Part Two
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Marta returned by way of the kitchen, where she fixed herself a drink at her leisure. This had hardly been the relaxing Friday night homecoming she’d been looking forward to, but she had to admit that properly punishing her naughty girl was making her feel better. She loved the girl more than life itself and didn’t begrudge her one moment’s pleasure; this was strictly about honoring the commitments they made to each other. Marta believed the punishment should fit the crime, and in her view Laurie had earned a bit more than a sore behind and a spell in the corner for this one.
Marta had changed out of her work clothes; she was now quite comfortable in a pair of shorts and a T shirt. She took a long swallow of her Scotch and soda and padded back into the living room with a box in her hand. There she was: the beautiful Little Miss Naughty, still standing vigil in the corner with her hands on her head. Marta smiled; perhaps this Friday evening wasn’t going to be a bust after all. She sat down on the couch, putting her drink on a coaster and the box on the coffee table.
“Okay, over here, little one.”
Laurie sighed-groaned in a mixture of relief and foreboding. Relief, because she could finally drop her hands from their uncomfortable position and escape the monochrome boredom of the corner. Foreboding, because of what she had been promised next. She tiptoed over to stand in front of Marta, still blushing because of her one-sided nudity and the way she’d carried on over her lover’s lap. Then her eyes fell on the dreaded box on the table, and she decided to make another plea for clemency.
“Please, Baby,” she begged. “I’m already so sore, I’m hardly gonna be able to sit all weekend. I’m sorry I used it alone; I promise I won’t do it again.”
“Well, you see, that’s the problem,” her disciplinarian replied coolly. “You already promised, and we saw how that turned out, didn’t we?”
Laurie crossed her arms across her chest and stamped her foot again in a mixture of nervousness and petulance. Marta simply beckoned her with one finger and patted her lap. As if robbed of volition, the girl crept over and lay across her lap again.
Marta patted her girlfriend’s voluptuous behind. “Still a nice, hot shade of pink. How lovely!”
“Ohh!” Laurie kicked her bare legs, embarrassed and frustrated. Marta laughed softly and opened the box, removing a medium-sized vibrating butt plug and some lubricant. She lubed it up and spread Laurie’s bottom cheeks with her left hand, then began the gradual process of inserting it with her right. Laurie’’s cheeks involuntarily tightened at this unwelcome intrusion. She was rewarded with a stinging smack to her sore backside (one that made her yelp) and an order to relax.
Eventually, Marta had the anal intruder buried to the hilt. She used the app on her phone to program it to kick on at medium speed for two minutes every half hour. Then she commanded Laurie to lie down on her back on the couch. The girl stood up and fixed her disciplinarian with a truly pitiful, imploring look, but Marta was resolute. Not even Laurie’s prettiest little pout could deter her from keeping her promise. Laurie sighed in resignation and lay on her back.
Marta pulled the vibrating dildo from the box and lubricated it thoroughly. Then she applied some more lubricant to Laurie’s vagina. The girl jumped a bit at the sudden cold in her most sensitive spot. Marta gradually worked the vibrator in until it too was thoroughly buried “in the zone;” she then programmed it to match the butt plug’s vibrating schedule. Laurie whimpered at the uncomfortable sensation of being completely “filled” front and back. Marta patted her girlfriend’s private parts twice and told her to sit up.
“Now, you remember how this works, right?”
“Yeah.”
Marta raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You wanna try that again, little girl?”
“Yea...um, yes, Ma’am.”
“Better.” Marta went on to reiterate the diabolical details of Laurie’s promised punishment, one she took pride in having devised. Throughout the weekend, once every half hour, the vibrators in each orifice would kick on at medium speed for two minutes. Long enough to keep the girl enervated and aroused, but never long enough to send her over the edge. Marta would cancel the program at night so the girl could sleep. She would supervise her bathroom visits and shower with her to make sure she didn’t cheat. On Saturday night, when they were scheduled to go out to dinner with friends, she would keep Laurie plugged and back on a vibrating schedule (on the lowest setting). Even though the vibrators were inaudible on that speed, Marta was sure her lady would experience paroxyms of embarrassment at that gathering. She found herself smiling contentedly at the thought.
“Okay, I’m gonna call for a pizza while you go change into something more appropriate for a young lady being punished.”
Laurie groaned and stiffened. This declaration meant that her uniform for the weekend was to be her juvenile-looking drop-seat pajamas. Knowing strict Marta, she would be required to pay for the pizza in her embarrassing attire. She would probably keep her flap down all weekend as well (expect for their dinner engagement, of course, for which she’d be allowed to dress). Her hands went to her hips and she tried to affect a defiant attitude. In her current state of dress, it was quite unconvincing. Marta answered by way of overriding the butt plug’s program with a few deft clicks and turning it on at full power. Laurie gasped and practically levitated off the floor.
“OKAY! I’m going...please turn it off!”
Marta chuckled as her lady love fairly sprinted toward their bedroom to change. She did not turn off the plug; she just reset it to medium speed. She’d toggle it back to the every-half-hour setting once Laurie appeared in her pajamas. She looked forward to Laurie’s reactions to the intermittent vibes and her mounting frustration at the too-short duration of the vaginal dildo’s ministrations. Marta was not a vindictive woman, but she had been hurt by the person she loved most. Sterner measure were called for, and justice must be served!
She found a good pay-per-view movie to order and drained the last of her Scotch and soda. Her mind wandered to the thought of having Laurie service her with the Magic Wand before the night was over. Unexpectedly, the spanking she’d given, Laurie’s nakedness, and the dual-vibrator insertion process had put her very much in the mood.
Balance had been restored. This just might well be the start of quite a great weekend after all!
[END]
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That was an awesome ending .
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Bahama Girl! :)
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