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After the lunch dishes were put in the sink (she would get her chance to wash them later) they all trooped back to the living room. Tom picked up the paddle and pointed to the arm of the sofa. In fear, excitement and resignation Karen put herself in the appropriate position. For the next eternity, he proved himself to be a very apt pupil of Sara's methods. Karen's willpower finally gave up and needed some assistance so Pete held her hands tight for the rest of Tom's firm application of the paddle. In time, Karen would be able to tell the difference in the paddling techniques but for today, all she knew was that it hurt beyond everything she imagined.
It wasn't till he stepped back to accept the accolades of his appreciative fellows that Karen remembered that she still had one more of these trips to hell and back to go through later that same afternoon. She also did not for a minute consider the possibility that her ordeal would be over at that point. She knew the evening held more torments but was comforted (but only slightly) that the no sex restriction would removed. The fire in her ass was not the only ache she suffered. She could only hope they would quench that thirst. Already she was planning ahead. She had to finagle her way to satisfy Sara first and do such a good job that the other female would not interrupt the men when they were seeing to Karen's ever growing need.
They (Sara, Tom and Pete) stayed clothed and watched television while the dishes were being washed. For a second time she passed the kitchen inspection and breathed a sigh of relief. The next few hours were spent dusting and vacuuming the apartment. The place was spotless and at the risk of feeling like 'Little Suzy Homemaker' she was rather proud of the job she did. Perhaps this regimen was taking effect after all and in the weeks to come she would go about her chores with a real sense of satisfaction. So much so that she would occasionally chastise one of her roommates for leaving a mess or not picking up after themselves. She was so sincere in her concern for the appearance of the apartment that the ones who had the option of giving her a good spanking for talking to them in that tone of voice would quietly apologize and do as she asked.
However, and this is a big however, they were not so impressed by the change in her that they neglected the need to keep her bottom warm. That need by the way was shared by all four of them and for the most part Karen would have missed the spankings as much as her roommates if she went too long without being over somebody's knee. Saturday mornings were another story. Although she never needed two sessions under the paddle just the one was enough. They were far longer than the ones she got (and was to get) this first Saturday and as promised, she would be denied the sex she craved. Whether swinging the paddle or watching the performance the three with their clothes on would get rather excited and Karen would run to clean the kitchen as they attacked each other in noisy and erotic fashion. It was on those nights when she could no longer stand it that she would grab the spatula and the black marker and nakedly (in more ways than one) beg them to spank the bottom still smarting from the morning's paddling and use her for their pleasure.
But we digress. Let us return to our heroine's first trying day in her new status. The chores are done and the inspection complete. There is no need for extra punishment but as she watches them drift towards the living room she knows it's time for Pete. She meekly follows and picks up the object that has caused her nothing but pain. The romantic fantasy of a junior high school girl baring her bottom to Mr. Arden and his paddle has been replaced by the harsh reality of its never ending sting. No, sting is far too short of the mark. Agony comes closer but even that doesn't do justice for the message this thing delivers. She wonders if they would stop her from running to her room and locking the door. Surely they would understand that there's a limit to how much punishment one girl can take.
The new rules left her excited and a little scared by what she would become to them, a sex slave to be used and abused. She also knew the 'until further notice' clause really meant for as long as they wanted to keep her as their toy. More importantly, the clause stated that it required the unanimous consent of *all* roommates to be lifted and she would be the last to vote yea. The rules gave her exactly what she wanted. She could keep a reasonable semblance of 'normal' life and still live out the fantasy of being submissive to their every whim. Her rear end reminded her that fantasies and real life don't always match up they way we dream they would but the overpowering need in her soul (and other places) convinced her she had found her niche in life. She would see it through and if her ass got a little sore in the process that would be acceptable. No, she had to admit it was not just acceptable, it was desirable and even more to the point, necessary. She had already been spanked twice if you can call the beatings with the paddle spankings and had survived. If she kept her nose clean she would only have to endure the paddle once a week. Beyond that, a few hand spankings, even if she got more than one every day, would be bearable and in her heart she knew she craved them. All these thoughts ran through her head in the few seconds they waited.
The nagging problem to Karen was if she had the courage and resolve to invite the paddle to visit with her again now. She could plead with them to let Pete use it tomorrow. Surely they would...
Lets face it, what they would or wouldn't do was not the question at all. It was all up to Karen. In one of the great ironies of this kind of relationship, she was the one in control. The decision as to whether or not she was paddled again this afternoon was entirely up to her. Its difficult to talk of pride when you're standing naked (as she had been most of the day) and knowing you've committed yourself to serve them unconditionally but that's what tipped the scales. She was not going to have them think she was a coward and not committed to her decision. She would not back down. She kissed the beautiful/terrifying thing in her hand and gave it to Pete. Wordlessly she walked to the sofa and put herself in position.
She breaks her self-imposed silence by requesting Tom to hold her hands as Pete did earlier and looks back at the athletic man holding the paddle. No words are exchanged as their eyes meet for a few more seconds then would be necessary under the circumstances. Then Karen nods her head at him and turns to bury her face in the cushion.
