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Copyright © 2001 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.  The author may be contacted at 'MyStories at normdeploom dot com'

 

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

 

Our New Toy

Part 07

By

Norm DePloom

 

s I drove away from the scene I slipped my right hand between Patsy's thighs to test the warmth and moistness produced by her first public spanking.  Her legs trembled from the tension of suppressing her life long training to close her thighs and pull away from my invading hand, but her skin was warm, and moist. 

 

"We promised your mother improved grades if you lived with us during finals-"  I informed Patsy. "-so we better get you home for some heavy duty studying.  We're going to use some unique positive-"  I gave Patsy a quick grin.  "-and negative stimulus to improve your retention while you're studying." 

 

As I talked I drove to a local fried chicken place.  I parked the car then got out my pocket knife and, after cutting the buttons from her blouse, pulled the tails up and tied them together just below her breasts.  When I finished I opened the car door and pulled Patsy out with me.  Nancy came around from her side of the car and rolled Patsy's skirt up until her crotch just peeked out from under the hem. 

 

"Buy us a bucket of chicken."  I instructed, handing her a twenty-dollar bill.  Patsy looked down at the modifications we had made to her clothing, looked at the crowded chicken restaurant, then looked back and forth from Nancy and I pleading with her teary eyes for us to not make her do this.

 

"Shoulders back,-" I instructed turning her to face the door.  "-chest out,-" I continued giving Nancy a smile behind Patsy's back.  "-walk tall and make us proud of you."  I finished, giving her a gentle push on the small of her back.  Putting my right arm around Nancy and cupping her breast with my hand I tweaked her nipple while we watched Patsy, the lower curves of her buttocks peeking provocatively out from underneath her shortened skirt, walk uncertainly into the crowded restaurant.  We continued to watch through the window as Patsy, pulling at the hem of her skirt and trying to keep her breasts from falling out of her blouse, slowly worked her way up to the counter.

 

Grabbing the food in one hand and the change in the other, Patsy's smooth, shaved pussy flashed the world through the window and her breasts bounced in and out of her blouse as she held the bag of chicken up to hide her face and ran from the restaurant. 

 

"Oh god I hope he didn't see me."  She sobbed as she almost collapsed into our arms. 

 

"Who?"  I asked allowing her to hide her face against my chest.

 

"Mr. Franklin."  She sobbed, still hiding her face.

 

"Who-" Nancy asked as she stroked Patsy's hair and pulled strands of it away from her face.  "-is Mr. Franklin?"

 

"He's one of my father's best friends,-"  Patsy sniffled.  "-and an elder in our church."

 

"And you didn't stop and say 'Hi' to him?"  I asked as I lifted her head off my chest and held her by her shoulders.  "I will not have you being rude to people, you march right back in there and say 'Hi' to him." 

 

"NO, please,-" Patsy's tears began to flow even more heavily.  "-if he sees me like this he'll tell my parents." 

 

"I will not have a slave of mine-" As I talked I shortened her skirt even more.  Enough so that her smooth crotch would be visible with even the smallest step.  Then pulled her blouse further apart until her nipples just began to show.  "-be rude to anybody.-"  I turned her around so she faced the restaurant.  "-Now get your butt in there and say 'Hi' to your Daddy's best friend." 

 

"NO!" Patsy almost shouted with more defiance than she had ever displayed before.  "I'd rather be spanked in public again than let him see me like this."  I spun Patsy around and pushing her up against the car placed my hand on Patsy throat. 

 

"Listen you spoiled little bitch."  I hissed with a great display of anger.  "You are going to be punished for this later,-" I leaned forward and talked in low but menacing tones close to her ear while putting just enough pressure on her neck to make her uncomfortable.  "-and that punishment is going to make today's spanking look like tender love making."  I eased off with my hand on her neck and made a show of getting my 'anger' under control. 

 

"Now,-" I finally continued. "-either you go in and say 'Hi' to Mr. Franklin or we will strip you right here and parade you through the restaurant completely naked."  I pulled her away from the car and gave her a shove toward the building.  "Go." I ordered. 

 

"And don't you dare-" I called after her as she walked toward the door. "-pull your skirt down or attempt to cover yourself."  Patsy was trembling so violently with a combination of fear, humiliation and anger that she could barely walk.  I reached down and eased the tightness in my pants as we watched her approach the table where Mr. Franklin was eating his dinner. 

 

When Patsy walked up to his table Mr. Franklin looked up, then did a double take when he recognized the half-naked girl saying 'Hi' to him.  We watched as he stood up and taking Patsy's right hand in his right hand put his left hand on top of her's and spoke to her very earnestly.  A moment later he moved his left hand to Patsy's elbow, then they both looked out the window toward us.  We gave them a friendly wave.  He waved back with his left hand then placed it midway up her upper arm where his thumb just 'happened' to hit on the naked half of her right nipple. 

