"Ummmm . . . Mom?"

Samantha looked up from her coffee, surprised to see Courtney so soon. "Yes sweetheart?" she asked, putting her mug down. "Are you finished with your slave already?"

Courtney gently wove back and forth on tiny, booted feet. Boots which, Samantha noted with a smothered grin, were brightly gleaming with polish. "No, I'm not," Courtney replied. "But I wanted to ask for something," she said then, looking down at her booted toes, murmured even softer, "And confess something, too."

Sitting up straighter Samantha looked closer at her daughter. Uh oh, she thought, wondering what was up. "Confess to what?" she asked.

Slowly and haltingly, still without looking up, Courtney started explaining what had happened downstairs. She started with the boot polishing - making sure to praise Twerp for the good job she'd done to her Mom, wanting her to know how pleased Courtney really was with Twerp's effort and obedience - and finished with the spankings. "I didn't mean to spank her so many times," she softly admitted, yet taking full responsibility for doing so. "But I wasn't thinking of it as punishment. And she wasn't acting the same as when I punish her, either," she said, before morosely concluding, "but I still spanked her way more then the ten you told me I could only do."

Samantha didn't reply right away, taking another sip of coffee first. "Just how did she act?" she finally asked.

She couldn't keep her brows from lifting as Courtney told her the details. Twerp had been turned on by the multiple paddlings? Samantha had thought that might happen, from what she'd seen of the child so far, but hadn't intended on going there with her quite so soon. Courtney, however, seemed to have taken that decision out of her hands, though.

"I'm proud of you for confessing," she told her daughter. "I'm not sure, yet," she warned, "whether to punish you, or not, for what you did. There was a reason - and a very good one, too - why I limited you to only ten, to start. And until I see what condition your slave is in because of what you did, I won't be able to determine what, if anything, I think you deserve for exceeding that."

Courtney simply mutely nodded, looking woebegone. And not from the threat of a potential punishment, Samantha could see, but from the misery of feeling she'd betrayed her mother's trust in her.

"Now, you also had something you wanted to ask for?"

Nodding, Courtney still kept looking down at her toes. "Yes Ma'am. I, uuuh, well . . . Iwannauseabuttplug," she blurted out.

Samantha blinked. "I thought we already talked about that," she said, "and I told you we should wait a while before trying things like that out on her."

"I know Mom," Courtney replied. "But, that was, before."

"Before, what?" Samantha said, once more getting a nervous, out-of-control feeling.

Again sounding a bit hesitant Courtney recited the events that had transpired, explaining how she'd wound up slipping her finger inside her slave, and how that seemed to make her slave feel.

Well, she'd started off sounding hesitant but, by the time she was finished, Courtney was sounding more then a bit breathless and excited. Which, now that Samantha considered things, was how she felt too!

Well, that . . . and a touch of envy, she was surprised to realize.

"Didn't it occur to you Courtney," Samantha finally said, "that, if I'd said plugs were, for now, out of bounds, that included putting your finger inside her, too?"

At that Courtney looked up, startled. Obviously, it seemed, she hadn't thought that. "No. Did it? Should it have?" she questioned. "I mean," she said, "it was just my finger. I was just playing with her."

Samantha tried not to sigh, more vexed with herself then upset with Courtney. As bright as her daughter was, she was still just a child. And sometimes what would be glaringly obvious to an adult wouldn't be to her. The reason behind Samantha not permitting Courtney using plugs was that she had no idea what it felt like to have something inserted into her, and so wouldn't know what that felt like to her slave. But, in Courtney's mind, she assumed the reason for not having permission was because she didn't know what they felt like. It never occurred to her it wasn't the item that was important, but the sensations caused by them.

Sensations produced just as easily by a finger, or fingers, as with a plug.

"So why do you now want to use a plug? If you've already used your finger?"

Brightly blushing Courtney ducked her head. "It was just, well," she mumbled, "I got to thinking. There's poop up in there, and so was my finger!"

"Well, it's not likely you would have touched any," Samantha assured, struggling not to grin at her daughter's expression. "You'd have to press in deeper then your finger could go to do that."

Courtney nodded, but didn't seem any more comfortable with the idea anyway.

Draining her mug Samantha stood up. No matter what, she was going to have to check on Twerp and see if Courtney's enthusiasm with the hairbrush paddle had caused any problems. If it had . . .

Courtney was going to find out just what that had felt like. Herself.

Sasha had no idea where Courtney had gotten off. Or why. She dimly recalled Courtney saying something, but she'd no clear idea what it had been. She'd been far too submerged into a deep, glowy, tingly world of her own.

Those tingles had eased somewhat. But only 'somewhat'. Just enough that she could, once more, start consciously thinking. Start being aware of her surrounding and situation.

And two things, of a certainty, she was very aware of.

The first, unsurprisingly, was her pussy just wouldn't stop insistently tingling. Sasha struggled, twisting and squirming, desperately trying to, somehow, tip and tilt her hips enough to enable pressing down against the bolster beneath her. But, she couldn't. And somehow that frustration was only increasing the tingles, the deep, throbbing achiness, inside her.

The second, far more astonishing and utterly unexpected, was how her butt felt.

Even now, long minutes after the last paddle impact, her butt felt incredibly warm. Hot, even. Sasha could feel waves of heat radiating outwards from her paddled cheeks. Undulating ripples of warmth that spread throughout her body, merging and blending with the tingles in her pussy until her entire body seemed to thrum with them!

There was a spreading pool of slobber on the floor beneath her and, even as she watched, more sticky droplets dripped downwards. But, from what she could feel from between and along her spread legs, there was probably an equally large pool of her cream under her, too!

In fact, bound as she was, Sasha could easily see the insides of her spread thighs, and the tops were thickly coated with glistening, sticky wetness.

Soft muffled moans and whines of embarrassment, frustration, arousal and need issued from her. Sleek little hips continued circling, rolling, humping and thrusting.

She knew she'd been paddled. That much she could remember. What she couldn't understand, though, was why she was still so jui . . . aroused. Why the glowing heat in her butt, rather then cooling her off, was, instead, keeping her squirming. How could that happen?

Why, for that matter, had it aroused her in the first place?

There was, she realized, thinking on it, something a bit exciting daydreaming about being helpless and facing a paddling or spanking. (Or cropping or whipping, a little voice added) But when she was actually being paddled there was nothing at all exciting about that!

Because all the other times were for punishment? that same voice whispered. And, this time, it was because your Mistress was having fun with her slave? Playing with her toy?

Sasha groaned again in frustration, struggling to hump down on the bolster. Oh, all this was just so confusing, and anyway, none of that was helping ease this awful insistent tingling!

When she realized Courtney had come back, Sasha simply whined, trying to wriggle her hips at her. "Ppffhh Hhrrttnnyy!" she pleaded, not caring what she looked or sounded like, as long as Courtney did something!

"Want something?" Courtney softly asked, and Sasha whined again, jerking and wiggling her hips, literally trying to draw attention to her pussy. "Does my slave want her pussy rubbed some more?"

There was a time - only days ago, in fact - when nothing could have made Sasha admit that. And, even now, blatantly admitting it was embarrassing. At this moment, though, the flush of embarrassment Sasha felt somehow only added to the tingling, throbbing, achy pressure she felt inside.

Courtney was relieved to see that the vibrant, glowing crimson had faded somewhat to a dark, dusky rose. She glanced over at her Mom, who was silently standing off to the side, and out of Twerp's line of sight. Samantha was quite startled, nevertheless, at how ruddy Twerp's ass looked. And was just as surprised at how aroused the chi - slave was, too. The paddling didn't seem to have inflicted any bruising or damage, as she half-feared it might have. However, it also seemingly had ignited a fire inside her.

