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For the first time during this visit the breakfast chair was not uncomfortable experience. We had been busy with each other when we went to bed the night before and only got a few hours sleep so she had to rouse us in the morning. The paddle to remind him that he was to have be dressed and presentable when she came home was still at his place at the table. He gave a comical shudder when he saw it and it got a laugh from all of us. Unfortunately, I shouldn't have laughed too hard as my relief at eating without a sore bottom didn't last too long. She said, "I've left a new chore list for you and you should be done by lunch. The same restrictions apply as to you giving her any spankings. Use your hand only and wait until after lunch. Aside from that her rear end is yours to punish if you think she deserves it. But first, I've been thinking about the five swats she gave you the other night and I shouldn't have had her do that. I can't undo what done but I can even the score. You can use the paddle now but only give her the five she gave you."
He took the paddle and moved his chair back. I got up from mine, took my pajama bottoms off and lay across his lap. I didn't have the severe spanking he did when I gave him my five so they couldn't have been as bad but my bottom didn't care. They really hurt and he took his time making sure I appreciated the effort he put into each one including the extras. When I was getting my five I raised my head and saw her looking at me. Our eyes locked and I couldn't get over the feeling she was enjoying watching someone else spank me. The additional spanks I spoke of were when she said two of his swats could've been better and suggested he do them again. He did and he really put his heart into them. Of more concern to me was he really concentrated his energy on striking and almost sent me off the chair.
Now things were back to normal and I was squirming as I ate. She had shown that she was in control of me even when he was present and there was actually some comfort in that. But there are two sides of me that might seem incompatible. Although I wanted to be hers to torment and play with I also wanted to belong to the one who had just done her bidding. She was slowly introducing me to submissive sex with another female but for the next few hours I was going to relish the attentions and lovely discomforts of satisfying the lusts of a member of the opposing gender and my body was already responding to his spanking and the thoughts of him using me for his pleasure.
She gave us our chores for the day and it was a very short list. Just before she left she made two more suggestions which he was happy to put into practice but I knew she was showing me a little more of her authority over the two of us. She was again looking directly into my eyes when she said, "I want to make sure she understands that she is to obey you. She's had enough to eat. Give her one more and take her upstairs. You can clean up the kitchen afterwards." She delayed her departure until the slap of that paddle resounded off the walls and was followed by my loud but wordless opinion of it. I heard the door close behind her as he just about dragged my in his haste to get me into his room.
I was kneeling on the bed but with my rear end hanging out over the edge as he reminded me how good heterosexual relations can be even if the female was sporting a fairly well spanked bottom. During this process I was able to get my top off and draw his hands to grab what was now hanging free. As he used them to pull me back into him time and time again I was in heaven.
After that we went back to cleaning the kitchen and to get the rest of my pajamas. Then it was time for our shower. Like the day before it was very romantic and although I tried to remind myself that his erotic caresses were only going to get me into a state of unfulfilled excitement I couldn't help myself, I was putty in his hands. After more stimulation from the towels I was about to climb the walls. Sure enough, he sat on the edge of the bad and pointed to show me where he wanted my lips. I sighed as I got to my knees and lowered my head. Even though this form of sex didn't satisfy my body's desires, I found that it increased my feeling of slavery and my needs faded into the back of my mind. My only function was to please my Master.
I was very pleasantly surprised when he lifted my head and gave me what had just been wrapped in foil. I unrolled it over him and he lifted me to my feet, held me over him and slowly guided me to add one more wrapper on his penis. After a while we changed into another position and then another. He was able to last a long time and we found lots of ways to connect. The shower was a waste of time as we generated a lot of sweat in the next forty-five minutes.
It was tempting to take a morning nap after all that exercise but we decided to get the chores done. It was a little easier since I wasn't craving sex as much but he did his best to see that I kept a small fire going down below. It was well past his minimum hour for spanking me before we got everything on her list completed and he looked so sad as he noted that I hadn't done anything to deserve punishment. What's a girl to do to get him to understand how to be a complete master? I shyly pointed out that I was his to pose however and wherever he wanted and had given up my right to refuse his touch on any part of my body no matter now hard he chose for that touch to be. In a minute I obeyed his next command to put myself in a compromising position. My face was only a few inches away from the floor and the highest part of me was providing a willing trampoline for his hand. It wasn't a long spanking by any stretch of the imagination but it was something we both needed.
