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The Reluctant Domestic Ch. 02

By: North200



Author's note: if you're looking for a romantic story about nice people who love one another, this isn't it. This chapter contains non-consensual sexual behaviour. It is entirely fictional in all respects. This is the second of three chapters - reading them in sequence will add clarity. 

My thanks for the many comments, votes and emails on chapter one. All comments are welcome and sincerely appreciated.

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Hannah pulled her car into her driveway, turned off the engine and sat for a moment, trying to compose herself. Already her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, adrenaline super-charging her emotions. This was no ordinary kid-on-Christmas-Day kind of euphoria. This was something more intense, something all-encompassing, bordering on obsessive.

It was Friday.

Hannah knew that her slave Kay knelt just inside the front door, naked, collared and leashed. The very position that Hannah had demanded every Friday for the past three weeks. And Kay, pliant and docile, had never failed to obey. 

As she stepped out of the car, Hannah could feel her wet panties shift against her thighs and buttocks. She'd been in a near-constant state of arousal for the short time that Kay had been serving her. At first this had worried her - she was no lesbian, after all, so why should the prospect of Kay's servitude cause such a strong sexual reaction? After some thought, Hannah had concluded that it was the power itself she found intoxicating and arousing. The complete and uncontested hold she had over the older woman was a strong aphrodisiac. 

In her job as a project manager she could only nag and wheedle and pester and chase people to get them to follow the work plans she created. Her position allowed her to ask for - but not demand - cooperation and compliance. In short, she had accountability but no power.

But that changed on Fridays. A single word would send Kay scurrying to do her bidding, regardless of the task. No command had proven too demeaning, too humiliating or too exhausting for the submissive grade school teacher - although Hannah had occasionally been forced to remind Kay of the sexually explicit video. The video that could destroy Kay's marriage, career and reputation. And of course, the ever-present threat of adding painful strokes to her 'tally' was usually enough to ensure prompt obedience. 

Complete power, no accountability. The feeling of authority and control was a rush unlike any that Hannah had known in her twenty-nine years of life. It filled her thoughts at work and at home. She dreamed of it when she slept. 

She forced herself to walk slowly from the driveway to the front door. She was the Mistress; it was her right to take her time and Kay's place to wait on her arrival. She turned the key in the lock and took another deep, calming breath. It was important not to show any excitement or enthusiasm; such displays might be perceived as weakness and would undermine her superior position. 

She didn't know much about being a Mistress specifically, but she'd seen how the managers at her company wielded power and was confident that the techniques would translate well to her relations with Kay. All she had to do was to cast herself in the role of the boss, and the rest would flow naturally...

She stepped into the house and her gaze immediately came to rest on the prone, naked and voluptuous wife and mother. Eyes downcast, black leather collar secured, the end of the leash clenched in her teeth. Exactly as ordered. Hannah closed the door behind her and lifted first her right foot then her left so Kay could remove the high heels and place them neatly on the floor. 

"Prepare a massage." she said coolly. Kay quickly rose and hurried upstairs, the leather loop of her leash still in her mouth. Hannah set down her purse and sauntered upstairs to her bedroom. 

The routine of past weeks had allowed Kay to anticipate her Mistress' wishes. The comforter had already been stripped off the king-sized bed and soft towels laid down in its place. The shades were drawn over the windows to block out the early evening sun. Lavender-scented candles had been lit and Hannah inhaled deeply, enjoying the ambiance her slave had created for her. 

Kay arrived from the washroom bearing a bottle of lotion and several soft washcloths. Hannah stood impatiently as Kay placed the items on a night table and then knelt in front of her. The young Mistress reached down and took the end of the leash from her slave's mouth, thrilling at the surge of power that coursed through her at this simple act of dominance. She gripped it tightly.

"May I undress you Mistress?" Kay asked in a quiet voice. So well-trained; Hannah took pride in having brought the older woman to heel so thoroughly in just three weeks. 

The secret, as she'd often explained to her fiance, was to maintain a cool, strict demeanor at all times. That was how it was done in the business world - the best leaders maintained an aloof detachment from their inferiors. He had disagreed, but then he'd never been much of a success in business. If he would only listen to her he might be in management someday instead of merely a thirty-something software consultant. But she loved him despite his faults; it was through him that she'd come to enjoy Kay's domestic service.

Hannah nodded her consent and Kay rose and began to unbutton her navy blouse. It wasn't at all weird to be undressed by another woman; noble women had since ancient times used menial help to attend to such matters. It served to remind Kay of her proper place. And although the incidental contact caused Hannah's nipples to harden and stomach to flutter, this reaction was surely just a by-product of the thrill of domination.

Hannah had to drop the leash as the blouse came off. Her slave carefully set the garment aside to be hand-washed and ironed later.

Her white bra came off next. The first time Kay had undressed her, Hannah had felt some embarrassment over her erect nipples, but since then she'd put the matter out of her mind. They were both women after all and certainly her slave would never dare to comment upon it.

Kay knelt, unbuttoned and unzipped the slacks, then gently hooked her fingers in the waistline and drew them down the younger woman's legs and off. Finally the submissive teacher lowered the white, high-cut panties to reveal Hannah's wispy black pubic hair and puffy slit. Kay made no mention of the wetness or the strong, heady scent of Hannah's arousal. 

Naked at last, Hannah un-clipped Kay's leash and tossed it carelessly on the floor, then arranged herself face-down on the plush towels on the bed.

"If I fall asleep, continue the massage until seven-thirty, then draw my bath and wake me. Is that clear?" 

"Yes Mistress."

Hannah took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Kay's warm, oiled hands went to work. The right foot was first; her slave's fingers prodded, stroked and pressed, banishing the aches and fatigue of a long week of work. 

The instructional books and internet videos she had required Kay to study had paid off; the massage was relaxing and soothing. Not quite to the level of a professional massage, of course, but there was only so much instruction that Hannah could give in just a few weeks. And one evening per week left so little time to correct Kay's sometimes clumsy technique.

Hannah again felt a rise of resentment towards her fiance. She had demanded that Kay make herself available four or five nights per week, but he had been firm. Tuesdays and Fridays only. He said he was pushing it even at two nights per week, that any more frequently would surely expose Kay to discovery by her husband. He got Kay on Tuesday, Hannah got her on Friday. 

That argument had ended in a shouting match and three days of frosty relations.

Hannah loved her fiance dearly, but it was that lack of ambition that kept holding him back. A true leader was not afraid to take risks and demand sacrifices from the lesser people. She'd have to lead him by example.

Kay's hands now worked up Hannah's calves and the younger woman groaned in relief. Her slave had acquired some skill. The thought caused a swell of pride to mingle with the delicious tingles of pleasure from her legs. Hannah had never suspected that she'd be such an effective slave trainer but was justifiably proud of the results. She was a natural.

The hot hands worked their way slowly higher to her hamstrings, and Hannah parted her legs a little more to give Kay a better angle on the tense muscles there. As the fingers worked their way over her inner thighs Hannah could feel her pussy lips swell and her clit begin to pulse. 

She caught herself wondering for the first time how those slick fingers would feel on her engorged labia. It took some effort to dislodge the thought. Leave it to her fiance to choose tonight of all nights to go out with the boys! If he'd been paying more attention to her sexual needs, she obviously wouldn't be having these stray thoughts. The fingers worked higher, pressing her buttocks. Hannah found she missed the warm hands so close to her sex.

"Do my thighs more.' Hannah said. The words slipped out unexpectedly and it took her a moment to recover herself. "I mean...you're rushing the massage!. Add five to your tally." 

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry. My tally is now forty-eight." Kay replied dutifully. 

Was there a note of amusement in her slave's voice, or did she just imagine it? Was Kay mocking her owner's lack of self-control?