Samantha still wasn't sure if she'd made the right decision but, with standing nearby to audit the proceedings, she felt reasonably comfortable.

Besides, if she was honest with herself, the thought of what was about to happen was tremendously turning her on.

"Pussy petting'll come in a bit," Courtney assured her slave. "But first, my slave is going to be plugged."

"MmmHHMMPPHH?!?" Twerp's eyes flew wide open. Say what!?

Muffled whines and whimpers came from her as Courtney opened the tube of lubricant gel and squeezed a good dollop right onto Twerp's puckered ring. Now her slave understood what Courtney had meant, and her whines and whimpers grew more strident as Courtney started smoothing and smearing the gel around.

She bucked and twisted, jerked and pulled. Which didn't at all interfere or interrupt what Courtney was doing. Twerp's heart started fiercely hammering even as her tingles grew painfully sharper. She wasn't exactly sure what Courtney had meant, but she had a pretty good idea!

Sasha had been a bit too far gone, earlier, to really remember Courtney slipping her fingertip inside. She thought she remembered something happening, but she really couldn't say for sure. But she wasn't that deeply aroused right now, and was very aware of things.

"Hhrrttnnyy! Nnhh!! Hhnntt!! Ppffhh!!" Twerp pleaded, bucking and jerking in her restraints.

But Courtney never stopped, thoroughly lubricating her slave's tight anus before continuing with the next step.

"I can't wait to see this go in my slave," Courtney said, her voice so very soft, so very breathy and excited, as she held down the chosen plug so Twerp could see it. And she shivered at Twerp's reaction, feeling rippling waves of warm tingles race through her as Twerp whined, as she stiffened and tensed.

Sasha had seen one like that before. In fact, she'd seen the entire five-piece set of them, even if she wasn't totally sure of their purpose. So she knew that the one Courtney had was the smallest of the five although, right at the moment, it looked pretty huge to her!

Made of beige latex, this one was four and a half inches long, an inch in diameter at its widest, ending in a flat oval base. Which didn't sound or look very big . . . unless it was about to go into your butt! And then it looked pretty enormous!!

And Courtney intended to put that . . . that . . . that thing in her!!

"Nnhh Hhrrttnnyy!! Uu hhnntt!! Ppffhh hhnntt!!" Sasha pleaded, not wanting that in her, and horribly aware that Courtney certainly could if she chose to do so, and there wasn't a single blessed thing Sasha could do to prevent that from happening.

Oddly enough, Sasha fitfully understood, she'd have an easier time dealing with, and accepting this, if Courtney had intended putting something in her pussy rather then her butt. After all, considering everything she'd learned from Health Class - and, of course, her classmates giggling gossip - Sasha had, for some time now, understood that a penis went inside a pussy. And that wasn't even counting all the new stuff she'd learned, either on her own or from the anatomy lessons. So now she also understood that toys, like the vibrator and dildo things, could go inside a pussy, too.

However, although she also knew, even if a bit hazily, that certain plugs could and did go inside a butthole, Sasha hadn't ever really thought about - or daydreamed about - that actually happening to her. Although she most certainly had, for several days now, started wondering, with a kind of shy, nervous yet hesitant excitement, what it would feel like having something in her pussy.

Unlike all the other times when Courtney had played - or punished - her slave, this time she was a great deal more audible in her distress and pleadings. Courtney nibbled her tiny pinky nail as she considered that. Twerp wasn't permitted to talk. That was the rule, and it didn't matter if she was gagged or not, she was still to remain silent.

So, on the one hand, she was being grossly disobedient. On the other hand, however . . .

Her very muffled, very frantic - and sincere - pleas and cries were quite exciting. That penis thing in her mouth was rendering her speech quite garbled and unintelligible, and muted the volume down so much she could hardly be heard several feet away. Courtney literally shivered, visibly so, at hearing her slave's desperate pleadings, the way she was frantically imploring Courtney.

She could only guess how that useless effort to talk made her slave feel. Although, just peeking down at her, Courtney didn't have to guess very hard, for the harder Twerp tried to make herself heard, the more she, herself, shivered and trembled.

When Courtney whispered in her slave's ear, "It's gonna go in you Twerp, and there's nothing you can do about it neither," her little legs almost buckled at Twerp's muffled wail.

Those wails grew louder, more frantic - as did her slave's struggles - as Courtney simply petted her gagged cheek again before padding to stand behind her slave.

"Oh my!" she breathily whispered, seeing Twerp's butt already tightening and clenching in useless denial. Seeing, as well, that very slick and glistening, wrinkled pinkish-brown ring doing the same, winking up at her as it quivered.

Courtney didn't care if Twerp wanted this or not. Didn't care if she liked it or not. Although, to be honest, she'd much rather if her slave did. Courtney didn't really like doing things that truly distressed Twerp. She'd much rather do things that Twerp liked and enjoyed. That she wanted. Like pussy rubbing. But, as much as she liked those kinds of things, Courtney was starting to find an odd sort of shivery, tingly fascination with doing things that her slave didn't like or want.

Picking up the tube of gel Courtney took her time thickly coating the full length of the plug. She wasn't in any hurry, as it wasn't as if Twerp was going anywhere, after all!

Sasha couldn't believe Courtney was really gonna do that to her. Well, 'believe' wasn't exactly the right word, she considered, feeling her tummy badly fluttering. She had the most awful, most horrid suspicion that Courtney was going to do it. It was more as if she was desperately holding onto that last, final straw. Tiny nostrils flared in panted distress, as all she could do was helplessly lay restrained over the bolster, fervently hoping and praying that Courtney wouldn't really go through with it.

"MmppFFHH!!" Sasha squeaked, feeling the cool, blunt tip of the plug touch right against her butthole. She instinctively tightened down, then shivered as she heard Courtney's excited coo as she did so. Oh gawd, she was so screwed! Sasha thought, when even her distress and struggles excited Courtney as much as her helpless squirms and getting wet did!

"Mmffpp! Hhuurrhh! Uuhhnnhh!" With each gentle, inexorable press of the plug Sasha grunted, trying to tighten down and prevent its entry. Within moments, however, she knew she was doomed to fail. The tip of the plug was so small and rounded, the body so slender and narrow, its already smooth latex surface now slick as ice from the gel coating it. Sasha could erect very little resistance as a barrier against its entry.

"Sssssss!" Sasha stiffened and hissed, feeling her butthole inexorably stretched by the invading plug, which had, at just that moment, actually dilated her sphincter. Small hands were tightly clenched into fists as she continued trying to resist, but Courtney was timing the presses perfectly. Each and every time Sasha had to relax a moment . . . that horrid plug was pressed just the teeniest bit more inside her.

It didn't hurt, no. Even through her distress Sasha sensed that. But it was mortally embarrassing for her.

Deeper and deeper the plug was slipped into her, and Sasha whimpered and whined. She could feel it! Feel it inside her! Feel how her butthole was quivering and clenching around it, gripping it. Sasha tossed her head as she struggled to push it back out but, as Courtney kept her gentle yet implacable pressure to the base, it never once seemed to move backwards.

"Uuhhggnn," she groaned. It might not hurt, true. But it was awful uncomfortable, and she felt like she had to poop real bad!

And then she stiffened, feeling the oddest series of heated, sharp tingles race through her as Courtney breathily whispered, sounding awed and wondrous, "Oh my, Twerp! This . . . this makes me feel just like your kisses did!"

Sasha swallowed hard at that. Or, at least, tried to swallow; her gag didn't really permit that, after all. Courtney got turned on by this? By putting a plug in her butt?

That had to be what she meant, even if she might not know that herself. Because Sasha couldn't think of anything else she might have meant.

