead or behind that would nix this race. All was clear. The rush hour traffic had dispensed hours ago. They were completely alone for more than five blocks in both directions. How he loved this little wait. How he enjoyed this little match of being a part of the machine, the balance within the challenge of a good race with the perfection of controlling how well his Corvette performs. For a second he listened to the little voice in his mind whispering, "don't do this Arthur," but the words were soon overwhelmed by the rising RPM of the Supra. Just one more race he thought, just one more, now bringing the Vettes RPM to 3200, knowing from past races no wasted tire slip was key to a C5's successful launch. Adrenaline charged his body towards greater intensity to win. And the light turned green. Dumping the clutch, feeling the Vette catapult forward, the needle on the tach suddenly at 7000 RPM, perfectly timing the clutch while yanking the shifter back into second gear, a slight sideway motion of his car as the tires hooked, right foot firmly on the floor, hand steering the wheels to the left, centering car to the middle of the lane. Looking out of the corner of his eye Arthur saw the Supra hanging with him, almost as if they had never moved from the intersection. Grinding his teeth with determination the tach was again at 7000 RPM, shoving the shifter into third gear, feeling the tires spin then suddenly grip the road. The left fender of the red Supra slowly moving backwards before shifting into third, then inching slightly forward to stay in the race. The Corvette speedometer needle read 100 MPH and climbing as Arthur yanked the shifter into fourth, slowly pulling ahead a fender length then quickly loosing sight of the Supra when suddenly... as if time had stopped the Supras tail lights were in front of him, twin yellowish blue flames from it's exhaust announcing the greater power effected from the spent nitrous fumes exiting the huge tips. Arthur's thumb pushed the button on his shifter, feeling the force of 150 extra horsepower slamming him back further into the seat, holding on, trying to adjust the sudden sideways slippage of the the Vette to stay in the center of his lane, quickly spanking the insolence of the unknown driver beside him again. Tunnel vision overwhelmed his senses as his eyes saw the green stoplight ahead slowly blink to yellow. Frantically he remembered how the lights timing was different than where they started only 10 seconds before but the Supra wouldn't let up, was still next to him. It now was more a game of chicken, who would let up first, who would be first to accept defeat than a street race. Closer the intersection came towards them. Was her 100% sure that the yellow light changed to red in thirteen seconds, or was it only ten? Accept the loss Arthur his little voice screamed in his mind before it's too late, his thumb quivered on the nitrous button and right foot tingling in unison with his undeciveness to quit or to continue. Still edging past the Supra Arthur let off of the NOX button and the accelerator, watching the lipstick red car pass, it's twin ashcans thundering, almost with a roar of envisioned laughter at his defeat. Downshifting and again another downshift while quickly balancing the RPM and brakes while quickly slowing his speed from over 130 MPH to a more urban speed. Arthur watched the light turn red a full two seconds before the Supra completed passing through the intersection. Slowing to a stop he sat there motionless, inhaling the sweetly acrid mixture of spent nitrous and gasoline, listening to the Vettes exhaust idling normally while also waiting for his heart to also become normal again. Breathing a deep sigh Arthur wondered if he should have kept racing or if accepting his loss as his just rewards for going against his Mistresses words. The Supra was more than two blocks away then it turned left, completely out of his sight, it's exhaust pitch winding higher with forward motion then soon quieted into the dark night. His head pounded from the effects of the adrenaline rush slowly dissipating. Arthur slid the seat back a few inches and tried to relax. Turning the radio on he punched up the oldies station where the DJ's "rocked" and music was filled with the "old stacks of wax" recordings of popular artists from his youth. "I could have won," he said out loud to himself, pounding his left hand into the steering wheels leather. Dead Mans Curve was playing loudly through the bose speakers. Somehow tonight's race related to that old cut. There could have been innocent people hurt tonight. It could have ended differently if he pushed the Vette harder. He might have won the race but could have lost if something terrible might have happened in the intersection. That little voice in his mind was right and he was wrong. He knew that he had to tell his Mistress that he broke his promise to Her. He knew She would be very disappointed with him but prayed that She would somehow forgive his error. Pushing the clutch down Arthur slid the shifter into first, waiting for the light to turn green. This intersection was different than the last. He didn't