Flustered, Hannah took another deep breath and let it out slowly as Kay's fingers returned to her thighs and hamstrings. The craving quickly returned; the desire to feel those fingers on her most private flesh grew stronger as the moments passed. Hannah almost demanded it, but the idea of insisting on that kind of homosexual attention just seemed so...wrong. What would her fiance think if he discovered Kay was servicing her sexually?

Well...Kay had been servicing HIM sexually for two years, so he wouldn't be in any position to pass judgment.

In any case, Kay would surely refuse such an overtly sexual command from another woman. 

But wait - how dare she refuse ANY command? Kay's place was to serve her owners, not to pick and choose which orders to obey. And it was perfectly reasonable that a body slave should attend to bodily needs. 

Kay would simply require the correct training and motivation. Hannah chided herself for her earlier reservations, and for waiting until the third week of Kay's service to realize the mistake. It wasn't as if her slave would be 'making love' to her. Not at all. Kay would simply be providing a service appropriate to someone of her station. 

Hannah gave serious thought to the details of the training as Kay's fingers worked over her buttocks and lower back. As the sensations from those diligent fingers became less arousing and more relaxing, Hannah slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

****

"Mistress, please wake up. Your bath is ready." 

Hannah slowly climbed up out of a deep sleep and opened her eyes. Kay knelt next to the bed, a perfect picture of submissive obedience clad in only her black leather collar. The older woman wore an expression that Hannah found hard to read. Anxiety? Eagerness to please? Attentiveness? 

Hannah almost asked Kay how she felt, but caught herself. A true leader wouldn't inquire about such things. It would be seen as weakness.

Instead, Hannah slid her legs off the bed and stood up. She stretched her petite frame, deliberately flaunting her nudity in front of her slave, feeling wild and uninhibited and invincible.

"Your leash." she said, holding her hand down expectantly. Kay retrieved the leash from the floor, clipped one end to her collar and slid the leather loop at the other end into Hannah's waiting hand. The arousing rush of power returned as Hannah tightened her grip on the leather, and along with it a determination to teach her slave to satisfy all her owner's desires. After all, it was silly to allow narrow Victorian attitudes to dictate the extent of her slave girl's service. A body slave served the body. Anything less would be a waste of potential...and opportunity.

"Come." she said curtly, with a gentle tug on the leash for emphasis. Kay rose and followed silently behind her. It was a majestic feeling to lead the naked teacher around on a leash. Nothing at work or in life could compare with it. 

She entered the washroom to find a scented bubble bath waiting for her. Kay had even taken it upon herself to light a few candles around the bathroom to create a better atmosphere for her owner. Clearly, Hannah's training was producing the proper mindset in her slave.

Hannah tested the water with one foot and found it to be the perfect temperature - hot but not painfully so. She slowly lowered herself into the bathtub, immersing herself in the steaming, scented water. Her left hand still clutched the end of the leash, and when she was settled in the bath she gave a gentle downward tug.

"You may kneel on a folded towel." she instructed, gesturing at a pile of plush towels next to the bathtub. Kneeling on the hard bathroom tile would have been uncomfortable, and the candles had been such a lovely touch. Hannah prided herself on rewarding exceptional service.

"Thank you Mistress." Kay set a towel on the floor and made herself as comfortable as possible under the circumstances. 

"You've done well so far today." 

"I'm glad you're pleased."

Hannah let her muscles relax, feeling the heat from the water slowly seep into them. It was heaven. She luxuriated in silence for several long minutes, eyes closed.

"What's your tally again?" Hannah asked.

"Forty-eight, Mistress."

"In just three days? Why so high?" It had only been Tuesday evening that her fiance had delivered the fifty-one strokes that Kay had accumulated the past week. It had been the second time that Hannah had actively participated, and she had enjoyed wielding the spoon that evening. Enjoyed it a great deal.

There was a pause. Hannah knew it embarrassed Kay to discuss the intimate details of her marriage. But she also knew that with Kay, arousal accompanied embarrassment. 

"My husband was...pleased...by your fiance's instruction that I keep my pussy shaved." He had decided the previous week that shaved would look sexier than closely trimmed. Hannah couldn't help but agree with him.

"That got him going, did it?"

"Yes Mistress. He can't keep his fingers away from it. We've...made love...twice since Tuesday."

"But you didn't cum?"

"No. He was too quick the first time."

"And the second?"

There was another pause. 

"My tally is getting high. I didn't want to add another twenty for the orgasm."

"You're going to be sore next Tuesday night as it is."

"Those were my thoughts as well."

"Are you wet right now?" Hannah asked idly.

"Yes Mistress." Kay answered immediately. They both knew there was no need to check.

"Eager for a little release?" she teased.

"Yes....please?" the pleading tone in her slave's voice was undisguised.

"How long has it been?"

"The last time was...the week before last."

"I'll think about it."

"Thank you Mistress."

There was a prolonged silence as Hannah enjoyed the sensuous pleasure of the hot bath. After fifteen minutes she spoke.

"I'm almost done here. Take your leash off and fetch me a cup of olive oil from the kitchen and my razor with a new blade." 

Kay obeyed immediately, seemingly unfazed by the new and unusual instructions. Hannah closed her eyes and prepared herself for the next phase of Kay's training. Already she could feel the quiver in her belly and a tightness in her sex. Nothing in her experience could prepare her for what was to come. She knew it would be a true test of her skills as a Mistress.

Kay returned with the olive oil then retrieved the razor from a cabinet and attached a fresh blade. 

Hannah stood on a towel outside the bathtub while Kay gently dried her, then sat on the edge of the tub and raised her arms, resting her palms on top of her head. It was time to take things to the next level.

"Shave my underarms. Use the olive oil for lubrication." she said, locking her green eyes on Kay's brown ones, daring the older woman to challenge her.

Kay hesitated for only a moment.

"Yes Mistress." She knelt on the wet towel at Hannah's feet, dipped her fingers into the oil, then gently smeared it over the short stubble on both armpits. She picked up the razor and leaned in close for the first stroke.

"If you nick me I'll add fifty to your tally." Hannah warned.

"I won't, I promise. I'll be very careful."

Hannah closed her eyes as she felt the razor touch her, then slowly glide down over her skin. It tickled and sent delightful shivers through her chest. She could feel Kay's hot breath on the side of her breast as the slave leaned in for a better view. Kay rinsed the blade in the now-tepid bathwater, then applied a second stroke. Then a third. The shivers caused her nipples to swell and her breathing to quicken. She felt a hot flush suffuse the skin on her neck and chest and struggled to keep from squirming under the intense sensations.

She heard Kay shift to her other side and the strokes were repeated, each one slow and careful and delightful. She felt the tickle of her breath again as Kay bent closer to examine her work.

"Finished, Mistress."

"Well done. Clean the oil residue with your tongue." 

Hannah was pleased with the offhand tone she'd used to deliver the audacious command. She hadn't even opened her eyes.

There was a tense silence that lasted several moments. Hannah was preparing a sharp reprimand when she felt Kay's hot tongue touch the soft skin at the side of her breast and slowly slide upwards - a long, slow, heavenly lick that ended at her bicep.

The intimate contact caused Hannah to inhale sharply and bite back an appreciative groan. The nerves in her skin tingled as the wet tongue set them off. Another lick next to the first one. Was Kay breathing harder as well? The caress of her slave's breath on the thin skin of her underarm raised goosebumps all over. Her nipples felt hard and engorged; even untouched they throbbed urgently.

Hannah forced herself to remain still as waves of erotic pleasure rolled and rippled through her body, growing exponentially with every wet stroke of her slave's tongue. When Kay switched to the other armpit the change in sensation fanned the arousal higher. Hannah held her arms high, enjoying the personal attentions of her slave girl, reveling in her own rightful place as the Owner, the Mistress.

