"Yes, Mistress," Beth hung her head miserably.
"Now go ask Tom if he’ll add just a couple of ice cubes to this," Candace directed, handing Beth her cup. Beth got up and took off, and Candace shook her head. "What a handful…"
"What are we going to do?" Jean worried.
"Well, you can see that Beth needs a keeper by now, can’t you?" Candace replied.
"Yeah." Jean favored Beth’s back with another black look.
"She also needs more dick than both of us combined," Candace grunted, "although I’ve done without for a couple of days … That’s a problem, too — I’m not sure two boys are enough for her."
"Great!" Jean groused. "What do we do about THAT?"
Candace shrugged. "I’ll let you know when I come up with some ingenious plan; for now, though, it’s a short leash and some girl-girl work. Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah, I guess," Jean sighed.
"Good. It’s the safe thing," Candace replied. "The boys are all out cruising the mall or something, right? I’m taking Beth back to the house to work her over — and to have her work ME over. You can come if you want…"
"I … Work her over?" Jean asked.
"I’m gonna paddle her ass," Candace clarified. "For one thing, if it’s good and red she won’t be showing it to any doctor — and it will remind her to keep her big mouth shut…"
Jean frowned. "I don’t know if I can watch that kind of thing…"
"Suit yourself," Candace shrugged. "I won’t leave any permanent marks, and she’ll be giving tongue rides, after…" She arched her eyebrow.
Jean pondered a moment. "Maybe I’ll wait a half-hour, then come by…"
Candace nodded. "Okay. I’ve got a couple of other things I think I’ll dig out and see what our Beth thinks of them. Meanwhile, uh, thanks for not broadcasting the little incident from the other day…"
Jean waved it off. "It wasn’t my idea — and besides, it wouldn’t help you with Beth…"
"You know, that isn’t me," Candace muttered. "It was … pretty embarrassing. I don’t know how he does it…"
"I don’t, either," Jean replied. "He somehow gets under my skin without any apparent effort — but I gather that’s different."
Candace thought about it. "I think you’re right. With you, it’s charm, or something — you two mesh. But with me — I dunno, hypnosis?"
"I don’t know," Jean replied. "Toby says he doesn’t, either — so he doesn’t trust it. But he feels that he needs some control over you in order to ensure that things don’t get out of hand with Beth, so whatever it is, he’s going to use it."
Candace sighed. "I can see that; I don’t have to like it, but I can see it."
"Well, I don’t think you’ve crossed any lines yet," Jean replied. "Toby realizes that his mother’s needs aren’t normal; he told me the other day that it would be difficult to draw a line where she’s concerned. I think you’ll discover that you have considerable latitude."
"I’m gonna need it!" Candace grunted. "Here comes the patient, now…"
Chapter 21
Posted: February 21, 2009 - 01:29:38 pm
WHACK!
"Seven! Thank you, Mistress!" Beth blubbered.
WHACK! Candace moved the ping-pong paddle to the other ass cheek. The paddle was a good choice; it really couldn’t permanently injure Beth. Candace had tried out quirts and such on subs under the direction of a professional Dom, but she was well aware that there were safety issues with whips. She would have to get a refresher — and first, she would have to get a whip. She could have come up with a makeshift cane, probably — but they were dangerous, too. No, this would work, applied hard enough and often enough — and that should be no problem…
Meanwhile, Beth wailed, "Eight! Thank you, Mistress!"
'At least I don’t have to teach her the rules, ' Candace thought.
WHACK!
"Nine! Th-thank you, Mistress!" Candace was getting past Beth’s control; she was really laying it on, and Beth’s ass was pinking up on both sides.
WHACK!
"T-ten! Th-thank you, Mistress!" Beth bawled.
This went on to twenty, at which point Candace could barely make out Beth’s responses and Beth’s ass was cherry red over its entire surface. "Now, are you going to be telling anyone else about our little group?" Candace asked.
"N-no, Mistress! No! Please, no more! Please!" Beth bawled.
Candace glanced around her basement recreation room, pondering what to do next. "Don’t get snot all over my pool table! Go over there and kneel in the corner facing the wall and be totally silent until I tell you different!"
"Yes, Mistress!" Beth got up from her position draped over the end of the pool table and hobbled off toward the corner.
"And get naked before you do it!" Candace added. Beth’s shorts and panties were around her ankles, but she was otherwise clothed.
"Yes, Mistress!" Beth started tearing her way out of her clothing.
It was time to add insult to injury… "Hurry up, Slut! You’re as slow as molasses! Your nose had better be in that corner when I get back…" She headed up the stairs, Beth’s muffled response echoing up the stairwell behind her.
Upstairs, she headed for her bedroom, and the toy stash in the closet. Physical punishment having been meted out, it was time for humiliation; the optimum solution involved having Jean there to help, but Jean had wimped out on the physical piece, and there was no guarantee that she would show up to help with the other chunk, either. Maybe babysitting Beth was going to be more trouble than it was worth … Well, at least Candace would get her pussy licked, and vibed, and — yes! — she DID still have the strap-on! She fished it and the two attachments down from the shelf.
The strap-on had fallen into her possession during her brief stint with the professional Dom, who was bi and had a female switch for an assistant. She’d gone to a session where they had worked over a male sub — to include ass-fucking him with the strap-on. The switch had complained about fit; she’d been a big, chunky woman and the straps had given her problems and the attachments hadn’t ridden on her pubis correctly — so Candace had been encouraged to try the thing, and after she got a pretty good cum riding that subbie’s ass, the Dom had said she might as well keep the thing, since it wasn’t any good to him. The thing had lived in the closet for a couple of years; Candace gave it the once-over, and checked the attachments, one of which was a hard-shell, eight-inch vibrator. The batteries were okay, apparently, but Candace hit the junk drawer in the kitchen for a second set. While she was digging, a knock sounded at the door; Candace rolled her eyes and collected her armload of toys, hoping that the person at the door was Jean.
It was. After confirming this through the peephole, Candace backed up and called out, "Come on in, it’s unlocked — and my arms are full!"
Jean opened the door and came in, closing it carefully before turning to take in Candace’s burden, "Good God! What’s that?"
"Beth’s new lover," Candace grinned tightly, "among other things. Come on, you’re just in time for Phase Two."
As Jean followed Candace to the stairwell, she asked, "Are you done beating her?"
"Yeah," Candace replied, grinning. "Now it gets personal." She grinned over her shoulder at Jean as she headed down the stairs.
Jean picked up Beth, kneeling facing the corner near the entertainment center, as she cleared the stairs. Beth’s ass was cherry red — something easy to see, since she was naked. Candace glanced back at Jean and asked, "Is the recliner okay?"
"I guess…" Jean wasn’t sure what she’d bought into.
Candace clarified things. "Get up, Slut, and get Jean out of her shorts, then start munching her rug! I want to hear her get off twice while I’m preparing the REST of your entertainment. MOVE! Hands and knees, Slut! You don’t have the requisite brains to walk upright!"