Nancy and Kayleigh-4, Punishment

by Karen Cypher

Summary:

It is the morning after Karen found the two teens exploring each other in Nancy’s room. Although angry, she is also extremely pleased that her brining the two girls together has worked so well; has come on so quickly. Karen has fantasized about sharing Kayleigh with her daughter, and the reality of the act has somewhat taken her aback; she is still unsure if Nancy is ready for this. Hell, Karen wonders if she herself is ready for this! Karen imagines all the new possibilities that this opens for all three of them. Per her instructions, the girls will be downstairs by nine O’clock for a little ‘talk’.

Punishment…

I am sitting in my study, a place bordering on sanctuary for me as it brings me a sense of peace and tranquility, as well as a sense of purpose. I have thought long and hard about what I want. In truth, what I want is for Nancy to join in the games; lifestyle almost, that Kayleigh and I share. I replay the conversation Nancy and I had only moments ago:

“Mom; what is wrong with Kayleigh and I being special friends?” Nancy asks. “I like hanging out with her; she makes me feel grown-up” she continues. “Besides, it’s not like we are hurting anybody.” This last was said with all the worldly knowledge of a 13 year old.

“Nancy, it is not like that. I simply…”

“Look mom,” she interrupts. “It’s not like I’m a kid anymore; I am a teenager!”

“Nancy, let me finish…”

“And I LIKE her! She makes me feel special; all tingly inside when she smiles at me.”

“My, my honey; that is certainly worth considering, and I want to tell you…

“And really mom, she likes to do things with me; share things”

“That is great, Nancy. What I am trying to say to you is…”

“Mom, you always told me to speak my mind, right?”

“Well, yes honey.” I say, more than a little exasperated now. Nancy senses this and continues in a rush.

“I have always been torn between doing what I want to do and what other people, namely you, expect me to do. I want the freedom to be sexual rather than the freedom of sexuality.”

I blink. Stare at this alien who has taken over my daughter’s body. I blink some more. I am sure my mouth was hanging open, but I can’t recall now. Where did this attitude come from? Nancy is mature for her age; both in character and bearing, but to espouse a statement so concrete? No, I’m sure the spaceship is still parked somewhere in the backyard.

“Nancy, listen to me.” I finally respond. “It has taken me the better part of 30 years to learn that. You did it in less than half that time!” “When did you grow up to be so smart?” I say with love in my voice.

Nancy smiles then, a genuine smile that lights up her whole face. “Just don’t punish Kayleigh for last night.”

“Punish her.” I snort. “I have no intention of punishing Kayleigh, but she does not have to know that!” “In fact, why don’t you go tell her to see me now, and then sneak in a few moments later?”

Nancy has a conspiratorial grin on her face as she departs in search of Kayleigh.

Kayleigh stands with her back to the open entryway, her legs slightly apart; toes pushing down sharply into the floor, heels slightly raised; accentuating her long slender legs. She feels the soft silk of her blouse tighten against her chest as she slowly arches her back in anticipation.

Thud, thud, thud; a regular pounding beat sounds in her ears. People pass by in the street outside, voices trailing off in the distance; soft images of the world through the window. Kayleigh is alert; waiting, wanting Nancy to see her standing like this; so obviously ready. Just then, Kayleigh hears a sound. Nancy’s hard clear footsteps are nearing the living room. The footsteps stop; a hesitant pause as Nancy clears her throat and quietly enters the room. Kayleigh makes no reply

Thud, thud, thud; the regular beat sounds louder now in Kayleigh’s ears. She can sense Nancy’s approach and can almost feel the younger teen’s breath on the back of her neck as Nancy moves up behind her. Kayleigh’s stomach clenches as she imagines Nancy’s small strong hands wrapping around her waist; fingers finding their expert way to the buttons on her small blouse.

Thud, thud, thud; the noise is almost deafening now. Surely, Nancy could hear it too? Kayleigh waits; imagining that Nancy is waiting for the right moment to make her move. Kayleigh turns around to face Nancy, her lips curling into a devilish smile, her eyes locking onto Nancy’s and recognizing the unrestrained desire there; also apprehension and a little fear.

“She wants to see you now. She is waiting in the study.” Nancy says with a note of finality in her voice.

Sighing, Kayleigh straightens her skirt and blouse as she heads out of the living room and into the study. The doors are closed; and apprehension replaces the good feeling of moments before.

My reverie is interrupted by a soft knock at the door of the study.

“Enter”, I say in a strong voice. Kayleigh pushes the door open, and pauses in entering the study. She seems to have dressed special for me this morning; the short skirt and blouse, like a little school girl that I like so much. Ankle socks with lace trim and patent, flat, low-heeled shoes complete her outfit. Her hair is done just right, and is lifted away from her face by a single ponytail. She has on minimal make-up, to accentuate her youth. Oh yes, she is pulling out all the stops.

