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Copyright (c) 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

As 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."


  
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