"Finished." Kay said quietly, and Hannah opened her eyes. Kay knelt back on her heels, blushing, running her tongue over oil-coated lips. Hannah recognized the look in the mature slave girl's eyes: humiliation, desire and anxiety blended together. A look that seemed to fuel a more aggressive dominance in her owner.

There was no going back; the sensations and emotions Hannah felt could never again be suppressed or denied. She would have this; take it; possess it. It was hers by right and she would brook no interference from anyone.

She sought to channel her lust into a further bold demand. Still sitting on the edge of the tub she spread her feet apart shoulder-width.

"Shave my legs the same way."

There was no hesitation now; her slave smoothed oil on both Hannah's legs from thigh to ankle, hot hands triggering an even hotter response from the younger woman's sopping sex. Smooth, efficient strokes of the razor wiped away most of the oil and all of the rough stubble. When Kay finally put down the razor, the slave was sex-flushed and breathing open-mouthed. Hannah had abandoned any pretense of dispassionate command and was panting and eager. The strong, sweet scent of feminine arousal filled the washroom, mingling with the perfumed bath oil.


The Reluctant Domestic Ch. 02



Without being asked, Kay lowered her head to Hannah's knee and stuck out her tongue.

"Eyes on me. Don't look away!" Hannah snapped.

Kay lowered her posture so she could lick while staring up into the green eyes of her owner. Hannah extended her leg and Kay, on her hands and knees, ran her hot tongue up the shin to the knee. 

While the sensation of having her underarms licked had been sharp and directly arousing, the sight and feeling of Kay's tongue on her leg triggered a different set of feelings. Looking down at the naked, shameless slave girl triggered an epiphany for Hannah. This was the natural order. This was where Hannah belonged; in command, in control. An Owner, a Mistress. A Queen. With the blackmail video as leverage, she could do as she pleased with Kay. Break her. Train her. Re-make her into anything Hannah wished her to be, without limits. 

She looked down into Kay's unfocused, far-away expression. The submissive teacher had slipped into her own zoned-out mental space while licking her owner's legs. Totally compliant now; a creature of feelings but few thoughts, un-critically accepting of her owner's commands. It was fascinating to watch Kay travel through sub-space.

But Hannah needed her to be present. There was more to be done.

She reached out and slapped Kay hard across the face. The SMACK echoed through the washroom and snapped the slave's head to the right. 

"Are you paying attention to your duties?" Hannah admonished.

"Yes...M...Mistress." Kay stammered, seemingly disoriented by the sharp pain and the sudden exit from her trance-like state.

Hannah waited until Kay had resumed her proper kneeling position and was looking at her with uncertain and fearful brown eyes.

"Shave my pubic hair. I will add one hundred to your tally if you cut me." 

Kay hesitated. Hannah could read her expression plainly. This was no armpit, leg or foot. This was no massage. This wasn't household chores or domestic duty. There was no mistaking what this was. No way to go back once the line was crossed.

Hannah's gaze was steady, supremely confident. Triumphant.

Kay lowered her eyes and dipped her fingers into the almost-empty oil cup. She extended her hand and gingerly touched the younger woman's mound, then started to smear the olive oil into the black hair there.

Pleasure slammed into Hannah's core with a force and intensity she could never have expected. Her slave's touch - clumsy, hesitant, unwilling - felt indescribably better than all the skillful, practiced attention she'd received from past lovers. She splayed her legs further, unable to suppress moans and gasps as her slave spread the oil down over her swollen labia. She was steaming hot. 

The first touch of the razor to her slippery, hyper-sensitive pubic mound was electric; it was all Hannah could do to contain the eager twitching of the muscles in her hips and thighs. Her clit pulsed and throbbed, fully erect and demanding. Two strokes, then three. Kay needed both hands to shave the sides of Hannah's pussy. 

Finally done, Kay set the razor aside and slowly dropped to her hands and knees, facing her owner's smooth, leaking sex, clearly dreading what was to come. Hannah saw the internal struggle mirrored in her slave's face: revulsion and resistance, then humiliation and despair, and at last a resigned acceptance of the inevitable. Kay leaned forward, extended her tongue...

Hannah climaxed at the first hot, wet lick along her left pussy lip; a monumental release that jerked and spasmed the muscles in her abdomen and thighs. She grasped the edge of the bathtub and rocked her hips forward, grinding her cunt into Kay's dutiful tongue, groaning and grunting as shockwaves blasted through her sex and echoed through her body.

The orgasm did nothing to sate her lust; the sight and sensation of her reluctant submissive swiping her tongue over Hannah's mound and along the soaking folds of her pussy kept her primed and teetering on the brink of a second climax. 

It was clear now. This was no mundane lesbian tryst, no common sexual act. It was a revelation; a religious awakening. Kay the lowly supplicant on her hands and knees, worshiping at the altar of her goddess. Paying proper tribute, now and forever afterward. 

Her slave girl tried to pull back when the olive oil was cleaned but Hannah grabbed handfuls of hair and yanked her slave's face roughly against her dripping sex. Kay squeaked in protest and her hands came up to push back from the unwanted contact but Hannah tightened her painful grip. Soon enough the lesson was learned; Kay put her hands back on the floor and again extended her tongue. Another climax punched into Hannah's core as the tongue caressed her clit for the first time. She closed her eyes and rode waves of ecstasy, enjoying every swipe and stroke across her swollen and eager bud.

At last the lust dissipated. Hannah pushed Kay's face away and sunk to the cool tile floor, slumping against the side of the tub and gasping for breath. Her slave girl remained on hands and knees, her face showing weariness and defeated acceptance; she knew how things would be from now on.

****

Later, as Kay - still naked and kneeling - filed and painted her owner's toenails, Hannah set out the new agenda.

"I require you five nights per week. I expect you here Monday through Friday." 

Kay looked up from her work, alarmed.

"Mistress...I have a husband and children."

"You still have mornings and weekends with them. If there's something important happening we might make an exception."

"There's just no way I'll have time. I'm stretched as it is now. Please..."

"If you feel time will be a problem, I can arrange for the principal of your school to receive an anonymous copy of our little video," Hannah said mildly, "I imagine that will free up a huge chunk of time, don't you agree?"

Kay's eyes filled with disbelief and terror. Hannah could see that she finally understood the truth about her position. Unlike her fiance, Hannah was quite willing to take the steps necessary to achieve her goals. She could get Kay fired and still employ the threat of showing the video to Kay's husband, relatives, and friends.

Kay held Hannah's cool gaze for a few moments but soon looked away, beaten.

"Yes Mistress. I'll be here."

"And that's regardless of what my fiance says. He might be happy to play childish blackmail games with you, but I'm dead serious. Is that clear?"

The ice in Hannah's voice caused Kay to shiver.

"Very clear."

"Add fifty to your tally for daring to question me."

"Yes Mistress. My tally is now...ninety-eight." Kay sounded close to tears. 

Hannah felt a pang of remorse - she didn't like to be cruel - but it was necessary for her slave to understand her new role with no confusion. A little pain now would prevent a lot of misery down the road. 

There was silence as Kay painted the nails on both feet, then blew on them to dry the polish. Finally finished, the slave simply knelt with her head lowered.

"Will there be anything else this evening, Mistress?" she asked in a quiet voice. The hour was getting late and there was still the ironing to be done.

In response, Hannah spread her knees wide, exposing her now-hairless slit.

"Again." she commanded simply.

There was only a brief moment of resistance before her broken slave girl lowered herself to her hands and knees, her tongue seeking her owner's wetness...

****

Three days later, Hannah pulled her car into the driveway after a long day of work and parked, then grabbed the new, discreetly-wrapped riding crop from the passenger seat. A useful tool for training her obedient slave girl. It was their first Monday together and she wanted to get things started on the right foot.

Her fiance would be working late so she'd have Kay all to herself. Hannah hadn't told him about the new arrangement but she knew he'd discover it at some point. She might even tell him that night. He'd be angry at first, of course, but he'd eventually come around to Hannah's way of thinking...

