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First of all she was to go without supper. This was not a new punishment as the naughty little girl had been sent to bed without evening sustenance in the past. Forgive a little tangent while we see how this decree was normally carried out.
On those occasions they didn't trust her not to snack in the kitchen so the dishes would wait for her till the next morning. If she had any homework she would have to do it where they could watch her. Even if she didn't have any school assignments she would find something to make it look like she was fulfilling a class requirement to delay the last part of the punishment as long as possible. That's when she would be taken into her room and the fathers(?) also found her ear a very effective handhold as they led the way. She would put on her pajamas (Sara found some that made Karen look as well as act the part of a child) and stand for their perusal. Dressed as she was, this was not an arousing experience. Neither was the next spanking. She would have already gotten one during the first lecture tour and as they took turns chastising her verbally one of them would sit down holding her hairbrush. She would be in tears from the things they said and her guilt but the knowledge that she would soon be over the waiting lap and feeling the business side of the brush was an important part of her sorrow.
When it was time to move onto this second physical portion of her punishment she would let the pajama bottoms flutter to the floor and actually feel as embarrassed as a young teenager would be to have her bare rear end exposed. She would totally forget that she had been nude in front of them more times than she could count and had been so just a few minutes before while changing into her pajamas and her face would turn red with shame and humiliation. Her twin cheeks are the same color a little while later. They make her keep the pajama bottoms around her ankles while she shuffles to return the brush to its proper place. Only then can she cover herself respectably and get into bed. In spite of her childlike attitude, this latest spanking (like all good spankings) would have an erotic effect on her. If not right then, she would be aware of her rear end and it wouldn't be long till the area nearby wanted some attention of its own. Therefore, to prevent her from giving herself any relief, they would use the restraints to fasten her to the bed so her hands were bound far from where they would be able to do anything unladylike. She would be tucked in, kissed by her loving parents and left alone to cry herself to sleep.
We now return to our regularly scheduled story. It is Friday night and Karen has a big date.
As I said, Karen did not get to eat supper but it was not part of her punishment. Rather, it was just to save time so maybe my tangential description of this form of discipline was for naught. Oh well. The other apartment dwellers would enjoy their meal after Karen left on her date but there were things to do that couldn't wait. They only had an short time till her new boyfriend arrived. First there were the typical parent questions: What concert was she going to? (She gave the name of some rock group that I, being a generation or two ahead of her never heard of but the ones asking the questions probably knew.) What is the boys name? (Bob) Does he come from a respectable family? (Who the hell knows, she only met him in class.) Was she planning to go anywhere after the concert? (They might but she didn't know.) What time would she be home? (See previous answer.) Did she intend to come home before morning? (Blush and pause while she thinks about this one. Since she was allowed to have a normal life, what she did and who she had sex with was none of their business but that's not the way she should answer her parents(?) so she walked a fine line and spoke as an obedient high school girl but her answer reflected an independent woman as she said, "He is very cute and if the option presents itself I might be tempted to spend the night with him.")
The questioning was over and it was time for Karen to get dressed. She could have found her way to her own room by herself thank you. They didn't need to drag her. She was sure her ears would be an inch or two longer by next semester. She was afraid they were going to demand she wear her maid's clothes but they allowed her to pick out what she wanted. However, they disagreed with her choice of bras. She didn't need one for support and besides, it would spoil the lines of her T-shirt. Karen knew better than to argue and now wished she had picked out something else to wear on top that didn't make her lack of underwear so apparent. They watched her change clothes and she was ready to go with plenty of time to spare. Well, almost ready. There were still a few items on their agenda.
First, they told her to sit down and decided the little grimace as her bottom contacted the chair was not enough. She had to pull down her jeans and panties for Pete to spank her. Clothes back on and sitting demonstration again. Still not quite right. She was definitely going to need to wash her face and reapply her tear streaked makeup before she left the room after she repeated the pants and panties down routine and Sara added to the lingering and ever growing pain in her ass. Somehow she wasn't surprised to fail the 'put your clothes on and sit down' test again. She was getting good at clearing the path to her rear end as Tom contributed his two cents worth. (Actually a lot more but I think you already knew that.) Now she was squirming on the chair in a more acceptable manner.
They told her they were waiving the "no sex with Karen except as a puppet after punishment spankings" rule because this was a special night. Once again her aft quarters were exposed but at least it wasn't for spanking. They kept her pants around her ankles as before so when she knelt on the floor with her knees spread far apart her feet were effectively bound together. Each male chastiser spent a little time in the more conventional entrance and counted on Sara to let them know the best time to pull out. Karen writhed in frustration as Sara, who had changed into a dress with no panties on reaped the hoped for reward.
