"Uuhhhnnnn . . ." Sasha groaned around the bit gag locked in her mouth as she shifted about in her cage, trying to get comfy, thoroughly stiff and sore from head to toes. Thank gawd Courtney had had Aunt Samantha massage her last night! Otherwise she doubted she could've moved at all today if she hadn't!

This had been her third morning of exercises, and between those and that awful experience yesterday afternoon with the boot polishing, every muscle in Sasha's body, no matter how small, felt stiff as a board and as heavy as lead. She could hardly move this morning when Courtney - sounding bright, cheery and well-rested - woke her up and, no matter how desperately she'd needed to pee by then, she'd taken forever crawling out of her cage.

Thankfully, the very first thing Courtney had done was lead Sasha to the bathroom. One of these mornings, Sasha feared, Courtney would take longer then usual to come down for her and she wouldn't be able to wait!

After that, it was off to the exercise area for her morning exercises. As intensely as Sasha needed to work off all her excess energy, this morning she was so achy and stiff the very last thing she wanted to do was spend an hour working out. She pouted and whined and, as a result, had been bit gagged within minutes. Even though she hadn't said a word!

She thought that had been horribly unfair, and felt sulky the rest of the workout. Then again, Sasha glumly considered, Courtney really didn't need any reason to gag Sasha other then that she simply wanted to do it. And the bit gag was the most comfortable of them all so, perhaps, this was just her way of warning Sasha to keep her yap closed, or else. If so, it had worked, and Sasha had been careful not to make any more vocal sounds of unhappiness.

Which, of course, didn't stop her from thinking them.

The gag had remained locked on even after she'd finished the workout. By then Sasha had been exhausted and soaked with sweat. She wasn't as stiff as she'd been when she'd first woke up, the workout loosening up that tightness but, in exchange, she felt even more achy and sore. Although she padded after Courtney, eagerly anticipating showering - although not the awful soap and supplies - she wasn't looking forward to what she was absolutely sure would follow:

Being caged and stored right afterwards.

Deeply sighing around the bit in her mouth - but certainly doing no more then that - Sasha had opened her lockers to get her supplies . . .

Then stopped dead, grass-green eyes wide, shocked and stunned.

Inside the top were a bottle and bar of that generic shampoo and soap, while in the bottom were a thin towel and washcloth. The same 'starting' supplies she'd been furnished at first, and she'd rolled her eyes and sneered at.

Her head whipped around and she stared at Courtney who, not so oddly, didn't seem surprised at Sasha's reaction. She also didn't say anything, either, other then telling Sasha she had thirty minutes to shower and groom.

Oh, how wonderful it was to use soap and shampoo that actually lathered! Who cared if it didn't have scent or moisturizers! At least they lathered, and left her skin feeling smooth and silky, and her hair soft! Sasha luxuriated in her shower this morning, and happily hummed around the rubber bar between her teeth. She continued humming while she dried, enjoying the softness of the towel. Granted, it wasn't anywhere near as soft as terrycloth, or the towels she was familiar with using. But, when compared to sackcloth, well . . . it was sheer indulgence!

She took some time to do her hair, banding it in a ponytail once she was finished brushing it out. Not since that first night had she forgotten to do that, the promise of a pageboy cut more then sufficient to make sure she'd always remember. She checked her nails, but there wasn't anything necessary to do yet. They'd just been trimmed three days ago, and certainly didn't need trimming yet. She did wish she had lotion for her hands and feet, for her body and for her face. But, considering what she'd been using for washing, she was quite grateful for the soap and shampoo.

Sasha still thought it was a waste of time putting things away, but put them away she did. Not for anything would she risk going back to that awful stuff she'd been given to use.

Once everything was neatly stored away she relocked the cuffs around her small wrists and ankles. She'd been wearing them so constantly now, it was starting to feel weird when they were off. Then, with a low groan, she settled down to her knees and waited.

Not unexpectedly, when Courtney came back for her it was to lead her back to her cage, to be stored away. Complaining about that never even entered her mind. By now she was learning that complaints not only didn't get her anywhere, but only resulted in punishments. And she was starting to get used to being stored away in the cage when not in actual 'use'.

It didn't mean she liked it, only that she was getting accustomed to that.

It was difficult to get comfortable, although it was far easier to do then it was when her wrists and ankles were locked together, so she was at least grateful for that. Sasha wondered what the rest of the day was going to be like. At least thinking helped - somewhat - to take her mind off how hungry she was.

That she still wasn't acclimated to: eating only when brought food. There were times she'd give anything for the sheer, blissful luxury of being able to grab a snack or meal whenever she was nibbly or hungry. And she had the most dismal feeling that breakfast today was going to be cold, pasty oatmeal again, too.

Her mind wandered, yet again, over the events of last night. She was still shocked at herself at what she had done. Even recalling that brought a blush to her cheeks. She'd really kissed Courtney's pussy! What in the world had made her do that!?

She didn't have an answer to that. She did know, though, that she'd chosen to do it. Aunt Samantha hadn't made it an order, or even a request. It had been a suggestion, and Sasha had known then, just as she did now, that it had only been a suggestion.

Sasha thoughtfully chewed on the rubber bit as she pondered matters. The memory and realization didn't disgust or distress her, she accepted. She still felt a bit shocked and surprised at what she'd done, true enough, but not in a shameful way. It wasn't, after all, as if she'd done something no one else had ever done before. She'd certainly seen enough pictures in those magazines to understand that!

Still, she'd never imagined herself doing that!

At the time it had, somehow, felt wickedly daring and naughty, and no little bit exciting, too. It didn't feel quite the same way this morning, though. Not as intense, anyway. And she didn't know if she could do that again, either. Or would want to, for that matter.

Sasha restlessly shifted in the small cage. The problem was, she unhappily understood, was that there was a tremendous difference between 'want' and 'could'. Obviously, she could do that, for she'd already proven she could. And she'd certainly been learning that what she wanted didn't mean squat to either her Aunt or Courtney. So, if Courtney decided she wanted Sasha to kiss her pussy again, she'd have no choice at all but to do it.

Whether she wanted to, or not.

At that realization, for the first time this morning while ruminating over having kissed Courtney's pussy, Sasha felt a tingle ripple through her. It wasn't something she was really conscious about, either; virtually subliminal, in fact. But it had an effect on her.

Sasha didn't have to like kissing Courtney's pussy. She didn't have to want to kiss there. Liking or wanting didn't have any part of it, in fact. Only obeying Courtney, should she order Sasha to do that, did. Only pleasing Courtney, did. Sasha wasn't even aware her sleek little hips had started gently rocking and circling as she considered all that.

It was just like everything else. Sasha didn't have to like or want what was happening. What she was required to do. She just had to do it.

But she didn't want what was happening! Not really. Well . . . not everything that was going on. Couldn't they see that? Tell that?

Her rapidly growing chaotic thoughts were interrupted by Courtney's return. Sasha tried not to sigh when she spotted her carrying two bowls inside, but she couldn't stop her huge emerald eyes from filling with crystal tears. Right now if given the choice between oatmeal - again! - or kissing Courtney's pussy and having a real breakfast, Sasha would pucker up in an instant!

Placing the bowls on top of a cage across the room Courtney padded over and crouched down. She unlocked the front grill of the cage and lowered it, then reached inside before unlocking and removing the bit gag from her slave. Sasha gently worked her jaws once the bit was removed, but it hadn't, really, been all that bad. That one was ever so much more comfortable than the others were!

Rising, Courtney then brought the bowls over, slipping them inside the cage and placing them in front of Sasha's head. Her tummy audibly growled as the aroma hit her tiny nose.

