by Lucy Lixx
Bettie sat in silence. I didn’t blame her for not saying anything, but I wished she would defend me at least a little bit. When Courtney insisted on standing in defiance, Norman’s hand came down hard against my skin. I squeaked. It was the first time he had struck me in a long time, reminding me of the time when he had bound me in my bedroom because I had been speaking to someone else.
“You sister suffers in your silence,” he said while bringing his hand down again. “Do you want that?”
“No!” Bettie cried.
“Well then tell your sister to respond to her master!” he shouted.
Another smack rattled by body against the cushions, tears welling up in my eyes as he continued to spank me.
“Courtney, please,” Bettie begged through tears. “Make it stop.”
“We didn’t do anything wrong,” Courtney said sternly. “Norman, you’ve gotten out of control with power. We’re people, too.”
“Did you forget who helped you out of that brothel?” Norman asked.
Courtney was silent. She had been a prostitute? This was certainly new information. My mouth was hanging open until Norman smacked me again, forcing me to shit it.
“Go to the room,” he instructed her.
“No,” she said.
“Go to the room,” he said more firmly.
Courtney stomped off into the direction of the room and Norman continued spanking me, telling Bettie to go to the guest room. He pulled me up without fixing my pants and held me hard in place.
“You better not have done anything, little girl,” he growled. “And if I find out you did, you’ll get a worse punishment.”
He pointed in the direction of the guest room as tears rolled down my face and I left, not bothering to lift my pants back up. Bettie took my hands in hers when I got to the room, pulling me towards the bed. Her eyes were wide with horror and we could hear Courtney and Norman yelling from the other room.
“What have we done?” she blubbered.
“Nothing,” I replied, holding the tears from falling further. “We haven’t done anything.”
“But Courtney didn’t say it was wrong,” Bettie said.
“That’s exactly right,” I said through gritted teeth. “He shouldn’t be mad.”
“But he is,” she said.
I sprawled out on the bed, burying my face into the cushions while listening to them scream next door. It was a horrible mess. I knew what I had done was wrong and I took the spanking at face value, assuming it was for my infidelity. I listened to Bettie walk into the guest bathroom and grab something from the cabinet, sniffling as she sat on the bed next to me. A cold sensation met my bare bottom and I hissed. After a moment, I realized she was applying lotion and relaxed into the mattress.
“I can’t believe he punished you like that,” she said.
“I can,” I responded. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“I know, but it feels wrong,” she commented. “Like he shouldn’t be punishing you, he should be punishing her for getting us into trouble.”
I sighed.
“It’s just how his brain works,” I said.
“Still, we should do something about it,” Bettie said.
“Like what?” I asked.
Bettie went quiet for a moment as she thought of a response, silence falling over the room. The noise next door had died down a bit and it sounded like they were talking.
“We should get back at him,” she whispered, leaning close to my ear. “Like punish him for being so mean.”
“That sounds dangerous, Bet,” I said. “You should get rid of that thought now while you can. He has ears everywhere. You’ll surely get punished for even mentioning that.”
“Someone has to teach him a lesson,” she whispered. “It should be us.”
I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t his fault he was angry, but I felt betrayed by his hand. If Courtney was supposed to ask permission, then she should have. It wasn’t our fault she failed to do such a thing. But who was I to judge? I was the one who had sneaked away to cheat on my master and my sisters.
I was no better than her.
After a few minutes, Bettie began to massage my back and I fell asleep, happy to have a reprieve from our strange reality. She allowed me sleep for a while, my dreams taking me down deep into a dungeon where Stanley and I were alone. Our bodies tangled together in the dim candlelight. We rolled around on the soft carpet and I purred against his neck, his member plowing deep inside me. To my dismay, I was awakened from my fantasy and found Courtney’s reddened face in front of mine.
“Your master has something to say to you,” she whispered.
I looked around and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Norman was sitting on the edge of the bed with Bettie beside him. He touched my leg and I shuddered. Hurt filled his eyes and he cleared his throat, putting his hand back in his lap.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I overreacted. But Courtney is supposed to clear activities with me before they are done. I shouldn’t have spanked you. I was angry.”
I looked down at the sheets of the bed, my bottom still feeling sore.
“Ladies, would you please leave me with Samantha,” he said.
The other two stood without question and left the room, closing the door behind them.
“Samantha,” he whispered, scooting closer on the bed. “Please, forgive me. I never want to bring you harm and I reacted too harshly to a situation that could have been discussed with a family meeting.”
He rubbed my legs. I relaxed and allowed him to touch me, guilt filling my gut as my memory of the event returned. I knew better than to say anything. If I told him now, it would ruin our moment together. How long could I hide it?
“I love you, sir,” I whispered, pushing away my horrible thoughts.
“I love you, too, darling,” he said while leaning over the bed to kiss me. “I want us to be a family and to do things together, so we’re going back to the club tonight.”