Although not lavish, my study is nicely appointed; comfortable for the average guest. Old fashioned book cases lined with books frame a fireplace on one side of the room. A desk with computer and all the paraphernalia associated with a well-to-do business woman are immediately in front of the entrance. I see Kayleigh’s glance take in the reading chairs under a floor to ceiling window, but I have not invited her to sit yet.

“You called for me, Ma’am?” Kayleigh asks in a small voice.

I stand, moving to the side of the desk. My motion draws Kayleigh’s attention. I cross my arms under my breasts, legs slightly apart. I am dressed in casual slacks and blouse, but my stern demeanor causes her eyes to widen slightly.

“Sit down”, I order Kayleigh. She makes her way to one of the chairs under the window that I have indicated. I give her a head to toe examination, and I can see that Kayleigh misjudged and feels slightly silly at how she is dressed. Finished undressing her with my eyes, I turn to sit behind the desk; my short powerful legs gliding gracefully across the carpet to my accustomed place. Other than the command to sit, I remain silent. Kayleigh seems breathless as my blue eyes dismantle her; leaving her unprepared and defenseless in my power. I continue to drag the silence out, making Kayleigh squirm in her seat; not knowing how or even when to proceed.

“So Kayleigh, I’ve been thinking an awful lot about you; how well you house-sat for me and looked after my daughter while I was on my trip. Nancy has filled me in on the details, and not all of what I heard was good.”

Kayleigh remains mute.

“And that doesn’t even begin to explain last night in her room.” I continue. “She tells me it was her idea, but it is hard for me to believe that a 13 year old girl can make you strip and play with yourself.”

Despite the harsh words, my voice is warm and enticing. The sound of my voice seems to ripple right through her and stirs something deep within. Kayleigh catches her breath as she looks down at her lap, her hands pressing together; trying not to give away too much.

“Look at me, when I’m talking to you!” I say with more steel in my voice. Kayleigh, of course, does as she has been told and raises her eyes to me once again. I decide to change tracks; keep her off balance and do something about my growing need.

“Don’t you like what you see Kayleigh?” I tease; standing and running my hands along my torso.

“Or is it only young girls that you lust after now, you dirty slut?” I ask more harshly than I wanted.

“Of course” Kayleigh murmurs in reply. “You are beautiful.” I smile as I lean over the desk, resting my weight on my hands.

“Beautiful…” I say. “Show me Kayleigh. Show me exactly what it is you like about me; what you find beautiful.” I demand.

Kayleigh lifts herself out of the chair and takes a step toward the desk. She leans down to kiss me, but I stop her just short. My warm breath touches Kayleigh’s lips. I part my lips slowly; tongue reaching out to caress her bottom lip with a firm touch, pushing my tongue into her waiting mouth.

“mmmm”, a soft moan escapes my mouth despite my resolve to be aloof. I want her right now.

“I want you” I breathe. With one hand, I sweep all the papers and pencils off the top of the desk and drag her up onto its shiny polished surface. She reaches clumsily for the buttons on my blouse, but I slap her hands away. I was enjoying myself, but Kayleigh can see I am not going to let her have me that easily.

“That’s not for you yet. First you have to pay for what you have done.” I don’t think she can tell if I am angry or not, as I see the hesitation in her eyes. Perfect.

I rip open Kayleigh’s blouse, and order her to remove her ruined covering; exposing her small, pert tits to my gaze. I stand away from the desk to admire her, running a hand through my hair to loosen it from its clasp.

“Take off your skirt.” I tell her. God, she turns me on so much. Kneeling on the desk, she hesitates to do as she is told.

“Come on, take it off. I want to watch you play with yourself. You are going to touch yourself for my pleasure until I tell you to stop, just like you did for my daughter.” My own desire is almost more than I can take. It seems natural, almost, for Kayleigh to do as she is told; maybe thrilled by the excitement of pleasuring herself for me like she did for Nancy; maybe just the surrender to my power. She licks one finger and lets it trail over her hard nipples before slipping it down to her cunt, parting her lips and sliding it into her warm moist depths.

“Oh yesssss” I whisper, delighted with the wanton display before me. She can see the look of desire on my face as she pushes her finger in further still.

“Flick you clit” I say. “Flick your clit like the dirty little slut that you are” my husky voice betraying my calm demeanor. She is already so wet that her finger slides in easily. Her head rolls back, but she keeps her eyes locked onto mine. Kayleigh now has two fingers feverishly pumping into her slutty little cunt as her thumb beats a staccato rhythm on her clit. She is so close to orgasm and barely two minutes have passed since she walked into the study.

Sighing with release, Kayleigh’s whole body trembles as she brings herself over the edge. Smiling sweetly, she brings sticky sticky- sweet fingers to her mouth as she lies back and tastes herself for my amusement. I smile back at her, expressing my satisfaction and desire as I step between Kayleigh’s legs. She closes her eyes and spreads them apart. “Oh baby” I mutter as I cup her ass lightly in my hands; squeezing her cheeks as I lift her slightly off the desk and up to my hungry mouth. Kayleigh tries to reach down to my head, but suddenly, she discovers there is another pair of hands holding her down!