The oatmeal, this morning, wasn't cold. In fact, even as she watched little tendrils of steam rose from the surface. And it wasn't plain oatmeal, either! Sasha could see, and smell, that!

Raisins and sliced bananas had been mixed inside, and so had lots of butter and brown sugar, too. And the other bowl wasn't water, but icy cold milk. Sasha lifted startled eyes up to Courtney, but hers remained inscrutable. Although the corners of her small lips twitched a bit at the look of stunned, shocked amazement in Sasha's.

Sasha couldn't think of a single thing she'd done to deserve this, but she wasn't about to argue. Taking the plastic spoon that was placed in the bowl she started wolfing down the oatmeal, almost crying out at the taste. Between spoonfuls she sipped the milk, tipping the bowl back to do so, and all the while Courtney just lounged against the side of a cage and watched.

It wasn't just hot, fixed-up oatmeal, either. It was half again the amount she'd been getting, and for the first time in two days she actually felt full and replete by the time she was finished, and actually gave a happy sigh with the last mouthful. She was so content that she didn't even hesitate when Courtney held the bit back up to her mouth, opening for it right away when she did.

The full meal actually made her feel a touch drowsy, and Sasha curled up best as she could in the cage, content just laying there with her eyes closed. Besides, if today's routine followed the last two, she'd be left here until after lunch anyway.

So she was very much surprised when, not too long afterwards, Aunt Samantha came in for her. Groaning a bit, sore muscles complaining, Sasha crawled backwards out of the cage, then stood to be leashed. Shortly thereafter, she was lead to the theater room, where Courtney was lounging in her chair and reading a book.

It took everything she had to keep from rolling her eyes and groaning when, yet again, her Aunt solemnly announced that 'a slave is to polish her Mistress' boots'. For a moment she just wanted to throw the universe's biggest tantrum but, no sooner did her outrage surface then it disappeared. Sasha knew, beyond any doubt, that if she was foolish and silly enough to make any fuss at all, what would happen. She might not know the particulars, true enough, but she certainly knew that, whatever they might be, she wouldn't like them, not one bit. Nope nope nope!

Nor was there any use prolonging the inevitable. One way or another she'd wind up polishing them and certain ways, she'd painfully discovered, were much worse then others. So, with a minimum amount of silent grumbling she took the applicator brush and tin of wax and got to work.

It wasn't until she'd finally finished rapidly buffing back and forth with the cloth that Sasha realized Courtney had been quietly watching her work. She barely glanced at the boots before smiling at Sasha. "See? That wasn't all that terribly difficult, was it?" she asked.

Sasha felt her face heat up. Dropping her eyes she softly shook her head. No, actually it hadn't been all that hard. She hadn't liked doing it, no. Nor wanted to do it, either. But she'd been told to do it. And, having learned the results of refusal or disobedience, had done so rather then repeat those lessons.

Courtney put her book down. "I'm very glad my slave did such a good job," she happily said. "I've been very much looking forwards to playing with her, and I would have hated having to punish her instead of play with her."

Sasha's tummy abruptly fluttered, as tingles started filling her inside. She had a pretty good idea what Courtney's idea of 'play' was, and as nervous and apprehensive as that made her she was startled to discover she was also looking forward to that again.

Only now did Courtney look down at her boots, gazing at them with a critical eye as she shifted them back and forth. Sasha swallowed, looking suddenly nervous. Although she'd done the best job she was able to do, still she really hadn't much experience at polishing, and worried Courtney might find the result somehow lacking.

Placing her book on the end table Courtney hopped up from her chair. Holding out the thin chain leash she said, "Leash," then attached the clip once her slave had assumed the correct position. "I bet you're getting pretty tired of being caged all the time, huh?" she asked, giving the leash a gentle tug as she started walking out.

Sasha nodded. She most certainly was, at that. Although 'tired' wasn't the term she'd use. 'Bored to tears' would be far more accurate.

"Well, I haven't enjoyed it either, yanno," Courtney replied as she continued leading her. "I mean, it's really exciting knowing you're locked up and caged down here, all naked and helpless," she said, and Sasha could certainly see that that did excite her little cousin, "but it's also frustrating, too. Having to leave you caged up when what I really wanna do is play with you and make my slave squirm."

That last was said in a soft, breathy tone, and sent a flushed heated tingle rippling through Sasha.

Suddenly Sasha felt a great deal more nervous, anxious and unsure about things. For one, her Aunt was nowhere in sight. That wasn't all that unusual, now that she thought about it. Mostly it had been just Courtney dealing with her. Which made sense, if they really meant - as they seemed to - that Sasha was Courtney's slave. However, Sasha was more then a bit worried about Courtney's . . . well . . . enthusiasm. That might not bode well for Sasha's future.

Especially with all the things down here Courtney had available to use!

They finally stopped in front of the double pole arrangement that had been the indirect cause of Sasha's difficulties. The scene of the 'discovery', as Sasha considered that awful morning. Courtney turned around and unsnapped the leash, then looked directly up at Sasha.

"I'm gonna remove that gag in a moment," she told her slave, "and then you're gonna gag and cuff yourself to that like you were Friday."

A bright, hot crimson tide flowed down to Sasha's chest. She started squirming, her toes wriggling, as she envisioned herself doing just that as Courtney watched. And then she whimpered.

Actually, more of a pained whine, as she also envisioned what that was going to feel like to her already aching, still sore muscles. She couldn't forget how dreadfully uncomfortable standing restrained like that had been. How much she had suffered that long, lo-oong morning, and whined again at the memory.

Courtney looked at her oddly, her little sweet face puzzled. That wasn't the reaction she'd expected from her slave! "What's the matter?" she finally asked.

Sasha could have verbally answered. The bit between her teeth really didn't muffle her voice overmuch, even if it did slur her speech. But she didn't forget she wasn't supposed to speak out loud, so she lifted up her arms, pantomiming being restrained like that, then made pained little sounds of distress.

"Oh!" Courtney blurted, catching on, then softly frowning in disappointment. "Dog gone it Twerp!" she scolded. "If you hadn't been so stubborn yesterday I coulda done this!" Her full lower lip jutting out Courtney half-glared at her slave. "I oughta just make you do it anyway," she said. "It'd serve you right."

Sasha just dropped her eyes and arms as she lightly trembled. Courtney was right. If she hadn't been so stubborn and defiant yesterday, she wouldn't be as awfully sore and achy as she was right now. And if Courtney decided that it did serve Sasha right, she'd have no choice but to do as she'd been told.

"You just wait right there," Courtney finally ordered. "I'm gonna go find another way to tie you down." At that, she turned and walked off, leaving Sasha alone.

She heaved a silent sigh of relief at the unexpected but welcome reprieve, even as she fretted a bit over what Courtney might yet decide to do. There was, after all, a whole myriad of things down here she could decide to use!

It wasn't until Courtney came back about five minutes later, and Sasha started meekly following after her, that her little knees almost buckled as a revelation hit her like a ton of bricks. She'd been left standing there, untied and unsecured, and all alone. But she'd never thought to try and run off and escape. She hadn't even looked to see if the main playroom door had been left opened or not!

Courtney led her over to a reasonably simple looking thing. It closely resembled a very rugged sawhorse, in that it had two pair of V-shaped, sturdy wooden legs. However, where in a conventional sawhorse there would be a wooden plank between the two sets of legs, this had, instead, a one-inch diameter steel pole. Encasing that pole was a padded, leather-surfaced bolster about three inches in diameter. The apparatus sat atop a polished wooden planked area, and recessed into the wood were eight D-ring shackles.

"Lay tummy down over it," Courtney instructed and, with only the slightest of pauses, Sasha did so.