look into the rearview mirror hoping for another challenge this time. The light finally changed to green as Arthur left. Slowly this time without any rush while allowing him a chance to formulate how he should tell his Mistress about tonight. "Well good evening Arthur, come in sweetie," She said, smiling as he handed Her the flower box. Closing the door She took his elbow and led him to Her living room. The fireplace was glowing on the well polished oak floor and the burning wood helped flavor the warm, cozy setting. "Sit next to me hon while I look inside this very intriguing box," She said, patting the off white leather of Her divan, cradling the yet opened flower in Her right arm. Sitting down Arthur felt the warmth of Her thigh now resting next to his. She was his age and very pleasing to his eyes. Many times and in many ways he had enjoyed the fullness of bountiful, Womanly beauty. He loved the delicious wonders of Her hug and the humor within Her voice when they were together. Many times he had been pulled over Her thighs with playful disciplinary pleasures in mind. They shared so much as friends and as Mistress and submissive. She had helped him in many ways grow strong within his submissive heart while maintaining the strength, intensity and caliber of his inherent masculinity. Only once had She used Her laps warmth for a tool while delivering punishment, transferring the strength of Her resolve to his upturned cheeks for Arthur to mend a terrible error in his judgment. That was so long ago he thought to himself, so hoping it wouldn't happen again tonight when he told Her about the race. Her thigh moved closer to his as She opened the box. "AHHH, it's beautiful Arthur," She said, gently lifting the long stemmed rose into the subdued light of the room. "A perfect rose from my sweet, perfect boy," She continued, turning towards him, softly kissing his cheek. She wickedly smiled as he quickly blushed from Her boldness, Her secretly enjoying how he shivered slightly from the pleasure of Her lips. "I think the black vase would be beautiful with this special rose in it, don't You think sweetie," She said, knowing that he knew that was his que for them to begin this nights mysteries. Standing he smiled down at Her. "Yes Ma'am, it would look lovely i think also," Gently taking the rose by it's stem, Arthur walked to the kitchen to find the vase. As he looked he listened to the beginnings of one of the sensual sounding CD's they both enjoyed listening to, especially when they played. Standing on his tip toes he reached the black tuliped vase with his hand. Retrieving it he lowered the rose home into it's depths. As he slowly filled it with water Arthur worried about how he will tell Her about tonight. He truly didn't want to upset Her or possibly destroy tonight's mood of pleasures but his honor was at stake to not withhold any errors from Her, a promise he would always keep. Arthur found Her smiling with Her eyes closed as he sat next to Her. Once again they listened as Sinatra sang, His thoughts about how Chicago was a special kind of town almost ended. Arthur placed the vase carefully on the coffee table and waited. He turned towards Her, blushing deeper than the perfect rose he brought Her while waiting for his Mistress to open Her eyes when the song ended. Questions bantered back and forth in his mind. "Do i tell Her now? Do i wait for a better moment when She has found pleasure with me? ... or, Should i get it over with and just tell Her when the song is done?" Sinatra sang of the "razzmatazz" that Chicago offers as Her hand sought his, squeezing his hand lightly then placing them in Her lap. "If i only had listened and heeded the little voice of warning ," Arthur thought to himself, remembering the race strangely then mixing with the oddly increasing roar of an approaching cars exhaust, suddenly now blipping then stopping outside Her home. Sinatra's song was ending as He watched Her relax more fully into the divan. Within the silence of one ending song segue into the next Arthur quietly said he had something to say and how he hoped She would not be angry with him. She opened Her eyes, looking softly into his, sitting a bit upright and squeezed his hand. "Of course, tell me Arthur what's troubling you honey," She replied, patting his thigh with Her free hand. Continuing She told him how they always can work things out within honesty and the trust they always shared. Just as Arthur was about to say how he had broken a promise to Her, someone was suddenly knocking three times on Her door. "Tell you what honey, why don't You fix us a cold drink while i answer the door, ok?" as they both stood up. Laughing She smacked his rump, saying something about how he's always the gentleman and to not keep a Lady waiting too long to quench Her thirst. They separated at the hallway, Her towards the door, him towards the bar. Listening to Her laughing at the door with another Woman, Arthur quickly made Her a Tom Collins and for him a Chivas neat. He walked to the door to stand with his Mistress and to maybe listen so he might understand what was going on. They laughed almost identically, both