 

"He's not going to tell her parents."  I announced with confidence.  Patsy's angry/scared look changed to one of confusion as her Father's best friend rocked his hand back and forth causing his thumb to rube against her nipple while he told her how good it was to see her.  Patsy again pointed to us in the parking lot and Mr. Franklin waved and smiled at us. Patsy said goodbye and walked out to where we waited in the parking lot with Mr. Franklin watching her every step. 

 

"What did he say?" I asked Patsy once we were in the car and safely away from the fried chicken restaurant. 

 

"He wanted me to eat dinner with him."  She responded with a tone of wonder.

 

"Is that all?" Nancy asked her as she encouraged Patsy to spread her legs a little wider. 

 

"No, he wanted me to come home with him and watch some videos." 

 

"That dirty old man wants to fuck our little Patsy."  I said to Nancy.  Patsy almost choked at the idea, then turned beet red down to her exposed nipples. 

 

"What did you say when he invited you to come to his home with him and

'watch videos'?"  Nancy asked tugging gently at Patsy's blouse to expose just a bit more of her hard crinkled nipples.

 

"I told him that I was with you, and that I'd have to ask you first."  Patsy answered quietly looking down at my fingers moving lightly and slowly up and down her inner thigh. 

 

"That's a good answer, but in the future tell the person that they will have to ask us, and-" I continued giving her thigh a squeeze.  "-remember to address us as 'Master' and 'Mistress' even if you're talking to some one else."

 

"Yes master." Her voice was almost inaudible.

 

"Did your nipple get hard when your daddy's best friend rubbed it with his thumb?"  Nancy asked as she gently rubbed the same nipple that he had rubbed.

 

"Yes Mistress."  Patsy answered her nipples hardening further under Nancy's manipulating fingers and her embarrassed red hue deepening several degrees.

 

"Does it make you wet?" I asked slipping my hand up her thighs until my little finger rested against her smooth and very warm crotch.  "Knowing that your daddy's best friend wants to get inside you?"

 

"Yes Master."  She answered after swallowing a couple of times.  We drove in silence the rest of the way back to our apartment, my finger moving gently against Patsy's crotch and Nancy's fingers gently squeezing her nipple.

 

By the time I parked the car at our apartment complex Patsy was squirming with sexual excitement.  I got out of the car and, after walking around to the passenger side, opened the door and offered Nancy a hand.  After helping Nancy from the car I extended my hand and helped Patsy scoot across the seat and climb out of the car then, keeping her between my body and the car I untied her blouse and pulled it down he arms leaving her naked from the waist up. 

 

"Should we-" I asked turning to Nancy.  "-leave her skirt on? Or strip her completely?" 

 

"Strip her completely." Nancy answered immediately without a moment's hesitation.  After unrolling the waistband I unbuttoned and unzipped Patsy's skirt then let it slide down her legs where it rested around her ankles on the asphalt.   

 

"Step out of your skirt."  I ordered.  Taking Patsy's purse from her I looked though it until I found her collar, then after fastening the collar around her neck, handed the purse to Nancy.  Holding her up against the car with my hands on her upper arms I leaned over and sucked on then blew on each of her nipples making them even harder than they had been before.  Patsy was moaning and breathing hard by the time I stood up and released her arms. 

 

Nancy and I each took one of Patsy's arms to walk her to our apartment.  Patsy's entire body was trembling visibly with a potent combination of excitement, embarrassment and fear.  Her inner lips were just visible, peaking cutely out from between the outer lips of her shaved pussy.  Wearing nothing except a pair of sandals, a red face, a scared smile, a pair of incredibly hard nipples and her slave collar Patsy walked between us as we slowly strolled through the apartment complex, past the swimming pool where she received applause from the males and jealous glares from their girlfriends and finally to our apartment door. 

 

Nancy and I sat facing each other across the table with Patsy kneeling at the end of the table facing us.  As we ate we would each feed her pieces of chicken, bites of our biscuits or spoonfuls of our mashed potatoes and gravy. 

 

"Did you enjoy licking my wife?"  I asked Patsy feeding her a bite of biscuit with honey. 

 

"No."  She answered with surprising emphasis.  Then quickly said.  "I mean no Master."

 

"Maybe you'll like it better if we put some honey on it."  I suggested as I wiped some honey that had dripped on my finger onto her nipple.  As soon as I took my hand away Nancy leaned over and licked the sticky nipple clean again.  As soon as Nancy pulled her head away from Patsy's breast I smeared more honey on Patsy's other nipple.  Taking up the challenge Nancy spent even more time sucking that one clean. 