Unfortunately for the child, the height of the bar was neither adjustable, nor designed for someone of her small stature. So her feet remained off the floor once her hips were positioned atop the bolster, leaving her feel unsecure and wobbly. Courtney had her shift a bit until her body was perfectly positioned, and then she gathered up four sets of long, thin leather straps that had clips at both ands and an adjustable buckle arrangement in the middle.

Each strap was first attached to the D-rings of Sasha's locked cuffs, and then attached to four of the floor shackles, Courtney selecting the ones that would have her slaves arms straight forwards and down but her legs widely parted and spread-eagled behind her. Once the straps were attached, she started gradually tightening them, ignoring her slave's soft whimpers and whines.

Sasha slowly felt her body growing taut, bent around at the hips over the bolster, her arms pulled forwards and down, while her legs were pulled about three foot apart and also down. By the time Courtney finished, all she could do was wriggle her head, hands and feet.

It didn't help any realizing what she must look like, and what Courtney could see, either. Her butt was high up in the air, utterly exposed and vulnerable. As was her pussy, too, she knew, feeling the air against her and knowing just how open and displayed she was there. Courtney would certainly have a free hand anywhere she chose, doing whatever she liked or wanted to do, with her strapped over this thing in this position!

Courtney walked off, leaving Sasha there, and she started squirming and twisting. She didn't know why she did. It wasn't as if she thought or believed she could get loose, after all. And, even if she could . . . what would be the point? Even so, she still couldn't stop from fidgeting and squirming, either.

Courtney soon returned, then unlocked and removed the bit gag on her slave. Sasha felt no relief at that, instead a sort of gentle, tingling dread. Somehow she didn't think Courtney was going to leave her ungagged. And she was right for, no sooner had Courtney removed the bit gag then she held another down to her lips.

"Open," she said, and it wasn't a request.

Sasha's body turned a soft pink, and she whimpered and lightly shivered in embarrassment. It was that penis gag again and, unlike last time, this time she knew Courtney knew what that was supposed to resemble!

"Don't keep me waiting," Courtney said moments later, and although her tone was mild, her voice piping and fluting, that still made Sasha tremble very deeply. Because of her position, she couldn't tip her head far enough back to look up at Courtney and try silently pleading. Besides, she shivered again at the understanding, she very much doubted Courtney would unbend to any pleadings of Sasha.

She didn't want that . . . that . . . that thing in her mouth! Not knowing what it was supposed to simulate! But, once again, what she wanted didn't matter. Not in the least.

With a soft, mortally embarrassed whine Sasha opened her mouth, then whimpered as she felt the thick, lifelike latex phallus slipped into her opened mouth, feeling every last textured detail as it did.

But also felt heated, sharp tingles rippling through her at the same time. Tingles that grew more intense as Courtney fully seated it then began snugly buckling all the straps.

Even knowing just how futile the effort would be, Sasha still tried expelling it, trying to push it out with her small, moist tongue, blushing deeper at hearing her silly, very muffled whimpers as she tried. And especially when Courtney - once finished - tenderly petted her cheek and told her how cute her slave looked, gagged with a penis in her mouth.

She watched an upside-down Courtney walk around and behind her, and trembled, seeing her stopped right behind and between her helplessly held-wide little legs. Her tight, pert rump clenched and tightened as she felt a warm, soft tiny hand gently caress her butt.

"I've been looking forwards to playing with my slave," Courtney said, her voice sounding low and soft, very awed and breathlessly excited. "There's so much I want to do with her!" she exclaimed, which made Sasha shiver all the harder. Especially since Aunt Samantha was nowhere near to be seen or found, which left Sasha totally at the 'tender mercies' of her little cousin!

"I think you have, too, Twerp," she said even softer, sounding even more breathlessly delighted and awed, and then Sasha let out a muffled squeak as Courtney, ever so lightly, brushed a tiny fingertip upwards along her exposed, displayed pussy! Sasha furiously blushed because, when Courtney did that, suddenly she became very aware that she was already wet a little.

A soft, deeply muffled whimper came from her as Courtney lovingly crooned, "I'm gonna make my slave squirm! Squirm bad!"

Sasha's heart started rapidly pounding, her breathing already fast and shallow. She was gonna be touched again. Played with again. Helpless to prevent or avoid that embarrassment. Her small, naked body twisted and squirmed atop the bolster, in silent denial and heartfelt pleading, even as she felt her tummy growing even tighter and tinglier.

But then she stiffened, and a loud muffled whine echoed from her as Courtney lightly patted her rump. "I'll be back in a bit to play with my slave. There are some things I'm gonna get first. Cuz I not only wanna make my slave squirm, I wanna spank her, too, and hear her cry and sob."

Sasha's grass-green eyes grew enormous at that, her skin paled so that her freckles stood out like tiny gold flecks against a sea of cream. D-rings chimed as she jerked hard and tensed.

Again, another loving gentle pat to her rear. "I wanna watch my slave's butt turn a bright red. I like that. A lot!" Courtney matter-of-factly admitted. "And I like seeing it get all tight and jumpy when I spank it, too. And how my slave looks and sounds. So I'm gonna spank her," she said. "Not because it's a punishment, or because my slave's done something wrong," Courtney explained. "But because I wanna. Because I like that. And because I can."

With that, Courtney turned and walked off, leaving her slave - who was whimpering, struggling and squirming in distress - tightly bound over and across the padded punishment horse.

For two long, long days now Courtney had had little time to actually play with her slave. Not like she wanted to, anyway. And, while she could understand the rationale behind why things had progressed as they had, that hadn't meant she'd enjoyed it.

She'd asked Mom, Saturday night, why they were keeping Twerp caged so much. What was the point, she'd asked, of having a slave if she was just kept locked up in a cage all the time?

Mom had explained that 'storing' her wasn't the object. Just the means to an end. For one thing, it was hard on an adult, let alone a normally full-of-boundless-energy child, to remain forcibly confined that way. It was sheer, unadulterated boredom, and a person soon would grow antsy and fidgety, start feeling 'stir-crazy'. Until they'd do just about anything just to be able to have the luxury of being able to stretch and move about.

Just as important was to make sure, no two ways about it, that Twerp understood that this was totally, utterly and absolutely serious, and not some sort of game or prank. Her inherent stubbornness, rebelliousness and defiance weren't going to vanish overnight. As time passed, and her training - as well as her tasks, assignments and chores - started to increase, they would, now and then, reappear. And with a vengeance, at times, too.

So she needed to know just what the penalty for balking, refusal and disobedience could be. For instance, if she dug in her heels and refused to vacuum the living room? Well, if she didn't want to do that, then she could just be 'stored away' again. It wouldn't make any difference to her Mistress, one way or the other. However, it sure would make a difference to Twerp!

Actually, Courtney could already see that: Twerp was almost pathetically eager to crawl out of the cage each time she was came for, and quite woeful and forlorn about being stored back again. Without Courtney or her Mom ever saying so outright, Twerp was starting to learn, understand and accept that her ability to move about was subject to her Mistress' desires, and that Courtney didn't seem to care whether her slave was stored away or not.

Well, actually Courtney did care. She'd much, much rather have fun with her slave, compared to just locking her away. Even though she liked doing that, too. But even Courtney could play out certain scenes in her head. Like, her commanding Twerp to do the breakfast dishes and her slave getting sullen and balky about that, and Courtney simply wordlessly storing her away again for another whole day. Heck, just two or three times doing that, and even Twerp oughta learn!