with the sensual gusto of strong, intelligent Women. It was obvious to him that both knew each other, judging from the way they kept hugging each other so close. Their infectious, smiling voices overwhelmed Arthur who now began to smile warmly towards them both. "Honey this is Kia, an old friend of mine from college who i haven't seen in years," She said, smiling broadly at him. "And Kia, this is my sweet little friend Arthur whom I've grown quite fond of over the last four years." Bowing slightly he offered Her his hand, quietly shaking Hers and then accepted Her coat over his arm. Following them to the living room arthur set the coat over a chair and then put the drinks on the coffee table. Before turning to close the door he asked Kia if She would care for anything to drink? "Yes honey, how about another of whatever Tess is drinking please," She said, quietly gauging his perfect manners as a sign of excellent training sometime in his life. turning quickly towards the door Arthur also thought She must be somewhat like his Mistress Tess, quite used to being served by men, possibly others like himself. Walking outside for a quick breath of air then turned to go back inside but the shine of the lipstick red Supra sitting in Her driveway stopped him in his tracks. Shaking his head, thinking this was some kind of twisted deja-vu, Arthur slowly walked towards the car, recognizing the special OZ wheels and as he walked the the rear of the car he shivered when seeing the twin huge exhaust tips protruding from back. He couldn't believe his eyes, rubbing them twice then re examining the Supra, him in awe that the driver who beat him tonight was his Mistress's friend Kia. Walking back into the house Arthur closed the door and quickly walked to the bar to make the drink then blushed profusely while serving Her. She smiled almost whimsically saying that when a man blushes She almost always wants to know what's on his mind. Arthur's eyes grew huge like saucers, apologized for being so long with her drink and then sat quickly in the lazy boy close to the fire. "He's a cutie Tess, i can see why You like him," She said, sipping Her drink, intensely looking at him, smiling wickedly between sips. "Oh to be a little mouse, to run away and hide," he thought. Shivering once again seeing Kia still looking towards him, Arthur turned his attention to stoking the fire, seeing it needed another log. Bending to the cut wood he placed it on the pile of almost spent log and glowing embers below, turning it just so with the tool for an even burn. Kneeling there he listened to their conversations of college, enjoyable past experiences and then of their lives now more perfectly in tune within the directed pleasures that dominant Women enjoy. "MMMM, he has nice curves Tess," Kia said, her words mixed with the ease of comfortably teasing Her friend. "Yes my sweetie does at that Kia but i especially enjoy how his cheeks quiver and blush while over my lap." They laughed knowing that he was listening and enjoyed watching Arthur tense, unknowingly squeezing his cheeks tight. His Mistress wickedly smiled, wondering if he was enjoying their conversation, hoping was he a touch embarrassed by the boldness of their words about him, not directed towards him. In any case She had trained him well and was very proud of her boy. Arthur turned from the fire seeing the two Women's eyes smiling down at him from the divan. As he took his place on the lazy boy he tried his best to look innocent, posture straight, feet planted firmly on the floor, arms resting comfortably in his lap. He felt the familiar stirring of his manhood slowly growing, effected by Their smiles within the suddenly silent room. He felt strangely overwhelmed by their eyes, almost as if they were looking into him also greatly effecting his libido. His Mistress's beautiful face complimented by Her friend Kia. One well tanned, one delicate but obviously well maintained, twins of a sort in observing nature beauty. It was very obvious to him that each were perfectly comfortable with their age, their intelligence, personality and individuality. In many ways he found them both quite appealing but also they made him feel more than he ever should. A challenge of sorts, quickly remembering the Supra, the race, his loss. "Why in the hell did i have to think about that," his mind argued as they continued smiling at him. "Oh my, i HAVE to tell Her but is tonight the right night, especially since the driver he lost to was Kia," his mind again whispered. "Oh to be a mouse," his mind said, wishing to slink away, sadly knowing that he can't. Caught between a rock and a hard place Arthur thought, sitting even more straight than he was. As if on que his Mistress Tess asked Arthur to tell Her what had been troubling him a few minutes ago. "Come sit with us also Arthur so I can hear you more clearly," She said, still smiling with two pairs of eyes mysteriously twinkling. Arthur shivered as he stood, slowly walked to the divan as they separated for him to sit between them. Rounding the coffee table he gingerly sat down, thigh to thigh, warm and cuddly in a different circumstance. Suddenly