 

A new game had been born.  I dribbled honey between Patsy's breasts and down her stomach.  Nancy got down on her knees and followed the trail of honey, licking and kissing her skin clean.  When she was done Nancy looked at me expectantly waiting to see where I would deposit the next batch of honey.  Scooping some out of the bottle with my finger I spread it over Patsy's lips.  Nancy helped Patsy lower herself from her kneeling position to a setting position then sat between her legs and, placing her own legs around Patsy and pulling their two bodies together, brought their mouths into contact.  The licking soon turned into a long passionate kiss between Mistress and slave.  Nancy, without breaking the kiss, unbuttoned her own blouse so her naked breasts could rub against Patsy's as her tongue explored the inside of Patsy's mouth. 

 

As the kiss built in passion I spread honey down each side of Patsy's neck from just below her ear to the top of each breast.  Both women were flush with excitement and breathing in excited gasps as Nancy followed the twin tails of sweetness back to Patsy's heaving breasts.  I made a second trail of honey down Patsy's stomach stopping just short of her engorged excited clitoris.  Nancy slowly followed the trail, and despite Patsy's gentle begging hip thrusts, stopped just before reaching her un-honeyed clitoris. 

 

Deep excited moans came from Patsy's throat as I spread her legs and dribbled honey up her inner thighs from her knees to just short of her swollen eager nether-lips.  Nancy eagerly cleaned the new trails of sweetness from Patsy's smooth skin, luxuriating in the warmth and firmness of her body.  Nancy took at least ten minutes to thoroughly clean the sticky honey from Patsy's thigh.

 

"Please, oh please."  Patsy begged rocking her hips with greater enthusiasm as Nancy stopped her licking where the honey trail stopped, just short of her ultimate goal. 

 

"Don't worry, Nancy will take care of you,-" I assured Patsy as I pushed Nancy down onto the floor. "-but first you have to play the honey game with Nancy."  As I talked I smeared honey on both of Nancy's hard nipples.  Patsy hesitated for only a minute before crawling up to Nancy and, lowering her head, began to suck and lick Nancy's first nipple. 

 

I followed the same pattern, after Nancy's nipples were completely clean, I smeared honey no her lips, which instigated another long passionate kiss between the two of them.  Then down the sides of her throat back to her breasts.  While Patsy obediently cleaned the sticky honey from her Mistress's breasts, I removed the rest of Nancy's clothes.

 

Next the honey went down from between her breasts, ending in a liberal amount dribbled over her pubic hair.  Patsy is a fast learner, she licked her way down across Nancy's stomach then thoroughly cleaned every bit of honey from her pubic hair being careful not to touch her clitoris.  Shifting her body to begin cleaning the sticky trails from Nancy's inner thighs Patsy placed her self close to the traditional sixty-nine position, giving Nancy the opportunity to caress Patsy's thighs at the same time. 

 

When the thighs were once again cleaned of all traces of the sweet sticky honey Patsy looked up at me expectantly, then watched with wide eyed wonder as I dribbled the honey directly on Nancy's swollen clitoris and her engorged inner and outer lips.

 

After giving me shy smile Patsy lowered her head into Nancy's honey soaked crotch and began licking her Mistress with unexpected enthusiasm.  Nancy rolled over on top of Patsy placing one leg on each side of Patsy's head, then lowered her own head into Patsy's waiting crotch.  While the two women explored each other with their tongues I traded the honey jar for my camera and began documenting the hot action on the floor.

 

I took pictures as unobtrusively as possible, only occasionally moving a leg, or changing the angle of a head to get a better shot of a tongue on a clitoris or to make sure that Patsy was recognizable.  Nancy and Patsy stayed locked together through three or four hip pumping, crotch grinding orgasms before Nancy rolled off our slave and the two of them laid arm in arm snuggling and catching their breaths.  This too I photographed, believing that every woman looks best right after a good fuck.

 

By this time my need was desperately obvious.  I considered taking Patsy but held off since I still had plans for making Patsy's first time really special.  Patsy looked away in embarrassment as Nancy knelt between my knees and, after releasing me from my trousers sucked me into her hot wet mouth.

 

"Come over here."  I ordered Patsy indicating a spot on the floor next to Nancy and myself.  "You remember my promise in the J.O. booth?"  Patsy nodded her head 'yes' as her face turned a brighter shade of red.  It was obvious that she considered it more a threat than a promise, and that she was hoping that I'd forgotten. 

 

"Watch and learn-" I instructed putting my arm around her shoulders and directing her attention to Nancy's expert oral manipulation of my rigid member.  "-so you'll know what you have to do when you're in that booth."