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 Cindy Holds Court (F/F+ spank)

   Cindy, a twenty nine year old property management director, is a
self-confident woman who graduated with a psychology degree.  At five feet
eight inches tall, with full lips and a firm build, both men and women find
her attractive.  She has a dominant streak that attracts those who have
submissive tendencies.

   Cindy went through a series of boyfriends for a few years, and decided
she had to stop and figure out what she really wanted.  The reason that her
boyfriends constantly left the scene was because of some of Cindy's
qualities that attracted them to her in the first place.  Her large
penetrating brown eyes, long dark brown hair, and her innocent-looking face
with full, wholesome lips ensnared the men.  Her firm, athletic build also
helped.  They could not endure her spankings.  She became known as "Hard
Cindy".  Whenever she had a naked man lying across her lap, she used the
hairbrush long and hard.  The thrill she got from that was not quenched
until she had thoroughly reddened her submissive's bottom.  She could not
understand why they left the relationship after she gave them what they
said they wanted - a good hard spanking.

   When word got around to her that her nickname was "Hard Cindy" she
laughed.  She liked that name, and proudly wore it in her attitude.

   Two of Cindy's friends in recent years had gone through a series of
personal tragedies, caused mostly by their bad decisions and extreme lack
of self-discipline.  The loss of those friends had hurt her deeply, and
eventually she came up with an idea.

   She placed a "roommate wanted" ad in the newspaper.  The ad stated a
reduced share of the expenses in exchange for sharing in the upkeep of the
house and grounds.  She knew that she was going to get a large number of
responses, and began the arduous interviewing process.  She decided that
she wanted three roommates.  When she interviewed a prospect that she
didn't care for, she found a way to say something that the potential
roommate didn't like.  That way the prospect would politely say something
about getting back to Cindy, which they both knew was a way of saying no.

   When she interviewed someone she liked, she made a point of being very
friendly and engaging.  She knew that when she detected a certain look in
the eyes, this was one she wanted to have as a roommate.  It was then that
she reeled in her prospect.

   One Wednesday evening, Hortense came to see the house.  Cindy liked her
(and visualized smacking Hortense's bare bottom with the hairbrush), and
warmly showed her all the rooms, and explained that she was looking for
three roommates.  The 24 year old Hortense was favorably impressed with
Cindy and with the location, and started to talk about herself when Cindy
poured coffee.

   "I just love this place," Hortense gushed, flipping her long black hair
behind her.  "It's a little closer to work, too, which is good, because I
have a hard time getting up in the morning." Her bangs nicely framed her
face.

   Cindy simply sat there silent, and stared at Hortense, until the young
woman became uncomfortable.

   Cindy finally spoke.  "You...  have a hard time...  getting up in the
morning." She said it as a statement, not a question.

   "Well, um, I guess I do sometimes." Hortense felt that the deal was in
jeopardy now.

   "Doesn't that affect your job if you're late?" Cindy inquired.  Then she
put on her warm, cozy, friendly look and asked, "I mean, has it been a
problem before?"

   Somewhat relieved, Hortense blurted, "Well, they're not ecstatic when
I'm late, but...  but I don't do it a LOT...  I-I-I guess I have a hard
time getting up, but I've managed to, to get there without a lot of
heartache."

   Cindy stared silently for a moment.  Then she asked, "If you lost your
job because of that when living here, what would you do?"

   Hortense didn't have an immediate answer, and felt that she might have
blown the interview.  After an awkward silence, Cindy said, "I may be able
to help you."

   Hortense perked up immediately, and blurted, "How?!"

   "You really want to move here, right?" Cindy asked earnestly.

   "Oh, yes!"

   "This may sound off the wall, but if you agree to accept discipline when
you break the house rules or act destructively to yourself, you can move in
now."

   "Wh-what do you mean?!"

   Cindy warmly put her hand on Hortense's bare arm as a mentor would, and
said plainly, "I mean that I take you over my knee and give you a good
sound paddling!"