She turned the key in the front door and stepped into the house. 

Kay was absent from her assigned position by the door.

Puzzled and irritated, Hannah kicked off her heels and went in search of her errant slave girl. It seemed the crop would come in handy even sooner than expected!

She entered the living room and was surprised by her fiance seated on the couch. He wore a serious expression. Obviously he'd discovered her arrangement with Kay and had decided to intervene.

Hannah sighed. An argument wasn't how she'd hoped to spend her evening, but perhaps it was better to get it over with.

"Where is Kay?" Hannah said, figuring it was as good a place as any to start.

"Kay comes on Tuesdays and Fridays. Today is Monday." he said evenly, his voice betraying no anger. If anything he sounded...sad.

Hannah steeled herself, summoning the imperious voice she usually reserved for Kay.

"Not anymore. It's Monday to Friday from now on. Since she skipped today, I suppose it will be Saturday this week as well." 

"We discussed this. I made it clear..."

"Monday to Friday," Hannah repeated, "You can still have her Tuesdays. We can share her the rest of the week."

"She has family. Even two days is asking a lot. Her husband isn't stupid - there are only so many excuses he'll buy. I know you're excited about this, but you'll have to..."

"She won't have family if my video gets out, and she knows it. And so do you." Hannah felt the anger building and gave it free reign.

"This isn't right."

"Oh, look at you! The knight in shining armour. Who was it that started blackmailing her in the first place?" Hannah smirked; it had been a well-placed shot.

"You've changed." he said, the sadness in his voice more apparent. It only roused a greater fury in her. Why was he always so gutless, unwilling to embrace the opportunities that presented themselves?

"I've grown. Perhaps I've out-grown you."

He ignored the jab. "I won't let you ruin her life." 

"And what are you going to do about it? I'm the one who has the video!" she crowed.

"No. You don't."

She paused, then guessed his meaning. She laughed at him, at his pathetic gambit.

"Okay, so you managed to delete it from my phone when I wasn't looking? Do you think that's the only copy?" her tone was deliberately mocking.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead he pulled out his phone and began pecking the touchscreen with his finger.

"Ever hear of key logging?" he asked in a tone that was calm, almost conversational.

She felt a slight hesitation creep into her righteous rage. Key logging? 

He looked up and saw the uncomprehending look on her face, then continued.

"It's software that can be installed on desktop computers like the one you use at work, or on laptops like the one you use at home. It records all the keystrokes you enter in the course of the day, then emails a detailed log to a specified address."

Her hesitation morphed into a growing dread.

"It's a useful diagnostic tool when I do software testing. It's also useful for discovering someone's web browsing activities and their user names and passwords." he added.

Hannah's face went white. She struggled to find words, to re-take control of a conversation that was going very badly, but she could only stand mute as he continued.

"Your computer hard drives, email addresses, web storage accounts, social media sites - anyplace where you might conceivably store a video file - I've been there. All copies of the video are gone."

"When...when did you do all this?" her voice sounded weak, uncertain.

"After our last fight. Your recklessness scared me...I figured I should take precautions."

She wanted to call his bluff, accuse him of lying, but she could tell from his calm demeanor that he spoke the truth. She cast about for a way to salvage things. Panic started to rise as she felt her new position - her new power - slipping away. No! She wouldn't let that happen. Having tasted it, she couldn't bear to be without it.

"Even without the video, I can still make things hard. Go to Kay's husband, tell him what's been going on..." she said. It was a weak threat, but credible. Certainly it would be enough leverage to browbeat Kay into making another video...

He tapped his phone once more, then handed it to her. A video was playing.

"Did you know there's a place in town where you can rent concealed cameras?" he asked rhetorically. "Parents rent them to spy on their kids' babysitters, rich folks want to keep an eye on their housekeepers, things like that."

Hannah stared at the phone screen in horror. There she was, naked in her washroom, Kay's face busy between her widespread legs. Except Kay's face was blurred out; Hannah was the only one identifiable in the shot. Very clearly identifiable.

"It's not even very expensive," he continued, "And these cameras are tiny - you can hide them in light sockets, furniture, hollowed-out books, lotion bottles...you can conceal them all over the house."

The camera angle changed, showing Hannah and Kay in profile, the slave on her hands and knees, heavy breasts dangling down. It left no doubt that Hannah was greatly enjoying the sexual services of a woman. 

She stood transfixed and horrified by the sight of her erotic writhing and lewd thrusting.

"And thanks to the key logging, I have contact information for every single person you know. Friends, family, co-workers, bosses, random guys you went to high school with..."

"I get it." she whispered. She'd already guessed the endgame. Her plans for Kay, her dreams for the future, her new-found dominance and power...ashes. 

"Smart girl."

"So...what now? You do to me what you to do Kay? I'm your slave?" she felt numb.

"No," he stood and plucked his phone from her fingers, then walked past her to the front door. "The video is insurance. No one will see it unless you decide to make things difficult for me...or for Kay."

"That's it?"

"Yup. I'll be calling off our engagement. You can keep the ring. I'll stay at a friend's house until I can find my own place." he bent to slip on his shoes, then knelt to tie them.

"Wait."

He finished tying his shoes, then turned to face her.

"I...got carried away. Things got...crazy. But you don't have to leave."

He didn't say anything, just regarded her stone-faced. Was it an opening? Maybe there was still hope... 

"Things with Kay were just overwhelming. I sort of lost my way for a while. I mean, it was so new..."

"That almost sounds like an apology." 

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. Very, very sorry. I'll apologize to Kay too, if you want me to." she gushed, recognizing an opportunity and determined to exploit it. Maybe things weren't as bleak as they appeared.

"I think Kay might require more than an apology."

"Whatever it takes." she pledged.

"You've lost my trust. You won't win it back easily, or quickly."

"I get that. I accept it. Look - you've got that video, right? So I'm going to have to play by your rules until you trust me again. Just give me time and I promise I can do it."

"It will be hard."

"I'll do anything." she insisted.

"Anything?" 

The way he said it left no doubt about what 'anything' would entail. But it was worth it for the chance to feel the adrenaline high of Kay's submissive service again. She braced herself, then took the plunge.

"Anything."

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The Reluctant Domestic Ch. 03



Author's note: I really appreciate the many votes, comments and emails I received in support of this series and I'd like to sincerely thank everyone who took the time. This is the conclusion of the Reluctant Domestic trilogy. I'll be starting my next project soon. Again, many thanks!

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"Do I really have to go through with this, Sir?" Hannah moaned. 

She sat in the passenger seat of the car as I drove her home on a Friday afternoon. I snuck a glace at her as I stopped for a light. In contrast to her bright green dress, her face was sheet-white, her eyes wide and darting. She wrung her hands restlessly in her lap. The signs of acute anxiety were hard to miss.

"No. I can call ahead and tell Kay it's off if you prefer." I said.

There was a moment where she seemed to be considering it, but quickly shook her head, dismissing the notion.

"If this is what it takes to earn your trust then I'll do it." she said gravely.

I suppressed a smile, knowing very well that her determination to proceed had less to do with earning my trust and more to do with earning another chance to go power-tripping on the submissive grade school teacher. 

I couldn't judge my fiancee too harshly, though. Having a voluptuous and compliant older woman at my disposal once per week for the last two years had tested my willpower at times too. It was tricky to balance the lure of power against the demands of fairness. Hannah was still young - just twenty-nine. Maybe she'd figure it out.

"If it's what you really want." I said mildly. I reached over with my right hand and grasped her hands supportively. They were ice-cold.

It had been an eventful week. Kay had called me the previous Friday night, hysterical and terrified, protesting my fiancee's demands on her time and Hannah's chilling threats to ruin her. Fortunately, I'd already seen the warning signs and had taken measures to ensure that Hannah was...contained.