After lunch I slunk over to him and in my sexiest voice asked he thought we might take an afternoon nap up in his bed. He admitted that I was a real temptation but he had another idea. Actually he had a few questions and I could provide the answers. He led me into the living room and walked right to the drawer where I kept the collar and things. He opened it and said, "Explain this."
I mumbled something about having no idea what he was talking about but he just shook his head. "That's not going to fly. My Mom forgot that I had already seen the movie she sent me to so recalling the plot was a piece of cake. I thought the comment about standing up to watch it was a nice touch. Anyway, I wanted to see her spank you so as soon as I ran the errands I came back here. I parked down the block and peeked in the window. I finally got to see you get the spanking with the paddle but I saw a lot else too. I seem to remember you with this around your neck and I guess it was the leash running under you. It looked pretty tight and you were so cute showing her all the poses I thought up. And you were so hot when she was touching you. I thought I'd died and went to heaven. What a show and the way you carried on when she gave you the real spanking was impressive. Very impressive. And last night I didn't go out with any friends. I was watching you from the very start and it was a good thing all our chores were in downstairs rooms. I had to move from window to window but I saw everything the two of you did including the business of both of you getting off with the vibrator. It was everything Mom said it would be."
I was stunned. He laughed and said, "What's the problem. You're my slave during the day and hers at night. As she said, `It's nice to share.' She saw me looking in the window the first night and that's what the paddling I got was really about. But then she said I could watch again last night. She really doesn't mind coming home and finding you naked. She said I could tell that I knew of your games with her and I'm not going anywhere tonight. She'll be home any minute and she want's you standing in the corner as if you're waiting for a spanking. You won't have to pretend too much. I'm going to give you another five or six or seven with the paddle when she gets here. But first, give me a kiss."
Can you imagine the audacity of him to ask for a kiss after he just told me he knew about what I had thought was a private thing between his mother and me and had just let me know I was going to get a repeat of this morning's short but painful paddle session. What did he think I was. Some cheap slave who was happy that now she really could serve her master and her mistress at the same time. You bet I kissed him. And as I scurried to the corner I wasn't the only one suffering from a raging but unsatisfied libido.
As I waited I was excited and scared and I held my face to the wall when she came in. She said, "Did you tell her?" and he responded, "Yes." Next she asked if I seemed upset and he said I was a little surprised at first but even after he told me he was going to spank me I kissed him. She told me to turn around and held out her arms. I rushed to her and we hugged as she stroked my hair and said, "I hope you'll forgive our little deception. I punished him for spying on us and then thought it over. I really didn't see anything wrong with him watching but I wasn't sure how you would react. Letting the two of you have sex here while I was in the kitchen was the first test and there was something in your eyes this morning as he was spanking you that convinced me that you might be amenable to serving us both. If I'm wrong tell me and we'll forget the whole slave business or I'll send him somewhere and make sure he isn't at the window so it will be just you and me."
I looked up into her face and said, "I want him here with us. Can I put my collar and leash on now?"
She smiled and said, "No. The collar and accouterments will wait until after supper. I believe I have a spanking to watch first. Get the paddle."
I can't say I skipped but there was no reluctance as I went to the kitchen and returned quickly. I kissed the paddle and gave it to him before asking if he wanted me over his lap or in some other position. He chose to have me kneel on the couch with my head down and bottom raised. She sat in the chair where she could see my face and the paddle landed. My rear end was screaming "What have you gotten yourself into" but the submissive nature of my mind was quite happy where it was. I took all five of the assigned swats and then two more although neither of them said there was any problem with the first set. It just seemed proper to give me the same amount I got this morning. Which meant I had one more to go. He waited until she knelt next to me and kissed my face. She whispered, "You look so lovely when he spanks you. Will you take another five for me?" I can still hear my bottom screeching, "No! Say No!" as my mouth quietly answered, "Yes."
By the third I was really wishing I had not agreed to these extras but I had given my word so I kept myself raised and ready as best I could for the last two. I was crying so hard it took me a minute to realize that she was kissing my tears away, telling me it was all over and I had done a good job. What else could I do? I was their slave and theirs to punish.
Even before my tears stopped I was also a receptacle to satisfy the need I encouraged a little while ago and I'm sure my gyrations during the paddling enhanced. She stayed at my face as he got on the couch behind me and his rough jeans scraped my abused skin as my favorite part of him tried to make a decision as to whether it wanted to be all the way in or not. It went back and forth a number of times and I guess it liked the former option since it would return there very fast. Even with Aunt Joan watching us I was shameless in my enthusiasm but it didn't seem right for her to be no more than a casual observer so I reached out to touch her breast. She opened the top of her dress and pulled her bra up before adjusting our relative positions so I could put my mouth on it. There was some difficulty in that Dave's multiple returns to full insertion were bouncing me back and forth but I managed to keep one hand and my lips in contact with her for most of the time.