   "I-I hadn't thought of that before - I guess it sounded
unconventional..."

   "Of course it's unconventional.  But that's the way it is in my house."

   Cindy smiled brightly and Hortense felt a thrill through her midsection
as she visualized herself across Cindy's lap.  The she sported an
embarrassed smile and said, "I'll do it.  I've been wanting to change the
way I do things, and maybe this will help."

   "That's great, Hortense - I'm proud of you!" Cindy gave her some
documents to sign, and after Hortense had finished, she said, "Now I want a
firm commitment on your part.  It's definitely not going to be pleasant
getting a spanking from me, so I'm giving you one more chance to back out."

   Hortense pressed her lips together and, thinking of the money she'd save
by moving, stammered, "No - I'll stay - this may be what I need most."

   Over the next week, Cindy interviewed many more prospects and selected
two others - Jennifer, a 23-year-old medical technician and Kimberly, a
21-year-old graduate student, using similar tactics as with Hortense.  The
three women moved in during the same week, and life was hectic for several
days.

   When things calmed down from the move, Cindy met with the three young
women, and reiterated the house rules in a sweet yet authoritative voice.

   "Once a week, every Saturday at 7 PM, we'll all meet in the living room,
and I'll hold court, so to speak.  Each of you has committed to an
individual course of self-improvement, and I will go over the past week's
events with you.  Then, one at a time, I'll spank your naughty bottoms in
accordance with the week's shortcomings.  Each of you agreed to do this
before moving in.  Did I mention why I'm doing this?"

   They silently shook their heads.

   "I lost two very dear friends when they went on a course of
self-destructive behavior - every time they had a decision to make, they
made the wrong one." She paused for a moment, then with a quavering voice,
continued.  "They suffered so much from their bad decisions...  I was
helpless to do anything.  Any time I suggested a different course of
action, they didn't listen.  Now they're gone.  That was so frustrating,
over the years, seeing the inevitable end.  I personally like each one of
you, and I'm not going to let your bad decisions do that to you.  As hard
as I spank, it's much more merciful than your taking the same wrong turn
time after time.  If it changes your choices for the better..."

   She paused another moment, and then said, "Remember, Saturday at 7 PM."

   Throughout the week everyone went their own ways while Cindy receded
into the background.  Saturday came, and the three roommates nervously
gathered around after dinner.  They had tried to discuss the forthcoming
spankings with one another, although no one had any concrete information
about them.

   "Okay, let's get started," Cindy assertively announced as she walked
into the living room holding a hardwood hairbrush.  She moved an armless
straight-backed chair from its usual place against one of the walls, out to
the center of the room.  All three roommates reacted to the scene:
Hortense's bottom tingled; Jennifer's stomach trembled; Kimberly's pussy
lubricated.  Cindy was considerably aroused, though she managed to hide
that from the others.

   Cindy then lifted her skirt up as she seated herself, exposing her firm
thighs.  "Kimberly, please bring me a towel."

   When Kimberly returned, Cindy placed the towel across her lap.  The
seriousness of the situation became clearer to the soon-to-be recipients.

   "I want all of you to strip completely from the waist down.  Hortense,
you'll need to remove your dress."

   They hesitated, and Cindy snapped, "Come on, right now.  From the waist
down.  Shoes too."

   Cindy's pussy dampened as she watched the girls remove their clothing
while looking at each other.  Hortense first slipped off her dress, stepped
out of her panties, and kicked off her shoes.  Jennifer took off her
sneakers and white socks, and tugged off her scrubs and panties.  Kimberly
removed her sandals, followed by her shorts, then her panties.  All three
put their nervous hands over their exposed pubic area.

   "Hands to your sides!" Cindy snapped.  Each girl's heart raced as they
complied.  Kimberly squeezed her legs together.

   "Hortense, you'll be first.  You were late to work once this week. 
Besides that, you got up later than you should have twice, and as a result
had to rush out of here.  The way you drove out of here, you're going to
cause a wreck!  I suggest you get up at least 15 minutes earlier."