There was no way of mistaking how Courtney had felt last night, both from the massage and from the kisses. Or, for that matter, having her nipples played with. The massage, by itself, had gently aroused Courtney. The sensual kind of way, Sasha considered, remembering the lessons from her Aunt about that kind of stuff. But, she'd reacted more intensely at having her nipples rubbed, and certainly so at having her pussy kissed. Why, she'd even started to get wet!

And now, she was feeling that same way, just from this?

Sasha was astonished, that amazement cutting even through her current distress. She . . . she got turned on, just from playing with her?

Then she grunted, feeling, at the same time, her butthole clenching down past the plug, as the widest part just slipped past and inside. Grunted again at feeling the base of it now pressing between her quivering cheeks. Her eyes flew wide open in surprise, realizing that, somehow, the entire thing must now be inside her.

Again her throat spasmed in a reflex attempt at swallowing. Considering Courtney had just shown her the awful thing minutes ago Sasha knew, vividly so, just how long and wide it was. And all of that was in her now?

Sasha still didn't like it, and still didn't want it. It was the most weird of feelings. For, while it didn't hurt, it was uncomfortable, and she had the most intense feeling like she had to poop, too!

Courtney stood there in breathless awe, feeling so warm inside, her skin feeling swelled and stretched and full to bursting. It had been soooo exciting, watching that plug slowly open Twerp's butthole wider. Seeing it slowly but surely sink deeper and deeper as she watched that tight, now-dilated ring quiver and clench around the gel-coated plug. She could feel those spasms, feel Twerp desperately trying to expel it from within her.

And unable to do so.

And now, at last, it was all the way inside, Courtney gently pressing the base between her cheeks until it was fully seated. She'd have to keep pressing, too. Mom had said that, with this one, the smallest of the five, there wasn't enough of a 'flare' to have it stay inside on its own.

Courtney had immediately wanted to use the next bigger, then. But quickly changed her mind when Mom had said that that wouldn't be a problem, she'd just have to strip, bend over and see first, for herself, what that felt like.

Considering the next biggest was a whole half inch longer, and a whole half inch bigger in diameter, Courtney had instantly demurred. The smallest was almost twice as thick as her own forefinger, after all!

And that wasn't even counting the immediate, scalding hot wave of embarrassment she'd felt, at the image of something being put inside her butt!

Of course, that was no small part of the allure this held for Courtney, knowing that Twerp would feel every bit as embarrassed - and more! - when Courtney put that inside her!

Courtney had been surprised, days ago, at discovering that about herself: that she found it exciting making Twerp feel embarrassed. At first, she felt horrid, as if she were wicked and evil. Poor Twerp was being punished enough, already, and she didn't need some mean ogre tormenting her further!

But, like she always did when she had questions, Courtney had talked to her Mom, and had gotten quite the surprise. Embarrassment wasn't necessarily a bad thing, after all!

It depended, of course, both on the type of embarrassment and on the slave. Some didn't respond well to even mild forms of embarrassment, while others responded to even critical, crucial humiliation. To the point of terrible racking sobs.

A true Mistress, Courtney had been told, was extremely careful to analyze and appraise how her slave responded. And why. And was also careful how she 'presented' what she did. Courtney, ever curious, asked what that had meant, and Samantha had explained, giving her an illustration.

Say that Courtney had Twerp pretend to be a puppy, she'd said. At that Courtney's ears had perked up. That sounding . . . intriguing. Of course, considering Courtney's tender years, playing 'pretend' was still very much a part of her life. Either way, Mom had explained, Twerp was likely to feel embarrassed at having to pretend being Courtney's puppy. Now, if Courtney acted as if that was something special and wonderful, the embarrassment was likely to be mild. But . . . if Courtney mocked Twerp, if she was maliciously teasing about it, Twerp was likely to be mortified rather then mildly embarrassed. Possibly even humiliated.

Again Courtney's sharp, fiendishly clever mind had considered other things. Things that had already happened so far. Like Twerp getting helplessly wet when tied up or played with.

Obviously, and very clearly, that was embarrassing for her, having that happen. But Courtney hadn't seen it as embarrassing, just way cool. And although Twerp had still been embarrassed, plainly she'd relaxed, too. Been more accepting.

Courtney could easily picture what might have happened, though, if she'd laughed, if she'd cruelly poked fun at Twerp instead. Twerp still would have been unable to prevent getting wet, or to keep from squirming. But, instead of accepting that, now, when it happened, she'd be so tense and tight about it. She'd feel awful, like that was something horrid and wrong and nasty.

This Mistress business, Courtney had been thinking a lot lately, was sure a lot of effort and responsibility!

But fun, too!!

So, amongst many other reasons, Courtney had wanted to plug her slave just to enjoy seeing her helpless embarrassment. She was almost positive Twerp would be embarrassed (heck, Courtney would be, after all!) but was equally certain it wouldn't be the bad kind.

Which was a good thing, too, she thought, standing there holding the plug deep inside her slave, as she worriedly nibbled her tiny pinky nail. Because, now that she really thought about it, once she'd started putting it in, she'd . . . well . . . she'd sorta gotten carried away. She didn't think she could have stopped once she'd started. Not once Twerp had started mewling and whining, struggling and pleading.

For a moment, an intense, icy-cold wave of fear rolled over her. Courtney was positive this hadn't hurt Twerp, let alone come anywhere near to harming her. And her Mom had been right over there, watching what she'd done. But, Mom wasn't always around. And this was now the second time she'd gotten carried away. The first had been her temper, and this time her enthusiasm.

Her worried musings were shattered at feeling the plug pushed back against her tiny fingers at the same time Twerp let out a series of muffled whined grunts.

"My slave looks so sexy, with this plug in her," Courtney breathily murmured. Then blinked. She hadn't meant to say 'sexy', she'd meant to say 'pretty' or 'cute' instead. But, before she could mull over her unintentional faux-pas, she softly hissed in a swift, sharp inhale at her slave's reaction.

For Twerp abruptly flushed, a soft yet visible tide of crimson flowed over her. She tensed, but it didn't seem a bad tensing. And then her flushed skin rippled and shivered as she started to tremble and squirm.

Oh my!

Courtney couldn't think of any reason for that to have happened. Unless . . . was it what she'd said?

'Sexy' wasn't necessarily a bad thing, she knew. Mom wasn't at all keen on certain styles of clothing for Courtney or girls her age - like her current 'Mistress' outfit, she knew, but this was a special case - true enough. But that didn't make the word, or what it meant, necessarily bad. Just, well, inappropriate for little, and young, girls.

Sexy meant sexually suggestive or stimulating. Erotic. Not good things when you were only nine. That could bring the wrong kind of attention to you, Courtney knew, remembering talks she'd had with her Mom. But sexy also meant attractive, appealing and interesting, too. Which, oh my yes, Twerp certainly was at the moment!

Gazing down at her slave, seeing her stark naked, seeing her so wet that inner thighs were slickly coated, Courtney decided Twerp could certainly be considered 'sexy' in all those ways. Did she know what the word meant, Courtney wondered? And did she like thinking she looked that way?

She'd worn make-up. Tight clothing. Walked around, intentionally or not, with her small chest pressed up and out. Had bought, against her Mom's rule, a scandalously tiny (to Courtney, anyway) swimsuit. Had preened when boys looked at her.

Hmmmm . . .

Still holding the plug firmly seated, Courtney lightly trailed tiny fingertips down Twerp's back. "Oh my yes," she softly breathed, "my slave looks so sexy this way. Plugged and wet and squirming so."

It was even odds which one squirmed harder at that: Courtney or Twerp, for both literally wriggled. Courtney at seeing how her slave reacted, and Twerp at the unexpected, warm, glowy tingles that raced through her.

