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Copyright (c) 2000 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

 

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All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

 

Our New Toy

Part 06

By

Norm DePloom

 

s usual our games with Patsy had left us with really bad cases of nearly terminal horny-ness.  The only thing to slow our mad dash to the bedroom where we planned to spend most of the night administering emergency first aid to relieve our desperate conditions was my discovery of the missing collar when I checked the front door lock.  We didn't discover until the next day that Patsy was actually closing the door to her parent's house behind her, after walking home from our apartment, when she discovered the collar was still around her neck.  I still smile when I imagine Patsy feverishly trying to get her collar off before her parents could see it.  Nancy and I spent several hours satiating our heightened lustful desires then slept late into the following morning before waking up and, after a long slow 'good morning' we got out of bed and put into effect our plans for Patsy's afternoon and evening.  Figuring that a day at school, filled with exciting and shameful memories of her activities over the weekend, would leave her horny, but determined to resist our influence and become once again the 'pure' young girl she'd always pictured herself as being, we made plans to be at her parent’s house when she got home from school.  

 

Patsy was obviously shocked speechless when she walked through the front door of her parent's house to find Nancy and I setting in the front room talking to her mother.  Before the surprised look could evaporate from her face Nancy took Patsy's arm and ushered her up the stairs to her bedroom leaving me to entertain Patsy's mother.  While Nancy and Patsy were upstairs I continued talking to Patsy's mother about our ability and willingness to make it possible for her daughter to attend the university as a full time student instead of being a part time student at the junior college the next year.  Patsy's mother overjoyed with the idea. 

 

Nancy

 

 pulled Patsy up the stairs after me, then into her bedroom.  Leaving the door open I sat on the edge of her bed then, ignoring the prepared speech she had begun about how evil what we were doing was and how she just could not go along with it any more, I reached up under her skirt and felt her crotch.  I pulled my hand out from between her leg and, reaching up, slapped her across the face with enough force to sting her cheek, but not enough to leave a mark. 

 

"Did we or did we not forbid you to wear panties?"  I asked her sternly. 

 

"I'm just trying to tell you..." She continued until I slapped her a second time a little harder.

 

"Did we or did we not forbid you to wear panties?" I asked her with a display of growing anger.  She looked around the room in confusion then dropped her gaze. 

 

"Yes Mistress." She replied, the speech she had worked on all day obviously not going as she had imagined it. 

 

"Then take them off."  I ordered her, holding out my hand to receive them.  Patsy reached under her skirt with both hands and slipped her panties down her thighs then, stepping out of them, she handed her panties to me.  After checking the crotch, I held the panties up so Patsy could see the wet area that had been between her legs.  "So," I continued reclining on her bead.  "You've been hot and horny all day?"  I asked as I lifted my knees and, spreading my legs exposed my own hot and horny crotch to Patsy. 

 

"I can't go on..." Patsy tried once again to deliver her prepared speech. 

 

"Stop it." I said almost load enough for her mother to hear downstairs as I sat up and slapped her once more across the face.  "I've heard enough.  I'm not interested in anything a little slut like you has to say."  I leaned back on my elbows and, after lifting and spreading my legs, pulled my skirt up once again.  "I'm only interested in what you are going to do."  I reached between my legs and stroked myself with one fingertip.  "And right now what you are going to do is lick your Mistress until she has a nice orgasm."  I sat up on the bed once again and, taking hold of Patsy’s wrists, pulled her down onto her knees in front of me. 

 

"Your Master is downstairs right now keeping you mother busy telling her about our marvelous plans for your education."  I paused and, placing one hand on each of her cheeks, pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her inviting pouty lips softly before continuing.  It felt like a jolt of electricity ran through my body when our lips met.  

 

"If we aren't back downstairs pretty soon he's going to run out of things to say to her." I gave into temptation and kissed her again, holding it a little longer and slipping my tongue slowly between her lips.  Her lips were soft and compliant, molding to my mouth and parting easily for my tongue.  This was the first time I had kissed another woman and the experience was leaving me breathless and dripping.  I slipped my hand into her blouse and under her bra as I kissed gently up her cheek, then whispered in her ear as I rubbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. 

 

"Then he'll be forced to show her his collection of pictures of a perverted slut peeing in public and getting her privates shaved."   I moved my mouth back to hers and slipped my tongue between her lips once more.  I was really getting turned on playing the aggressor.  I pinched her nipples and ran my tongue around her mouth until she began to respond.  Breaking off the kiss I reclined back onto the bed, pulling her face down between my legs as I moved. 

