by Penny Birch
‘It’s a good idea anyway,’ Andrea said. ‘Come on, Naomi, let’s have those knickers off!’
‘I have to take my trousers off, everything!’ Naomi protested.
‘No problem,’ Andrea answered.
She was so cool. She just reached up under her skirt, right in front of the horrified Naomi. I caught a glimpse of flesh and the straining hem of one stocking under her uniform skirt, then the white of her panties as she took hold of them. They came down, and off, to be waded into a tight ball of cotton and presented to the hapless Naomi’s mouth.
‘Come on!’ Andrea urged. ‘Open wide.’
Naomi’s mouth came open, slowly, reluctantly, but she did it. Immediately Andrea wadded the panties in, all of them, to leave Naomi with her mouth slightly open to show a little piece of white material. I was giggling, unable to hold back my amusement, and both of them gave me dirty looks as Andrea began to uncoil one of the hanks of rope.
‘Hands behind your back,’ she ordered Naomi. ‘Stand straight.’
I could see Naomi shivering, and she was seriously reluctant, but she did it, turning, to cross her wrists in the small of her back. Andrea twisted the rope around them in a tight figure of eight, tying the centre off. More followed, the rope wound around her waist to fix her wrists in place, then up, to her head, and around her mouth, holding the panties firmly in.
‘There we are, I bet that feels better already,’ Andrea teased as she lashed off the knot behind Naomi’s head. ‘Now you, Samantha. Hands behind your back.’
Sam obeyed, and was given the same treatment, tied up so that she would be unable to protect herself during the coming punishment, except by running, and with her trousers down that was just going to look comic. It would also mean they got seen.
‘Good girls,’ Andrea stated, patting Sam’s bottom. ‘Now, Jade, if you could find me a nice strong piece of wood, we’ll see about punishing these two, shall we?’
‘Just twigs, or shall I make a birch?’ I asked, catching Naomi’s look of surprise and worry as she realised I was not to be punished at the same time.
‘Neither,’ Andrea answered. ‘A stick, say six foot, and thick. Nothing rotten.’
I found what she wanted, which took a few minutes. By the time I got back, she had the girls kneeling, side by side, with their bottoms pushed out into twin balls of glossy black leather. I was sorry she hadn’t stripped them, but they hadn’t been so lucky with their boobs. Both had had their bras pulled up, and the round, girlish globes of flesh hung bare from their chests, swinging slightly to their breathing, the nipples erect. Their heads were hung too, but as I approached Sam turned to give me a look of reproach and a quick nod, indicating that I should get down beside her.
‘Samantha thinks I ought to be getting it too,’ I told Andrea as I passed her the stick. ‘Isn’t that right, Sammy?’
Sam nodded furiously, Naomi joining in.
‘I would punish Jade,’ Andrea said as she laid the stick across the girls’ backs. ‘In fact I might do, later. For now I choose not to. Besides, I need her to help me fuck you.’
That got a reaction out of them, both turning their heads in protest and mumbling through their gags. I couldn’t help laughing, but Andrea took no notice, calmly lashing the stick across first Naomi’s wrists, then Sam’s, fixing them together and leaving them more helpless still.
‘All yours,’ she announced, standing. ‘Sorry about taking their tits out, but I just couldn’t resist it. You can do their bums anyway. I’ll hold them down if they need it.’
‘Thanks, Andrea!’ I answered.
I knelt, grinning like an idiot. Both Sam and Naomi were looking back, their eyes filled with impotent rage at the realisation that they weren’t going to be punished by the stern, powerful Andrea, but by me. Not that they could do a thing about it, bound and helpless, with her easily able to keep them under control if they tried to get up.
Their bottoms were just so tempting, stuck out in their trousers, round and girlish, with the shapes of their pussies encased in black leather. I could so easily have kissed them, and rubbed my face into their bottoms, but held myself back, determined to stay dominant. I had a grope anyway, stroking them and smoothing my hands over their cheeks, to feel the roundness and the soft texture of their flesh.
Being felt up made them squirm, but with Andrea stood over them neither tried to rise. I took my time, and even began to smack, letting them think they might get away with bare boobs and a spanking on leather. There was no chance of that.