Pete had two hard (pun intended) acts to follow but he showed his competitive spirit and a gazillion swats later proved himself worthy to the task. There was no part of Karen's ass and thighs that weren't bright red. She was sobbing incoherently and totally unaware of the ovation he received. She was lost in a world bounded only by the areas where the paddle landed so many times. Her recognition that the ordeal was over was when she realized how wet she was and how easily someone plowed into her. Whoever it was hadn't bothered to take his pants off and his rough jeans and belt buckle scraped against her. The skin on her rear end screamed in protest but the part happily filled by repeated impaling was saying, "Shut up back there. This is what we've been waiting for all day."
As her conscious mind joined in the celebration she remembered her plan and unless she did something it would all be ruined. She had to get Sara out of the line of fire or she would steal what was rightfully Karen's. The poor thing had paid dearly for this and was not about to lose it. She raised her head and called out to the other girl. A brief description of what she had in mind and Sara quickly shed her clothes and slipped under Karen on the sofa. Karen's moans of pain and pleasure were soon muffled as she did everything in her power to keep her competition satisfied and safely away from the boys. She was licking and biting and sucking in the way she would love to have someone do to her and even brought her fingers into the act.
The speed of the assault at her other end was increasing. Victory was but moments away when Sara asked Pete, it was Pete claiming the fruits of his efforts by the way, if he was getting close to coming. He said he was almost there and Sara started sliding away. Oh, No! In desperation Karen had to do something so different and erotic that Sara would have to stay put. She took one of her fingers, well lubricated by Sara's effusions, and slipped it into the tiny hole, hitherto untouched by our long suffering friend. Sara was about to say something else to one of our heros, the one busy in Karen, but her words turned into sounds of new excitement and she fell back to relish the attentions being paid to her. Bingo! or whatever else seems appropriate as Pete finished and in his final thrusts sent Karen over the edge to the climax that had been eluding her all day.
He no sooner left the field of battle when reinforcements arrived much to the delight of the new warrior and the theater of operations he just entered so forcefully. Unlike his predecessor, he was naked below the waist so the only thing slapping against the sore rear end was his skin. Even so the was somewhat uncomfortable but the objections of that part were quickly silenced by the present star of the show. Maybe that paddle wasn't so bad after all if it led to this kind of pleasure.
Karen's eyes opened wide as Tom, who had been enjoying the show at both end of Karen while removing his clothes and saw what she did to Sara decided to follow her example. Karen didn't know which finger (it was his thumb) was inside her but it wasn't where any lover had ever put a finger before. She had read about this kind of sexual contact which is why she choose to try it with Sara and now she knew what it felt like herself. He slid it in and out in a contrasting rhythm to the larger part of him slamming in a tad lower and thought her head was going to blow off any minute. She emulated that action with her own finger and Sara's increased moans gave the indication that both women found this sort of thing very exciting.
Pete knelt at the side of the sofa and slid one hand under Karen and the other on top of Sara. As breasts were squeezed and pinched all the women present were quite happy and both of them were on a series of orgasms getting them higher and higher by the second. The sore skin even joined in the celebration and relished each contact as his thrust got harder and harder and faster and faster. Karen's busy mouth was slamming into Sara with each push from behind and generally you could say the everybody was having a good time.
When Tom reached his inevitable conclusion he stayed inside where it was nice and warm and they began the gentle drift back towards earth. Pete removed his clothes and with the wonderful ability of youth to recover so quickly, half pulled Sara off the sofa so her mouth was available to envelope his reborn erection. In the process she was drawn away from Karen and rolled onto her side. Right in front of Karen's face he planted a firm slap on Sara's bottom. He followed this with a few more and Karen's couldn't help herself. She added her hand performing the same action on the paddle instructor. As far as spankings go this was nothing compared to what Karen got but it was enough to get a few muffled squeals especially when Tom added a third hand descending on the now pink but working towards a deeper color bottom. For her part, Sara rolled over a little more to make her rear end more available and the slaps continued until she was swallowing fast to keep up with the torrent spurting from him.
They all ended up in a satisfied heap on the floor. At last Karen was part of the hugs and gentle kisses shared between the lot of them. The only two who didn't kiss each other were Tom and Pete but what did you expect? A whole apartment full of bisexuals? Sara said she really enjoyed the spanking and thanked them. Karen was pensive. So, it seemed she wasn't the only one who liked having her bottom warmed and she wondered what effect this would have on her status. In some way she was jealous and felt her bottom should be the only one the boys wanted to spank. Only the future will tell.
In time our foursome got hungry and someone suggested a pizza. The only problem was that Karen had been told in the note that she would remain unclothed all day. They had a brief discussion about making Karen go out with them dressed as she was and Karen kept telling herself they were just kidding, weren't they? They were but the next suggestion was more feasible and the girl was getting nervous. They could call in their order and have it delivered. There's was nothing particularly disquieting about that but it was the part where Karen would answer the door naked to pay the delivery boy that got her concerned. That was the sort of thing she knew they were capable of forcing her to do. It was a great relief when that idea was discarded and her friends (owners?) agreed to give her a short reprieve and she could join them but she was to wear only the clothes described in the rules as her maid's outfit.