And it wasn't as if the weekend had been a total waste. During the hours that her slave had been stored away Mom had been teaching Courtney about things. She'd been taken on a tour of the entire basement complex, and had had every room explained to her. The 'how', 'what' and 'why' about everything, as it were. Some of the explanations made Courtney feel a bit unsettled, like for the 'interrogation and execution' room area. And some were just, well . . . weird. Like the medical exam room area. But most were downright exciting!

And then it was learning all about the different restraints, gags, hoods and stuff. Courtney was a bit disappointed, for it was dreadfully obvious hardly any of that stuff would fit Twerp. Like the straightjackets or single sleeve gloves.

But what she really wanted to learn about where the things she could use to spank Twerp with, and to make her squirm. Oh yessss! Those were what intrigued and fascinated her!

Mom seemed OK about showing her the spanking stuff, but for some reason seemed a bit, well, reluctant about the second. It didn't take her very long to figure out why, either, and she astutely guessed it had something to do about that 'calibration' necessity. Courtney almost giggled when she realized that. Mom was hesitant about having to calibrate Courtney with those, while Courtney was reluctant about being calibrated with the spanking stuff!

So part of Saturday afternoon was spent with Courtney being calibrated with various restraints and gags, while the rest of the afternoon and evening was devoted to the various types of 'spanking' items.

Mom had shown her how the restraints were used, and how to use the few items here that were suitable to a child of Twerp's size. Which, unfortunately, weren't very many. The Y-rack was one. And, of course, the pole arrangement that had gotten Twerp in trouble to start with. There was the punishment horse, a very intriguing looking chair thingie, plus a couple of other pieces of specialized furniture, too.

Courtney wasn't overly distraught, though, as Mom had explained there were, after all, many different ways of simply tying her slave that didn't require things to secure her to. Or require specialized things, for there were always ordinary chairs, posts and the like, after all.

There also weren't all that many gags she could use, either. Just a couple of ball ones, that plug one she'd used for the boot polishing, and the bit gag one, too. Well, the sponge balls and tape, too, of course. Then there was a ring gag, which Courtney had thought was pretty weird and pointless . . . until Mom, her cheeks a soft pink, explained the potential behind such a gag. And then Courtney's cheeks turned pink, too! There were also several pump gags but, as Courtney learned first hand with them, she'd have to be very, very careful using them. For they were designed to fully expand inside an adult mouth, and Courtney could, very easily, harm Twerp if she overinflated it.

Even now, Courtney delicately shivered with the memory of feeling that heavy rubber balloon in her mouth slowly expanding. Unable to expel it, unable to keep it from expanding, even when she tried, very hard, to press up with her tiny tongue and keep it from doing so. Feeling it helplessly, inexorably filling every little part of her small mouth, until her little cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts.

Which only assured Courtney using it on her slave at some point, of course.

And then there was her education after all that. She'd no idea there were so many different ways to spank! Or things one could use!

Although 'spank' wasn't, really, the right term. For there was 'spank' and 'whip', 'paddle' and 'strap', 'crop' and 'cane', 'flog' and 'lash' . . . oh my!!

Courtney's eyes had sparkled all throughout the lecture, tiny fingers tracing over each and every item. Polished wood paddles. Leather and rubber straps. Slender, single-tail whips. Multi-thonged floggers and lashes. Thin, whippy, evil-looking rattan and lexan canes.

Some that were very shivery-tingly sensual, like the suede or braided nylon floggers. Some that were mostly thump, and some that were mostly sting, and some that were both. And some, like the cane, that were simply evil and nasty.

By the time the introductory lesson was finished, Courtney's heart was almost painfully going thumpity-thump, and her tummy was horribly fluttering. But she was also breathlessly excited too.

Mom had only questioned her decision the once, asking if she was sure when Courtney, somewhat nervously, had asked to be calibrated for some of them. And when Courtney had stuttered out an affirmative, she'd simply nodded before looking away for a few moments. And, when she finally looked back, Courtney had swallowed at her expression:

Cool, almost distant.

'Strip.'

Nothing else. Just that single word. Courtney barely bobbled a nod, then tiny, trembling fingers started pulling off socks and skirt, top and panties, until she stood there completely bare.

Mom then led her over to the same pole thingie that Twerp had first played with and, very shortly thereafter, Courtney found herself vertically spread-eagled and blindfolded but, mercifully, ungagged.

"This is the suede lash," Mom said then, very lightly, drew the velvety thongs over Courtney's small shoulders. Goosebumps raced up and down her bare skin at that touch. "Oooooh!" she breathily shivered. That felt so . . . so . . . ooooooh!

Back and forth Samantha had brushed and glided the thongs over her daughter's bare body seeing, not her daughter, but a novice slave instead. "Now, this is the braided nylon flogger," she then said, repeating the same motions with that one.

Both of them, Courtney discovered, felt very shivery-tingly nice when used that way, even when they were lightly flicked sideways across her back, tummy and chest. Then she tensed a little when Mom warned, "They can also feel like this, too. The suede lash."

Courtney softly gasped as the thin, velvety thongs licked sideways across her. They didn't hurt, no. They didn't really even sting, per se, although there was a mild touch of that. But, they did thump, the impact rocking her backwards a bit on her toes.

Again and again Mom had lashed her, each one jarring her as she awkwardly stood spread-eagle bound on the balls of tiny feet. And, gradually, Courtney started feeling her skin warm, as if she were standing near a sunlamp.

"Those are two of the milder ones," Mom had finally said. "You may use either of them on your slave, if you wish, after I've had you practice with them a bit. And anywhere from the neck down, although I'd be careful to stray no higher then her chest."

"Yes Ma'am," Courtney said, nodding as she did. That hadn't been too bad. Nope, not at all and, other then just fidgeting a bit at being bound up as she was, she felt just fine.

"Now, those were for sensual stimulation and mild thump," Mom told her. "This next one is also a lash." Courtney tensed a bit, knowing which one she meant, for it had to be the same one that Twerp had set out for her 'adventure'. And, while it hadn't seemed overly wicked when Courtney chose it earlier to test out, somehow, now standing here like this, she was starting to have second thoughts.

"Ummm . . . Mom?" Courtney had started, then loudly yelped, hissing and bouncing on her tiny toes as the thin, bootlace thick thongs curved across her bottom.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Courtney cried, sure she could feel the fire of each and every thong graven across her butt. Her pert, smooth cheeks clenched and jiggled as she tried - and failed - to dance on her toes. "That hurt!" she wailed.

"Did it?" Samantha softly asked, and Courtney almost snapped that, yes, it had, before abruptly realizing Mom hadn't asked that in a sarcastic tone.

She nibbled her full, soft small lower lip between tiny, gleaming teeth a few moments, still gently dancing up and down. "We-elllll . . . no-ooooo," she finally relied. "Not hurt hurt. But it sure stings like fire!"

"Yes, it does," Mom had returned. "You have three more coming, too. So I'd brace myself if I were you."

"Three?" Courtney got out in a strangled, shocked gasp, then yelped and squealed again as Mom, before Courtney could protest, landed a second one on her butt, this one in the opposite direction, then one across her tummy . . . and one across her bare flat chest.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Courtney howled. "Stop! Stop!! No more, please!"

"It's all right baby," Samantha softly crooned in her ear as she tenderly stroked Courtney's hair. "That's all. No more."

Oh gawd! Courtney felt tears trickling down behind the blindfold over her eyes. Each sharply stinging impact seemed to take her breath away in a sharp hiss and, even now, she could feel every individual stripe as a softly throbbing line of fire. Dancing up and down on her toes she panted between gritted teeth, her gasps sounding like a furious, angry snake.

Much to her surprise, however - and also much to her relief - it wasn't more then a minute or so later that she realized the intense sting had, rather quickly, faded. So startled was she at that Courtney blurted, "Is it supposed to do that?"