Courtney liked this? Sasha wondered, amazed. She really, really liked this? Liked how Sasha looked? She . . . she thought Sasha looked sexy?? She wasn't poking fun at her? Or teasing, mocking or ridiculing her?

Before she could think further past that oddly delightful and unexpected shock Sasha tensed, her breath hissing through small flared nostrils at feeling tiny fingers ever-so-lightly brush against her soaked pussy. And then softly keened as Courtney airily whispered, "Now it's time for pussy petting."

There was no hesitation this time. Not like the very first time Courtney had touched her slave's pussy during the first anatomy lesson. By now, she'd gotten quite comfortable with the idea and concept and, in fact, enjoyed merely thinking of doing just that.

Because it made her slave squirm.

Helplessly so.

The moment tiny fingers touched Twerp slammed sleek little hips down, making an odd muffled cry as she did. And, as Courtney continued lightly brushing and stroking, her hips started immediately rocking and lifting, pressing and circling. Within moments Courtney could hear her slave panting, her breath whistling through her nose as she made odd but very intriguing muffled grunts and mewls.

Courtney kept the plug firmly pressed inside while rubbing. She could feel it vibrate as Twerp's muscles continued quivering and clenching in their reflexive need to expel the intruder within. Her slave was in constant motion now, writhing atop the punishment horse, little limbs jerking and tugging, small fingers clenching into tight fists then splaying wide before again making fists. Small feet jerked at the cuffs, twisting within them, and little toes curled and flexed.

An odd mottled flush started spreading across her slave's skin, and tiny dots of sweat beaded up. Twerp kept making little muffled noises almost nonstop, but they didn't seem like words, just sounds. Courtney started firmly rubbing the entire pussy now, making a little face as her tiny palm got soaked with cream but otherwise far too enchanted with her slave's squirmings to really care at the moment about that.

Her still-rosy butt rhythmically flexed and tightened as Twerp struggled to hump up and down, as she fought for more and more pressure, for more and more sensation.

Well, as her body did, anyway. For a distant part of her mind was starting to gibber in panic. The tingles had rapidly grown worse then ever before. More powerful then ever before. Everything about her was out of control now. And, deep inside the pit of her tummy, deep inside her pussy, it seemed, was a ball of tight pressure that both ached and demanded . . . something.

And poor Sasha had no idea what that might be.

She needed this to stop now. The tingles were starting to become almost painfully intense. She was getting scared now, really scared.

And then she felt her hands gently held. Enormous, frightened, grass-green eyes wildly stared at her Aunt, who was now crouched in front of her and holding Sasha's hands in hers.

Emerald pools desperately locked onto deep blue ones as if seeking a lifeline.

And, to her surprise - and utter relief - found just that. As her Aunt gazed down at Sasha with a tender, kind, loving - and understanding - expression.

"It's all right," she tenderly crooned to her. "It's all right baby. There's nothing to be afraid of. I promise. Just relax, and everything will be just wonderful. Trust me. Trust us."

That pressure inside her coiled tighter and bigger, literally thrumming as it expanded and grew. Sasha whined, her heart fiercely hammering, panting as if she'd raced a hundred miles. There was no way, no way at all, she could relax. But her incipient panic eased. She was still scared, yes. But now she didn't feel lost or alone.

'Trust me. Trust us,' her Aunt had said. She had to; trust them, that is. She'd little other choice. For certain, she'd no choice at all about the feelings and sensations being forced upon her. Compelled and impelled upon her. Sasha was helpless to resist, unable to deny, control or ignore them.

And they kept growing stronger and sharper, more powerful, more insistent. Rapidly so, with an intensity she'd no idea could exist.

Samantha looked up then at Courtney, and silently mouthed 'Her clit." Courtney nodded, then peered down, staring inches away at her slave's pussy and looking for it.

She'd only, just, three days ago, gotten her first lessons on where everything was. And it looked odd upside down, so Courtney wasn't sure she could even find it. Then her eyes widened as she stared at her slave's pussy.

The lips were plumply swollen and quite a ruddy complexion. Her pussy was parted rather open, both from her bound posture and now from her deep arousal. There was actually a finger-sized opening visible now, and Courtney could actually peek up inside Twerp!

Thick, sticky rivulets of cream coated her pussy and trickled down. And there, all the way at the top (or bottom, she nervously, shyly giggled, as she was currently looking at it) was a tiny, swollen nubbin. Perfectly visible and exposed.

Remembering past lessons, Courtney coated her tiny fingertip with cream, then lightly touched the surface of that firm swollen bud. Twerp immediately stiffened. Then moaned as she helplessly bucked her hips downwards. Hugely grinning Courtney immediately started rubbing.

Very firmly. Very fast.

Sasha felt as if her pussy had been directly shocked from an outlet. She squeaked and squealed, mewled and moaned. She stared at her Aunt in wild, desperate appeal, feeling that inner coiled tightness grow to ferocious proportions. But her Aunt softly smiled, a tender understanding expression, and just held her hands more firmly.

"Trust us," she whispered.

And then her world exploded.

Sasha felt the muscles in her tummy abruptly cramp. Well, not exactly cramp, but she didn't know what else to call it. There was a single, sharp, almost painful, tightening of inner muscles. Then another. Then another moments later. And all the while, expanding from her pussy, radiating from that tiny center core Courtney was furiously rubbing, were wave after waves of powerful tingles that spread all throughout her, until Sasha felt as if she was full to bursting. And still that tightly coiled inner pressure seethed and bubbled.

And finally erupted.

Sasha stood poised on the brink of . . . something . . . for a moment, an instant of time prior to that tightness finally breaking free that somehow seemed to last forever. And, as it finally did break free. . .

. . . her body went insane.

"Uuhh! Uuhhnngg! Uuuhhrrr! UUHHH!"

Courtney whipped tiny hands back, covering her small, opened mouth and looking horrified as Twerp suddenly tensed. Her flushed skin abruptly turned a mottled alabaster and rose. Again and again she bucked against the bolster, trying to curl into a tight ball around it. Slender little limbs convulsively jerked, mindlessly yanking at the restraints. Her taut tummy rhythmically tightened in visible waves of contractions, and Courtney could actually see Twerp's pussy twitching in spasms.

The very first contraction of inner muscles shot out the lubed plug in her bottom like a missile. It actually hit Courtney in the chest before falling to the floor, bouncing a few times before rolling to a stop.

Courtney looked on, stunned into frozen helplessness and petrification. Only the fact that her Mom seemed, not only calm, but pleased kept Courtney from totally freaking out.

Although she did cry out, "Ewwww!" as she abruptly realized the one hand over her mouth was soaked with her slave's cream, yanking it away in a lightning-fast jerk the moment she tasted that.

But her attention was immediately reclaimed by Twerp, watching and listening in a sort of horrified, helpless fascination.

Sasha hovered on the edge of terror, feeling that coiled inner tightness suddenly erupt and explode, at having that sensation forced and impelled upon her. Her mind was utterly paralyzed, even as her body was anything but. And only the sounds of her Aunt's soothing, calming voice - that somehow, even through this maelstrom, penetrated her consciousness - and the feel of her hands reassuringly holding hers, kept her this side of sanity.

Which meant, when the vibrantly powerful sensations blazingly coursed through her, instead of consuming her to ashes . . .

Those weren't tingles that raced through her. 'Tingle' was, by far, too mild a word to describe the shuddering, wave after wave of molten, throbbing, thrumming fire that coursed through her. Bolts of jolting pleasure unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Unlike anything Sasha had believed could possibly exist.

And everything - the cuffs snugly locked around her small wrists and ankles; the gag in her mouth; her utter helpless immobility; the warmth of her skin, all over, from the earlier flogging; the residual fire in her butt from the paddlings; even the odd achy emptiness in her butthole - simply everything . . .