he felt small, like a little child, almost insignificant while sitting between them. In Some Challenges, Everybody Wins "Tell me now honey, what's bothering you tonight." Turning to face Her Arthur spoke in a big burst of humble words, he quietly talked to Her in one very long sentence, no breath, no boldness of lies or excuses ... just a simple truth in order to finally get it over with. Taking a deep breath, he began. "Tonight while coming to you i broke my promise and street raced and i knew i shouldn't but i did and i really enjoyed it but i lost and i am so sorry for not following my promise but i didn't and i'm so SORRY Mistress Tess Ma'am and i could have hurt someone by racing and i will NEVER do that again." Inhaling deeply he bowed his head in shame. So silent was the room. He wished She would say something, anything, yell at him, swear at him for breaking his promise, ANYTHING, please say something his mind screamed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt good for not lying or stretching the truth to try to somehow smooth over what he had done. It was good that Arthur was honest Tess thought to Herself. She already thought She knew what happened, taking the cell phone call earlier from Kia after the race but now She was assured that the driver of the black Corvette was Her submissive. She felt his thigh muscles tensing and relaxing against hers in tune to the flexing of his jaw line as She watched his deeply blushing, emotion filled sad face. She knew he was truly sorry but he broke his promise to Her. As they had agreed previously that to break a promise is really a lie, something She would not accept, something that is punishable, something that also made Tess quite sad to inflict on this boy who She had grown very fond of. Quietly sipping her drink she then asked Kia "What she thought she should do to help him to honor his broken promises." Kia also had felt Arthur's thigh heat, tensing and relaxing and had watched as his neck turned a deep crimson red while he blurted out his sorrow. In a way She felt a little responsible because She accepted his challenge but she then replied "A broken promise from a child is one thing, but man who breaks his promises has a real problem and I think needs some help to never do that again. That's what I think Tess, but i was a part of this and should accept some responsibility. I am very sorry Tess that his broken promise had anything to do with me." Arthur turned to Kia in awe of what she said. If he knew that the driver was a Woman he would have only smiled and said that she had a very nice car, give her a thumbs up, NEVER would he challenge a Woman to anything, let alone a street race. "Kia, I think you are one heck of a driver Ma'am. Jeez, you beat me fair and square," Arthur replied. "It was a promise that I broke, not yours and although i am very humbled by the kindness of what you just said, please know that you have no reason to apologize for anything that happened tonight. So please Ma'am, I humbly apologize for ever challenging you. I would never do that to a Woman." Kia smiled, seeing his honesty shine so brightly in defense of her. She felt impressed with his words and his humility while addressing her, even more so because of the seriousness of his actions in breaking a promise to his Mistress. "Tess I think a warming is due as penance for breaking his promise to you," She said, patting his thigh. "Then maybe an even more intense spanking with one of your hairbrushes, you do STILL use hairbrushes don't you sis, if you don't i have one in my purse?" Tess wickedly laughed, "Of course i do Kia, what would a good Mistress ever do without the basics," she teased back to her friend. Patting his thigh She stood, pulling Arthur by the hand up to his feet to stand next to her. Taking his face gently into her hands She kissed Arthur on the lips then whispered in his ear to get the hairbrush off her dresser and come back quickly to her. He almost ran to her bedroom, his heart again pounding wildly in his ears, finding happiness that her kiss signified that she was not truly angry but WAS disappointed. Finding the brush exactly where she said it was, Arthur turned back and almost ran back to her, gently placing the brush in her hand. She sat down next to Kia, close but not touching. "Arthur you will need to move the coffee table towards the fireplace and then stand directly in front of me," which he did with little effort. Standing at attention he began blushing profusely as his Mistress unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them to the floor. He stood there suddenly erect, very ashamed from the embarrassment of what was happening to him. His eyes on the wall behind the divan, knowing they were looking and watching him. The room was silent, filled with only the crackling of the fire. He wished for the sensual sounds of one of Her CD's so it would help him to better concentrate to be calm while accepting his punishment but the music was soon silenced after telling her of his error. "Look at me Arthur," Tess said sternly. "I'm so disappointed with you tonight. My surprise to know Kia was in town