"Is what supposed to, sweetheart?"

"Is it supposed to go away like this?" Courtney questioned. "The sting, I mean. It's not anywhere like it was before."

"Actually, yes. It is," Mom had told her. "This lash is almost all sting. It's quite intense, as I'm sure you now realize," she'd said, and Courtney had vigorously nodded at that. She certainly did! "But it doesn't last very long. Unless you use it over and over."

This . . . wasn't the easiest thing Samantha had ever done in her life. Try as she might, there was no way to ignore that it was her baby girl, her daughter, standing strip-stark naked in front of her. Restrained vertically spread-eagled and blindfolded, with thin red lines of a lashing criss-crossing her belly and chest.

It also didn't help knowing that there was more one could do with this lash then she'd already demonstrated so far. The way to arouse by lashing and waiting, lashing and waiting, lashing and waiting, gradually increasing the tempo and intensity until the one being lashed was helplessly writhing in both pleasure and pain and unable to distinguish between the two.

Steeling herself, Samantha took a critical appraisal of Courtney, checking to see if she was showing any signs of arousal at all from being either bound or lashed, or from both. It didn't seem so, but, this was all very new to her. Thoughtfully sucking her lip between her teeth and worrying it Samantha then asked, "What do you think about using this on your slave?"

Then blinked, biting back a swift inhale when, moments after asking, Courtney's tiny pink nipples abruptly tightened. She really didn't need her enthusiastic carol of "Ooooo! Yes!" to get her answer.

For either the spoken or unspoken question.

More calibrations followed. The next was with a strap that Samantha had chosen herself, as Courtney hadn't glanced more then once at it. Understandably so, as it was rather slender and narrow, not anywhere near as substantial as the punishment strap she'd already used . . . and had fallen in love with.

But this one had a very specialized use, as Courtney found out, squeaking and squealing as it was applied to each nipple, then to her tiny puckered anus and then to her pussy.

And, at last, the final item Courtney had chosen. Even though Samantha had warned her it wasn't something she'd really want to experience.

The rattan cane.

For that Samantha had lowered Courtney from the poles, and had her lay across the punishment horse. One last time Samantha tried to dissuade Courtney, but Courtney was adamant.

"Very well then" Samantha said, then took careful aim . . .

Courtney didn't yell. She didn't holler or howl. She screamed.

A piercing, almost deafening scream as she literally rocketed off the punishment horse, falling on her face before scrabbling to her feet and wildly hopping around, both tiny hands clapped over the already-growing welt across her butt. A stripe that burned. And kept getting worse as the seconds passed.

Hours later she still felt that stripe, and the weal didn't fade until the next day. Courtney decided Twerp would have to do something truly horrible and awful before Courtney would ever use that terrible thing on her!

The next morning had been a little bit more exciting, for Courtney had had a chance to tie up and play with her slave for a bit then. It was fun making her slave helplessly squirm, but her pleasure was lessened knowing that the real reason for what was happening was an object lesson for Twerp.

Still, it hadn't been a totally wasted day, for she'd managed to get her Mom to start teaching her about some of the other fun stuff down here.

The stuff that could and would make Twerp squirm for her.

Courtney still couldn't figure out, exactly, how painful things could also be nice things, too. Like the nipple clamps. Wow!! They had hurt! Then again, Courtney reasoned, hers were still real tiny, not like Mom's, or even Twerp's. So maybe that made a difference. And some of them were adjustable, too, and those she could wear for some time without feeling like her nipples were being crushed off.

Mom had some sets of those that were special. Some had little itsy vibrator thingees attached, so the clamps would buzz. And some were made to hook up to a thing that gave electric shocks.

Jeez! Grown-ups were so weird!

Still, they looked like fun to play with, and Courtney couldn't help rubbing her tiny hands together, picturing using some of those on her slave. Although Mom had expressly forbid Courtney, ever, using the electric ones.

And then there were the other things.

Vibrators. Dildoes. Plugs. Oh my! Courtney's luminous gray eyes had brightly sparkled as Mom explained each and every one of those to her, how they were used and how they would make her slave feel.

Then Mom gave her a demonstration about why girls got wet, by having Courtney make a fist and try pressing her forefinger down between her curled up tiny fingers. She couldn't. Not really. Then Mom had her lick her forefinger and make it very wet with saliva, and Courtney's eyes widened at how much easier it was to slip through that way.

How cool!

The plugs, vibrators and dildoes, she explained, wouldn't need much 'help' entering Twerp, if her slave was quite wet. As she usually seemed to get. Courtney grinned at that. But there was someplace Courtney would need to take preparations for.

Courtney's face had been a study of puzzlement at that. Hadn't Mom explained - and shown - already, where a penis went?

Well, it seemed there was yet another place, after all! And Courtney had softly blushed as Mom patiently explained just what and how buttplugs were used, and why Twerp's anus would have to be very thoroughly lubricated before using something like that.

"Can I do stuff like that to her?" Courtney asked.

"Do you want to?" Samantha asked back, sounding diffident.

"If it makes her squirm, you betcha!" Courtney gleefully replied, bouncing up and down on her toes.

"And, if it doesn't? Make her squirm, that is."

Looking very thoughtful, Courtney took a few moments before replying. "I dunno. I don't wanna harm her, no. I know that. And I like making her squirm. I know that, too. What else is there?"

Samantha took a few seconds to reply, deciding on the best way to do so. "Quite a few things, actually. Make her feel helpless. Uncomfortable. Embarrassed. Humiliated. Scared."

Courtney nodded at the first three, looked very thoughtful at the fourth, and firmly shook her head at the last. "I don't want to do anything that'll scare her," she said.

"No? Didn't you say she looked scared when you punishment strapped her?" Samantha asked. "Didn't you say that was exciting? Made you feel powerful and in control?"

Courtney blinked. She had said that, and she had felt that, yes. "Uuuuuh . . ."

"There is scared, and then there is terror and panic."

A thoughtful nod, as Courtney considered that.

"Some people are excited by being scared," Samantha quietly explained. "It, well, it's sort of as if their fear amplifies and increases the excitement they feel."

"It does?" Courtney blurted, stunned.

"Yes," Samantha nodded. "It does. Not everyone reacts that way," she cautioned. "But, some do."

Courtney carefully considered some of the weird, strange things she'd seen down here, her precocious, wickedly clever mind thinking hard. That prolly explained, she thought, that interrogation and execution room. And the gas mask stuff, too.

"Do you think Twerp would get excited and squirm if she was scared?" she hesitantly asked.

"I really don't know sweetheart," Samantha admitted, although she had her own private suspicions on that score. "But that's not something I want you experimenting on her with. Understand?"

Nodding, Courtney replied, "Yes Ma'am." She didn't feel ripped, after all she had tons of stuff she hadn't even tried out yet!

Picking up one of the buttplugs Courtney asked, "Will I be able to use this on her? Or do I need to be calibrated on this first, too?"

Oh Hell.

"Let's wait a bit before we start using things like those," Samantha quickly temporized. "Twerp's only just started being trained, so there really isn't any rush."

Courtney nodded, setting it back down. They still had the whole summer, after all, for her to play with her slave.

Assuming, that is, she ever settled down and started behaving!

So she'd been absolutely delighted when, this morning, Twerp had, with a minimal amount of fussing, simply polished her boots. Now she could play with her slave!

She was rather disappointed when she realized Twerp was so sore and stiff that having her tie herself to the pole thing would be acutely uncomfortable. Not that she minded her slave being uncomfortable, she suddenly realized at that moment. Actually, that was a really interesting, intriguing thought. Maybe another time.

