CONTROL

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ Part 2 ]

Looking forward to next weekend and her chance to meet Jessie, April still had to put up with two more weeks of school. Monday morning she walked down the hall at school and spotted Phoebe. The blond had her back to April and didn’t see April approach. Glancing around carefully to make sure no one was close enough to hear, April walked up behind Phoebe and said, “Hi, beautiful.”

Phoebe was very self-conscious about her relationship with April and cast a nervous glance around to make sure no one had heard that. Though there was no one around, she turned and said, “Quiet, April. Not here.”

April just smiled. She looked in Phoebe’s blue eyes and said, “I thought we had a bet.”

“Bet?” said Phoebe. “What bet?”

“Uh oh,” said April. “You forgot. Now that just doesn’t seem right. You lost the bet and you’re supposed to wear no underwear for a week.”

Phoebe covered her mouth as she let out a quick gasp. She had forgotten, but now that April reminded her, she remembered that she’d agreed to wear no underwear for a week if Angie would agree to be tied up naked for her. “But, I can’t really do that,” argued Phoebe. “It’s against the dress code.”

“So,” said April. “You shouldn’t have agreed if you weren’t willing to really do it. Do you think I would have forgotten if I had lost the bet? Do you think I’d break my promise?”

“No,” said Phoebe. “I’m sorry. But… I can’t.”

“Well,” said April, realizing she could use this to her advantage. “I guess I’ll just have to figure out another way for you to pay off the bet.”

“Yeah,” agreed Phoebe. “I owe you.”

When the bell rang, the two girls went their separate ways. They saw each other again at lunch and in math and science. After school, April saw Phoebe one last time. “See you at my house in a few minutes,” she called out to her friend.

“See you there,” called Phoebe back.

After a day of thinking it over, April knew how she was going to make Phoebe pay for forgetting the bet. There might be a problem convincing Phoebe that she was going to be punished, but the big problem would be making sure that Phoebe wasn’t so hurt or angry that she stopped coming to see April. That was the cunning part of April’s plan.

Phoebe had also spent the day thinking about April’s promise to figure out another way for her to pay off the bet. She didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it, because it only made her tingle in special places when she thought about how April liked to watch her strip, look at her body, and surprise her with mind numbing orgasms. And that’s exactly how she thought of her relationship with April. The first few times had been exploratory for her and April had always satisfied her. Then had come that first bondage session. Phoebe had accepted that with some trepidation, but April had surprised her with a pleasurable session beyond her expectations.

The fact was that Phoebe subconsciously thought of April as a means to an end. She didn’t quite have the right words for it, but April definitely served a pleasurable purpose in her life. April served Phoebe’s beauty and there was no question deep in Phoebe’s mind of that. Sure April was a friend, growing closer by the day, but she had the manner of a servant. It was after that first bondage session that Phoebe had realized April’s point in life – to serve her beauty. The sensation of being stroked over every inch of her body, then tickled to the verge of orgasm, and then licked the rest of the way was simply proof of the matter. Every inch of her body was there for April to serve.

She’d managed to get April to offer up her mother. The mere thought of seeing the woman naked was thrilling. But then, to be naked in front of Angie and have Angie performing the same ritualistic service to her beauty had been overwhelming. Even the session with Mark had been… well it had been surprising, but what she thought would be gross had turned into a surprising thrill. So, Phoebe’s expectations of the upcoming events were simply to know that April wouldn’t disappoint her.

When Phoebe knocked on the door, it was opened by Angie, dressed in her French maid costume. She curtsied and said, “Welcome, Phoebe.”

Phoebe gaped at the woman. She’d been serviced by Angie, but she hadn’t seen this submissive side of her before.

“What?!” demanded April as Phoebe entered the house. The tone of April’s voice made Phoebe jump. But then she realized that April was talking to her mom that way. “Is that what I told you to say? Welcome, Phoebe? Was that it?”

“No, m’lady,” said Angie, following the script that April had given her.