There had been many changes since that night. Many lessons taught and learned. 

The first lesson I'd taught her: I was the master of our household. 

Granted, it was a tenuous command at best, maintained by my control of Hannah's access to Kay and by a blackmail video that I hoped I'd never have to use. Hannah was a smart and tenacious young woman and there was no telling how long she would allow herself to be bound by the current arrangement. The whole affair certainly kept me on my toes. But for now, at least, she called me 'Sir'.

To ensure Hannah received the proper incentives to behave herself, I'd re-jigged Kay's schedule. She was back down to just one night per week - Friday. And the submissive teacher was scheduled to spend all Friday evening doing chores and serving me, which left no time for Hannah to enjoy Kay's services. A most unsatisfactory arrangement for my fiancee.

And that's where the incentives kicked in. If Hannah completed the household chores to my satisfaction prior to Kay's arrival, Kay wouldn't have to spend time doing them on Friday. And if Hannah had been attentive to my sexual desires during the week, Kay wouldn't need to attend to those, either. So if both those conditions were met, and Hannah had been well-behaved for the whole week...Kay would belong to Hannah on Friday night.

And to inhibit Hannah's more...ruthless...tendencies toward Kay, I'd attached one final condition. Every third Friday, the roles would be reversed. Kay would be calling the shots and Hannah scrambling to obey. 

Oh, how Hannah had rebelled against that final condition! She'd screamed, threatened and refused to comply. Cried, begged, tried to reason with me - used every weapon in her considerable arsenal to change my mind.

And in the end, capitulated. 

It was a delightful irony that for Hannah, submission was the only way to achieve dominance. 

I'm fond of irony, when it isn't happening to me.

Since Kay had been so unnerved by Friday's session with Hannah, it seemed only fair that Kay should get to go first under this new arrangement. And this was the cause of Hannah's anxiety as she sat in the passenger seat of my car, homeward bound. She was likely in for a very unpleasant evening.

Truth be told, I was a little uneasy as well. I had no idea what Kay was planning and with almost a week to prepare, the possibilities were limitless. I'd be in attendance, but I'd promised not to intervene unless things were getting out of hand.

I didn't really know Kay all that well, despite our two-year association. I wasn't her friend or her confidante. She didn't need me to be those things - there were others in her life that occupied those roles. I was her strict taskmaster and stern disciplinarian and not much else. It was an arrangement that had survived longer than I had expected, bolstered by some fake blackmail to assuage her guilt.

I pulled the car into the driveway and parked. 

"This is it, I guess." Hannah said in a small voice.

"You know the arrangement. You can call a halt to things at any time, but..."

"I told you that I'd do anything to prove myself to you, Sir." she said, sounding stronger this time. She slid out of the car and I followed her to the front door. She unlocked it and stepped inside.

I was surprised to see that Kay knelt just inside the front door, naked and collared, eyes lowered. Even after two years, she was a welcome sight. Kay's heavy breasts and soft, rounded contours gave her incredible sex appeal and this was somehow enhanced by the fact that she was in her mid-forties. Her persistent shy blush added to the overall effect.

"Greetings Sir and Mistress. Welcome home." Kay said brightly. She reached out towards Hannah's feet. Hannah jumped back in alarm, clearly expecting the worst.

"May I remove your shoes, Mistress?"

"Uh...okay." Hannah allowed the kneeling woman to remove her shoes, not trusting the submissive demeanor. I was intrigued as well, wondering when the hammer would fall.

"I've prepared a massage for you when you're ready." Kay said, then rose and padded naked in the direction of the bedroom. After a moment, Hannah followed, with me close behind.

The bedroom smelled of lavender-scented candles. Soft towels covered the bed. The shades were drawn. The atmosphere was relaxing and pleasant.

Kay knelt next to the bed. Hannah stood in the doorway, unsure of how to proceed. Things were not unfolding in the way she had dreaded.

"Sir, if you will sit there," Kay gestured to a chair she'd arranged at the far side of the bed, "I'll attend to the Mistress."

I took my seat as instructed as Hannah slowly moved to stand in front of the kneeling submissive.

Kay put her hands on Hannah's hips and turned her body so she was facing me, then reached up and slowly unzipped Hannah's dress in the back. It slid it off her shoulders and fell, leaving her in a very alluring green bra and panty set. 

Next the bra was unhooked and Hannah allowed it to slip down her shoulders and off, baring small, pert breasts and erect nipples. She raised her arm self-consciously to cover herself, an odd gesture given that both Kay and I had seen her naked. Could it be that being slowly stripped in front of someone else had left Hannah feeling more exposed? I tried to read her eyes but she refused to meet my gaze.

Still kneeling, Kay hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the green panties and slowly slid them down. Hannah pressed her legs together and tried to shield her almost-smooth pussy from my view. No doubt about it; being undressed in front of me was making her feeling vulnerable. Kay must have noticed it as well because the older woman reached around and gently grasped Hannah's wrists, pinning them against her sides, leaving my fiancee truly naked in front of me.

Despite having seen Hannah naked many times, there was something especially arousing about seeing her manipulated so intimately by another naked woman. My cock was straining against my jeans and I began to hope the scene would end quickly so I could enjoy some release. More than that, though, I was interested to see how it would play out.

Kay directed Hannah to lie face-down on the towels on the bed. Hannah quickly did so, obviously relieved to no longer be on display.

Kay began to coat her fingers and palms in massage oil, then gently lifted Hannah's left foot and began a slow, thorough massage. I could see the look on Kay's face; she seemed content, serene and relaxed. She didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable or embarrassed by the contact.

Something was definitely off; wasn't this supposed to be payback? Retribution for pain and humiliation and a callous disregard for Kay's feelings? Hannah had her face turned away from me but I could see the tension in her body - she was almost rigid, prepared for the worst. Slowly, though, as Kay treated her left foot and then her right, and then began to gently work her way up Hannah's body, she began to relax.

"I used to love to massage my kids," Kay said unexpectedly, her soft voice filling the silent room, "When they were babies and toddlers I would massage them every night. They'd lie in bed and I'd rub their arms and legs, their tummies and their backs. I used to imagine that I could transmit my love to them through my hands and directly into their bodies."

Kay began to work her hands over Hannah's calves and the backs of her knees.

"I enjoy massaging you as well, Mistress, but it's a different feeling inside. You have a lovely body, and the feel of your flesh under my hands is something more sensual. Not sexual, of course, but the sensation of your warm, smooth skin, slippery with the oil, is a pleasant one to indulge in."

There was a long silence then as Kay continued to knead and press.

"It...feels really good." Hannah said in a quiet, cautious voice. 

"Thank you. The knowledge that you enjoy it adds to my pleasure as well."

And it was true! I could see it in Kay's expression - making Hannah feel good brought a smile to Kay's face.

By the time Kay worked her way up to Hannah's lower back I could see my fiancee breathing in slow, even breaths. 

"I used to put my kids to sleep this way all the time." Kay said, meeting my eyes. I didn't know whether to reply or not. My relationship with Kay never had moments like this. In the end, I continued to look on silently as Kay worked her way up to Hannah's shoulders and neck. Then it was over. Kay stood up and walked silently to the washroom. Hannah continued to lie still. Asleep. 

I could hear water running in the washroom; the bathtub being cleaned. For many long minutes I sat in my chair, watching the gentle rise and fall of Hannah's breathing, not knowing quite what to feel. From the washroom I caught the subtle scent of detergent. Eventually, the noise stopped and Kay emerged from the washroom carrying a soft towel. She opened the shades to admit the early evening sunlight, then knelt by the side of the bed.

"Mistress, please wake up. There's more to be done."

