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The boys wouldn't be home for a couple of hours so there would be plenty of time for the maid to clean the place. It was going to take forever to wash those dishes, however, before she could start on her chores she had to change clothes. Sara was there to watch. She liked seeing Karen strip and made sure she didn't go too fast. What should have been the short period of nudity between outfits was the time Sara intended to put the next phase of her plan into action.
Karen was sent to the bathroom to remove the plug and then told to get on Sara's bed with her ass in the air. Expecting further abuse she closed her eyes and waited for the first of what she was sure to be many swats. She was mildly surprised when she felt Sara's finger putting the lubricant where the plug had made it's home for most of the day. Even before something larger than a finger started in she knew it would not be the vibrator. She had been waiting for this, not with any fear or trepidation but with excitement. If Sara thought her latest invasion was going to be a punishment she was mistaken. Her training had gotten Karen to appreciate this kind of sexual contact and each time she experienced the vibrator she was imagining what it would feel like to have the larger toy back there. Even more exciting was the thought of having the real thing pumping in and out.
Aside from being a bit larger than the plug it was eagerly accepted with nothing more than a little discomfort but that was only a momentary sensation. She was very tempted to give herself completely to this new and wonderful experience but the thought crossed her mind that Sara would like it better if she didn't know how much Karen was enjoying it so she faked a few cries of pain and begged her tormentor to stop. Of course she didn't. Karen was absolutely right. Sara wanted her to climax with this thing inside her but would have been disappointed if it didn't seem to be a struggle. As she shoved it in and out Karen moaned, "Please, Please." The evil streak in the one controlling the action caused her to increase the depth and speed of the strokes. If she only knew what Karen was actually pleading for and here she was playing right into Karen's plan. Doing her best to act reluctant Karen's would exploded in wonderful orgasm.
Once the huge intruder was removed it was easy to disguise her excitement as fear when Sara told her the secret she shared with the boys in the kitchen that morning. She explained to them that she had been preparing Karen for anal intercourse and tonight was their night to try her out. The face down girl shuddered as Sara gloated and teased about how big they were and how they would stretch the little opening and slam into her repeatedly. Instead of scaring Karen, it just increased her desire. As far the housemaid was concerned, dessert couldn't come too soon.
She made a light supper and it was just as well since nobody had much of an appetite for food. The boys even helped clean-up so they could all meet in the living room as soon as possible. Sara had instructed Karen to ask the males to make use of her new skill but was cautioned to make sure the requirement of rule #9 was accomplished. I can't say she was looking forward to another spanking but like doing the dishes, it was a chore that had to be done before the real fun started.
She was over Pete's lap when he commented that her rear end was in a sorry state. Sara explained that she had given her a stronger than normal spanking but was vague when it came to the reason. Pete shrugged it off and only felt a little sorry for the bottom under his hand. He couldn't take his eyes off the his target and would occasionally catch a glimpse of the tiny opening he intended to fill in a few minutes. At last he rolled her to the floor and ordered her to put the lubricant on him. (Considerate Sara had it immediately available.) Sara thought she would add a little spice and instructed Karen to put her own lubricated finger into herself first to insure the entrance was as slippery as the harpoon waiting for a clear path. This was only mildly embarrassing but Karen was eager to get on with the program.
Pete hesitated for a moment and bent over to put his mouth next to Karen's ear. He asked her if this was what she really wanted. She smiled, turned her head to kiss him and said, "Yes, I really want this. I've been dreaming about it for weeks and only this afternoon I had something almost as large as you (she lied about the size) in there. I want the real thing." She moved back to put opening and probe together and Pete pushed forward.
It was a slow entry but soon it became an athletic event with most of the shouts of encouragement coming from Karen. It was all she hoped for and then some. Her feeling of satisfaction as he finished lasted only a few moments. Tom was next at the starting gate and was welcomed warmly and tightly as Karen reached the next level of consciousness.
When he was finished, Tom followed Pete's example and spent a few moments in the bathroom to clean himself. Sara had a washcloth and cleaned her friend. She wasn't sure whether to be happy or not. Her goal had been achieved but it looked like Karen had enjoyed it a bit too much.
As it turns out, Sara wasn't the only conniving bitch in the room and Karen looked up at her ravishers and said, "Thank you. That was very nice. If you'll allow me to state a preference, I'd just as soon not have you in me back there exclusively. I still want to have you in my other two openings but whichever path you choose, I consider it an honor to serve you. I think now would be a good time for me to apologize for what happened last night."
Sara got worried and said, "That's all right dear. We appreciate your apology but how about some ice cream. Karen can get dressed and it will be my treat."
Karen was not to be distracted from her plan and said it was important that she get her sins off her chest. (Actually, if there was anything on her chest it would have been very visible but...) Sara tried to interrupt her again but she was silenced by Tom who said Karen gave them something special tonight and the least they could do was listen to her confession. They would take Sara up on her offer of ice cream later.