I buried my face into his neck to hide my disappointed face. While I was excited to go, I was worried Stanley might entice me to walk away from my family and commit another act of infidelity. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stop myself. He had been so mysterious sitting in the corner while watching me cum, and his fingers were so delicate against my skin at the party. Norman pulled me back from his neck and planted a kiss on my lips.
“Are you up for that? Would you like to go?” he asked.
I shrugged.
He leaned forward, slipped his hand up my blouse, and then pressed his lips to my ear while whispering, “I want to see you cum again.”
It caused me to shiver and smile, running my fingers up his arm.
“Well, in that case, I’ll go,” I replied.
Norman smiled.
“That’s a good girl,” he said.
Hearing this made me giggle and I followed him out of the room into the kitchen where Courtney was setting up dinner. We took our plates to the dining room and ate our fill of fajitas, quietly chewing while reflecting on the incident that happened today. Bettie looked shaken up. It had probably triggered her memories of the mansion and I felt for her, wishing that her and I could just lie in bed together instead of going out. But Norman wanted to go and we were obliged to follow.
After eating, Bettie and I cleaned up, my stomach doing flips as I rinsed plates in the sink. She noticed my sullen face and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Are you alright, Sam?” she asked, peering deep into my eyes.
I offered a polite smile.
“Of course,” I replied. “I’m just tired.”
I wondered if she could tell that I was lying. She kissed my cheek and patted my bottom, winking as she retreated to the room to get ready. When I was done washing dishes, I followed suit and helped her pick out something sexy to wear. Norman approved of our outfits and we all piled into the car, heading for the club where I hoped I could retain my sense of fidelity.
I hoped hard tha
t I could prove myself faithful this time around.
Chapter Seven
At the club, we walked proudly into the dungeon room where a play scene was already in full swing. Master Mike greeted us and shook Norman’s hand, commenting on how lovely his ladies looked. Norman peered approvingly around the room after Courtney pointed out all the equipment and said he wanted to see his little girls play together.
“Where?” Bettie asked with a grin.
Norman pointed to the cage.
“I think that looks like fun. Why don’t you get Bettie strapped in?” he asked.
We nodded obediently and walked over to the cage, setting our drinks down on the table next to it. I walked in first and waited for Bettie to follow, inspecting the straps along the cage that we could use. Bettie looked timidly at the straps.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You’ll be alright. This is different.”
Bettie took a deep breath and took my hand in hers, pressing her forehead to mine.
“Keep me safe,” she whispered.
“Of course,” I said. “I will never let anything bad happen to you.”
Courtney walked up beside us and took Bettie’s hand. I helped her lean against the cage, wrapping a strap around her wrist as Courtney did the other. She was shaking a bit as we strapped in her ankles, but she calmed down when I knelt to the ground and started massaging her thighs. Norman stood near the entrance of the cage and kept his arms folded as he watched us move. Courtney pulled up Bettie’s dress and cupped her breasts, causing her to moan. A small group of patrons had gathered near the entrance of the cage next to Norman to watch. He smiled wide.
I was pleasantly surprised to find Bettie wasn’t wearing panties. She must have removed them before we got into The Dungeon and I smiled as I pressed my lips into her soaked peach. A soft moan came from her lips and I looked up to find Courtney trailing kisses along her collarbone, gently twisting a nipple between her fingers. It was a delightful sight that inspired me to dig my tongue deeper, eliciting sweet juices to flow into my mouth. Her thighs were quivering. I kept them still with my hands as I lapped at her delicious fruit.
Charged with excitement, Bettie rolled her hips forward and I gripped her legs, Courtney leaning in to take a nipple between her lips. She sucked dutifully at each breast and nibbled her neck, her mouth hanging open in a state of ecstasy. I could hear the crowd behind us chatting intermittently.
“Such a good girl,” said one.
“And so beautiful,” said another.
“What’s your secret, Norman?” asked Master Mike.
“Kidnapping,” he said with a chuckle.
My heart sank. Did he really mean that? I slid my fingers over Bettie’s sweet peach and looked back to see him joking with the other patrons. Just behind him was a familiar man in a pale mask, eying us with a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes. It was Stanley. A smile crossed my lips when I saw him and I went back to eating the fruit in front of me, inspired to lick with more fervor. Bettie groaned as she pulled against her restraints and the crowd gasped with excitement.
“She’s close,” one of them commented.
It caused me a smile and I inserted one finger into her peach, digging deep to find the special place within that would make her pop. I was devastating her control. It was evident in the way she bucked into my mouth, each roll of my tongue causing her to gyrate as she drew closer to her climax. I watched as Courtney slipped her tongue into Bettie’s mouth and another round of moans were muffled by their impassioned kiss. I could feel Stanley watching.
In mere moments, Bettie was shivering and baying against the cage. Her body rattled as I lapped feverishly and her feminine portal opened to release a rush of fluid that I licked up happily. Another loud cry signaled her finale and she collapsed, consumed by satisfaction. A round of applause erupted behind us and I rose to kiss Courtney who licked away the nectar from my face. Norman came forward and kissed each one of us, congratulating us on a beautiful performance.
“Did my girls enjoy that?” he asked.