“Do it again and do it right,” said April.

Angie curtsied again and said, “Welcome, Miss Phoebe.”

Phoebe goggled at the paddle that April picked up from the table in the entryway. “That was much better, Angie,” said April. “But you have to be spanked for misbehaving. Bend over.”

Angie bent at the waist, keeping her knees locked. The move popped her short, stiff skirt up in the air and exposed her bare ass. Smack. Smack. Smack. April delivered three quick, but fairly soft blows to her mother’s ass. “You may go now,” she said haughtily.

Turning to her friend, April stifled the urge to giggle at the expression on Phoebe’s face. “She knows better than to defy me,” said April. Then, she resumed the young girl persona. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.” She laughed and ran ahead of Phoebe.

In April’s bedroom, Phoebe just had to ask. “What was that all about? Spanking your mom, I mean, wow, that was… she let’s you do it?”

“Let’s me?” said April. “She doesn’t let me. She does whatever I say or else I spank her.”

“That’s weird,” said Phoebe.

“Oh, I’m weird now?”

“That’s not what I meant,” apologized Phoebe. “Your mom is like… well, my mom wouldn’t let me… I mean, well, I can’t spank my mom for anything.”

April laughed. “I know what you mean, beautiful. I’m just kidding you. I know me and my mom have a… weird… umm, relationship.”

“Duh,” said Phoebe.

“But, now… about you, my naughty beauty,” said April, bringing a tingle to Phoebe’s tummy as she stroked Phoebe’s cheek. “You forgot your promise to me. That hurts. Like a promise doesn’t mean anything to you.”

“But…”

“Don’t but,” said April firmly. “You were supposed to wear no underwear to school today and you didn’t.”

“I don’t…”

“Don’t,” snapped April. “Don’t speak.”

Phoebe gathered her wits as she listened to the sharp tone of her friend. Inwardly she smiled. This might just be very delicious. April was soooo good at coming up with thrilling experiences. She was just going to let April have her way. Outwardly, Phoebe sealed her lips with a stroke of her beautiful fingers across her beautiful lips, turned the key in the beautiful lock, and she threw away the beautiful, but imaginary key.

“Get your clothes off,” said April sharply, pleased that Phoebe had responded in such a submissive manner. Satisfied that she had control, she knew her plan just might work.

The lithe 12-year-old didn’t allow herself a smile as she stripped in front of her mistress. It was so satisfying to watch April’s eyes as they danced from her bare feet to her bare tits to her bare pussy as each was exposed. The surprise in April’s eyes was obvious as she discovered that Phoebe had come with no bra or panties on. “Oooo, beautiful,” breathed April. “No underwear.” Phoebe could feel the fire begin to smolder in her tummy, knowing it would spread to every inch of her body before April fulfilled her desire.

“Get on the bed,” said April. She watched as, of course, Phoebe got into the usual position, flat on her back with her arms and legs spread toward the corners, ready to be tied. “No, flip over on your stomach,” said April.

Phoebe looked back at April, surprise on her face. But, she rolled onto her stomach without question. She wondered what April had in mind, but knew that what ever it was would be fun.

April tied Phoebe’s wrists to the corners of the bed. Then, she tied the girl’s knees to the side of the bed, making sure they were spread wide, but not too wide. She’d given this some thought and figured that there had to be some slack for this to work. She stopped and surveyed her work. There had been some doubt in her mind about tying Phoebe’s ankles, but for now it didn’t seem necessary.

Ever since she’d seen Phoebe kneel between her mother’s legs, April had wanted to get Phoebe in this position somehow. The slender girl’s pretty, tight ass was completely visible, but not thrust out as it had been that day. April shoved a pillow under Phoebe’s stomach, then another, and another. That raised the perfect white ass up to a prominent level. Out of pillows, April ran out of the room, collected an armful of pillows from the master bedroom, and came back into her room. There, she stuffed three more pillows under Phoebe’s stomach until the beautiful blond had her ass thrust up in a most inviting fashion. By now the ropes tying Phoebe’s knees to the side of the bed had become taut as she was stretched to thrust her ass in the air.

