"Oh no sir. If I find a hair I will pluck it out for you."
He pulled her panties back up snugly against her so the center went slightly into the crack. Gave it a couple of pats and told her that was all and to get herself a cup of coffee or a bottle of pop.
I am ashamed to admit that I was sorry she had made it back in time because I was curious about her reaction to her first whipping. I wanted to see if she really was like me. I was sure it would excite me since I would know exactly what she was feeling.
She went to the couch but became bored in a few minutes and came over to me to describe the pampering she received at Cicely's.
Mr. Marker noticed and spoke.
"Mindy, you mother has work to do. We will be going to Brazil in a few weeks, take this book and read the chapters dealing with it. Study in the kitchen and stop bothering your mother."
It was a college textbook. I was ashamed not to know whether or not she could read that well. At quitting time he called her out to stand in front of him.
"Did you read all four chapters."
"Yes Sir. It was very interesting. I am looking forward to going there."
"Let us see what you learned."
He asked her all the questions at the end of the chapters. She gave wrong answers to ten of the questions.
"You will have to learn to study better if you want to go to college. I will give you a spank for each missed question. Have you been spanked before?"
"No sir but I know I deserve it. Actually you should give me twenty."
She had lied but I realized it was a shrewd move to make him think he was the first. It worked because he smiled broadly as he said,
"Yes I agree. Both of you get undressed while I get the paddle."
By the time he had come back with a strap about four inches wide we were both naked and standing there nervously awaiting his next order.
"Janet, spread your legs widely. Mindy put your head between her legs and hold on to her knees."
By the time Mindy had received her twenty spanks we were both in full orgasm. I was excited both by seeing the strap hitting her ass because I could imagine the feeling, and the feel of her hair rubbing against my pussy as she lunged with each lash. We were both sweating from the experience so Mr. Marker had us take a shower where we enjoyed the feeling of the atomized warm spray as we lathered each others body. I asked her how she felt and she said, It was really strange. The sight of the strap frightened me and the first spanks hurt awful but as it went on the pain turned to pure excitement. Even though he just came close to my pussy I came!" When we had finished drying each other we came out to find Mr. Weiss's shop had delivered a few of Mindy and my clothes.
He had us dress in lovely silk cocktail dresses then we rode to the Space Needle for dinner. This was a first for both of us. We enjoyed the changing scenery as the restaurant turned slowly to provide new views. Mindy was proud of the fact that in the makeup provided by Cicely's and the sexy dress the waiter assumed she was old enough and filled her wine glass when he poured ours.
By the time we were going back down in the elevator she was in the giggly stage and Mr. Marker had to tell her to settle down and be quiet. When we were back in the Rolls he told her that she would have to learn how to handle her liquor better and that she would be punished for her unseemly behavior when we got back to the house.
"I am sorry I embarrassed you sir. I should be punished severely!"
By the time we entered the front door Mindy was totally sober and shaking with anticipation. Mr. Marker had us undress then tied Mindy's arms and legs to a large ottoman face up that caused her stomach to arch upwards.
"It will amuse me to see your mother administer the punishment. You must remember that this is an exception. I will always either do any punishment necessary or order it done. Neither of you are to indulge in any punishment unless I am present."
"Oh yes mom. Do it. Do it hard! I want Mr. Marker to know how sorry I am for my behavior."
The idea excited me as I asked. "Yes sir How many lashes should I give her?"
"I think you will know when they are sufficient."
I realized then that I was to whip her till she came from the excitement of the thonged whip he gave me.
I knew just where to hit her to give the most exciting pain and alternated lashes from her breasts, to her lower stomach, her pussy, and her inner thighs. I don't know how many times I hit her. I stopped when it was obvious she was in the throes of multiple orgasm.
Thank God the exhibition was enough to excite Mr. Marker. He had me untie her while he undressed and laid on his back so I could mount his wonderful penis while Mindy sat on his face. We pinched and fondled each others breasts as I bounced on his dick savagely while I listened to the slurping sound of his tongue and mouth working on her cunt. He lasted a long time before he came and Mindy and I were nearly hysterical when he pushed her off his face. He let us sleep with him that night and we felt very loved as he held us in his arms till we went to sleep.
The next morning I realized he did not have a srong sex drive because when Mindy and I awakened him by stroking his flaccid penis an action that would have excited a normal man he simply pushed our hands away and got up to shower. I knew then that the only way he became excited was by causing us pain.
It was a Saturday and he had a golf date. He asked me to make us a late brunch to be ready at 3:00 PM. I bustled around the kitchen to decide on the menu and locate cookbooks while Mindy explored the house and grounds. I was concentrating very hard to have everything perfect and on time. Mindy kept bugging me by running in to tell me of some new wonder that she had discovered. When she kept doing it after I had asked her twice to leave me alone. I became very angry. I grabbed her and hit her butt and thighs very hard with the wooden spoon I had in my hand. She ran off crying.
Everything was coming out very well and on time when I heard him come through the front door. Then I heard Mindy crying and yelling through her sobs.
"Mr. Marker. Mother beat me horribly for no reason. Look at my terrible bruises!"
The phoney little bitch had stopped crying hours before and had been quietly watching a video tape on TV. I could see how she could show him her bruises so easily as she was just wearing her g-string panties. She had been wearing one of the english riding outfits he had bought her when I had hit her. He was telling her he would talk to me about it as he entered the kitchen.
The meal was perfect and I felt better when he complimented me on it. Mindy had stopped carrying on right after he told her he would talk to me and watched me in triumph until we had finished and I was refilling his wine glass with an excellent french wine.
"I want to make this perfectly clear. No-one is to be punished unless I do it or order it done. How many times did she hit you Mindy?"
"Gee I don't know sir. It hurt too bad to think. It must have been about twenty times."
"She is lying! I couldn't have hit her more than five or six times."
"That is not important. The fact remains that she is badly bruised and I don't want either of your body's beauty marred unless you really deserve it. Telling you about the things that interest Mindy while you are cooking hardly seems like an event that warrants this amount of punishment."
I realized it was futile to argue so simply said,
"I am sorry sir. It won't happen again."
"I am sure it won't, especially after you have suffered through your punishment. Come with me."
We entered his elevator and he punched out a combination of numbers on the keyboard on the wall. The elevator began to descend! I had no idea there was a basement. When the elevator door opened there was another huge door with a keyboard beside it. He punched another combination which started the door sliding into the wall. When he turned on the light I became very frightened. It was a dungeon with every torture device I had seen at a wax Museum in San Francisco plus others. The chains hanging from the walls and ceilings only added to my dread.