Added . . . amplified . . . increased . . . magnified and expanded those throbbing jolts.

Until every sharp contraction in her tummy seemed directly connected to the very roots of her hair all the way down to the beds of little nails.

A roar in her ears was the very last thing she was aware of, before a tide of blessed welcome blankness descended over her.

"Shhhhhh . . . it's all right. Just rest now, K?"

Sasha's lids fluttered as she slowly roused. She was lying on her back, she dimly sensed, her head gently cradled and pillowed atop something.

A something, she realized moments later, that was Courtney's lap, as Sasha half-consciously peered up through slitted lids and saw her little cousin peeping down at her.

Seeing an expression of soft gentle awe, of stunned yet pleased delight, in her huge gray eyes as Courtney gazed down at her.

Then she - more consciously - realized she wasn't still strapped down over the punishment horse. Or gagged either. And, although she was still naked, a very soft cotton sheet was carefully wrapped and tucked around her.

Numberless questions bubbled and seethed in her gradually awaking mind, but her body felt oh-so-limp and languorous, and Sasha was content to simply lay there. Long thick tawny lashes lightly fluttered over smooth soft cheeks as she closed her eyes again and just rested, basking in the utterly heavenly glowy feeling that seemed to fill her from head to toes. A soft, breathy sigh escaped barely parted lips when Courtney started very lightly brushing tiny fingertips over her cheeks and forehead.

Several long minutes later Sasha's eyes fluttered open, looking up at Courtney in startled surprise when she said, "I'm sure my slave has lots of questions. As long as she talks in a soft polite voice, for now, until I say it's back to normal, she may ask them."

Oh yes, by now, after three infinitely long days, Sasha had a bazillion questions. The tip of her small, moist pink tongue peeked out past her full, soft lips, flicking back and forth, moistening their surface. And then, her voice in a rough sounding whisper - for she'd hardly spoken at all for days - she asked the most important question to her at this moment.

"I . . . I don't have to move yet, do I?" she asked in a plaintive tone.

Courtney's eyes merrily sparkled, her face in a huge grin as she struggled not to laugh at how her slave sounded. "Nu-uh!" she finally replied. "No, you don't. You can just lay here like this for a while."

Sasha happily sighed again as her lids fluttered closed once more, extremely pleased at not having to move. At the moment she'd be quite happy not to ever have to move again, as long as she got to revel and bask in the marvelous, awesome glowy feelings still filling her so.

And then she asked the second most important question she had.

"What happened?"

Again Courtney giggled. But it wasn't a mocking or ridiculing sound at all. Oh no. Rather, the chiming tone was one of sympathy and understanding, of shared, conspirational empathy.

"I assume what you mean by that, was what was it that happened to you?" Sasha heard, realizing only then that her Aunt, too, was with her. "As in, what happened to you that made you feel like you did?"

Sasha softly nodded, the slowness borne of both utter relaxation and intense thought.

Samantha continued, her voice low and soft and kind. "I'll give you both the short answer and the long explanation Twerp," she said. "The short answer is, well," she said with a smile in her voice, "is that you had an orgasm. A climax. You came."

'Oh Wow!' Sasha thought. 'I did? That's what an orgasm feels like!?' She'd certainly encountered the term before, especially since her explorations, and theoretically understood the meaning. She also understood it was supposed to be a very nice feeling indeed. But . . . theory didn't even come close to reality! No way, no how!!

"If you remember," Samantha started, a soft smile on her face reassuring Twerp that, if she hadn't remembered, Samantha certainly understood why she hadn't. After all, the little slave had been a bit 'preoccupied' during the first anatomy lesson! "The first step, or stage, is called desire. And that can be both physical and mental. Desire is the mental state created by both external and internal stimuli - that is," she clarified, still smiling, "things that make you excited or stimulated, and are both inside things, like daydreams and your imagination, and outside things, like being cuddled, caressed or tickled."

Before she could go further Courtney, who was paying every bit as much rapt attention as Sasha was, piped up. "Being spanked, too?"

Sasha turned a vivid scarlet at that, ducking her head in embarrassment. She turned even brighter when Courtney simply petted the top of her head. "It's OK Twerp," she chirped. "I like seeing you get excited and squirmy when I spank you!"

Well, that sure helped a lot! Sasha thought.

Samantha covered her mouth with her hand, smothering a grin. But nothing could stop the twinkle in her deep blue eyes . . . or the gentle glow of fire in their depths. Sasha shyly peeped up at the two of them, and relaxed a little seeing their expressions of deep affectionate pride in her. They weren't disgusted or upset because Sasha, for whatever reason, got excited by being spanked. And while Sasha, herself, didn't understand how or why that happened, at least knowing they approved made her feel better about that.

Getting her amusement under control Samantha finally replied, nodding as she did. "Yes Courtney. Sometimes spankings do that too. As does being bound," she said, nodding at Twerp. "Not everyone does," she warned. "And, unfortunately, those that don't usually also can't understand, or accept, people that do."

Again Courtney piped up. "That's why we hafta keep all this secret? Because people wouldn't understand that Twerp likes being tied up and spanked and stuff? And they'd make fun of her?"

Samantha had a difficult time keeping from looking startled. Courtney had a totally innocent expression on her face, and only Samantha - who, after all, was her mother - would have noticed the tiny sign of Courtney's duplicity. Samantha had certainly explained to Courtney why all this had to be kept secret, and it was for more then just that.

But she also couldn't help noticing the look of wondrous relief on Twerp's face. Whether Courtney intended it that way or not - and, by every sign that Samantha could see, it had been intentional - Courtney had just made it clear that any need for secrecy was for Twerp's benefit. To keep her from being laughed at. From being embarrassed and humiliated. So far, Samantha hadn't told Twerp that all this needed to be kept secret. For one thing, up to now she doubted Twerp was at all willing to do so, wanting nothing more then to somehow free herself from all this. And then stridently complain about her 'mistreatment'. But now . . .

. . . Now, without ever being told to keep her summer experience secret, Twerp would, most likely, do just that. Voluntarily and willingly.

"Yes sweetheart, for that reason," Samantha said, going along with 'the flow'. "Most people understand things like kissing, necking and petting, and view that as perfectly normal. While things they don't understand, like bondage, submission and spanking, they look at as weird, and they can be very cruel and heartless when they find out someone likes that. Well, it's not weird. At all," she vehemently declared. "Different, yes. That's true. But not weird or sick or strange. Just different."

Sasha listened very closely. She hadn't, at first, really thought much about all this when she'd initially started exploring, and discovered what she'd found and seen had been thrilling and exciting. And it had helped a great deal - infinitely so, in fact - understanding that her Aunt, and then her little cousin, also liked and found exciting the same things. Even if in 'opposite' directions from how Sasha did. Even knowing all that, though, deep in her mind she'd wondered, at times, if she was weird and abnormal, somehow.

But no, she wasn't weird or abnormal. Sick and strange. Just . . . different. Not unique, no. For there were others just like her. And that made her feel much better inside, brought down yet another inner barrier she hadn't even known had existed.

"And speaking of being spanked," Samantha continued, immediately recapturing both mites attention, "it's not just being spanked, or tied up, that can be exciting to someone. Spanking someone, or tying them up, can do that, too."

Sasha's eyes widened at that, and Courtney's little mouth opened into a perfect Cupid-bow 'O'. Samantha's deep blue eyes twinkled at their reactions. "Yes Twerp," she said, looking right at the stunned little slave, "it can be just as exciting and arousing for the two of us to spank and tie you up, as it is for you to be spanked and tied up."