 

"You'd better do your best to get me off quickly so we can get downstairs before He pulls out the photographs."  Despite her beginning to respond to my kisses, Patsy pulled back from my open crotch.  I reached down between my legs and stroked her hair. 

 

"I've always wanted to be licked by another woman-" I told her in a soft voice as my hips moved in small anticipatory circles on the edge of the bed.  "-and you're the woman who is going to do it."  I gently pulled her mouth closer to me as I continued.

 

"You better get used to it, you're going to be licking woman a lot in the future."  I almost laughed at the shocked look on Patsy's face.  "You didn't think you were just for my husbands pleasure did you?" I asked rhetorically as I pulled her face the last inch and firmly planted her lips against me. 

 

Between the excitement of forcing Patsy's mouth between my legs, the danger of doing it in front of the open door where I could hear my husband and Patsy's mother talking downstairs and the fulfillment of a long held fantasy I came quickly grinding my self against Patsy face and cooing to her about her great tongue work.  I rode Patsy's mouth to a second orgasm before I let her stand up and, after straightening my skirt walked with her back down the stairs, my juices drying on her lips and nose. 

 

"You know,-" I leaned over and whispered to her just as we walked into the room where her mother and my husband were still talking. "-your Master and I did it about six times last night."  I let that sink in for just a second. "And I haven't had time to wash up after any of them."  Patsy almost made me laugh with the look of disgust that came across her face. 

 

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 could tell by the expression on her face that all had gone well for Nancy.  I could also tell by Patsy's expression exactly what Nancy had just whispered in her ear.  Patsy's mother and I stood and crossed the room to where Nancy held Patsy possessively with an arm around her waist. 

 

"Come on-" I said stepping between them and placing my arms possessively around each of their waists.  "-we've got to help Patsy study for her finals."  We said our good byes to Patsy's mother, and I escorted them, my arms still around their waists, to the car, which had been left parked in front of the house. 

 

"She's got to be punished."  Nancy announced as we pulled away from the curb.  I searched Patsy's downcast face in the rearview mirror as tears began to roll down her cheeks. 

 

"What did you do? "  I asked her. Since I was answered only by sniffles, I pulled over to the side of the street less than a block from Patsy's parent’s house.  Getting out of the car and pulling Patsy behind me I climbed over the grass covered levee into the city park. Since this particular park was also used as an emergency storm reservoir during the rainy season its interior was hidden from the view of the people driving or walking by, but not from the view of the second story windows of the houses surrounding the park.  Without saying a word I put my hand on the back of her neck and 'marched' her across the park and up to the end of a picnic table.

 

"Lean over and grab the edges with your hands."  I ordered pushing forcefully on the back of her neck, making her bend at the waist and lay face down on the table. 

 

"Reach out and grab the edges."  I ordered again with my hand on her back keeping her from standing up.

 

"Please Master-" She whispered through her sobs.  "I won't be bad again." While keeping the pressure on her back I leaned over close to her ear.

 

"Reach out and grab the edges of the table-" I spoke slowly and distinctly like I was addressing a child.  "-and don't let go until you are told to."  Patsy wiped her eyes then reached out and grabbed the table edges so hard her knuckles turned white.  I moved my hand slowly down her back and across her trembling butt.  After giving her rear a squeeze I stepped around to where Patsy could see me then, while Nancy slowly lifted Patsy’s skirt revealing her firm naked bottom, I let Patsy watch as I loosened my belt buckle and, ever so slowly, pulled my belt out of my belt loops, wrapping it around my hand as I watched the growing terror in Patsy's eyes.

 

"No...Oh God...Please no." Patsy sobbed with growing hysteria as the realization that she was about to receive a public spanking on her bare bottom sank in.  While Nancy continued 'preparing' Patsy's naked butt for the upcoming punishment, I sat on the cement bench, putting myself more on Patsy's level.

 

 "We've been kind and gentle with you-" I said in a sad voice as I laid my belt on the table for her to see while I talked. "-but it seems that you don't really take our orders seriously."  I gently wiped a tear from her cheek as I talked.  "What are you being punished for?"  I asked in a quite voice as I gently caressed her arm with my belt. 

 

"I wore panties to school."  She answered in an almost inaudible voice.  I sighed and shook my head sadly.