   Hortense cast her eyes downward.

   This is going to be a good one.

   "Come on now, get across my lap."

   Hortense tentatively walked over to Cindy's side.  Cindy grasped
Hortense's arm and guided her over her lap.  "Keep your feet on the floor,"
she instructed, knowing that the spankee would no doubt squirm and kick. 
Cindy knew she'd have to keep a close watch for Hortense's arm in case she
tried to protect her bottom during the spanking.  She had the perfect cure
for that.

   "I'm going to give you fifteen swats."

   Cindy teasingly rubbed the hairbrush all around Hortense's firm nether
globes for a few moments.  Then she pressed her lips together and, with her
experienced eye on the young lady's right nether cheek, she raised the
hairbrush high, and brought it down with a forceful smack.  Hortense jerked
her head, and as she was forming an exclamation, Cindy delivered the next
smack on the left cheek.

   "AAAAAAH!  OWWWWW!" Hortense's shouts filled every corner of the room.
Another whack.  Another shout, and Hortense kicked her legs.

   I love the way those cute buns jiggle when I paddle them.

   When the count hit ten, Hortense could not keep from swinging her arm
back to her surprised and spanked backside.  Cindy was prepared, and
grabbed the struggling girl's wrist and pinned it to the small of her back.
"No," she scolded, "three extra for that!" Then she delivered the last five
of the planned spanking.

   SMACK!  "AAAHAAAA!

   SMACK!  "WOWWWAAAAAAAA!"

   SMACK!  "NO!  NO!  NAAAAH!"

   SMACK!  "WOOOOO!"

   SMACK!  "YAAAAAH!"

   Hortense had never felt such a hot sensation before, and was bewildered
at the severity.  Involuntary tears formed and crept from her eyes.  Her
naked buns felt toasted.  Cindy paused for a moment.  The other observers
and soon-to-be recipients looked on anxiously.  Kimberly squeezed her legs
together harder, and stood with her toes pointed in.

   "Now, my dear," she continued, "I'm going to give you three extra for
interfering." She let go of Hortense's wrist and the girl put her arm down.
"I want you to count each one.  Here goes..."

   SMACK!

   "OWWWW!  AHHH!  One!"

   SMACK!

   "OHH!  NO!  TWOOO!"

   Cindy placed the third smack on the tender portion of Hortense's right
bun, a little to the side.

   SMACK!

   "AAAAAAAAAAAH!  AHHHH!  THREE!  PLEASE!"

   "Okay, you can get up.  Do NOT put your hands over your bottom or I'll
have you over my lap again for a good thrashing.  Understand?"

   "AHHH!  Yes!  Wooooh..."

   Hortense stood up and ran in place for several seconds while Cindy
inwardly smiled at the scene.

   "Jennifer, you're next.  You left the door to the house unlocked twice
this week when you went to work, and you were the last one to leave. 
Twenty swats.  Come on over my lap."

   Jennifer was clearly shaken by having to go across Cindy's lap after
seeing how hard she spanked Hortense.  With fear registered on her face she
slowly got into position.  Her wavy dishwater-blonde hair draped across the
sides of her face.  Cindy observed a few days' stubble of light colored
hair on Jennifer's legs.

   "It'll all be over in a minute, dear," Cindy said in a soothing voice.
"This will help you remember.  Just keep your hands out of the way." She
prolonged the agony of anticipation by lightly touching the hairbrush all
over the frightened Jennifer's buns.

   She's got beautiful legs.  I know she's going to kick wildly.

   Whack!

   Jennifer kicked her legs immediately.  Her voice filled the room. 
"AAAAH!"

   Cindy continued to whack the hairbrush with her characteristic strength
against Jennifer's tender buns.  Jennifer indeed kicked wildly, and her
mouth was open wide as she yelled with each swat.  Every time the hairbrush
smacked, she let out a loud "AHHHHH!"