Sasha had guessed Courtney enjoyed tying and spanking her. That would have been very hard to miss. But she hadn't truly realized that Courtney might possibly feel the same things inside herself that Sasha felt when that was done to her!

And then the rest of what her Aunt had said registered. ' . . . just as exciting and arousing for the two of us . . . ' Her Aunt would get excited doing that to her too!?

Suddenly she recalled the events of yesterday afternoon, during the boot polishing fiasco. When her Aunt had come in with Courtney's lunch and Courtney had magnanimously permitted Aunt Samantha to play with her slave. Her face flushed, her tummy tingled, little toes wriggled and curled at the memory of that. Sasha excited the both of them??

That . . . was a very odd feeling, indeed. Knowing she had that effect on them both.

Before she could truly dwell on that discovery, her Aunt started speaking again, and Sasha paid close attention. She wanted to learn as much as possible about what was going on. Why she felt like she did inside when stuff happened. She wriggled a bit as Courtney started caressing her neck and shoulders again, not even realizing she did so. The glowy feeling was finally starting to fade, but it hadn't completely vanished yet, and the light gentle caresses felt oh-so-good!

"So, you see, desire can be about wanting things done to you, or doing them to another," Samantha explained. "It can even be about simply watching and looking. Desire can take many forms, but the result is always going to be the same: a want for something."

Samantha gazed at the two of them for a moment, and had to sternly call her own desires to heel. Which wasn't the easiest thing to do at the moment, seeing Twerp languorously relaxed back against Courtney, the soft glow of her earlier, intense orgasm still visible. It was a very good thing, she sardonically considered, that Twerp was wrapped up in a sheet, because Samantha didn't think she could remain totally objective if she had to look at her naked as she was beneath that. It was difficult enough at simply remembering the image of her appearance naked, cuffed and collared!

"The next stage is arousal. One can become aroused by simply daydreaming on the things they desire, or by being physically stimulated, or both together. Doing the things you think about, dream or fantasize about, is arousing. When you become aroused, some things that might happen is you'll salivate and sweat, your skin will become flushed, your nipples become erect. Your clitoris and pussy lips will swell, and your pussy will get wet."

She tried to keep from smiling at Twerp's sudden fidgeting at that, but she couldn't keep her lips from twitching. And when Courtney piped up, "Oooooh! Twerp does all of that!" she couldn't keep from grinning.

"Yes, she sure does," Samantha agreed, reaching out and lightly squeezing Twerp's toes through the sheet, reassuring her that everything was just fine. And then floored both of them as she matter-of-factly said, "And so do I, for that matter."

Then she burst out laughing as they both blurted at the same time, "You do!?" Samantha almost immediately smothered her amusement, but couldn't help chuckling at their abrupt, stunned expressions. "It is normal, after all," she said through her quiet laughter.

Courtney was flabbergasted. And no little stunned with shocked embarrassment, suddenly picturing her own Mom all wet and squirmy like her slave got. Ewwwww!!! While Sasha . . .

Sasha felt a wave of utter, absolute relief. It was one thing being told she was normal. That getting wet and stuff was normal and OK. But for her Aunt to admit the same thing happened to her, well . . .

There was no look of shame, embarrassment or anything else in her Aunt's face, expression or tone. She might have just said "I like tuna salad," instead of what she had. And for the very first time Sasha actually could relax and accept, to truly believe, that how she responded was really normal and perfectly fine.

Courtney was extremely glad when her Mom continued the lesson, not wanting to dwell on the image of her own mother looking like Twerp did when stuff was done to her. While Sasha eagerly focused for her own reasons, feeling more and more relieved at the explanations, feeling as if jumbled puzzle pieces were finally dropping into place.

"Arousal feels nice and pleasurable, and can be further increased by stimulation. Especially stimulation of certain, special areas. Most notable of the areas are the clitoris, the pussy and lips, and the nipples and breasts," Samantha defined, then looked directly at Twerp. "And the anus, too."

Sasha's ducked her head downwards, as her cheeks turned a vivid crimson, a tide of scarlet flowing from face downwards. "Oh yes," Samantha continued, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. "The anus can be remarkably sensitive for some, and a means of erotic stimulation for them."

Huge grass green eyes peeped up at Samantha through pale tawny lashes. Sasha certainly hadn't considered having her butthole . . . well, anus . . . played with as something exciting!

Had she?

She really couldn't remember one way or the other. Even though it hadn't been all that very long ago. At the time what had been uppermost in her mind was how embarrassing and mortifying it was having her bottom helplessly invaded. Feeling that . . . that . . . that thing inexorably pushed into her! Inside her!

And then, while it hadn't hurt, it had felt awful bizarre and weird. A very strange, yet not totally unfamiliar feeling. As if she'd needed to poop real bad.

Was it supposed to feel like that? Sasha wondered. Or was there more to it then what she'd felt at the time? And, if so, what could it feel like, in that case? Considering her Aunt had lumped having your anus played with in the same category as having your clit or pussy played with (which Sasha now, most certainly, knew how that felt!) Sasha wondered, if, perhaps, it was possible that, too, could feel good.

So many things had more then one possible use and purpose, she was growing to understand. Things that could punish could also pleasure. And vice-versa. Things that were embarrassing could also be exciting. And also vice-versa. Was that always the case? With everyone? Sasha wondered if that was it, or was it just that she was weird and strange?

Samantha remained silent for a few moments, watching Twerp think things over, the little slave's thoughts as clear to Samantha as if scribed on her forehead. She was going to need time and reassurance to understand and accept her growing sexuality and desires. And help, assistance and instruction, too. Which Samantha was more then happy to provide. After all, Twerp had only just, within the last two weeks, started becoming aware of those feelings and desires. And, unlike normal circumstances, was having abruptly matured and culminated in mere days what normally took weeks to months to germinate and develop.

Twerp's attention was recaptured as Samantha picked up from where she'd paused. "If the stimulation is kept moderated and controlled, it will keep the arousal at a constant level, or increase it to a certain point and hold there. If the stimulation is continued and increased, the pleasure will keep building and growing. Until it reaches a certain peak and finally triggers an orgasm. An orgasm is a very powerful sensation of pleasure centered primarily in the genitals. It is the climax of continued physical, sexual stimulation," Samantha explained.

Both girls nodded, their attention totally focused on the lesson, although Courtney continued lightly caressing her slave while she listened.

"Normally orgasm results from certain areas being strongly stimulated. The clit is one area, and the area that usually produces the strongest, most intense orgasm. It is also the area most easily stimulated, too, and is very sensitive and responsive."

Again both girls nodded. They were certainly very aware of that by now! Sasha from personal intimate experience, and Courtney from playing there on her slave.

"Inside the pussy is also sensitive, and another area that can trigger an orgasm. It usually requires more time triggering one there then it does the clit, but the resulting vaginal orgasm feels more 'all-body' then a clitoral one does."

Sasha wondered what that would feel like, having just had an orgasm for the very first time and already wanting to feel that again. Now that it was over with, and things were being explained, she didn't feel as frightened as she had before. She had some questions she wanted to ask and, as she was - finally - allowed to speak, she was going to ask them, too. But she wanted to hear the rest of the lesson first.

"An orgasm can also be triggered from having nipples played with. Although that is very difficult to do, and few women can actually climax from nipple play alone." Sasha shivered hearing that; she didn't need to see her little cousin's face to know that she was delighted to hear that and fully intended to see if her slave would be one of those rare ones!

"And finally - although not as rare - an orgasm can be triggered from other things, too." Samantha paused there a moment before continuing. "Pain can trigger an orgasm. And pain can also be arousing and stimulating. It can also be interpreted as pleasure, too."

"It can? How?" Courtney blurted out.