Karen forced herself not to smile as she continued her speech and accepted full responsibility for getting them to have sex with her without fulfilling rule #9. After all, it was just as Sara said, they were only men who were lust driven animals when it came to sex and couldn't be expected to think about anything other than their penises when they saw her in that dress. She should not have led them on and forced herself on them without the proper preparation. Sara had punished her with the spatula today for that very reason and she knew it was well deserved.
Once again Sara tried to form an ice cream expedition but it was too late. The cat was out of the bag and the boys were more concerned with what they had just heard. A few more questions for Karen and as they reflected on the actual events they saw through Sara's flimsy logic. Tom, being a whiz at math, put two and two together and saw Sara's hand controlling the whole thing.
She had set Karen up and punished her for following orders. Not only that but punished her rather severely. The rules had stated that the spatula was only to be used when Karen wanted to initiate sex. Furthermore, unless they were all present, no implement other than a hand was to grace her bottom.
Sara tried to shrug it off but the boys were having none of that as they grilled her with question after question. She finally broke down and they got the whole story. She even admitted that the part about them being mindless lusty animals originated from her lips. Further probing (mental probing this time) of the two woman elicited the information that although Karen now enjoyed the kind of sex they shared tonight she was not a willing participant when Sara started the training.
There were tears in Sara's eyes as she pleaded guilty to every charge. There was only one penalty suitable to match all her crimes. She stood up and stripped. Being nude in front of them was nothing new and although she thought she understood how Karen felt when she had to bare her bottom, she hadn't realized how terrible it was to expose your whole body for no other purpose than for it to suffer pain. Pete helped her put on the restraints and she was tied down, Her stoic attitude shattered as they made her kiss the paddle before her mouth was gagged.
They explained to the frightened woman that they might have gone along with her plan if she had told them but as it stood she treated them like idiots and duped them into taking part in her plot. The penalty they decided on was ten swats from each of them and then since Karen got the worst of the charade she would finish the job for as long as she wished. Sara was shaking her head rapidly. She wasn't looking forward to the boys paddling her but she knew she deserved it and would accept the punishment. However, she didn't like the idea of the slut/slave/maid/cook/etc. getting her shots at her in the least. Isn't that cute, tied down and gagged and she was only willing to accept paddling from Tom and Pete as if she had a choice in the matter. Then she was told that since the men were mindless animals whose only interest other than sex (and they would get around to that later) was sports they would make a game out of the paddling. She would be blindfolded and have to guess who gave her the first set and if she guessed wrong she got another dose from the same guy and the second sportsman would also have his allotment doubled. If she guessed right she won nothing. As for their other interest in life, she would provide a suitable outlet (or inlet) to satisfy their animal urges after her bottom was properly paddled. Her head showed she didn't think much of this idea but who cared?
They used a towel over her eyes and flipped a coin. Tom won the right to be the first to apply the paddle to virgin territory. Judging from the amount of struggling they assumed Sara was getting the message quite strongly. The towel was wet with tears when they removed it and Pete said, "Now the test. Was it Tom or me? Nod once if you think it was Tom and twice if you think it was me. You've got five seconds and no answer is a wrong answer."
He counted and got to four when Sara nodded twice. He kissed her on the cheek and said, "Sorry, it was Tom and to prove it I'll stand here so you know we're not cheating as he does it again. By the way, your ass colors nicely. It ought to be very pretty shade of red even before Karen gets her turn."
It shouldn't be necessary for me to describe every swat the boys gave her. Suffice it to say that his prediction about the color of her bottom was correct. They gave her a five minute respite but anyone who has ever gotten a paddling like that knows that it is not a pleasant recess. Her ass was hurting beyond belief and the pain grew even when the paddle stopped. Put yourself in her state of mind. Agony and humiliation and knowing it's not over yet.
Karen was reluctant to take part in Sara's punishment. She knew every swat she gave the woman who slept in the bed next to her was only a loan and would eventually be paid back with interest. But the boys wouldn't hear of her failing to see the errant roommate properly chastised. The first swats were rather light but with encouragement from the audience she started to strike harder. It was intoxicating. Although she had seen Sara getting a spanking or two from the guys it was nothing like this. The target's whole body shook with each blow and the one who was normally at the receiving end of the paddle found herself fascinated by the response she achieved. She really got into it and probably would have spent the next hour swinging the paddle and had to force herself to stop. She was satisfied with the visible results but guilt swept over her so she dropped the wooden object that should only have been used on her and ran to kiss the tears from her friend's cheeks.
While Karen stayed at Sara's head and gave what apologies and comfort she could. The boys took advantage of her position which gave them access to her genitals and she got to feel what it was like to be ravished by guys wearing rough jeans which slammed against and scraped her extremely sore bottom with each energetic thrust. When they were done they removed the bonds holding her down, let her rise and returned her ability to speak. She was still crying but managed to give them her heartfelt apology and held Karen's hand as she thanked each of them for punishing her. As hard as it is to believe, she actually meant every word of it.
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