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Eventually, Sara's pout was noticed but it was swiftly replaced by a loving smile as she said, "Wow, you guys were something to watch." There was an embarrassed silence as the three active participants put themselves back into their clothes and Karen stood before her fully dressed and apologized for whatever. Sara laughed it off and said, "No need, tonight was your night and I'm glad the outfit was such a hit. I'm not jealous at all but..." There was a pregnant pause. "Did anybody else notice we forgot rule #9?" Actually, if we were to see into Sara's mind (and as the author I can do that) we would know that this was her intention all along. She wanted a good excuse to punish Karen above and beyond spanking.
Karen got the hint and said, "Why don't the two of us show them how sexy it is when I pull up the back of the dress and lay over your lap?" Sara smiled and the other roommates had to agree it was very different than watching the short skirt ride up. The bottom to be spanked was just as bare but framed nicely. It gave the appearance of a woman of the world getting her just desserts rather than punishing a brat. As for the bottom in question, in all honesty it wouldn't be able to tell the difference in feel whether the head thought she was a lady or a slave.
As for that head, it was lost in thought. Wouldn't it be nice if she could present herself into their hands dressed to the nines. She would spend hours getting her hair done and wear a formal gown over the most luxurious (and sexy) silk underwear. It would be delicious to raise a long velvet dress and put herself over a lap. Then she would be spanked. First over her slip and then just panties. The grand finale (of the spanking) would be when she would have to beg them to rip those lovely panties off her and let her bare flesh bear the full brunt of the attack. It would be perfect if she could get them to dress up as much as she was also. She would even help pay for the tuxedo rental. In her mind she could see herself writhing in pain from the spanking as she would be passed from one lap to another for more punishment. Then she would have her breasts bared in some fashion that left most of her clothes intact and be used for the pleasure of elegant people. They could make her pose and masturbate and show what a sex-starved animal she was under the fancy outer image. Her hair-do would become undone and she would be bathed in sweat as her rear end was spanked again numerous times. They would ...
Her fantasy was interrupted by Sara's hand and she was brought back to reality. Although Sara claimed to not hold any jealous feelings towards Karen, it was a memorable spanking. Mostly from the length and force of the woman's many swats but also because of Karen's attitude of being put into her place wearing clothes that while not the formal gown she was just dreaming of, were nice enough to really got the attention of her other two friends. I'm not sure I can accurately explain why it was delightfully different to be spanked in this dress rather than the skimpy outfit or while nude which had been the only ways they had punished her before. However, don't get the impression she didn't cry. Her head may have thought this was a new and exotic way of getting punished but to her bottom it was, after all, a spanking that was supposed to hurt and believe me, it did.
A very sorry Karen took off her pretty new dress and a naked slave girl was on her knees with her mouth doing its best to satisfy. The men who had ignored the dark haired girl before, stripped themselves and now helped her out of all her clothes. Together they applied their mouths to her glorious mounds so Sara's orgasm was even better. Still in the spirit of apology, Tom asked Sara for his version of oral sex. When the one with a silly grin on her face asked Karen for assistance she was interrupted by him. "No, I don't want a cheap little slut to be your puppet. I want the real you. You are more beautiful and sexy than she could ever be. Please let me feel your wonderful lips on me."
Karen, who should have been insulted by his comments, was a more astute observer of human nature than they gave her credit for. She knew Sara's statement about not being jealous was a lie and she was not done taking her revenge but there was nothing to be done about that except to endure whatever torments awaited her. More to the point at that moment. She knew idle flattery when she heard it and didn't mind being put down so Sara could feel like a queen again. As for the aforementioned royalty, although she was very smart and talented in many areas as well as being a conniving little bitch, she was as vain and gullible as men think all women are. She bought his charming speech hook, line, and sinker. She was almost cooing in delight as she buried her face in his lap.
Speaking of her talents, this was one of her best and Tom was quick to respond and was as hard as ever in nothing flat. Karen knelt in front of Pete and showed her expertise in this activity but as soon as she got him in readiness, she sent him to take advantage of the dripping entrance Sara's position offered. Now that her friends were engaged, she gathered her dress and held it lovingly before changing back into her normal outfit and starting on her homework.
She was in bed long before Sara came into the room but wasn't asleep. She had been on her knees with her ass raised to accept the vibrator lying next to her. The lubricant was also on the bed and without a word spoken (except for Karen's quiet moans) Sara did what she had (and wanted) to do. As Karen climaxed, Sara smiled in triumph. She knew Karen was now ready for the next stage in her training which was to begin the next morning.
After Karen got her daily dietary supplement she served breakfast. This was not the normal procedure since they usually got themselves fed without any assistance from her but this was the one day she did not have an early class and liked to give them something more than cold cereal to start the day. When Sara dragged herself out of bed she was greeted with casual hellos but when she leaned into each fellow slave owner's ear and whispered something she was rewarded with very passionate kisses. Karen had an uneasy feeling as the guys left for school and spent longer than normal stroking her bottom under the skirt. Even to the point of having her bend over and touch her toes so her bare rear end was the last thing they saw before going out the door.
Neither girl had to rush off to class and Sara was counting on that when she planned the events of the previous night. She now had plenty of time. Although Karen knew she was in for a serious punishment session she was wrong about Sara's jealousy. The green-eyed monster was nowhere to be seen. Although Sara didn't particularly care for playing second fiddle to Karen sexually, she knew she was no match for a beautifully attired and very hot slave girl. No, this was not about who was more sexy. Actually, just the opposite. Sara was training her protege to please the boys in a way she had always been too scared to try herself and the next phase of her plan called for a long and drawn out spanking to remove one more barrier.