Hannah mumbled something incoherent and stirred from her slumber. Kay wrapped a pillow in the towel, and with some coaxing was able to slide it underneath Hannah's hips. Hannah, still groggy,resisted briefly as Kay splayed her ankles wide, but Kay was gently determined. Soon my fiancee lay on her stomach, bum elevated by the pillow, legs wide apart. Her thighs were slim and did nothing to hide the full lips of her pussy or her tight asshole; both were plainly exposed.

"What...what are you doing?" she asked, and I could see some of the tension return to her legs and back.

"Please relax and remain still. This isn't going to hurt you." Kay replied, adding more oil to her hands. She began to gently massage Hannah's hamstrings again, then slowly stroked her hands over the wide-spread inner thighs. Hannah discreetly spread her legs wider in invitation as the contact grew more intimate. Kay worked on those soft inner thighs for several minutes. I could see Hannah's breathing begin to quicken.

Adding more oil, Kay worked higher, over her lower buttocks, working from the outside towards the centre. The first time she swiped a slick finger over Hannah's virgin rear hole my fiancee jumped and closed her legs, trying to rise. Kay rested one hand on Hannah's rear, steadying her, then deliberately spread the younger woman's ankles wide once again.

"You mustn't move, Mistress," Kay admonished in a gentle voice, "Please relax. I'll be gentle."

Hannah said nothing but lay still, perhaps resigned to whatever Kay had in mind.

Kay returned to her massage, again working from the outside of the cheeks inward, then stroking her fingertip over Hannah's tight pucker. Hannah's cheeks clenched but she offered no other resistance. After a few more minutes of gentle stroking Kay had overcome even that reaction; Hannah was relaxed and allowed the fingers to touch, stroke and prod as they pleased.

When Kay's index finger slipped into Hannah's ass to the first knuckle it drew barely a reaction, just a sharp intake of breath. Kay withdrew and went back to gentle stroking, then penetrated again into that tight opening, very shallow.

Very soon Kay's index finger was sliding into Hannah's ass in smooth, uncontested strokes. Hannah, still facing away from me, seemed relaxed if not enthusiastic about the treatment. A couple of minutes later even that had changed and her hips were rocking back and forth subtly in time to Kay's gentle fingering.

I was impressed; in a few short minutes Kay had managed to accomplish a feat that had eluded me in the sixteen months I'd known my fiancee. Hannah had always vehemently forbidden any sort of anal contact. How was Kay able to overcome that resistance?

When Kay deftly added a second finger to the anal penetration it again caused almost no reaction, just a quiet grunt. Kay was sliding her well-oiled fingers in deep, rotating them 180 degrees and gently withdrawing. Her expression was one of calm concentration. She was careful to add enough massage oil to keep everything well lubricated.

I was puzzled. What was the game here? Was this Kay's vengeance? If so it was the kindest, warmest retribution in history. Maybe she secretly had an anal fetish and was indulging it with Hannah? But the look in Kay's eyes didn't bear that out; she was serene and a little embarrassed by this intimate act, not burning with lust.

"Do you like having your bum hole stretched, Mistress?" she asked suddenly, fingers still stroking in and out.

For a long time there was no answer to the embarrassing question.

"Uh...no, not really." Hannah replied in a quiet, uncertain voice. 

"Don't forget there's a harsh penalty for telling a lie. Are you sure you don't want to think about your answer a little more?" Kay's tone was that of a teacher gently leading an errant student.

"It feels...okay...I guess." Her ears turned red; a sure sign of a deep blush.

"I can smell your arousal, Mistress. You enjoy the feeling, don't you?"

There was a longer silence.

"Yes." it was a quiet admission.

"You enjoy having your bum hole stretched."

"Yes."

"Tell your fiance."

Slowly Hannah turned her head so she was facing me. Her pretty green eyes still wouldn't meet mine. Her face was red with humiliation. She pressed her eyelids shut and forced the words past her lips.

"I...like it."

I didn't reply, not wanting to intrude on the mood the two of them were building. I was rock-hard and throbbing with an increasingly desperate arousal.

"You like what?" Kay prompted evenly.

"I like...having my...bum hole...stretched."

"Ask him to help you stretch it a little more."

I expected her to balk at this command; Hannah's pride and dignity would never allow such a request to be spoken. But rather than an indignant refusal, Kay's order was met with only a brief pause. Hannah opened her eyes and met mine for the first time; I could read lust, wonder and shyness in that pretty emerald gaze.

"Would you please help me stretch my...bum hole...a little more Sir?"

As I sat open-mouthed, trying to process the enormity of what had just occurred, Kay pointed to my crotch with her free hand, then to Hannah's rear. Needing no further prompting, I stood and removed my jeans and underwear and crawled up on the bed next to Kay, behind my fiancee. Kay continued to calmly and gently stretch Hannah's rear hole and handed me the bottle of lotion.

When my cock was liberally coated with the stuff, Kay slid to the side of the bed so that I could get right up behind Hannah's raised ass. The teacher grasped my cock in one hand and smoothly withdrew the fingers of her other hand from Hannah's rear, then slid my cock head past the loosened ring of muscle in one fluid motion. I was in.

Hannah let out a squeak of surprise but didn't move. Kay kept her fingers wrapped around my shaft, preventing me from penetrating too deeply or from thrusting until Hannah had adjusted to my size inside her.

"Very slow, very gentle strokes now, Sir." Kay instructed, releasing her grip on my cock. 

I complied, nudging forward with deliberate care, then pulling back with the same agonizing slowness. Hannah didn't move and didn't clench up, trusting me to control the speed and the depth of the penetration. With each push I went a little deeper, a little faster. The feel of her tight ass squeezing around my cock made it difficult to maintain control. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast and release the incredible pent-up arousal I felt. I had to grit my teeth to reign in my aggressive urges.

Kay leaned in close, her full breasts pressing against my arm, and whispered into my ear. 

"This is my gift to you. Thank you for protecting me, Sir." 

It was an odd thing to whisper to a man who was ostensibly blackmailing her into sexual submission. But what a gift - my fiancee's virgin ass! I still wasn't sure how Kay had managed to accomplish it. Clearly there were dimensions to the submissive wife and mother that I'd never suspected.

Kay got up and left us alone and my eyes tracked her warily; I hadn't forgotten that Kay might want payback for Hannah's earlier treatment and the teacher's gratitude and gentle manner did nothing to put me off my guard. Women are dangerous creatures and not to be underestimated.

She went into the washroom, returning with two wet washcloths just as I had built up a deep, steady rhythm. Hannah was gasping quietly with every stroke. She felt snug around my thickening cock. I was so close...a few more deep thrusts would do it...

"Thank you Sir, that should be good for now." Kay said, grasping my cock firmly on an out-stroke and removing it from Hannah's ass. She gently cleaned me with the warm, wet cloth as I fought the urge to shove her aside and plunge deep into Hannah again. Only my pledge not to intervene in Kay's use of Hannah prevented it. I made a mental note to refrain from such pledges in the future.

She looked up at me and I could read a mischievous grin lurking below the surface of her demure expression. It struck me then that she was denying me my release the way I denied hers. What gall! It was all I could do not to mutter in annoyance as I sat my bare ass on the seat again, eager cock standing up uselessly between my legs. 

Kay was carefully cleaning Hannah's backside with the second wet cloth. Hannah still hadn't moved, passively allowing Kay to touch her as needed. Hannah's expression flickered between confusion and wonder, probably pondering how all of this had come to pass. Why hadn't she resisted more strongly? And where was the pain and agony she'd been dreading all week?

"It seems you don't mind a thick cock in your bum hole after all." Kay said in an easy tone.

"No...I don't" Hannah replied, gazing into my eyes with an expression that was both surprised and elated. She'd discovered a well-hidden truth about herself. We exchanged a meaningful look; there was no doubt that anal sex would be a fixture in our lovemaking in the future.




The Reluctant Domestic Ch. 03



"There we are...all clean. Just stay there please, Mistress." 