‘You have lovely bottoms,’ I declared, patting both at once. ‘Yours is meatier, Sammy, a little, but Naomi’s is wonderfully round. Which is the most spankable? I’m not sure. Perhaps I can decide once I’ve pulled down your trousers.
That set them off again, mumbling through their gags and wriggling their bottoms about, until Andrea had to slap Sam’s face. That shut her up, and she was as good as gold as my fingers found the button of her jeans and popped it open. Her zip came down, and I did it, easing her trousers off her hips and bum, slowly, letting her feel it as she was exposed, inch by inch, of flesh, then the tight black panties she had on, and more flesh, the chubby tuck of her bottom, most of which was spilling out of the sides.
With her trousers down and her panties on show I could hear her breathing, urgent, almost in panic. There was no doubting her arousal though, with a big damp patch making a harp shape over her pussy.
‘You’re wet, Samantha,’ I told her. ‘Come and look at the little tart’s pussy, Andrea.’
Andrea came round, and together we inspected Sam’s pussy. She held still, to my surprise, even when Andrea used the handle of the whip to poke a fold of panty material up the wet hole.
‘Hot little bitch, isn’t she?’ Andrea said, watching it go in.
‘Who’d have thought it?’ I agreed. ‘So much to only getting off when she’s on top.’
I moved to Naomi, leaving Andrea to explore Sam’s rear. She fought a little, but it was hopeless, and I soon had her trousers loose, then down, to discover bright red panties underneath. Just like Sam’s, they were wet at the crotch. I stood, licking my lips at the sight, with my fingers shaking at the thought of what I was about to do.
‘Right,’ I said, ‘panties down and it’s time you had your bums whipped.’
Bending, I put a hand into the waistband of each pair of panties. Sam’s bottom twitched, Naomi gave a muffled protest, and I began to pull. Out they came, two round, naked bottoms, flared to show bumholes and pussies as the panties came down, and off, settled down into their leathers to leave absolutely everything showing. Again, I just wanted to lick their rears for them, but again I resisted my natural inclinations. Instead I took the whip from Andrea and walked around in front of the girls, showing it to them. Sam gave a little broken moan. Naomi shut her eyes, unable to look.
I’ve been punished side by side with another girl often enough to know how it feels, sharing your shame, but each knowing how the other looks and feels, and that they in turn know. In some ways it’s comforting, in others worse than being done alone. Hearing them cry as they’re beaten, for instance, and knowing it’s my turn soon, or watching as they crawl to lick at their persecutors while I’m still in the throws of punishment.
It’s bad enough in a lesbian club, where I want everyone to see what I’ve got. Outdoors it’s worse, far worse, and I was sure the girls felt the same, for all their confidence. Nude is one thing; tied up with your panties around your knees is quite another. It was revenge, it was perfect, and I was going to take my time.
I began to flick the whip at their bottoms, gently, barely hard enough to leave marks. They reacted though, wincing and making the funniest little sounds through their noses. I made the smacks harder, aiming some at their pussy-lips, and they started to squeak and whimper, shaking their heads and looking back to beg my mercy with their eyes.
That’s the thing with whipping a dominant. They’re not used to it. Smacks which would have had me gi
ggling and sticking up my bum for more obviously hurt. It just made me worse, laying the whip in harder, until they were really gasping, both of them, making the most pathetic sobbing noises. Their skin was starting to redden, and they were well on heat, with both their pussies swollen and wet with juice. I began to tease them, telling them it was time for their fucking, but going back to beating them.
Andrea watched it all, smiling in delight and occasionally reaching down to stroke one of the girls’ heads, or to pet her boobs or bum. She was sweet about it, soothing, but I knew that for them her sympathy would only add to their humiliation. She was getting horny too, I could tell, and I wasn’t at all surprised when at last she gave in. Her uniform skirt came up, her panties were pulled to one side as she sank into a squat. The gag was pulled free, and Andrea’s pussy shoved firmly into Sam’s face. Sam began to lick, straight away, and I just laughed.
‘What a little tart!’ I crowed. ‘Look at your friend, Naomi, your tough, leather dyke friend, licking pussy because she’s been given a hot bum! Are you going to be the same, are you?’