Sasha tensed at Courtney's eager question, deeply shivering a moment. She didn't think she was going to like either the answer or the result of the explanation!

"Ummm . . . that's actually a very good question," Samantha said. "And I'm really not positive about the actual 'mechanics' of how that happens, either," she admitted, "only about the results. Some people, for whatever reason, are what are referred to as masochists. They become aroused by pain, at having that inflicted on them. Some even will only respond to pain," she explained. "Like I said, I'm not sure of the 'why' behind that. Only that it's true. And most of them are naturally that way, for whatever reason."

Samantha carefully considered her next words before speaking. "One doesn't have to be that way naturally, in order to find pleasure, or become aroused, from pain. A person can be trained - conditioned - to respond to pain as an ordinary person responds to pleasure. And become addicted to pain, badly craving it. You could, you know, very easily, do that to your slave if you wished."

Sasha truly shuddered at that, feeling ice abruptly flow through her veins.

"She already likes pain, I think," Courtney replied. "I mean, she sure got wet the times I spanked and cropped her. Well, for play, anyway," she amended. "Does that mean she's a masoc . . . maso . . . ," she stumbled.

"Masochist," Samantha helpfully corrected.

Meanwhile, Sasha's face alternately paled and flushed from the turn this conversation was taking, while her tummy started fluttering.

"I don't know Courtney," Samantha admitted. "It's really too soon to tell for sure. But, that leads me to the second point. Both pleasure and pain involve stimulation and nerve impulses. Usually they are separate and distinct. However, when someone is deeply aroused - and depending on how it is done - those nerve impulses can be, well, in a way, overloaded and confused. So that, instead of being independent and different, they somehow are interpreted as the same."

Courtney thought about that a moment, then her fiendishly clever mind thought of something. "Does that mean that pleasure can be felt as pain, then?"

Samantha blinked, startled at her daughter's perspicuity once again, then slowly nodded as she smiled in approval. "Yes indeed," she confirmed, but said no more.

Courtney was about to press the issue, wanting to know more, then abruptly stopped. She suddenly guessed why Mom had ended her explanation. Because Twerp was with them and, although Courtney didn't understand - yet - how she could make something nice feel painful, she didn't doubt for a moment that that was possible.

And it wouldn't do for Twerp to learn how that might be so, and thus somehow prepare herself, ahead of time, to possibly resist that happening.

Before either of them could say more, though, Twerp softly spoke up. Her face bright red, and her expression pathetically hopeful yet also awkwardly embarrassed, she asked in a whisper, "Then . . . then I'm not weird? That . . . that some things that hurt make me tingle so badly?"

That had been almost impossibly hard for her to ask. For it meant having to admit, out loud and quite plainly and unmistakably, that certain things that had hurt hadn't just hurt.

Samantha gently squeezed her toes again through the sheet, warmly smiling at her. "No Twerp," she reassured, " that most certainly does not make you weird. Not everyone will feel that way, no" she admitted, "but many, many people do. Listen to me, both of you," she said.

"People are not identical. They aren't all the same, like cookie-cutter shapes. What they like and dislike, what they respond and don't respond to, differs from person to person. Granted, most people can be lumped into certain ranges," she explained, tracing a bell curve in the air with an elegant, slender finger. "But just because a person is at the fringes doesn't make them sick or weird." Mostly, she thought, but getting into mental illnesses like sociopathy wasn't really germane to this particular lesson. "What you need to understand is, just because you don't like, or understand, what someone else does, doesn't make them sick or weird. Just as you're not sick or weird simply because others don't understand you. Far too many people don't understand that, and are quick to judge someone based on their perceptions of what is normal and abnormal."

"Which is why," Samantha said, looking right at Twerp as she spoke, "you don't ever have a need to feel ashamed at how you respond Twerp," she stated. "No matter what, or how, that might be. We'll never laugh at you - well, not insultingly, mockingly or derisively, anyway," she amended, "or think you're abnormal or unnatural."

Twerp visibly relaxed, both at being told that it wasn't weird that hurting things could also make her tingle so, and at her Aunt's utter assurance that, no matter what the future might hold in store for her, they'd never think she was sick.

Although she was more then a bit nervous and apprehensive about what else might happen.

Samantha returned to her explanation. "This might get a little complex to understand so, if it does, rest assured I'm not just making things up, and that I'll try and explain it better another time." When they both nodded, she went on to explain about how pain affected the body, releasing endorphins, and how that, in turn, could make a person feel. She explained about the concept of 'sub space', that mental state in which a person seemed to simply float in their mind, distantly detached from their body yet still aware of things. How pleasure and pain could be used to enhance arousal, together amplifying it in a way that couldn't be done separately.

Neither completely understood, although they tried. But they trustingly accepted what they were told, and understood the most important crux: pleasure and pain could, indeed, go hand in hand with each other.

Sasha wasn't sure which was greater: her relief at understanding what had been happening to her, or her nervousness knowing Courtney would be eager to explore that with her.

"Another thing to consider," Samantha said, "is something you sort of mentioned earlier, Courtney." Courtney perked up at that, wondering what she'd said and how that was going to be answered.

"You'd noted that Twerp responded differently when she was being punished punished, and when that was, instead, for 'play'." Courtney nodded, while Twerp peeked up, paying just as close attention as her little cousin was. "That's actually quite normal, and not at all unexpected."

'It wasn't?' Sasha thought, blinking in surprise.

"That has to do with the mindset of the slave," Samantha explained. "When they know it's meant for play, for their Mistress' pleasure and amusement, a slave will usually respond differently then when they know it's meant for punishment, because they've done something to disappoint their Mistress and have displeased her."

'Hey, now wait a minnit! Sasha thought, aggrieved. "I don't care if I've upset, disappointed or displeased the little twe . . . Court . . . my Mistress!"

Did she?

She . . . wasn't sure. The mere thought and concept made her want to barf: her existing merely to please Courtney. But she couldn't deny - mightily try though she did - how it felt when Courtney praised her. How she looked at her at times: huge, gleaming gray eyes glowing with pride and approval. That made Sasha feel warm and wiggly inside. Made her gently tingle. And she'd felt quite small and tiny when she'd made Courtney angry the times she'd intentionally been defiant and disobedient. Well, scared, too, she had to admit.

But that didn't mean she cared that Courtney felt upset, disappointed or displeased!

Did it?

Both noticed the abrupt, deeply thoughtful expression on Twerp's face. Samantha was virtually certain she knew what wheels were spinning in her head. And Courtney, while she wasn't positive, had some guesses of her own. She kept lightly caressing her slave, quite willing to wait on her own questions. After all, she could ask Mom whenever she wanted.

Unlike Twerp who, so far, hadn't been allowed to ask a single one of her own until just now.

Although that wonderful, glowy-warm feeling had eased somewhat, it hadn't entirely faded and, as Courtney had continued those gentle caresses, Sasha had remained floating a bit from the aftermath of her earlier climax. The question-and-answer session had distracted her a great deal and, had she simply just lain there during that, she would have, by now, fully recovered.

But she hadn't just lain there, for Courtney had continued caressing her, and so she still hovered a bit with that gentle warmth.

"Hush now," Courtney whispered, when Sasha had opened her mouth to ask something else. She felt a bit mulish and stubborn at that, still having countless questions bubbling in her mind but, as Courtney started caressing her more purposefully, it was much easier to simply relax back and enjoy the sensations then balk like a fractious mule.

Courtney very carefully shifted her position, until slender little legs were extended down both sides of her slave, with Twerp's shoulders and head resting in her lap. Her back was starting to ache a bit from sitting this way, but not for anything was she going to complain!