 

"Were we in any way unclear about forbidding you to wear panties?"  I asked as I watched a shiver run through her body as the belt moved up her arm, across her armpit and onto the side of her breast. 

 

"No." She whispered.  I leaned closer to her ear.

 

"I had hoped-" I spoke softly to her as I ran my fingers tenderly through her hair.  "-that we had failed you as your Master and Mistress."  I paused for dramatic effect.  "Because, if we had failed, if it was our fault I could go easy on you, but, by your own admission, we are dealing with an act of willful rebellion."  I allowed my voice to grow louder and harsher.  "You got up this morning and said to yourself  'They can't force me to go to school without panties'."  I let my voice rise even higher in intensity if not in volume.  "Then you reached into your underwear drawer, grabbed a pair of panties and defiantly pulled them up your legs, covering the part of your body that we had repeatedly ordered you to never cover."  Patsy shed tears copiously as she nodded her head in assent.  I sat back down end spoke in a gentler voice as I resumed stroking her hair tenderly. 

 

"Tell me-" I asked leaning forward and speaking softly into her ear "-did you just grab a pair at random?  Or did you search through your panties looking for the perfect pair to defy us with?"  I paused waiting for her answer.

 

"I searched for my favorite pair."  Patsy stammered through her sobs.  As much as I would have loved to draw the process out, noticing that several young men had already gathered around, eager no doubt for their first really good look at a woman’s bare crotch, I decided we needed to wrap things up and leave the park.

 

"Normally-" I continued as I stood up. "-such willful rebellion would call for twenty or thirty lashes."  I paused to let the numbers sink in, then I leaned over and wiped the tears off her cheek again.  "Since this is your first offense we are going to give you just a taste of what will have coming if you ever defy us again.  Nancy-" I said turning to my wife.

 

"Yes dear?"  She responded stopping her inspection of Patsy's exposed nether regions.

 

"Do you have the offending panties?" I asked holding out my hand.

 

"Here they are honey."  She answered as she pulled them from her pocket then, after placing them in my waiting hand, continued with her inspection. 

 

"You will receive five lashes from your Mistress for wearing panties-" I informed Patsy as I pushed the panties crotch first between her slack compliant lips and into her mouth.  "-then you will receive five from me for refusing to answer when I asked you what you were to be punished for."  Satisfied that she had taken enough of the panties into her mouth to gag any screams I leaned close to her ear once more.  "You just pretend that your wrists are tied to the table edges and don't turn loose until we tell you to."  I gave her hair another gentle pet then after handing my belt to Nancy, I stood back to watch the action. 

 

To my surprise Nancy stepped back and put her entire weight behind the first swing.  The belt hitting Patsy's naked butt sounded like a gunshot in the quite park.  Patsy's body jerked violently when the belt landed and a muffled cry could be heard through her panty gag.  I enjoyed watching Nancy whipping Patsy's rear so much I continued watching as Nancy delivered all ten strokes. 

 

Each time the belt hit, Patsy would jerk and another red welt would appear across her rear or the back of her thighs.  After counting ten I stepped in and grabbed Nancy's arm before she could deliver another one.  When I grabbed her wrist Nancy was spun around by her momentum and ended up in my arms.  Her eyes shown, her face was flushed with excitement.  As soon as her body touched mine our lips met, our tongues danced and our hips gyrated against each other.

 

After a long passionate kiss we broke, and each moving to an opposite side of the table helped Patsy back to a standing position.  We both held Patsy’s quivering sobbing body while we stroked her hair and comforted her, telling how good she had been during the punishment and that all was forgiven now.  Patsy sobbed against my chest and begged forgiveness for her disobedience.  We held Patsy sandwiched between us until her sobs began to die down, then we walked her back up the levee and to the car. 

 

Once we were back at the car Patsy pulled her skirt up and placed her hands behind her back as she had been instructed, without having to be reminded.  After starting the car I paused to pull her skirt up a little higher, then tilted the mirror so I could view her smoothly shaved crotch as I drove.  After observing my actions Patsy spread her legs voluntarily though she did blush when I looked over at her before pulling away from the curb.  As we drove off a police car approached the park from the opposite direction. 

 

“Well,-“ I sad to Patsy as I turned the corner. “-it looks like the papers won’t have headlines about you having your bare ass spanked in Tuxedo Park after all.”  Much to Nancy and my enjoyment, Patsy’s blush deepened almost to the level she had attained on Saturday.