has been greatly lessened because of your actions. i hate punishing you but I will all though it will be tempered with love and thankfulness that you found the courage to tell me the truth and did not add a lie to a lie, one for breaking your promise and thankfully the other that was never spoken from your lips. You know I worry about you, especially because I know your car is much more than you should ever have since you have that terrible flaw to street race. You could have killed someone Arthur! You could have killed yourself tonight! You could have also taken my dear friend Kia with you! I love you honey but right now Arthur, I'm ashamed of you for breaking your promise to me. You have broken a trust that hurts me deeply. How can i ever trust you sweetie when something simple like street racing obviously means more to you than our relationship? Do you respect me Arthur? Do you not want me to care for your safety like I think I should? Are you still just a little teenage boy in your mind Arthur? Street racing is dangerous honey, don't you know that? I'm so disappointed in you tonight." It grew so silent then. Nothing hurts worse than silence when in trouble he thought. Arthur continued looking deep into the intensity of Her eyes. "So tell me what you feel about all of this Arthur, I want to know how I can trust your word again and please sit down on the floor, you're giving me a crick in my neck" Arthur quickly tried to sit down, almost loosing his balance because of his pants locked around his ankles but finally he managed a wildly leg spread stance, thankful that his erection had gone away during Her lecture. Formulating an excuse was never an issue but his honesty of his reply was. He frantically searched for perfect words to help build her trust. His eyes began tearing as he finally softly spoke to her. "Ma'am, it's so hard for me to know that i have hurt a Woman, especially someone who i respect, honor and trust. I value you Mistress Tess and I, Ma'am I just don't know what I would do without your lead. I know that I have made a terrible, terrible mistake tonight and I don't have the perfect words to help you know how ashamed I am of myself. I'm better than that Ma'am, I'm not a liar and NEVER my intention to lie, especially to you ... but I did and I'm so very sorry that I've hurt my sweet friend and Mistress. I really screwed up and I am so very sorry that in doing what i did, I've caused you to be sad." Dropping his head slowly to his chest Arthur looked so dejected like a broken hearted little boy, his heart breaking from the shame he brought upon himself. Tess leaned forward and ruffled his hair with her fingers then lightly choming, signifying that she was sharing his pain and to give him a little touch of hope. Cupping his chin with her hand she gently pulled his face upwards so she could look into his eyes and feel assured that his softly whispered words were true. But her question still lingered. How can i trust this sweet man? Still looking deeply into his eyes she decided to give him one more chance, again trusting him to be true and then quietly told him to step out of his trousers and stand up again in front of her. "Arthur, you know that i hate punishing you but it's now a necessity to give up both closure so we can go on. Come closer Arthur and raise you arms like a good boy. That's it now i want you to look into my eyes so you will know that i still care for you. Arthur looked through his tears, seeing his sweet Mistress looking back at him. Then she pulled him very close to her and gave him a warm hug before she pulled his underpants. Step out of them Arthur so we can begin. Lifting one leg then the other Kia silently smiled now seeing that he was fully shaved smooth, happy that Tess finally discovered and was obviously enjoying a greater pleasure when a man has no pubic hair to work around during play. Tess hugged him again more closely to her as She said why she wanted him to not hold back emotions from her tonight and if he needed to, to not be afraid of crying. She explained that she must know how effective his punishment was being accepted. "Yes Ma'am, I will not hold this time because i trust you and i love you for leading me and I'm so sorry for what i've done. She released him and told him to stand at Kia's side then to lay down fully, equally positioned on their laps. They helped him comfortably center himself between their thighs while positioning themselves for an easier reach during his punishment. Kia opened his legs and put his right one behind her while wrapping her left leg around his for better stability incase he suddenly moved out of her control. She was surprised at the smoothness of his skin and almost asked Tess if she also shaved his legs and butt then remembered that a redheads body hair is sometimes down soft and many times almost invisible without closely looking. She felt his leg muscles constrict tightly behind her back and under her leg. "Relax Arthur, this will be over soon," She softly said. "Hon, a mans word is his bond you've said many times to me. I believed that you hold that paramount in your life just as i know your