Samantha exchanged a significant glance with her daughter then, with the most gradual of motions, eased the soft cotton sheet down and off the slave. Courtney continued lightly caressing her slave's face and throat, small shoulders and little arms - which now were lightly draped over Courtney's lithe extended legs - while Samantha started stroking up and down Twerp's coltish slim legs.

Twerp softly sighed, lightly wriggling at the caresses. Warm tingles languidly started building again inside her. But these were like a smoldering coal being oh-so-slowly fanned into a gentle fire, instead of a pool of gasoline being exploded into flames.

Long, thick tawny lashes fluttered against smooth soft cheeks. Twerp gently squirmed; softly, breathily sighed. This felt soooo good! So very nice. She was utterly comfortable, totally relaxed and boneless.

Courtney smiled, seeing the expression on her slave's face. For once, she wasn't tense, wasn't guarded or apprehensive. She was just so tranquil and serene, and so clearly basking in the attention and sensations.

And quite obviously aroused, too. For small nipples were, once again, tiny hard peaks.

But it was, very much so, a different sort of arousal then Sasha was growing used to feeling, as these nice warm tingles grew oh-so-slowly. They weren't forced upon her, willy-nilly and so rapid and fast. The only other time she'd felt close to this was during that first anatomy lesson, when Courtney had, so very gently, started rubbing Sasha's pussy while she stood there, little legs helplessly spread apart while she was bound and gagged.

That had been embarrassing, no matter how nice it had felt. But there wasn't a trace of embarrassment or shyness in her this time. She was far too relaxed, far too comfy and indolent, to feel any embarrassment. And it felt far too nice, much too wonderful and marvelous, to really get worried about anything.

It helped a great deal, of course - tremendously so, in fact - that, so far, neither of them had touched her 'personal spots' . . . although the concept of 'personal' was, slowly but surely, being eroded away by her conditioning and training. So there was never any sense of needing to feel shy or tense, for all Courtney and her Aunt were doing, so far, was ever so gently, and ever so wonderfully, caressing her arms and shoulders, face and throat, legs and feet.

She hadn't really even pay heed when the sheet was removed. She'd been nonstop naked for so long now that it never registered she was, in a sense, being stripped bare again. She simply remained relaxed, her huge eyes softly closed, resting back against Courtney who supported her as she cuddled and caressed.

In a lot of ways this felt just like banister pressing had done: very slowly filling her with a quite gentle, tingling warmth that Sasha simply reveled basking in. Tingles that didn't demand, didn't require or stridently insist for anything more. Unlike the other times, when they'd grown so fierce and insistent.

Sleek little hips started gently rocking up and down, just as she did when banister pressing. At the moment it didn't really matter to Sasha that she wasn't actually pressing against anything, the motion just felt soothing and, well . . . right. Her breathing started to grow light but rapid, her skin a soft pink. Every inch of her self so wonderful, from her hair all the way down to her toes.

And only adding to that was the realization that both her Aunt and Courtney were doing this to her. Making her feel this nice, this wonderful. And for no other reason that Sasha could discern other then they wanted her to feel this way. Wanted her to glow inside like she was.

That certainly was a novel sensation, being pampered this way even knowing she was simply their slave, and sometimes playtoy.

And then she did something she hadn't ever done before: Sasha fully submitted to the sensations, while still in total and complete control of her mind and body. Utterly yielding to them, willingly, freely and voluntarily, knowing full well what that meant if she did. For the first time in three and a half days, she had the power to choose whether or not to surrender. Whether or not to resist, to fight, to refuse.

Both Samantha and Courtney noticed Twerp's expression change. It wasn't a dramatic, glaringly obvious one, but it was noticeable nonetheless. Her face became peaceful and dreamy, she started very lightly shifting and wriggling as wave after wave of golden, molten warmth flowed inside her. She didn't even tense when Courtney's tiny fingers started caressing her chest, lightly brushing just around the gentle swells of Sasha's firm, nascent breasts. Instead, she gave a soft, contented little sigh, as thick, tawny lashes lightly fluttered against her cheeks.

Sasha didn't question. Didn't worry. Didn't fret or tense. Didn't even focus on the sensations. She simply floated along, going wherever she was taken.

When Samantha started lightly caressing silken inner thighs Sasha simply parted them without a thought, a gentle sigh as she did. When Courtney's tiny hands finally cupped her breasts, Sasha simply arched up a little. Not for more pressure, not to silently demand more, but simply because those gentle touches felt so so good.

For the first time ever, Sasha was feeling these glowy wonderful tingles without being bound, or restrained in anyway at all. Not even restrained, if that was the proper term, by the necessity of keeping in a perfect posture, like had happened that first afternoon during her first ever slave training class. No . . . no, this time, she could freely move as she wished, and move she did.

Her head lightly rolled side to side as she breathily sighed. Small hands rubbed up and down along the thick soft carpet she lay atop. Slender coltish legs moved back and forth, a small foot being brought up close to her bottom before slipping back down again. Small fingers and toes softly wriggled and curled, and her hips started circling and rolling as well as lifting and rocking.

Courtney continued gently kneading her slave's small breasts and hard, erect little nipples. She didn't move fast, and kept peeking at her Mom to see if she was doing OK. Samantha, meanwhile, in addition to caressing silken inner thighs, was now gliding her hands over sleek little hips and waist, stroking them across a taut smooth tummy.

Sasha felt a now-familiar feeling start building inside her. A growing tightness, an increasing pressure, deep in the pit of her tummy. But it was blossoming so gradually it felt wonderful, and not really insistent or demanding at all. Just very very nice. She knew, without really thinking about it, that very soon she wouldn't be able to control her body. Not if that pressure grew much stronger. But that didn't worry her now. Not when she now knew that was normal, not when she now knew what the end result would feel like, and not when she was safe and sheltered in the arms of her Aunt and niece.

Courtney knew, very well, that her slave would like her pussy petted. But she didn't see any way to reach down there herself. Not and still support Twerp as she was doing. So she looked at her Mom, giving a single sharp nod down at Twerp's pussy, which was now quite puffy and rosy. And very wet. Samantha cocked her head back at her daughter, who simply nodded. Of course she wanted Mom to pussy pet her slave! Jeez! It wasn't like Courtney could do that!

There was never anything wrong or misguided about Courtney's enthusiasm and delight when it came to making her slave squirm. But Samantha was experienced. Very much so. And so knew just what to do and how to do it. Her fingertips lightly brushed over Twerp's exposed, bare little pussy, eliciting a soft airy sigh from her. Again and again she caressed; coaxing, wheedling, cajoling, and never once demanding.

Twerp's slender little legs started shifting back and forth, looking like she was slowly pedaling a bike. Sleek little hips sinuously lifted and arched, rolled and circled.

Sasha felt that inner pressure start to bubble and seethe. But she didn't shrink from it, not like she had before. Nor did she seek it, either, simply content to float along with the sensations. There soon came a time, much as she now knew would happen, when she simply couldn't control how she moved. How she breathed. What she felt. Soft little moans, airy light sighs drifted up from her.

And then, finally, she felt her insides tense and tighten. A low, soft, rippling moan came from her as she felt that exquisite sensation once again explode inside her, filling her head to toes with the most indescribable, most utterly divine and marvelous feelings she'd ever felt in her life.

It was . . . different. She sensed that even as she softly cried out, little legs kicking and jerking, small fingers tightly fisted in the carpet. The first had been sharper and stronger, more powerful. Had literally exploded - detonated - inside her in an instantaneous blast. While this one . . .

. . . this one was softer, yet every bit as glowy nice. Instead of exploding, it felt like a warm ball of fire blossoming and expanding deep within her.

She never noticed the gentle, tender smiles Samantha and Courtney bestowed upon her as she finally lay limp and breathless, feeling the last tiny, little shivery flutters ripple her tummy.