Just as April achieved her goal, Phoebe was wondering how many more pillows and how much higher her torso could be shoved up in the air. “What are you doing, honey?” she asked.

In her most menacing voice ever, April responded, “Didn’t I tell you not to speak? I am so disappointed that you broke your word. You made a promise to me and that meant nothing to you. And now you’ve spoken when I told you not to. You even…” April paused to sob in a most believable manner, “… sealed your lips with a lock and key and now you talked back to me.” She sobbed again.

Phoebe’s response was simply to bury her face in the bed. She knew no other response was appropriate.

The bound girl never saw the paddle as April picked it up and aimed it at that perfect ass. To be honest, April did have to pause for a moment to admire the tight, white ass. There was no adjective to describe it except for perfect. April thought her mom’s ass was fat and wide. Her own ass had succumbed to the effects of puberty, widening as it should. But, Phoebe’s ass was a tight little girl’s ass, tensed and round, waiting for… SMACK!

“Eeeeeeeeeeee,” squealed Phoebe in surprise and pain. “What the… eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” she was interrupted by the second swat.

Tears in her eyes, Phoebe’s head snapped around just in time to see the third swat on its way. Her ass tensed in anticipation, making April’s juices flow even more than they had been. Smack! “Eeeeeeeee,” squealed Phoebe again, wondering just how April was going to make *this* into an enjoyable experience. “Stop, stop, p-pl-pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed as the fourth swat landed.

April set down the paddle and picked up the ball gag. She did it quickly so that there would be almost no interruption in Phoebe’s sensual input. She fell upon Phoebe and, as Phoebe sobbed, shoved the ball between the young girl’s lips. Then, she tied the cord behind Phoebe’s head. Phoebe’s unintelligible moans were abruptly turned into an unintelligible gurgle of protest.

With practiced ease, April retrieved the paddle and swatted Phoebe’s ass again. What had once been a perfect white ass had now become an angry, red, but equally perfect ass. April felt the excitement build inside her as she watched the helpless blond struggle against her bonds. She knew that Phoebe was not enjoying her punishment. She raised the paddle and brought it down swiftly and firmly for the fifth time.

“Buuuuuukkkkk,” was Phoebe’s muffled response.

April paused in the paddling. “So, beautiful, you promised no underwear at school for a week. You gonna wear it tomorrow? Your choice. You can wear underwear and get this beautiful ass spanked again or you can leave your bra and panties at home.”

Phoebe’s head turned and she looked in April’s cruel eyes. She’d lost control. Tied and helpless, there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t even speak to answer her mistress. “No underwear. No underwear.” Her mind screamed to answer, but only grunts would come out. She knew from the look in April’s eyes that she might as well been saying, “Spank my ass. Spank my ass.” Her eyes widened in disbelieve as April wound up for a sixth swat. “Aaaaaaaahhhhh,” she screamed on the upstroke. “Nnnnnooooooooo,” she screamed on the downstroke. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” she finished.

April set down the paddle. She’d given Phoebe’s defiant ass one more stroke than she’d planned. She went to her bathroom and warmed a washcloth under the hot water tap. Bringing the cloth to Phoebe, she kissed Phoebe’s red hot ass and then ran the washcloth gently between Phoebe’s ass cheeks, cleaning Phoebe’s point of pleasure.

The gagged Phoebe was moaning and sobbing into the mattress, cursing April, and promising herself that she’d never come back. This was far beyond anything she’d expected of April and there was no way that this would ever be turned to pleasure. The fucking servant bitch had gone too far. Then that warm washcloth stroked between her ass cheeks in a most pleasurable way. She wondered just what else April had in mind.