   After twelve swats, Cindy paused and told Jennifer, "You're kicking too
much, my dear.  I want you to keep those feet on the floor.  You have eight
more to go.  If you kick any more, I'm going to give you extra."

   Jennifer cried out more stridently with each subsequent smack, and
jiggled her hips in a futile attempt to deal with the hot paddling.  On the
eighteenth smack, she could not help it and kicked wildly until the
twentieth swat.

   "I'm sorry my dear," Cindy said, hoping she was convincing.  "Five extra
- and I want you to keep still for these."

   "NO!  NO, PLEASE!  I CAN'T -"

   "Oh, but you must, or you'll be over my lap for a long time.  I want you
to count them, too.  Here goes!"

   Cindy smacked Jennifer's right nether cheek - hard.

   A hearty yell filled the room.

   "AAAAAAAAAH!  One..."

   Cindy paused a moment, then delivered another one.

   "YAAAAAAH! ...  Two."

   The next three smacks had much the same reaction, and Jennifer kept
passably still, mostly because Cindy paused a moment between each smack. 
Her entire bottom was bright red.

   "No touching back there!" Cindy ordered as she let Jennifer get up.  Her
face displayed a contorted expression of agony and she joined the other
two. She squirmed as she stood.

   "Well, Kimberly," Cindy said, "You've really got a good one coming
today."

   Kimberly visibly trembled as she stood naked from the waist down.  She
pressed her legs firmly together, and her hands pressed against her thighs.

   "For starters," Cindy began, "You blew off morning classes twice this
week.  A little bird tells me that you're not doing well in any of your
classes.  Also, you've been coming home far too late after work.  That
usually means that you're too groggy to get up in the morning.  I know
you're not using that late night time to study.  I don't know where you've
been going but it hasn't been doing you much good.  I think a good hard
paddling of twenty five swats will focus your attention on your priorities.
Come on, over my lap now!"

   "N-No!  Not that much!  Please!" Kimberly implored, her large frightened
eyes staring into Cindy's.

   "My decision is not subject to appeal.  Get over my lap here right now
or I'll make it thirty swats!" Cindy pointed to her athletic thighs.  The
blonde graduate student slowly walked over to Cindy's side.  Cindy grasped
her arm and guided her over.  She got an electric kind of sensation inside
when Kimberly's naked hips made contact.  "That's it, Kimmy.  This won't
take a couple minutes - unless, of course, you force my hand.  Now, if you
think you shouldn't be in your classes, you might consider withdrawing
until you know what you want to do.  You might be over committed, in which
case you won't be able to do anything well that you've committed to.  You
need to examine your situation and decide what to offload.  You know?"

   Kimberly's long straight blonde hair bobbed up and down when she nodded.

   "Here goes..."

   SMACK!  Kimberly silently jerked her head.

   SMACK!

   God, that hurts, Kimberly thought to herself as she pressed her lips
together and twisted her midsection.

   SMACK!  Oh please Cindy, she thought as she ground her hips into her
spanker's lap.

   SMACK!  Kimberly could not hold back, and let out a hearty yell. 
"AAAAH!"

   She twisted from side to side and pushed her hips into Cindy's thighs as
the aroused Cindy kept on spanking.

   SMACK!  "AAAAH!" SMACK!  "WHOAAAA!" SMACK!  "NO, PLEASE!"

   SMACK!  "OH GOD CINDY!" SMACK!  "STOP!  STOP!" SMACK!  "I CAN'T..."

   SMACK!  "STOP!  PLEASE!" SMACK!  SMACK!

   Kimberly kicked her legs hard, and Cindy paused.  "You've only taken
half your swats and you're already kicking!  Three extra.  Are you going to
hold still?"

   "I CAN'T, CINDY!  PLEASE!"

   "You'd better learn to keep those legs from kicking, and you'd better
learn fast!"

   "CINDY..."

   She resumed spanking.  Kimberly, predictably, resumed her plaintive
exclamations, and frantically kicked her legs twice more during the last
half of her paddling, earning a total of nine extra swats.