But she didn't want Twerp at all distracted from anything Courtney decided to do to and with her and, if she was moaning and groaning from aching muscles and joints, that would certainly happen!

So she settled on the punishment horse instead only to realize, after having secured Twerp down, that this had some really fascinating possibilities! Her butt was in an absolutely perfect position for spanking and paddling - and more! - and, with her legs tied wide, why, both her whole pussy and anus were completely open and exposed! My my!!

This was going to be great fun!!

Courtney gathered the things she wanted to use: the hairbrush paddle, the punishment strap, the crop, the velvety suede flogger and the very stingy and intense leather lash. She could have managed all that in just two trips, but she didn't want to. She brought each one over, one at a time, and laid it on the floor, right before Twerp, so her slave could see everything she was bringing over.

And her reaction simply made Courtney quiver, tingle and shiver so!

Sasha couldn't see just where Courtney had gotten off. Or what she was doing. But she had the most horrid feeling she knew where she was.

"I'll be back in a bit to play with my slave. There are some things I'm gonna get first. Cuz I not only wanna make my slave squirm, I wanna spank her, too, and hear her cry and sob. I wanna watch my slave's butt turn a bright red. I like that. A lot! And I like seeing it get all tight and jumpy when I spank it, too. And how my slave looks and sounds. So I'm gonna spank her. Not because it's a punishment, or because my slave's done something wrong. But because I wanna. Because I like that. And because I can."

Sasha couldn't get those words out of her mind. They kept repeating, over and over again. Her heart was thudding, pounding so fast and furious it felt ready to leap out of her chest. Her tummy was insanely fluttering, and her bowels felt icy. Her mouth would have been dry as a bone, too, except that awful gag was preventing that from happening.

In fact, it was doing quite the opposite and, as Sasha's head was facing downwards, she couldn't even suck her spit backwards, and helplessly felt - and watched - her slobber start trickling downwards to the floor in thin, sticky threads.

Courtney was gonna paddle her - or worse! - Sasha frantically thought as she futilely wriggled atop the punishment horse, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop that! But she hadn't done anything wrong! her mind gibbered inside.

"Not because it's a punishment, or because my slave's done something wrong. But because I wanna. Because I like that. And because I can."

Sasha's throat spasmed in a reflexive swallow. No. No, she hadn't done anything wrong. It was simply because Courtney wanted to spank Sasha!

Maybe, she desperately thought, maybe Courtney was just trying to spook her?

Out of the corner of her eye Sasha saw Courtney return. Her whimpers were not feigned as she saw Courtney set the hairbrush paddle on the floor several feet in front of Sasha. Nor were her muffled pleas a sham, either, as Courtney just strolled off again.

First there was the hairbrush paddle. And then the punishment strap, which had Sasha tense like a bowstring before trembling hard and whimpering. Then the crop which, as far as Sasha was concerned, wasn't all that bad but, considering what was already there, didn't change her rapidly growing fear a jot. Then something she didn't recognize, just that it had lots of wide, fuzzy-brown thongs. And then she shuddered, her muffled moans pathetic, as Courtney set down something Sasha did recognize: that very wicked, evil looking whip thing she'd selected as part of her play Friday morning.

"Scared?"

Courtney's voice was so soft, so tender and compassionate, that Sasha almost burst into tears. She wildly nodded, a soft whimper as she felt Courtney's tiny hand lovingly stroke her hair.

"It's OK Twerp," Courtney said, her voice still so very soft . . . and oddly husky and breathy as well. "I'm not gonna harm you. Promise."

Sasha intensely wished that had been assuring and comforting, but she couldn't mistake the slight stress to that word.

And what she said next didn't help at all, either!

"It's gonna hurt, yes," she acknowledged, now lightly caressing Sasha's neck and small shoulders with tiny, soft fingertips, and a shiver rippled through her body both at the words and the touches. "I won't lie to you about that. Besides, I know my slave has already felt some of those things already."

"Ppffhh dhhnnhhtt hhhnnkk mmhh hhrrttnnee!" Sasha pleaded, not wanting to be spanked, no way, no how, enormous emerald eyes filled with tears.

Courtney paused a moment in her feathery-soft caresses at that, and Sasha tensed, knowing she wasn't supposed to speak but the words erupting from her in her distress. But Courtney never said a word about Sasha having spoken up, she just continued those lazy, gentle fingertip caresses.

She couldn't see Courtney. Couldn't see her eyes, her expression. Not the way she was secured. But she started feeling the oddest tingles at those light brushes across her skin. For it didn't seem as if Courtney was simply just caressing Sasha; it somehow also felt as if, as she did that, she was claiming Sasha too.

Little hands fisted in their cuffs, pulling against them. Tiny toes tightly curled and wriggled as small feet twisted and tugged in their cuffs. She wasn't even aware of it, but her butt was already tightening and clenching in expectation of the promised spanking.

Nor was she aware of how Courtney's huge eyes sparkled and gleamed seeing all that, especially at her slave's rump jiggling. Nor aware of the sense of power and control, of excitement, slowly but surely building inside Courtney.

If she had been aware, she would have quailed even worse.

Although Courtney had seen a great deal of her slave by now, particularly from the anatomy lessons, the way she was restrained now showed off an entirely different perspective, and Courtney was fascinated at what she saw. With Twerp's butt up in the air, and with her little legs spread wide apart, Courtney had a very clear view of her slave's nether realm.

Especially her little butthole, which she'd never clearly seen before. But . . . she could, now!

It was nestled between quivering, tensing cheeks, fully exposed and revealed to Courtney's avid gaze. A tiny, wrinkled pinkish-brown ring that quivered and tightened along with her bottom. Nibbling her pinky nail Courtney pondered a moment. Twerp squirmed when her nipples and pussy were played with, and there were special toys made for those areas. There were also special toys - the buttplugs - for that area, too. Did that mean, then, she wondered, if Twerp would squirm if that was played with?

Her cute, tiny snub nose wrinkled a bit as she thought about playing with Twerp there. After all, that was her poop hole! She leaned down and took a cautious, closer look. Well, it didn't look dirty. Twerp had just taken a shower a short time ago, too. So it ought to be real clean still.

In fact, Courtney considered, it really didn't look any more different then any other part of her slave's body. Skin being skin, after all. It just looked weirdy, all wrinkly and crinkled, with a tiny tight dot in the center, the actual opening leading within.

Speaking of openings, glancing lower Courtney noticed the other one. The one leading into her at her pussy. That one looked wider. In fact, it was parted open a bit, an actual hole leading inside her slave, the tissue surrounding it glistening and slick. Oh my!

Twerp was still pathetically whimpering and squirming, not at all overjoyed about her incipient spankings. But Courtney paid her slave no mind at all. As long as she didn't harm her slave, Courtney didn't care, right now, if she liked what happened or not.

Lightly caressing Twerp's bottom Courtney felt surprised at herself. Just three days ago she'd felt horribly shy and awkward about touching her slave's naked body. But now that didn't even bother her, and a huge grin split her small face at that.

Twerp whimpered even louder as Courtney, one at a time, brought the items from in front of her slave, depositing them on a table behind her, so that Twerp would never know which one was about to be used on her. And then Courtney started.

Not at all doing what Twerp so desperately feared.

Sasha literally bucked at the first touch. For it was, shockingly, right against her puckered, exposed anus. A light, delicate, feathery touch that both tickled and sent a shiver racing through her.

"Oh my!" Courtney breathily exclaimed, watching enraptured as she lightly brushed the tip of a feather right against that tiny, tight ring, watching it abruptly spasmodically tighten and clench. Again and again she lightly circled and brushed, intrigued and fascinated at the reactions that provoked from her slave. It didn't . . . quite . . . make her squirm, no. But it was cool anyway!