I gave Naomi a hard cut across her cheeks, making her kick and blow out the air through her nose in shock. That looked funny, and I gave her another one even as she frantically shook her head.
‘We’ll see,’ I said, ‘maybe you need fucking first, up your bum.’
That really had her squirming, kicking and tugging at the stick, until Sam’s face was pulled away from Andrea’s crotch.
‘Stay still, you little bitch!’ Andrea ordered, and grabbed Sam by the hair, pulling her hard in.
Sam began to lick again. Andrea’s mouth came open in pleasure, and I realised she was going to come. I watched it happen, still smacking the whip against Naomi’s bottom as Andrea’s face glazed in ecstasy. She came, biting her lip to stop herself crying out, with her hand twisted hard in Sam’s hair and the most beautiful expression on her face.
My hand was already up my skirt, pressed to the wet cotton of my panty crotch. I had to come, or I was going to lose control. With a last hard cut for each bottom, I dropped the whip, going to Naomi’s head end despite my desire to burrow my tongue up the tight brown bottom hole that tempted me so much. I squatted down, Naomi gasping as I tugged the rope free of her mouth. Andrea’s soggy panties came out, my skirt was up and my own panties aside. I pressed my pussy to her mouth, taking her by the hair, only to find her pursing her lips and trying to pull her head aside.
‘Lick it!’ I ordered.
Naomi did nothing, but Andrea responded, taking hold of the whip. Naomi saw, and before it had even made impact with her bum she was licking, as obedient and servile as Sam, lapping at my pussy with desperate eagerness, just to spare her bottom from Andrea’s attention.
She got her whipping anyway, Andrea taking turns with them, smack after smack, and a lot harder than I’d done it. They were soon squealing, Sam especially, but we were too far gone to care, Andrea applying the whip as I rubbed myself into Naomi’s face, glorying in my revenge and her submission until my orgasm started and all I could think of was the ecstasy of having her tongue on my clitty.
We’d have fucked them, side by side in their bondage, maybe even up their bums. It never happened though, because Sam’s cries got too loud and we attracted attention. It wasn’t one of the gay guys either, who wouldn’t have mattered. In fact I was sure at least one had had a peep at us through the bushes. Instead, it was some officious-looking bloke in a peaked cap, and it was only Andrea’s quick thinking that stopped us getting caught.
She saw him coming, but instead of panicking, she made out that she’d been caught short. He was told in no uncertain terms to keep his distance, and he did. I stayed down, praying he’d go away, and when Andrea called him a dirty Peeping Tom he did.
The moment was gone though, with the girls pleading to be untied. I’d have liked to be as hard to them as they had been to me, but I couldn’t find it in myself and obliged, pulling up their panties and helping Andrea to untie them. We made it, but it was a close thing, with the man hanging around on the grassy area we’d crossed to get there, and obviously suspicious. Fortunately he didn’t have the guts to face us down. What he thought a traffic warden was doing with two girls in leather and one quite obviously dressed for sex is anybody’s guess, but I’ll bet it kept him in wanks for months.
If I had any sense at all, I’d have left it there. Both Sam and Naomi were seriously humiliated, and they both had red bums. I’d even come, and it really should have been enough for me.
Unfortunately, as we beat a hasty retreat to our cars, I was thinking of the extent to which they had used me, and I just didn’t feel satisfied. Even then, I would probably have left it, but Andrea was up for more and wouldn’t let them go. We’d got them high too, for all their chagrin at our close encounter, and they wanted to come.
So we piled into Naomi’s car, full of nervous laughter for what had happened, and with Andrea every bit in charge, just as AJ was when she was with them. They were teasing me, and threatening to get even, but it didn’t matter, as long as I had Andrea. Besides, there was that ever-present little voice in the back of my head, telling me that the best possible thing to happen was for me to get caught out and comprehensively punished.
I nearly did, because the most sensible place to go to carry on playing was AJ’s, and they wanted her to join in. I could do nothing, but continue to lie as they asked why she’d set Andrea up for them, until by the time we reached Kingsbury I’d dug myself into the most enormous hole.