Finished cleaning Phoebe’s beautiful ass, April climbed up on the bed behind the blond. Between Phoebe’s legs, April paused. “Oh, beautiful, I’m so sorry that you made me do that. So sorry,” she leaned forward and kissed Phoebe’s right ass cheek. As Phoebe heard April sobbing, she understood for the first time in her young mind what it meant when someone said, ‘This hurts me more than it hurts you.’ She felt miserable that she’d made April spank her. “So sorry,” April kissed the left cheek. “Such a beautiful ass,” she said and then kissed both sides repeatedly.

Then, April leaned forward and licked at Phoebe’s asshole. Between the perfect cheeks, the little wrinkled asshole looked so inviting and she’d read that this felt very good. She’d made her mother do it to her and knew that it felt good. She ran her tongue around and around, listening carefully to Phoebe’s reaction. April could tell that Phoebe’s moans had changed from pain to pleasure almost immediately. Knowing just how to manipulate her captive, April could even tell there was a satisfied, pleasant sense of surprise to Phoebe’s reaction.

April’s hands slid up Phoebe’s body to cup those tiny tits, tweaking her nipples to that hard sensitivity that she knew Phoebe loved. Her goal was to spank Phoebe every day this week. That meant the beautiful blond had to wear no underwear every day and had to come to her house for the spanking she knew that would earn. But, that also meant she had to make sure that Phoebe enjoyed the experience so much that she would want to come for her daily spanking. April ran her tongue around and around, surprised herself that her own tummy and pussy tingled from the sensation of tonguing Phoebe’s most disgusting part… as if Phoebe could have such a thing.

There came a moment in April’s activity when she heard that moan that Phoebe would make. It meant that Phoebe was ready to cum. Determined to make this her best experience ever, April continued her ministrations to Phoebe’s asshole until the moan turned to a desperate whine. Practiced as she was at manipulating her friend, April knew that this meant Phoebe was lost in pleasure.

April dropped to her back and slid herself between Phoebe’s wide spread legs. She looked up at the bare pussy, glistening with its eager juices. She stretched her head up, lapping at the juices. “Mmmuuuggggoootttttt,” squealed Phoebe, in desperation. Pausing long enough to pull a couple of the pillows out of the way succeeded in raising the pitch and volume of Phoebe’s insistent pleas. But, it also gave April better access to Phoebe’s tits. She squeezed them, then pinched at the nipples. “Biiii, ikkkkkk, eeeeeeeeee,” said Phoebe, her voice demanding.

“Say please,” said April. She wasn’t sure what Phoebe had said, but it sounded like she wanted the job finished.

“Eeeesssssss,” moaned Phoebe, responding the best she could.

April buried her face between Phoebe’s thighs, licking at the center of Phoebe’s being. Phoebe’s clit was extended, demanding attention. Lick, lick, and Phoebe moaned in pleasure. Bite and Phoebe squealed. Pause and Phoebe screamed into her gag. April set into licking with a constant pace. But, she knew from her own body that the constant pace was not enough. It was… almost enough… not quite… very frustrating… “Eeeeesssss,” she heard from Phoebe again and April went beyond constant to… “Eeeeeeeeee,” squealed Phoebe in a final spasm of relief.

As Phoebe came down from her orgasm, April scrambled into position. She felt a bit like a contortionist as she spread her own legs and settled down in front of Phoebe’s face. She reached behind Phoebe’s head and untied the gag and then popped the ball out of Phoebe’s mouth.

Without a word, Phoebe ran her tongue up April’s slit, tasting the juices that had been flowing ever since the pretty blond had been tied in position. April used her left hand to tease her left nipple to hardness. But, she put her attention on using her right hand to untie Phoebe’s left hand. She fought with the knot, but when Phoebe’s hand was freed, she was rewarded with the touch of her friend’s hand on her tit. “Fuck,” she gasped as that and Phoebe’s tongue took her over the edge. She shoved her hips forward, ensuring her own satisfaction as Phoebe could do nothing but attend to her mistress’ urgent need.