They reorganized their clothes and sent up to my room to get dressed. Unfortunately she told me what to wear. "I'm sure the jeans you wore to the restaurant were meant to embarrass your parents. I've never seen a pair so tight. You could see every curve of your adorable little bottom and the exact shape of your panties. I think they would be appropriate tonight." Just what I wanted, tight jeans on a sore ass. Every step was vivid reminder of the paddle as I made my way back downstairs again.
Aside from the expected reactions of putting a recently spanked and now tightly wrapped bottom on the chair, it was a wonderful meal. First we heard about her day and then told her all that we did. He had managed to get me into a few new obscene positions and we both laughed at the contortions I had to perform. She said she wanted to see them later and I said, "Sure but I can't pose like that for long. It's not only difficult but some of them were really stretching my muscles and were downright uncomfortable." With love in her voice she said, "We'll see what we can do to help you." I smiled back and said, "Thanks. I may need a little assistance." I might not have been so grateful for her offer it I had realized what it really entailed.
They had a slave to order about but my servitude only included matters of a sexual or punishment nature so cleaning the kitchen was a family affair and I never felt so much a part of their family as I did then. When the last dish was put away she kissed me on the forehead and ever so sweetly said, "I think we're ready now." That was my cue but rather than strip quickly I removed each item slowly. I wanted to relish the thought of making myself nude for my two masters and they seemed to enjoy the slow unveiling of their toy. Before I could head for the living room she held out her arms again and I was wrapped in her loving arms. Dave joined us and it was a very safe and secure group hug. Then I got a not so gentle tap on my rear and I led the way to the drawer.
I proudly put my collar on and we all got a chuckle at my efforts to get the leash hooked properly but eventually I was successful and it was placed properly and cutting me in two. In spite of my desire to please them I hated putting the clothespins on but I did. They made me wait a few minutes after the first one clamped down so I could appreciate its loving bite without the distraction of another nipple demanding its freedom. The lower parts of me got a turn too. He wanted to play the `pull the leash and let go of it so it scrapes back into position' game for a while before I was allowed to kneel and present their slave to them properly.
I shuddered when she said she thought it was time for another spanking and gave the paddle to Dave. I was not stupid enough to think I would go through the rest of the evening without one but I had a faint hope that they would wait until later. It turned out the spanking she was talking about wasn't going to be for me. I watched in fascination as she took her dress off and she explained, "I'm afraid I'm guilty of another small deception with you. I didn't lie but what I said wasn't entirely the truth. Do you remember me telling you about a woman I knew who liked to be spanked? That was me. In fact I still feel the need for an occasional bottom warming. Dave knows this and has done the honors for me in the past and I want you to watch him spank me now."
She was down to my designated outfit for my first day here. I was confused and said, "But you spank him for punishment."
As her bra came off she said, "That's different. He knows I'm only doing it for his own good and accepts them in that spirit but he also knows about my special need and realizes that I need his help. However, this will a first for him. I know he got a glimpse of these last night but as far as I know he's never seen me completely naked. Usually I just let him bare my bottom but in honor of your visit I think I want to be spanked in the nude. Beside, I've been just dying to feel that paddle and this will make my introduction to it even better. I know you don't want to be around when I punish him and if you'd rather, we'll leave you here and do this up in my room so you won't have to see me crying."
I said, "Please stay here. I don't want to be alone and since this is something you want to do and not something you have to do, I want to see it. Maybe I'll get some understanding of why the two of you like to spank me."
She smiled as she stepped out of her panties and knelt to kiss me. She said, "I'm sorry to have scared you when I said it was time for a spanking before. I could see you thought I was talking about you getting the paddle. You are going to get spanked later and by both of us but we'll just use our hands and it won't be too bad."
With those words of consolation she stood up and looked around the room. She said, "Usually I lay across some pillows on my bed and we've never done it here. What do you think, Dave? Shall I kneel on the couch like she did or maybe I should be bent over the arm of the easy chair?"
He answered in a way that showed he was taking his charge seriously. If Aunt Joan wanted him to spank her it was going to be on his terms. He said, "Both. We'll start with you bent over and then move you to the couch but there's a third option you didn't mention and that's how we'll end it. I'm big enough now so holding you on my lap should not be a problem. Shall we start?"
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