What did make her squirm was when she started gliding that brushing feather over Twerp's bare pussy. Her slave gave a swift, muffled gasp, her naked body tensed, then started lightly shivering as Courtney continued ever-so-lightly stroking the tip of the feather up and down, up and down, hugely grinning the entire time.

This was totally unexpected; Sasha had been desperately, frantically bracing in dreadful, despairing expectation of the promised spankings, and was totally unprepared for the shivery tingles she was feeling instead.

They were just this side of actually being ticklish. Sasha felt her tummy and pussy twitching at the light, delicate touches. But the sensations those brushes evoked were anything but faint.

Small fingers tightened into fists. Little toes wriggled, curled and clenched as wave after wave of tingles rippled from her pussy and seemed to spread all through her. She was helpless to prevent that, unable to control that . . .

. . . and not at all sure she wanted to.

She did squeak at feeling whatever-that-was lightly start circling her pussy opening, and, actually, darting now and then just inside there. She'd never yet had anything - or anyone - touch quite there yet. But it felt just as melty-wonderful as the rest of the touches and, after her initial reaction Sasha simply closed her eyes and started surrendering to the sensations.

Courtney watched, enraptured and enchanted, as her slave gradually but inexorably started squirming. Sleek little hips begin lifting; rocking and circling. Well, as best as they could, what with her being restrained as she was. Her pussy got even puffier, more dusky rose, and my! How wet she was getting!

Which meant it was time to do more stuff now.

Unfortunately for Sasha - or not, depending on the point of view - Courtney was an extremely bright, precocious girl. And she had a talent for being able to see, read or hear different specifics and molding them together. For instance, Samantha had never pointedly told Courtney the best technique for mixing pleasure and pain. Which was to start with pleasure first, and then slowly start adding light pain, then shifting back to pleasure before back to slightly more increased pain. However, over the last three days Courtney had reasoned that out for herself.

Placing the feather down Courtney picked up the suede flogger. An enormous grin on her face as she did, Courtney wasn't even aware she was, now and then, squeezing her little legs together. Or that she was gently circling her sleek little hips. All she knew was that she was breathlessly excited and feeling a bit warm inside.

"Mmpphh?!? Uuhhrr . . . mmmmmm . . ."

Twerp sounded startled and surprised at the first touch of the multiple, velvety thongs on her back. But, as Courtney simply trailed them downwards over her, she relaxed again and started making soft, muffled sounds of pleasure. Oh, how Courtney loved that! Knowing that Twerp couldn't keep silent! Couldn't keep still!

Couldn't stop from squirming, or feel the sensations Courtney was making her feel!

The suede thongs caressing her skin would have been incredibly soft and sensual had Courtney simply started with the flogger. But . . . she hadn't, and by now, from having her pussy played with, Twerp's skin was already quite sensitive to touch, so their glides felt even more stimulating.

And Courtney was plying the thongs everywhere. Drawing them over Twerp's small shoulders, down and across her back, over pert, upturned rump, even down and along slender spread legs.

Sasha felt herself begin to melt and glow inside. Merely being restrained and gagged had started that process. And, even if Courtney hadn't declared her intention to 'make her slave squirm' Sasha certainly knew that was what would happen.

Just as she knew it would be impossible for her to ignore, avoid or prevent that.

Somehow - and she didn't know how it had happened, either - her body no longer was hers alone. It no longer listened to just Sasha. To her desires and wants.

Her huge eyes softly closed Sasha yielded to the sensations even as she continued thinking. So far - thankfully - they weren't as fierce as before. So intense that her mind seemed to blur, fade and disappear into a thick fog of just 'feeling' and 'wanting'. She still wasn't comfortable, or happy, at being played with this way. And hadn't been since the very first moment she realized that part of her being involuntarily made a slave included this aspect.

Yet, she wasn't exactly uncomfortable or unhappy, either. Claiming the sensations were pleasant was like claiming Everest was a small speed bump. This went wa-aaay past being simply pleasant.

And, as Samantha had surmised would happen, three long, long days in the cage had done more then simply subconsciously reinforce certain lessons. Sasha had had a lot of time just thinking, mulling things over in the privacy of her thoughts and cage. And one of those things was her former daydreams.

The ones she'd started having that first day, almost a week ago, after she'd first broken in down here.

Daydreams that had been nebulous in certain areas, due to her lack of experience in those matters. Vague because, although she sensed what she wanted, she had been a total ingénue.

Like it, or not (and she still wasn't sure) most everything that had happened could have been fashioned whole cloth from her daydreams. Heck, if she was completely honest with herself - although she kept shying from that totality - everything that was happening was that way.

The only reason she hadn't daydreamed of things like being caged, or bowl fed, or things like those, she realized, was only because it hadn't ever occurred to her to consider them.

"Uuhhmmmm . . . ," Sasha gently writhed, the thongs still caressing over her. They felt very good on her skin, oh yes. But that wasn't where she wanted to be rubbed now. She tipped and rocked, circled and rolled her little hips, striving and struggling to tilt them enough to enable her to press down atop the bolster she lay over, but she didn't have any slack at all to move. This was so frustrating!

"Uuhhnn!" Sasha grunted, startled, as the weighty bundle of suede thongs landed on her back. They hadn't hurt, she instantly comprehended, but she'd certainly felt the impact nonetheless.

She tensed a bit, expecting a second, then melted again as Courtney just started gliding them over her back and shoulders again. That had felt . . . odd . . . Sasha thought. Not really bad at all, in fact. Then felt an intense tingle surge through her as she abruptly realized she'd just been whipped.

She couldn't have, of course, seen what that had looked like; having her back whipped, that is. But Sasha certainly could remember how that thing looked, with all those thongs. And could, very easily, imagine how that had appeared.

She'd really been whipped!

No sooner had she had that epiphany then she softly grunted again, as Courtney landed the flogger a second time to the middle of her back. As before, it didn't really hurt, just sorta thudded. And left behind the oddest warm tingling sensation to her skin.

Sasha leaned her head back, making soft muffled groans as, again and again, she felt the weighty thongs rhythmically thud against her back. And not just her back, but also her butt and legs too, Courtney even whipping her on the backs, outsides and insides of her thighs and calves. And everywhere the thongs kissed, they left behind a gentle tingling warmth.

A warmth that, slowly yet surely, was spreading all throughout Sasha.

She had the sudden mental image of a disobedient slave being helplessly whipped, and she literally jerked and moaned at that. For she was a slave and, while she hadn't been disobedient (well, not this time, anyway) she was being whipped. Fiery, intense tingles surged back and forth within her, each wave getting stronger and sharper.

Courtney paused after a while, feeling quite breathless. Her huge gray eyes sparkled . . . and glowed. Her tummy felt fluttery. Tight and tingly. She felt full to bursting inside with that nameless sensation she'd only recently been starting to feel inside. The one she'd been calling 'power', as that term was the best one she could come up with that fit.

Twerp's back, butt and legs were a light pink. A different rose than the flush she got when excited. ("Aroused", she mentally corrected herself.) Different, because this was from being flogged. Peeking down, Courtney's face split into a wide, excited grin, seeing just how wet her slave was now. So she likes being flogged, too! she ecstatically thought.

Placing the flogger down, Courtney then picked up the hairbrush paddle, feeling her heart thump even faster as she did. There wasn't any guessing about how her slave was gonna react to that, she knew, having already paddled Twerp several times before. The instant the first one landed she'd yelp and start struggling and pleading.