   "Kimberly, I mean what I say.  You're getting nine extra now, for
kicking your legs." Then Cindy moved her right leg out from under Kimberly
and placed it over the back of the girl's knees to hold her in place.  She
felt another thrill of arousal when the bare skin of her leg came in
contact with Kimberly's.

   Then, with an even cadence, she gave Kimberly her nine swats, striking
the girl's bottom on alternate cheeks with considerable force, ignoring her
outcries and her struggling.  She let Kimberly up and told everyone they
could go.  The three roommates quickly grabbed their clothes and dashed to
their rooms.

   Cindy went to her room, undressed, and got in bed.  She had not expected
the level of arousal that she got from administering the spankings,
particularly to Kimberly.  She enjoyed the way that Kimmy ground her pelvis
into her lap, and seeing those firm legs kick.  She turned off her light,
and her trembling hand crept to her aroused and damp womanhood.

   After a while, Jennifer got up and went to Kimberly's bedroom door, and
knocked gently.  No response.  She rapped on the door again, and a moment
later Kimberly opened the door.  She was wearing her panties, and her face
registered surprise at seeing her.

   "Kimmy," Jennifer whispered, "can I come in?  I want to talk to you..."

   "Okay," she answered and stepped back.  Jennifer entered the room and
closed the door.

   "She really spanked you hard," she began.  "I want to make sure you're
okay - maybe put some ointment there." Then Jennifer seated herself on
Kimberly's bed and said, "Let me see."

   Kimberly turned around, and Jennifer placed her fingers inside
Kimberly's waistband and pulled her panties down to her knees.  She saw the
effects of the severe hairbrushing, and gently placed her hands upon
Kimberly's nether cheeks for a moment.

   "Come over to my room and I'll make it better," she cryptically said,
and stood up.  Kimberly pulled her panties up, and Jennifer grasped her
hand to lead her.  Kimberly's stomach fluttered as she walked barefoot
through the house, clad only in panties.

   Jennifer led the young woman into her room, closed the door, and said,
"Here, Kimberly, let's take these off," and carefully removed her
housemate's panties.  "Okay, lie down here on the bed, on your tummy, and
I'll be right back."

   Jennifer retrieved a jar of soothing lotion and sat on the bed beside
the face-down Kimberly.  She placed a generous amount of lotion in the
palms of her hands.  Kimberly flinched when her housemate's hands made
gentle contact with her paddled buns.

   "Eeeeeasy now," Jennifer cooed soothingly, "Let's get this nice cool
lotion on you, and gently work it in...  Yes, like this."

   Kimberly gave a pleasured sigh.  Jennifer gradually worked her way to
the bottom of Kimberly's nether cheeks.

   "Spread your legs, Kim, so I can get in here more."

   Jennifer's gaze locked in between Kimberly's legs as she spread them
apart.  She noticed translucent strings of sticky natural feminine
lubricant nestled among the blonde hairs of Kimberly's womanhood.  She
placed freshly lotioned hands on Kimberly's nether globes and worked her
thumbs closer and closer to her vagina.

   Kimberly stirred slightly and moaned.  Jennifer kept up the massage and
ventured still closer.  Kimberly thrust her bottom upward ever so slightly.
Jennifer applied more lotion to her hands and then massaged Kimberly's
legs, starting at the ankles and working up.  Her own arousal increased
with each minute she was in contact with the prone woman's skin.  By the
time she got to Kimberly's thighs she was feverish with desire.  Kimberly's
sighs and quiet moans spurred her on.  She paused a moment to quietly slip
off her own nightshirt, leaving her naked.

   When her hands met between Kimberly's legs, Jennifer stroked the prone
woman's labia.  Kimberly was obviously secreting more lubricant, and her
moans were no longer whispered.

   "Ahhhhhhh...  Mmmmmmmm..." She thrust her pelvis upward.

   Jennifer's hands trembled.  She could not resist.  She gently stroked
Kimberly's sticky pussy lips.