As if they cared about her opinion, Karen agreed to their conditions. In her room she looked at herself in the mirror. She felt more exposed wearing those clothes than she when she was nude. Never the less, she really wanted to go out with them and if their decree was that she look like a slut than that's what she would do. When she rejoined the others they reminded her of the other requirement of putting these clothes on and although it was obvious to the most casual observer (and there would be plenty of those at the pizza parlor) that she was braless, she pulled the tank top up to bare her breasts. They had been on display for hours so showing them anew should not have been as embarrassing as it was. She was shamed and humiliated as they told her to leave it stretched across her upper torso so her breasts would be visible until the complete inspection was finished. On the verge of tears, Karen lifted the front of the skirt well above her waist and also proved that there was not the slightest bit of underwear covering any of her charms. She held this pose with skimpy garments doing nothing to protect her modesty but rather providing an outline that seemed to accentuate the exposed parts while Tom got a ruler. Only then was she allowed to lower the skirt and he reached under it to verify that it was the proper length.
If only he didn't take so long and let his fingers do a little, make that a lot of exploring. The other two each nibbled on her nipples till she was really turned on. Sara pulled the tank top into its proper place and they all stepped back. Karen was breathing heavy and her nipples were poking out as if trying to pop through the thin fabric. Pete said, "I think we're ready to go now. We'll take my car."
Outside of the apartment they did not treat Karen like their plaything but rather more like the old friend she was to them. However, it was not entirely akin to previous outings as many of the aforementioned casual observers took notice of her manner of dress. Karen tried not to think about sex so her nipples would relax a bit but that was counterproductive. The more she tried to ignore them, the more her body responded. You can be sure, as Karen was, that many pairs of eyes were entranced by the pair of tiny bumps the stood out so prominently from the pair of larger ones under the seeming to get tighter by the minute tank top.
Sitting in the booth presented its own set of problems. First (and foremost) it was very uncomfortable to rest any weight on the part of her rear end which had suffered under the paddle and since they had been very thorough, there wasn't any skin touching the bench that wasn't sore. Then there was the skirt. As short as it was, the hem was between her and the hard wood and added to her discomfort so she pulled it up and sat on her bare bottom. Luckily for Karen, she was on the inside of the booth so this latest embarrassment was not visible to anyone but Tom who was sitting next to her but he quietly informed those across from him. They teased her and suggested she change places with her benchmate but all could see it was just said in fun and in spite of herself, Karen laughed along with them.
Everything went fine for the rest of the meal and the drive home. As they approached the apartment Karen wondered if she should would have to strip again. The note said she was to be naked for the whole day and although it was now evening she didn't think it would be very wise to split hairs over the exact wording. Besides, they had said getting dressed to go out was just a short reprieve so as soon as the door closed she pulled off the tank top and stepped out of the skirt. They gave her permission to put them in her room but she was to return immediately. When she reported back to the living room Pete asked, "Don't you have something to say to us?" Karen wasn't sure what he meant but took a chance. "I'd like to thank you for taking the time to punish me and special thanks to Sara for picking out such an effective paddle."
Sara answered, "You're very welcome. It was our pleasure and I'm sure you and the paddle can't wait till your next meeting. You make a very charming couple. If you don't get the chance to be together during the week at least you'll have next Saturday morning to look forward to but as much as we appreciate your gratitude that was not what we're waiting to hear."
Karen racked her brain and finally remembered Pete's welcoming words when she returned this morning. She was supposed to apologize for being late and not to bother with any excuses or explanations. She knew all along that she would be in for more humiliation and in all probability, more spanking than just the times with the paddle. That struck her as a funny phrase, 'just the times with the paddle'. As if that wasn't the most unbearable (almost) ordeal she had ever experienced. Well that was then (although then wasn't that long ago) and this is now. Her ass was still sore and even the lightest hand spanking was going to hurt so why were her nipples starting to rise? Because of what might happen after the spanking or should she say, spankings. That's why.
She lowered her head and looked as contrite as possible as she said, "I'm sorry I was gone so long this morning. I said I would be back in an hour and was very late. You said you were ashamed of me and if it means anything, I'm also ashamed of myself. I understand that the paddlings were only for my past behavior and I deserved every one of them but I have yet to be punished for failing to keep you informed of my whereabouts while you were waiting and delaying the discipline I needed. Again, I am sorry and assure you it won't happen again."
Tom said, "That was very nice Karen. I think I speak for all of us when I say I'm proud of you for your new and improved attitude."
The other two nodded to show their concurrence with his statement and Tom continued, "Therefore, in light of your recognition of your failings I'm sure you will agree that more than just an apology is necessary to wipe the slate clean."
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