“Yes, we did,” Courtney said.
“Good. Let’s get hydrated and do that again,” Norman said.
We took Bettie out of her restraints and propped her up, fanning her to cool her off as someone brought her water. I turned to accept the cup and found Stanley, unmasked, handing it over to me. I stood frozen for a moment.
“What do you say, little one?” Norman asked.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Norman smiled approvingly.
“You have very obedient girls,” Stanley commented. “It’s quite refreshing. My old playmate was particularly bratty.”
“They’re very good to me,” Norman commented as I lowered my eyes to the cup. “They’re so sweet.”
I turned away from their conversation, hoping Stanley would disappear, but he stuck around to discuss training with Norman. I tried to think of a way to get away, hoping perhaps Courtney would want to drag us out for a drink and dancing. Bettie pulled me into a hug.
“Thank you,” she whispered into my ear.
I smiled.
“Of course, dear,” I replied. “Anything for you.”
“I think it’s time for a drink,” Norman said while opening his arms for us to cuddle in.
“Yes, sir,” we responded.
We headed for the door and I could feel Stanley’s eyes watching us walk away. I lifted my dress to show off a little of my bare bottom, hoping he would notice. Maybe he’ll follow. At the bar, Norman ordered us a round of martinis and we sipped them while watching the people dance. I could hardly finish my drink before Courtney pulled Bettie and I out into the middle of the dance floor, smoothing her hands over our hips and shaking her bottom to the beat. It was beautiful to flow with my sisters. We were moving fluidly under the wash of color, bouncing between the sea of bodies as they moved in tandem to the music.
A hand slipped over my stomach and pulled me away from my sisters who didn’t seem to notice I was gone. I looked up to find Stanley. His grin spoke of mischief and I pressed my bottom into the bulge of his jeans, resting my head on his shoulder as we swayed to the music. Time slowed in this moment. The lights appeared fixed over the crowd and the music became a slow rumble, our bodies flowing seamlessly between the crowd until we were next to the stage.
As I moved my hips, I looked around to see if anyone was watching. My sisters had melted into the rest of the crowd and I was left alone in the dim world of Stanley and me. He was slipping his hand up my dress. I didn’t stop him. While his fingers caressed my quivering petals, I felt the vibration of the speaker behind us blare a new bass line. It woke me from my fantasy and I was struck with fear to find that Norman was looking straight at me from the bar. His mouth was turned down in a frown.
I pulled away from Stanley who immediately tried to grab me back, my thin body slipping between people moving to get back to my sisters who I couldn’t find. As I looked around, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to the other side of the crowd. I turned to face Norman who was fuming.
“Who was that?” he asked over the loud rhythm.
I shook my head.
“Samantha,” he said firmly. “You better tell me who that was.”
“I don’t know!” I lied, trying to twist out of his grip.
His eyes were burning. I could feel the anger flowing through his fingers that were wrapped around my tiny wrist, skin burning from the jealousy that was beaming from his face. Guilt returned. I had dishonored him heavily by dancing with someone else. He pulled me into the back hallway where the sound was muffled by the walls and sat me on a bench near the back door.
“How do you think it makes me feel to be complimented about your obedience one moment and to see you dancing with a stranger the next?” he asked while cupping my face between his hands.
Tears welled in my eyes. What was wrong with me? Was I not satisfied? Surely I had not become bored of my own family when I had just returned to them. It rattled my ch
est to be so dishonorable and then I realized I was sobbing. Norman knelt down in front of me.
“Your fidelity means everything to me,” he said. “And to see you doing that…”
He trailed off, looking away while licking his lips.
“To see that disrespects me,” he finished.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered weakly.
“What is it? Are you bored? Do you need something new?” he asked.
I shook my head. I wasn’t sure what I needed other than a firm hand to put me in place. Perhaps part of me knew he was going to be angry about us going out, so I instinctively cheated to make us even.
That isn’t right, I thought quickly. You’re just being bad for the sake of being bad.
Did I just want to be naughty?
Norman pulled my face in close to his, wrapping his other hand around my throat and gently applying pressure.
“You better not leave me,” he said firmly. “Not after all I went through to get you back.”
I shuddered against his grip. He could certainly take my breath away, in more ways than one. There was no reason for me to run off and find adventure with someone else when I owed him my life. He saved me from the most deviant of creatures and had coddled me to health, treating me with everything my heart desired: my old job, my family, new clothes, and anything else I could think of. He is my savior.
What is wrong with me?
Chapter Eight
When we left the club, Norman treated us to a midnight snack at a diner nearby. I picked at my food as the others chatted excitedly about the club, talking about all the play scenes they wanted to do in front of others. Courtney even suggested getting her photography in there to take some model photos of the girls.
“Nothing too risque,” she added. “Just something sultry for the fashion industry to ogle over.”
Norman smiled.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea, darling,” he said. “You should do it.”
Courtney giggled and munched on a fry, taking his hand in hers. She nudged her foot against me under the table. When I looked up, her eyes expressed concern. I smiled weakly.