   Kimberly forgot about her paddled bottom and surrendered to an intense,
stress-relieving climax.  A few minutes later Jennifer was on her back,
legs spread, thrashing about as Kimberly's mouth sucked her profuse juices
of arousal.

   Cindy, in the next room, stroked her pussy to orgasm.  She knew what was
happening in Jennifer's bed.

   After a busy week, Cindy's three housemates gathered after dinner on
Saturday.

   Cindy, with the dreaded hairbrush in one hand, moved her chair to the
center of the room and ordered, "Clothes off.  Everything!" The three
nervous girls complied.  Jennifer put her hands in front of her pussy.  "No
hiding," Cindy directed.  "Hands to your sides, or behind your back."

   She silently looked at the naked girls before her for a moment.

   "Kimmy, you dropped one class.  That's good.  You should use that time
to better advantage.  You're still staying out too late past your work
hours.  Fifteen swats.  Over my lap, now!"

   Kimberly pressed her lips together to muster up the courage to do as
instructed.  "Remember, interfering and excessive kicking will get extra,"
Cindy said as the blonde housemate anxiously draped herself over her lap
and steeled herself for what was to come.

   Cindy spanked hard, and Kimberly carried on from the first swat.  She
frantically kicked her legs after the twelfth stroke, and had to take three
more hard swats before Cindy let her up.

   The other girls were frightened, since they knew that each succeeding
spanking would be more severe.

   Jennifer went over Cindy's lap for twenty swats.  She squirmed and
shouted with each one, and ground her pelvis into her spanker's thighs
several times.  She earned six extra, and carried on loudly.

   Hortense fidgeted when Cindy, hairbrush in hand, looked at her.

   "Hortense, I expected more improvement than I saw this past week. 
You're still going to work late.  Maybe thirty swats will get through to
you.  Come over here now."

   Hortense knelt before Cindy.  Her voice quavered.  "Please!  Not that
many!  I'll get up earlier.  Please Cindy!"

   Cindy's stern and silent expression, and the way she simply pointed to
her lap, convinced Hortense that there was simply no way out of her
punishment.  She slowly stood up, and with a full sigh, got across Cindy's
lap.

   "Point your toes and spread your legs," Cindy ordered.

   An audible whimper from Hortense attested to her humiliation.  Not only
did she earn the most severe paddling that night, she also had to lie
naked, face down, across her spanker's thighs with her legs spread apart.

   Cindy's gaze frequently zeroed in on her charge's dark-haired pussy as
she teased her bottom for some time with the hairbrush.  As she lightly
rubbed the instrument of correction all around Hortense's nether cheeks and
upper thighs, she thought she detected glistening drops of lubricant
between the girl's pussy lips.

   Without warning, she smacked the hairbrush hard against Hortense's right
bottom cheek.

   "AAAAAAAH!"

   A few seconds later, another one.  Hortense jerked her head and yelled.
And so it went, on and on, amid the spanked girl's increasingly strident
shouts and begging.  Four times she kicked wildly before Cindy gave her
thirty swats.

   "There, young lady.  You kicked both legs four times.  Come to my room
in thirty minutes and we'll take care of your extra discipline then.  Kimmy
and Jennifer, you two can get dressed.  I'll take Hortense's clothes to my
room.  Thirty minutes."

   All three housemates disappeared quickly to their rooms.  Hortense was
further humiliated at having to remain completely undressed.  Jennifer and
Kimberly were naturally curious why Cindy didn't give Hortense her extra
discipline right away.  Perhaps it was to let her recover her composure
first, they reasoned.  They quietly agreed to go to Jennifer's room and try
to listen in when Hortense was getting her due.

   With dry mouth and trembling hands, Hortense knocked timidly on Cindy's
bedroom door at her instructed time.

   Cindy, barefoot and clad only in her nightshirt, smiled warmly at
Hortense and invited her in, as if they were old friends getting together.
After telling her to sit on the bed, she sat next to Hortense, close enough
so that their legs almost touched.