Fortunately AJ was out, and not answering her mobile. That was such a relief, and I’d have quit then and there, only the girls knew where she kept her spare key. So we went in, Sam and Naomi acting as if they owned the place and dishing out beers, also telling Andrea about how I’d been given to AJ as a birthday present.
That really had me blushing, and it got worse. She told them about my session in her cell, including the details of how I’d used the potty. They thought it was hilarious, and countered with the story of putting the mess down my trousers on the Heath. I could feel my control slipping away, sure that at any moment one or other of them would suggest that it was about time I was put in my place. For all my instincts, I had to turn it around.
‘Yeah, well you were no better,’ I retorted, as Sam described how turned on I’d been by being made to serve topless outdoors. ‘You were soaking just now. Which reminds me, Andrea, we never did make them come, did we?’
‘No, we didn’t,’ Andrea agreed.
‘How about it?’ I demanded of them. ‘Believe me, until you’ve come while you’re being punished, you don’t know what it’s like. That’s why AJ set this whole thing up.’
‘Eh?’ Sam queried. ‘What do you mean? She’s done that before. Not outside, sure, and always in private. In fact I’m amazed she let you in on it.’
‘Outside, that’s what I meant,’ I said, back pedalling desperately. ‘It’s stronger.’
‘You’re not joking,’ Naomi answered me, ‘but no, not after coming that close to getting caught. I’d rather –’
‘I’d like to make you come anyway,’ Andrea cut in, saving me from whatever awful suggestion Naomi had been about to make. ‘Really, we’d hardly started.’
‘Well, maybe . . .’ Naomi said uncertainly.
‘Come on,’ Andrea ordered. ‘No nonsense. Strip.’
She was wonderful, so stern. I’d have obeyed immediately, and Sam and Naomi barely hesitated. I scurried back, quickly excluding myself so that I’d be able to enjoy another helping of revenge. Bras were peeled up, boots removed, trousers pushed down, only for Sam to stop.
‘One thing,’ she said, ‘you do it, Andrea, not Jade. She’s just too much the sub to take charge.’
‘Fair enough,’ Andrea answered. ‘Jade?’
‘I . . .’ I managed, stuck, but only for a second. ‘Okay, but you can have me as a toy, to use on them.’
‘Sorry?’ Andrea asked.
‘Like, if you want to
humiliate them,’ I went on, ‘to make them kiss my feet or something, but still under your orders.’
‘Sounds good,’ Andrea answered.
‘I’m . . .’ Sam began, but trailed off.
She was still on a high, or she’d never have done it. I had no illusions about why either. It wasn’t for me, but for Andrea, and by extension for AJ, or so she thought. That was good enough for me.
I watched as they finished stripping, all the way. They were so turned on that I could smell their pussies from across the room. Just seeing them nude was good, a privilege I’d never normally have been permitted. The scene’s odd that way, but as a submissive girl I’m much more likely to see my top’s pussy or bumhole than her feet.
‘On the floor,’ Andrea ordered.
They went down, both kneeling, to look up at her with arousal, but fear too, the uncertainty of not knowing what was coming. I did, and they were right to be scared.
‘You two, hands behind your backs,’ Andrea said. ‘Jade, fetch a belt, or a strap.’
‘Where are they?’ I asked.
‘AJ’s room,’ Sam told me. ‘There’s a chest of drawers.’
I scampered quickly upstairs, not wanting to miss anything. I thought I knew were AJ kept her gear, but the first drawer I pulled open only had clothes in it, most of them leather. The second was just full of junk. I pushed it to, but it jammed on a book of some kind with a thick cardboard cover. I pulled at the drawer, irritably, only to stop as I realised that the object was a photo album.
It was impossible not to inspect it, and I pulled it out, expecting pictures of AJ in her leathers, maybe rude ones with any luck. What I got was something very different. The inside cover had a sticker on it, and writing, bright pink writing – ‘Alice Jemima Croft, aged 12’. It was such a wet name, and I was already grinning as I turned the page, then laughing behind my hand.
There she was, in a big print, unmistakable AJ, but with long blonde curls in place of the cropped stubble, and a pink party dress in place of the leathers. She was obviously well proud of herself as well, with a smug expression on her face. There were more too, all of her, alone or with friends, and every one showing her in little cutesy dresses, some with lace, even frills.