Kayleigh’s eyes snap open to see Nancy standing above her; light brown hair falling down to frame her cheeks and a look of pure lust on her face.

My hands are on Kayleigh; one finger finding her cunt, another pushing into her ass; juices still flowing after her climax. She screams with delight! I find myself moaning almost as loud as my lips lock onto her clit.

Nancy releases Kayleigh’s hands and grabs the older teen’s nipples, pinching them until the pain shows in Kayleigh’s eyes. She leans down, kissing Kayleigh; mouths reversed from their relative positions. Oh, what an erotic sight.

Pushing her tongue into Nancy’s mouth with abandon, Kayleigh savors the taste, the sweetness, the innocence.

My fingers move into overdrive; using my other hand to lightly tap on Kayleigh’s clit. Faster, faster I pump my fingers, gradually putting two in each hole. Kayleigh can feel her whole body swell with the impending rush of her excitement; cumming, cumming all over my face as I press my lips to her clit suck greedily. My fingers twist in and around the older teen as she cannot help the moan that escapes into Nancy’s mouth.

Spread out on the desk in the afterglow of her orgasm, Kayleigh can hardly believe this was meant to be her punishment. She starts to giggle like a little girl who just got her first real kiss.

I am not done with her yet! However, I would have to agree. This is not so much a punishment as it is a reward!

Grabbing Kayleigh’s hands, I pull her off of the desk. Her knees are obviously weak and she teeters back on her heels; the only thing saving her from falling is Nancy’s arms around her. All around us in the neighborhood, people scurry about to do their daily work; and here we were, the three of us, in my study with Kayleigh completely spent and standing in my daughter’s arms.

“You girls have had fun all weekend; it’s my turn now” I proclaim. I turn and head to the mantle of the fireplace. Kayleigh, still shaking from her last orgasm, sinks into Nancy’s embrace behind her. I pull a box down and bring it to the desk. I open it to reveal a pink strap-on in a leather harness; large, but not obscene. I pick it up and hold it before Kayleigh, turning it this way and that. “Put it on” I command of Kayleigh, and motion for Nancy to help.

Kayleigh slips the strap-on in place with Nancy’s aid, and she relishes in the feeling produced when it pushes down on her pelvis. Nancy tightens the straps as I slowly back away; opening my blouse and slipping the slacks down my legs. Kayleigh’s eyes widen when she sees that I am wearing panties as bright a pink as the rubber of the dildo.

Kayleigh approaches me as I remove the panties. I give voice to a sudden thought; a deliciously wicked thought that comes to my mind unbidden.

“You have to see this Nancy, see how Mommy likes to get fucked.”

I grab Kayleigh’s hand and hold it between my legs, the rubber cock between us getting in the way. I gather her hair in my hands and force her head down to my breasts. Kayleigh eagerly licks one nipple then the other, face pressed into my fleshy chest and moaning with pleasure. My nipples are so erect!

“This is going to be so much fun” I say, as Kayleigh’s tongue rolls around each nipple; teasing with long slow strokes.

I push away from Kayleigh and walk over to the desk. Bending over, I show both girls my ass, pussy exposed and waiting. I tell Kayleigh with my eyes how ready I am; how I want her to bring me to the release I so desperately seek.

She moves behind me, placing her hands on my hips. Slowly, the tip of the rubber cock slides into me, my pussy taking it in to the hilt. Oh, it feels so good! Gradually, Kayleigh builds a rhythm; the friction from the harness on her sex stirs her own arousal yet again.

“So close, so close, so close” I whisper like a mantra. I press my face onto the cool surface of the desk, hair blocking my vision of Nancy staring raptly at the dildo pounding in and out of me. Sliding a hand between my legs, I play with my clit; bringing myself to one thunderous climax; waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Spent, I stand up and turn around, grabbing Kayleigh’s face in a fierce kiss. I turn her toward Nancy, motioning her forward. Almost in a trance, Nancy steps in front of the older teen and drops to her knees. Lovingly, she holds the rubber cock that was just in me and runs her tongue along its length, moaning in pleasure as her hand reaches under her shirt to play with her nipples. Transfixed by the sight of Nancy licking her own mother’s juice off the dildo she wears, Kayleigh reaches the boiling point.

I reach behind her again, slipping my finger under the harness to play with her asshole. I put a finger to Kayleigh’s lips, urging her to wet it for me before returning it to her ass.

With explosive suddenness, Kayleigh cums again for the third time in less than 30 minutes. She collapses on the ground, utterly spent. Nancy cradles the older youth in her lap, cooing softly, asking if Kayleigh enjoyed her punishment.

“Punishment indeed” I chuckle to myself. The little slut got exactly what she wanted!

Kayleigh’s only reply is a beatific smile as she fades into sleep, the sound of the conversation over her lulling her further.

“Well Mom, can we keep her?” Nancy asks; a crooked grin on her face.

“Yes darling.” I reply, the same silly grin on my face. “We have lots to work out and she needs to learn her place beneath us, but yes; we can keep her.”