   "I know this is hard for you," she began, "but you've got to make some
changes.  I've got to get through to you." She put one arm around the naked
girl's shoulders.  "I always give extra for getting out of position or
interfering," she continued in a sincere sounding voice.

   Jennifer and Kimberley, in the next room, were almost holding their
breath, trying to listen.  They knew that Cindy was talking, but could not
tell what she was saying.

   Cindy, with a strap in her hand, had just instructed Hortense to lie
face down on the bed with two pillows under her hips.  "It could be worse,
dear - I could start over from one every time you kick.  We'd still be
there, wouldn't we?  Now spread your legs.  More!  Come on, spread them!"

   Cindy almost tingled inside when she spread Hortense's nether cheeks and
saw pearls of feminine cream.  "What's this?!" she asked, and brusquely
poked her finger inside the slippery pussy.

   "Uhh!  Cindy!" Hortense twisted her hips as Cindy continued to probe her
pussy.  "Aaaaagh!"

   Jennifer and Kimmy heard Hortense's exclamations, and then the
unmistakable sound of a leather strap hitting naked skin.  A loud muffled
shout, followed a few seconds later by another kiss of leather.  And
another.  And another.  Hortense's shouts were lengthy and strident. 
Jennifer's hand went to her pussy.

   In the next room, Cindy, having taken off her nightshirt, administered a
leisurely strapping, frequently admonishing Hortense to keep still.  After
every few strokes of the leather, she probed and stroked her charge's
aroused pussy.

   Kimmy and Jennifer were on their backs, furiously jilling themselves as
Hortense's strapping went on and on.  Their hands covered their mouths when
they climaxed.  It was a picture of sensual beauty - two young women on a
bed, bucking their hips in pleasure.

   After twenty five stokes of the strap, Cindy stopped.  Hortense was hot
in more ways than one - from the strapping and from Cindy's attention to
her lubricating womanhood.  She told Hortense to stay as she was, and
carefully applied lotion to her well disciplined bottom.  Afterward, she
spread the prone girl's nether cheeks and slowly teased her pussy with her
fingers.  A few moments hence, when Hortense squirmed and moaned, she told
her to get up.

   Cindy removed the pillows from the bed and lay back with her legs open.
She smiled at Hortense.  "I think you should show your appreciation for my
taking the trouble to discipline you."

   Hortense had not seen Cindy totally naked before.  In her current hot
state, she admitted to herself that Cindy was beautiful.  She crawled
between Cindy's open legs and lightly kissed her spanker's pussy lips.  She
detected the scent of intense feminine arousal.  Another tentative swipe of
her tongue.

   Cindy closed her eyes.  "Yes.  Keep going!"

   Hortense, who had only experimented once with another woman, pressed in.
She liked Cindy's honey-cinnamon taste.

   Cindy powerfully bucked her hips through her climax.  When Hortense
pulled away, she ordered, "No, keep going.  More." Not until she had
experienced three orgasms from the girl's mouth did she let her up.

   Cindy had Hortense lie back, and she lightly stimulated her pussy with
her fingers.  Over an extended time, she slowly brought her short of climax
and then backed down.  The girls in the next room tried to figure out what
was happening.  The sounds coming from there were not distinct enough to
conclude anything -- until Cindy brought Hortense to her long-awaited
orgasm.  The unmistakable orgasmic gasps and screams left no doubt. 
Kimberly and Jennifer furiously jilled themselves once more.

   Cindy got into bed and held the covers open in an inviting gesture. 
Hortense crawled into bed and Cindy pulled her on top of her.  Their lips
pressed together in passion, they enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies
until they both fell asleep.

   >From then on, Cindy always had the girl who was most severely punished
to her room 30 minutes afterward.  First, if there was any extra
punishment, she administered it as she had first done with Hortense -
liesurely, with teasing stimulation to her charge's pussy, then some oral
servitude, followed by Cindy's attention to the girl's aroused pussy.  As
often as not, the girl accepted Cindy's invitation to share her bed for the
night.

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