Kay dumped both washcloths into the hamper, then left the room and returned with the long-handled wooden spoon from the kitchen. Hannah didn't see what was coming; her eyes were still on me.

Kay stroked the flat of the spoon gently over Hannah's upraised rear. My fiancee's expression went from puzzled curiosity to wide-eyed alarm in less than a second. She froze in position, ass up, legs spread wide..

"Last week you assigned me fifty-five strokes. Five for rushing your massage and fifty for daring to question your command to abandon my family to attend you five days per week." Kay's voice was serious but soft, without a hard edge to it.

"That was a mistake...really poor judgment on my part. It won't happen again. I won't assign you strokes from now on." Hannah babbled. She started to shiver as the spoon traced slow, leisurely circles on her smooth ass.

"Oh, I don't mind the strokes, Mistress. I crave a firm hand and certainly it's your duty to enforce the proper...discipline."

"Still...Kay...we can forget about those strokes from last week. It was just..."

"But fifty strokes! That's a lot for one infraction. It made me realize that you probably don't have a good idea of exactly what a stroke is. And if you don't know how a stroke really feels, how can you use them as an effective tool to promote the proper behaviour?"

"Kay...please..."

"So this evening I'm going to give you the fifty-five strokes you'd intended for me. I'm sure you'll find it...educational...and that it will help you in the future when you're trying to match a punishment to an infraction."

"Wait..."

"I'm sure you remember the proper protocol, Mistress? You're not to move or flinch or try to evade the stroke. You're to count each one out loud. If you mis-count or you move from your assigned position then I have to re-start from zero."

Hannah was silent for several moments, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you last week. I'm ready to accept the strokes." she said in a resigned tone. 

I was surprised she'd given in so easily. Was it genuine remorse? Or just an acceptance of the inevitable? We'd see what happened when the spanking started...

"Thank you Mistress. Your apology means a lot to me. I'll do my best to make sure this lesson is a good one." Kay replied earnestly.

SMACK.

Hannah shrieked as the spoon came down hard on the fleshiest part of her rear. Her legs snapped shut and she reached back to cover her ass with her hands.

"That was too hard! I never hit you that hard!" she protested.

In fact, Hannah's strokes to Kay's flesh had been far more zealous than the one Kay had just delivered. Still, Kay had the advantage of better padding on her ample rear, while Hannah's wasn't nearly as cushioned.

"Mistress, you forgot to count, and you moved out of position. I'm afraid I can't count that one." Kay sounded genuinely sorrowful.

"But..." Hannah started, then stopped. With a nervous whimper she again spread her legs and moved her hands away. I could see the deep pink splotch on her pale ass where the spoon had struck.

SMACK.

The spoon slapped down on the same spot. Hannah sucked in air but didn't move.

"One." she counted.

SMACK.

"Two." already the muscles in her legs were beginning to quiver and twitch involuntarily. The spoon left small, circular welts on her pale flesh.

SMACK.

"Three."

The spoon rose and fell again and again. With each strike I could see Hannah fighting the pain and slowly losing the battle. On the fourteenth stroke she rolled onto her side and desperately rubbed her stinging weals.

"Please! I'm so sorry...I promise not to do it again! Please!" she pleaded, then covered her face in her hands and broke down into heart-wrenching weeping.

Before I could react, Kay was on the bed beside her, tenderly stroking her hair and shoulders. It was an oddly touching and affectionate scene. 

"If we stop now, what happened last week will never be made right." the submissive teacher said in a soft, soothing tone. "I can't serve you properly until all the wrongs have been addressed. Neither of us would be happy if we left this unresolved."

Hannah sobbed and sniffled for a few more minutes, then nodded miserably. She slowly rolled back into position with the pillow under her hips and her ankles far apart. She drew a shuddering breath and tried to compose herself.

"I'm sorry I moved. Please begin again."

"Thank you for being so brave, Mistress. How about I do ten strokes, then pause until you're ready for the next ten?"

Hannah nodded, and Kay again raised the spoon.

SMACK.

"One."

By the tenth stroke, Hannah was bawling like a little girl, her tiny frame wracked with gasps and sobs. Kay set the spoon down and rested her hand on the small of Hannah's back, rubbing in slow circles. It took five minutes for Hannah to recover herself to the point where she could speak.

"I'm ready for the next ten."

"Thank you Mistress."

The next ten were delivered with the same force as the first ten. Hannah screeched and wailed as red and pink blotches were added to her ass and upper thighs. With her legs wide apart even her soft inner thighs weren't off limits to the spoon. Throughout it all, she somehow remained still, although her legs spasmed continuously.

I admit, I was truly impressed with her fortitude. Being stubborn and prideful was easy but enduring a prolonged beating - voluntarily - took real guts.

Hannah cried and shivered and sniffled as Kay rubbed her back warmly, then asked for the next set.

Kay applied the third set of ten strokes. Her expression never wavered; calm, patient, even sympathetic at times. But she didn't let up one bit. Not during the third set or the fourth. The fifty-fifth stroke was delivered with the same stinging force as the first.

When it was over, Kay removed the pillow from under my fiancee and allowed her to lie flat on he stomach. Hannah's rear looked swollen and blotchy and very sore. Kay gently rubbed her back until Hannah's sobs had receded into sniffles and sighs.

"Thank you Mistress. There's not going to be any more pain tonight so you can relax now. I'm going to take a bath and when I come back we'll continue."

"You mean...there's more?" Hannah cried in disbelief.

"There's still a little more that needs to be made right. But I promise it won't hurt. Lie here and rest." Kay rose from the bed and made her way to the washroom.

Hannah and I kept company in silence at first. She was faced away from me as I cast an eye over her much-abused bottom.

"I deserve this, don't I, Sir?" Hannah said at last, aiming at a wry, light-hearted tone. 

"Kay thinks so."

"It's...different than I expected. I thought she'd be a total bitch...really rub my nose in it...make me eat shit for the way I...you know."

"You didn't exactly get off scott-free." I pointed out.

"You know what's weird? I actually feel better. Like a weight's been lifted."

"You've been dreading this all week. I guess it's good to have it mostly behind you."

"It's more than that."

I paused, trying to grasp her meaning.

"Atonement, perhaps? Your sins expunged through pain?" I offered.

"I wouldn't have put it quite so...Biblically." she said with a brief chuckle.

"Seeing naked women spanking each other just puts me in that frame of mind." 

"What kind of Sunday School did you attend?"

I laughed and reached out to stroke her shoulder. She was still in there somewhere. My Hannah. The one I'd proposed to. The woman I'd loved, back before she dove head-first into the deep end of the crazy pool. Maybe there was still hope for a happy ending between us?

I lay next to her, naked from the waist down, and rubbed her back as we waited for Kay to finish her bath. She took her sweet time! I suppose being a teacher, wife and mother didn't leave much time for relaxing in a hot bath at home.

The sound of the tub being drained and of Kay drying herself caused a ripple of tension through Hannah's body. Kay had promised no pain, but that didn't mean that whatever was coming would be fun.

I returned to my chair as Kay entered the bedroom and knelt on the bed next to Hannah.

"Feeling better, Mistress?" she asked, stroking my fiancee's hair with an almost maternal tenderness.

Hannah nodded cautiously. Kay continued to caress her hair and face. There was an extended silence.

"You know, I fooled around with a woman once," Kay said. Her shy smile and pink blush returned. "Back in teachers' college. I guess it was a bit of youthful adventure. My roommate and I had been out drinking and clubbing and flirting with the boys, but we both ended up alone back in our shared apartment. We snuggled up under a blanket on the couch to watch late-night TV and I suppose one thing led to another..." 

She trailed off and I smiled at her wistful expression. 

"The two of us never spoke about it after that, and it didn't happen again. But I wasn't ashamed of it. What we shared was tender and exciting and beautiful. It taught me a lot about myself and about the nature of love. I saw things in a different way after that night."