Courtney's entire tiny body delightedly shivered at that understanding.

*smack!*

The paddle crisply landed on Twerp's right one, flattening it an instant before the firm, pert cheek reflexively tightened and jerked. Her entire little body stiffened at the impact then, just as Courtney had surmised, Twerp started struggling, little limbs pulling at the cuffs restraining her down. She didn't cry out, exactly, but she did let out a sharp, fierce gasp of shock and distress.

*smack!* Courtney landed a second one to the left side, identical to the first. Both were lighter then she'd used for punishment paddlings . . . for now. Although they probably didn't seem that way to Twerp!

And they didn't. Sasha had been taken totally and completely by surprise by the first swat, her mind and body almost fully enveloped by the shivery, heated tingles rippling back and forth within her. She actually reacted to the sound an instant before she did to the impact itself.

Wildly she started to struggle and plead, her heart pounding as she felt the heat from both swats radiating in her butt. But there wasn't any way to avoid them, wasn't any way to stop them.

Courtney blinked, her feathery brows lifted up as Twerp made a funny muffled moan. She hadn't expected that, exactly, since it sounded kinda like the noises she made when her pussy was being rubbed. But from a spank?

She started to land another two, but reached down instead with a small hand and lightly started brushing tiny fingers over her slave's pussy. Then blinked a second time as Twerp made that moan sound again, as she tried thrusting her pussy down against Courtney's fingers.

As she started squirming again. Her pussy as wet as Courtney had ever seen or felt before.

*smack* *smack* Two rapid swats of the paddle, even lighter then the first two. But still, Courtney figured, seeing how the paddle left soft red outlines of itself on her cheeks, hard enough it should smart. Again, both times Twerp made funny little squeaks and squeals, her butt clenching and tightening. And again, making that weird moany sound when Courtney lightly rubbed her pussy.

Courtney continued the same pattern: two swats followed by pussy rubbing. And, very gradually, started increasing the intensity of the swats until, finally, landing them as hard as she had for punishments. And, while she couldn't say that Twerp simply accepted them, her reaction to them wasn't the same as when she'd been punishment paddled.

Oh, she still cried out, yes. She still tensed and jerked, bucked and struggled after each one. Her cheeks still cutely jiggled, tightened and clenched, oh my yes. But she also never stopped sinuously writhing and squirming, either! And her cream was now thickly trickling down the insides of both spread-apart slender legs!

Cheeks which, Courtney only now really noticed, were a uniform vibrant scarlet. She nibbled her lip, suddenly worried. Mom had told her she could only paddle Twerp a maximum of ten swats, and she'd passed that a long, long time ago. She'd have to tell Mom she had, and that wasn't a confession she was really looking forward to making.

"Oh wow!" she airily breathed, resting a tiny hand atop one of her slave's glowing cheeks. It wasn't just warm, it felt scorching! Twerp made a tiny, muffled mewl as she felt that coolness touch her, trying to lift up her rump and press more against that. The fire in her bottom had long ago spread all throughout her, and she was past conscious thought or reasoning. Once again, all she could do was feel.

And want.

Glancing over her small shoulder at the table behind her Courtney debated doing more. There were still lotsa stuff she'd wanted to use, but she wasn't sure if she should keep going, now that she'd already paddled her as much as she had. She hadn't intended to do that, it was just that watching and hearing how Twerp responded, well, kinda made her keep going.

There was still one experiment, though, that Courtney was determined to make. Reaching her little hand down, she lightly glided the tip of a tiny forefinger along her slave's now very puffy and wet pussy. Her eyes sparkled and danced at how that made Twerp moan and squirm!

Gathering up some of Twerp's cream on her fingertip, Courtney then took a deep breath . . .

. . . then delicately daubed it right against her slave's tiny, puckered anus.

Both girls hissed at that. Twerp at the unexpected sensation and to the cool wetness, and Courtney at Twerp's reaction. Especially seeing that tight ring abruptly quiver and clench.

Gently rubbing her tiny fingertip 'round and 'round, Courtney massaged the wrinkled rosebud, watching in fascination as it kept quivering and tightening, clenching and relaxing. It was the most unusual yet intriguing thing to see!

Lightly pressing right against the center, Courtney felt it actually grip and loosen the tip of her finger.

And then she remembered that lesson of Mom's. About why a girl got wet, and why you needed to use slippery stuff if you were gonna put something in where she was rubbing.

Well, Twerp's cream was certainly slippery enough. Besides, that was the natural stuff her body made to make things slippery! Heart pounding in breathless, daring excitement, and feeling wickedly naughty, Courtney kept adding more and more cream there until Twerp's wriggly anus was thoroughly soaked.

And then she pressed her fingertip to the center again, feeling once more how it quivered, how it gripped and released as she did.

This time, however, she didn't just press. Nor did she remove her finger after a few moments. No, this time Courtney kept gently pressing. Each time she felt that tight ring relax she'd press a bit, then pause when it tightened. Press and hold. Press and hold.

Inexorably, no matter how Twerp struggled or resisted, Courtney watched in wide-eyed, breathless awe as that tight ring expanded, as her fingertip slowly stretched and parted there.

As, after one cycle of tighten/relax . . . her fingertip didn't quite reappear.

Her tummy tightened more, a wave of warmth rippled through Courtney as she felt that tightness grip and quiver around the very tip of her finger. As she heard her slave give a weird muffled grunt, feeling Twerp push, trying to expel that intruder.

Lightly caressing Twerp's butt Courtney continued the cycle of press and hold, press and hold, press and hold. Paying no heed or concern to Twerp's struggles or complaints, focused purely and completely on what she was doing, and the sensation of sheer power that created.

There was nothing Twerp could do. She tried wriggling, twisting and squirming, but she was too securely restrained to pull away. She tried tightening down, forcibly clenching her inner muscles as if she were going to the bathroom. But she could only hold her muscles that way for a little bit before she had to relax and, every time she did . . . Courtney would cunningly press just that little bit more.

It didn't hurt, but it felt very odd and strange. A weird sense of fullness that also made her feel as if she had to poo. Nor could she ignore the fact that she was helplessly, implacably, being invaded.

Finally Courtney had the entire first joint of her tiny forefinger slipped inside, and what a strange feeling that was! She could feel her fingertip being rhythmically gripped and squeezed, and it was so awesome seeing Twerp's butthole stretched open like that!

Reaching underneath she started rubbing Twerp's pussy now, in addition to continuing with pressing and holding, pressing and holding. Like before, no sooner did Courtney start rubbing there then Twerp started squirming, odd little muffled grunts, moans and mewls coming from her.

In addition, however, Courtney noticed that, now that she was pussy rubbing, Twerp's resistance to her pressing almost disappeared. Almost as if she could do one, or the other, but not both together. She could either squirm, or resist. But not both. And, since Twerp was unable to keep from squirming when played with . . .

My my!!

Finally Courtney had almost her entire tiny forefinger buried within Twerp. How awesomely cool!

But then Courtney's tiny nose wrinkled as she, for the first time, really considered just where her finger was. Inside Twerp's poop hole! Ick!

No matter how clean the outside looked, Courtney wasn't complacent about what the inside might be like. Slipping her finger free she started to say something, but then her huge eyes widened at the odd moan from Twerp as it finally slid all the way out. He'd sounded almost . . . mournful.

Tenderly petting Twerp's butt Courtney murmured, "I'll be right back Twerp. I'm gonna go ask Mom if I can use one of those plugs things now."

She was delighted by Twerp's sudden startled mewl, at the shivers and flush that flowed over her slave. Padding off, Courtney was, most certainly, going to ask Mom for permission to use the plugs.

After she washed her hands!