Their timing was a little off. Not the part about getting Karen close and leaving her hanging. That they got perfectly. I'm talking about completing her preparations before her date showed up. Sara went to answer the doorbell and invited Bob in saying Karen wasn't quite ready yet and would he like a soda while he was waiting? Yes he would thank you and Sara engaged him polite conversation.
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, the boys had moved Karen up on the bed but she was still in the same position. Her skin was so sore even the soft tip of the marking pen was painful but not as painful as when they told her what they were writing.
"This is Karen's ass and should be spanked often. This -> hole is available and as her roommates could tell you, it really likes to have something big and hard shoving in and out. Don't let it's apparent small size fool you."
A little lower they wrote:
"This <- hole should only be used to provide sufficient lubrication before use of the other hole. If it doesn't seem to ooze enough see the first comment about spanking. That should take care of the problem."
They stood her up and left her pants down so the ink wouldn't smear before it was dry. Her T-shirt was lifted up and the note running from one small protrusion to the other read:
"These are under construction and may be full grown someday. She is a slut and will be happy to strip entirely so you can read the note on her ass. Have fun!"
Her one consolation was that she had picked a dark shirt so the writing wouldn't show through.
They left her to air dry while she wiped away her tears and saw to her makeup.
Tom and Pete went into the living room and met Bob. Sara said she didn't have any idea what was keeping Karen and she would go help her. Clueless Bob didn't notice that Sara went into the same room the boys came out of. Karen had been told to stay only partially dressed and wait for Sara to finish getting her ready to out. Without being told she bent over and pushed out her ass when Sara opened the drawer of her night table and took out the lubricant and butt plug. A faint grunt accompanied its insertion and she was allowed to rearrange her clothes properly. Before Sara could say a word Karen said, "I know. I'm not supposed to remove it. Right?" Sara smiled and answered, "Almost right. If it gets too uncomfortable you can ask Bob take it out. Now hurry up, he's waiting and you don't want to be late for the concert."
The last thing they said as she and Bob went out the door was, "Have fun kids." (Aren't these guys great?)
They were not the least bit surprised to see Karen arrive home just after midnight. Their question of, "How was the concert." was answered with a sarcastic, "Great. Just fantastic. I don't know when I've had such a good time. And Bob didn't mind a bit when he started kissing me and ran his hand over my breasts. Wasn't that considerate of me to go without a bra? He thought so too until I stopped him and let him know we weren't going any farther than that. He was so understanding."
This was not the submissive little slave/maid/cook/daughter/etc. they had grown to expect. It seemed Karen was a little miffed. She (rather forcefully) asked them:
1) Did they still consider this Friday night even though it was technically Saturday and
2) Was the "no sex with Karen except as a puppet after punishment spankings" waiver still in effect.
They looked at each other, shrugged and each of them said, "Yes" twice.
Karen said, "Good. In that case get out of your clothes. I want to see all three of you absolutely naked by the time I return."
She turned on her heel and headed to the bathroom to get herself unplugged. When she came out she had also removed her garments and stopped in her room to drop them off and get the lubricant.
When she joined her friends they had followed their orders and were waiting for the next command. Karen put a chair in the center of the room and pointed to Tom. "You! Get on the floor and lie on your back with your empty head under the chair." As he moved she turned to Sara. "And You! Put your ass on the chair and slide forward so the part where your brain seems to be located is hanging over the edge. Now!" Sara jumped and obeyed. Our little heroine now turned her attention to Pete. She tossed the tube of lubricant to him as she said, "If it doesn't tax your intellect too much, see if you can figure out what to do with this."
Tom was settled so Karen straddled him and impaled herself. Then she put her mouth close to Sara's crotch but before actually touching it she turned her head back to Pete. "Hey, volleyball brains. If you're oiled up give me a little and stop dilly-dallying." In a moment he was proving to be much better than the lifeless plug her bottom had been embracing for the last few hours.
Karen attended to Sara and the other two managed to get along without further instructions. Tom reached up and Pete reached around and although Karen's breasts were not nearly big enough to fill two hands the were well mannered boys and took turns as fingers stroked, pinched, and pulled her nipples. Periodically her whole breast would disappear as almost a handful but then it would be freed and available to the fingers. As for Karen's hands. she had a hold on two firm round handles much to the delight of the girl they were attached to. Actually, everything everybody was doing was much to the delight of everyone especially the happy slave. She was back home and servicing all of her masters at the same time.
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