In the meantime her breakfast was getting cold. Sara kept her bent over while she ate and Karen's back was hurting by the time she was allowed to straighten up. She was told to leave the dishes alone and she could clean them when she got home from school. Karen's complaint that the eggs would dry on the plates and be hell to clean later was not met with the slightest bit of sympathy. She had to stand while Sara lectured her. In essence she was told the boys were really nothing more than mindless animals whose only concerns in life were sports and getting laid. And when it came to sex, they were controlled by lust and could not be expected to remember every little rule when Karen got them too excited to think straight. What had happened last night was her fault. She enticed them to use her and was accused of doing it on purpose to avoid her pre-sex spanking. Karen's denial was cut off sharply as Sara drummed into her that it was her responsibility to see that the rules were followed to the letter. No matter how excited the boys got, Karen was to insist on getting her ass in a state of hurt before the part where they kept their brains entered her.
Karen had numerous arguments to refute all of these items but since nobody was listening she eventually gave up and hung her head in shame. Sara knew what was happening. She and Karen were not acting as roommates towards each other. This was not even a mistress and slave relationship but more like a mother and daughter. A naughty and disobedient little brat who deserved to get a real good spanking and since this wasn't going to lead to sex the authority figure felt something stronger than her hand was in order. Karen was shaking as she got the spatula and held it out. As ordered, she removed all clothes and put herself in position to get what she now felt she truly needed to be a better child. The lecture continued and Sara was giving vent to her fury. Karen's ears weren't the only things stinging as the spatula fell again and again. Never mind that, the word 'fell' implies a gravitational pull. This thing exceeded the acceleration rate of a falling object many times over. There was no doubt in either of their minds that Karen was going to have a very hard time sitting in class but Karen didn't know the half of it.
When Sara was satisfied with Karen' s punishment on the skin of her ass it was time for something more. Keeping up the mother daughter image for just a little while longer, she dragged Karen by the ear into the bathroom. Stopping only as long as it took for Sara to shed her clothes she got hold of the ear again and off they went to take a shower together. Not one of those sweet romantic "I'll rub you and you rub me" affairs but a "shut up and stand still while I scrub you clean with this brush" shower.
The ear came in handy again as Karen was led to their bedroom where she, her sore ear and aching bottom stood in the corner while Sara got dressed. She got a few more swats on her bottom as Sara stayed in lecture mode and told her to stop crying. An impossible task when each swat hurt so much but who besides Karen cared about a little thing like that? Sara supervised Karen's choice of clothes and when she had a last inspection with Karen doing a slow turn she (Sara) said she (Karen) needed one more thing to complete her preparations before leaving the apartment. Karen would have been happy to obey her if she ordered her to come over to her side of the room but it was so much more fun to use that nice little handle. It also make it easier to pull her head down on the bed where she was told to keep it. In fear Karen felt her pants and panties pulled down. The one still fully dressed said, "Don't worry little girl, you're not going to get spanked again. At least not for a few hours. I have something special for you."
Sara was considerate enough to show the intended receiver how big the butt plug was before she shoved it in. By the way, it was bigger than the vibrator but not quite the size of the dildo. Regardless of its actual size the one wrapped around it felt stretched almost beyond endurance. She expressed how uncomfortable it felt but took no overt action to move or prevent the inevitable penetration. Sara explained how the flared base kept it from going too far in and it's hourglass shape helped hold it in place. Although Karen understood what her torment for the day was to be when Sara pulled the impaled girl's underpants and jeans back into proper position Sara felt the need to explain. It was to stay imbedded until Karen returned to the apartment and although we know Karen's innate submissiveness was all that was necessary for her to obey this command, Sara added that she would wait for Karen after each of her classes to verify it's continued presence. A quick view in the mirror showed the two-by-four in her ass was not visible an equally quick touch proved that it could be felt without removing any clothing.
Sara unknowingly saved her roommate a great deal of discomfort by telling her she would drive her to school thereby avoiding what would have been a ride to remember on the scooter. Aside from the fact that a normal mother would not have put a plug in her daughter's ass, they went back to their respective roles without thinking. It was a sad looking little girl whose ear wasn't released until they were at the front door and didn't look too excited about her day at school as she sat in the car. The seat was not as hard as the chair in her classrooms would be but it was not exactly pleasant either as the plug pushed itself in and was a sensation that could not be ignored. Sara watched her charge's face and giggled as she said, "Wait till you're sitting in class. I almost wish I could be there to see it. In fact, I think I will. I can afford to cut class this once and we can spend the day together." Karen was not overjoyed at this news.
Sara was beside herself. She noticed a number of Karen's classmates giving her strange looks as she wriggled and squirmed in fruitless effort to find a comfortable position. When the professor turned his back to the class she passed a note to her long suffering friend. It read, "Karen got spanked this morning and is wearing a butt plug. Pass it on." Underneath the main message she added, "Wouldn't it be fun if I sent this note to the boy sitting next to me and we saw how far it traveled before the bell rang?" Karen's heart stopped for the next 15 minutes but Sara's threat was just her good natured sense of humor at work.
Our heroine sweated out her next class and gave a sigh of relief when she was back in Sara's car and heading home. She was not foolish enough to think her troubles were over but at least they could be experienced in the privacy of the apartment.
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