promise to your wife has always been honored when we are together. I respect you Arthur for that. i wanted you to know that, but I also want you to remember this punishment for the rest of your life" his Mistress said applying the first smack on his pink cheeks, then another and another, building strength and intensity with each spank, alternating from one upturned cheek to another. She always marveled at how his butt cheeks quivered and vibrated like they had a mind of their own when they played as she was doing now while punishing him. She felt his arm wrap around her leg, holding her tightly, embracing her with trust that she would not injure him tonight. The warming soon turned into a glowing red heat as his Mistress applied even more power, spanking new areas of his cheeks and inner thighs. The pain was terrible, especially on the virgin areas inside of his legs. Trying to close them was useless because of how Kia had arranged herself between. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more his Mistress stopped spanking then slowly began to softly rub his heated flesh with her hand. "Lift yourself up Arthur," Tess said, "I need to move closer to Kia so i can continue." A bit shaky he did his best to raise his chest from her lap, feeling her slide directly under his stomach, just above his maleness as Kia moved further towards his ankles, his feet again secured by her. Oh how he wished to rub his cheeks but he knew that was not allowed when they play so it definitely was NOT allowed when he was being punished. His Mistress began rubbing his butt once again but un benownst to Arthur, she was rubbing with the back of her brush. It felt cool to his heated skin and almost pleasurable in a way. Rolling over his cheeks like a little toy truck rolls over a floor, the brush seemed to touch everything quite warm below his waist and then she began again. Hard, crisp strikes creating lines of pain. Each applied with perfect accuracy below the other, not overlapping but joining the previous strike. Arthur's body jolted within his pain. Each line started at the top of his widely stretched cheeks down to the middle of his thigh, then back again to the top for a new line to commence. With each crack of the brush Arthur sounded, at first muted little muffled whimpers of pain then growing louder and louder as the lines formed and continued. Each blow reigned down with the full strength of Tess's arm as Arthur began to scream out his sorrow, begging for her forgiveness and begging for her to stop. From stem to stern Tess continued with force, intensity and vigor. Line after line on his rear, up and then downward to his thighs. His bucking and pitching movements were well controlled by Kia and Her to keep his body planted for each strike of the brush. Laying over their lap became very intense as were his sounds of sorrow within his pain. She knew her brush strokes hurt him terribly as she gauged his pain by the deeply crimson lines on his cheeks. He began crying like a baby, long tearful wails with tears flowing and dry garbled cries of his sorrow for breaking his promise. She knew it was time for his punishment to end, slowing diminishing her arms motion over his now puffy deeply red cheeks now Spanking only the crown of each swollen mound rather than completing the lines past drawn. With quick staccato spanks, left then right, left then right, each of them perfectly applied on top of the other. The last ten on his butt were strong but not forceful, each with the brush pushing flatly then holding on the spot for five seconds before applying the next. Finally his punishment was over. Setting the brush on the arm of the divan, Tess cuddled him with her arms, lightly caressing his back and neck with her fingers. His sobbing was deep and long but filled with sorrow for his actions rather than of the pain he was feeling. She knew he was sorry and now only wanted to hold him close to her, slowly soothing away his tears. Quietly she whispered how much she cared for him, worried about him and that she hoped to never, ever have to punish him again. Reaching behind the divan Tess picked up a bottle of lotion, squeezed a large puddle into her hand and then slowly massaged the cooling ointment into his puffy cheeks while telling him he's doing fine. "Honey I know you're hurting, try to relax while I take some of the fire away." His sobbing lessened, breathing slowed to normal as her fingers and hand slowly smoothed his skin. She inspected every inch of his thighs and cheeks while applying her lotion with soft, sensual ease. She was satisfied there were no skin breaks or open abrasions anywhere, just hot skin under her fingers. After a time of his silence, knowing he now calm, they helped him off of their laps to his Knees on the floor. Tess moved to him and held him very close to her, whispering in his ear that she accepted his apology and that all was again well with them. Kia watched and listens to her friend Tess and Arthur. Their words of shared care and warm embrace filled love, compassion and renewed trust caused her to smile to herself, knowing that with challenges, sometimes everyone wins.