Hannah nodded. I caught myself nodding as well. Kay was truly a teacher, leading us both through a lesson.

"I need you to experience that, Mistress. I don't want your only memories of our intimacy to be harsh and violent and selfish. I need you to see the part that's lovely and warm."

Hannah nodded again, uncertain.

"Kiss me." Kay said softly.

Hannah froze.

"Uh...but I don't...I mean, I'm not like that."

"I'm not either," Kay said, "But you're the one who started down this road last week. I need to know it leads you to a good place."

The silence stretched on. Finally, Hannah pushed herself into a kneeling position on the mattress, facing Kay. After another moment she leaned forward, eyes wide as though not believing what she was about to do.

Kay's hands cradled the sides of Hannah's face and guided her into a slow, soft kiss. It lasted several seconds, and when it broke Kay didn't remove her hands. The older woman's expression was one of gentle encouragement.

"How did that feel, Mistress?"

"Kind of...strange."

"Touch me." Kay coaxed Hannah into another long, languid kiss.

Hannah's right hand came up and rested on Kay's left shoulder, then slowly slid down over the other woman's side, over her ribcage and ending on her wide hips, then back up. Hardly an intimate caress, but a bold one considering the circumstances.

"How do I feel?" Kay whispered.

"Soft. You've got smooth skin. Warm." Hannah's voice was hushed.

"It's a pleasant sensation to feel it under your fingers, isn't it?"

"Yes...I guess."

Another kiss followed. Kay guided Hannah's right hand to her heavy breast. Hannah squeezed it briefly, then rubbed it with her palm. The kisses lasted longer each time. 

I was starting to feel downright neglected, sitting bare-assed and erect in my chair next to the bed. The sight of my naked fiancee in the embrace of the submissive teacher was erotic and touching at the same time. 

"That feels good, Mistress." Kay breathed.

"I'm...glad"

Kay lowered her hands to cup Hannah's small breasts, tweaking the nipples and stroking her fingertips over the pale flesh. Hannah let out a gasp that Kay cut short with another kiss. 

The kissing and caressing continued for five minutes. Kay delicately directed the action and Hannah, eyes closed, allowed herself to be led through emotions and sensations that must have been very new to her. 

When Kay's caress traveled lower, sliding between my fiancee's legs, Hannah grabbed her wrist out of reflex, holding her at bay. Kay didn't force it, merely continued to kiss; her other hand rubbed Hannah's breasts and stomach. Before long the younger woman dropped her guard and allowed Kay's fingers to stroke over her most intimate flesh. The touch drew a wanton moan and Hannah inched her knees further apart.

"You too." Kay whispered between kisses.

It took a few moments before Hannah's right hand dipped down and cupped Kay's smooth sex almost protectively. 

"Mmmm. Move like this." Kay purred, gently sliding her fingers up and down the length of Hannah's slit. The motion forced another gasp of pleasure. Hannah copied the motion between Kay's eagerly spread legs. 

The kissing grew more intense, lips sucking, mouths open. Kay's tongue probed and received an eager welcome. The sound of heavy breathing and the scent of wet arousal filled the bedroom. Grunts and moans became more frequent. 

Kay broke contact and slowly lowered herself to the mattress. She lay on her back, legs wide, then reached between her legs and pulled back her clit hood, exposing a swollen pink bud that glistened with moisture. Blushing a deep red at the lewd act, she looked up at Hannah with eyes that were both pleading and inviting.

"Mistress...please."

Hannah looked down on the naked teacher and I could read the distaste, uncertainty and fear in her expression. She knew what was being asked. Kay was asking for that which Hannah had demanded - taken - the previous week. The thought didn't appeal. 

But there was desire in Hannah's eyes as well. Arousal. Eagerness. The lure of forbidden fruit. 

And finally, a decision.

I stared in amazement as Hannah shuffled between Kay's widespread knees and slowly lowered her head. Her face drew close to Kay's soaking sex. She rested her hands lightly on Kay's thighs and bent lower, squeezing her eyes shut and wrinkling her nose. She extended her tongue and touched it tentatively to the submissive woman's well-presented clit.

Kay moaned and her hips lifted, seeking.

"Ahh, thank you! Thank you so much Mistress!" she cried, her tone conveying more than just physical delight. There was relief, gratitude. Reassurance. The scales had been balanced at last.

Perhaps encouraged by the enthusiastic response, Hannah took another lick; longer and slower. She opened her eyes and watched with fascination the effect her tongue had on the older woman. Kay quivered and shook with a long-denied need for release. She was panting now, hips rolling and twitching uncontrollably.

It took just one more lick to take her to the edge.

"Please my I cum, Mistress? Oh, it's been so long. Please?"

Hannah licked again, a devious glint forming in her green eyes as she wielded a new form of power over the submissive teacher. Pleasure was a potent avenue for dominance as well.

"Hmmm. That was a very painful lesson with the spoon, Kay." she said pointedly, punctuating her words with another long, slow lick.

"You bore it so well. Please...?"

"What's your tally this week?" 

"Uhhh...one hundred eleven, Mistress."

"So high! Are you sure you want to add another twenty for the orgasm?" Hannah teased, her tongue returning to the other woman's engorged clit.

"Oh, please! Gladly!"

"Those big tits are going to be bright red..." another wet lick.

"Oh yes! Please. Please let me..."

"Hmmm." Hannah continued to lick as the teacher begged and writhed under her tongue. After a few moments my fiancee relented.

"Cum for me, Kay."

The older woman groaned and went rigid, then her hips and thighs and abdomen began to quake uncontrollably as the orgasm rolled through her core. Her breath came in desperate gulps as she quivered and shook. At last she went limp, spent and exhausted.

Hannah sat back on the mattress and swiped the back of her hand over her wet lips, wiping away the traces of Kay's climax. She looked energized and intrigued by her new power.

"Are we done, Kay? Is there anything else?" she asked.

"No, Mistress. We're done. Thank you so much. It all meant so much to me."

"The hell you're done!" I growled, climbing up on the bed behind Hannah. "Hands and knees." I gestured to where Kay was recovering on the mattress. 

Hannah looked back at me, puzzled, but a gentle shove clarified my demand. She took to her hands and knees above Kay, her face above Kay's, Hannah's knees spread on either side of the submissive teacher's hips.

It was all I could to do be gentle as I inserted my cock into Hannah's wet pussy. After that, gentleness took a back seat to an urgent, too-long-denied, intense fucking. She was more than ready for my lust and pushed back eagerly. I heard her moan in appreciation and her cunt squeezed around me. 

"Ahh...yes...right there." she gasped. Peering around Hannah's body I could see Kay's arm moving, could feel her fingers near my cock as I thrust into my fiancee. Felt that wet pussy tighten as Kay ran knowing fingertips over Hannah's clit while I filled her. The sounds of Hannah's panting were momentarily silenced as Kay guided her face in for another deep, wet kiss. Hannah was being double-teamed from above and below, and was loving every moment and every sensation.

Hannah went off first, moaning and stiffening and spasming and gripping me, sending me over the edge as well. I grunted and came, filling her. When I collapsed back onto the mattress, Hannah fell forward onto Kay, who wrapped her up in a welcome embrace. I could see my cum dribbling slowly out of Hannah's sex and onto the smooth-shaved mound of my submissive school teacher. I couldn't imagine a more powerful, more satisfying sight.

The three of us remained on the bed, recovering ourselves.

"Things will be different from now on. I promise." Hannah said, smiling wearily at Kay.

"Please...not too different, Mistress. I need you to be who you are so I can be who I am."

I was relieved to hear the two women getting along...my biggest headache had resolved itself nicely. I figured I'd hang onto Kay's naughty pictures and Hannah's lewd video for a while longer, though. There was no telling what the future would bring...

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