Submissive Teacher's Humiliation

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

By: Pepper

f/F. ff/F, f/b, b/F humiliation, S/m

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law.

Author's note: Anyone reading in this delicious genre will know soon enough how much of this little story has been brazenly stolen from others. No excuses. The artist takes what she needs.

"The sea hath bounds but deep desire hath none."

Cast of Characters:

Kathy Beale: fifteen year old daughter of Paula Beale. Kathy has recently been getting in touch with her craving to be a sexual dominant. Perhaps now is the time to do something about it. Perhaps her mother will agree.

Paula Beale: 39 year old teacher at Bridewell Academy and mother of Kathy and Bud Beale. Paula's entire sexual life up until this point has been a fruitless and lonely search for fulfillment. That condition is about to change radically.

Bud Beale: thirteen year old brother of Kathy and son of Paula. Bud has recently been rather forcefully put in touch with his need to be dominated sexually by his older sister, and Kathy been more than willing to oblige. Bud also knew there is a wider world of doms out there waiting to put him through his paces, and the boy was looking forward to a time when he would service others as slavishly as he now served Kathy.

Jill Butler: Kathy's fifteen year old classmate, all around amoral brat, and instrument of Kathy's lurid wish fulfillment.

Mike Rogers: seventeen year old bad to the bone boyfriend of Jill and accessory to her brattiness.

Pete Rogers: Mike's father and drug store owner. Pete is titilated by Sandra, but lives to regret it.

Charlotte Rogers: Mike's mother and Paula's good friend. Charlotte becomes Sandra's subservient passport to Pete and his cache of drugs.

Ed Barnard: a friend of Bud's and Kathy's co-conspirator in her little brother's sissyfication.

Pepper: seventeen year old student of Paula. She is the protagonist of this little story, an accomplished dominatrix, and soon-to-be Paula's new Mistress.

Ann Bently: One of Paula's teacher colleagues. Ann, who is 34, is a sadistic dominant. Paula will soon find out all about that. As it turns out, Ann also has a heretofore unresolved submissive streak, that her daughter, Krissie, will take fullest advantage of.

Gracie Pitts: Sandra's seventeen year old best friend and pet store employee par excellence. While Gracie's physique is given to puppy fat, her thoughts are all dog.

Charlotte Rogers: Mike's middle aged mother. When her friend Paula is forced by Sandra to seduce her and Sandra confronts her with the evidence, Charlotte discovers just how truly bad to the bone her son Mike can be.

Headmistress Margaret: The headmistress of Bridewell Academy. This stern 48 year old woman has already established dominant relationships with some of her teachers and not a few of her students as well. She will prove a hard taskmistress for Paula.

Pattie Bartlett: Another teacher at Bridewell Academy. Pattie is 33, single, overweight, and sexually unfulfilled. Pattie will be brought into a wicked circle of submissive sex, but not voluntarily; at least not at first.

Krissie Bently: Ann's 11 year old daughter who is already following in her mother's footsteps and, in fact, is about to overtake them.

Phylis Burke: A fellow student at Bridewell. Phylis is a girl who shares Sandra's hunger to dominate, especially older women. She has already been instrumental in the subjugation of Ms. Pattie Bartlett, and there is every indication that she will get a shot at Ms. Paula Beale as well.

Wendy Robinson: Phylis's eight year old niece, who just loves to play dress up.

Claire Willet: the late-twenties manager of the dress shop where Phylis works. She gets her share of the teengirl's conquests for keeping the customers occupied.

June Spires: the mid-thirties manager of a little shop in the mall. June knows Sandra quite well (actually, she is one of the seventeen year old's subbyslaves) and supplies her with various "toys" including a devilish little strap-on.

Marlene Wells and Kris Bates: two mallrats who get more than they bargained for out of their excursion.

Chapter One:

Fifteen year old Kathy Beale tossed and turned in her sleep. She was having 'the dream' again. Her young, athletic body was drenched in sticky perspiration and there was a seeping dampness at her pantied crotch. Her long, smooth legs splayed wide on her bed and her sensuous hips thrust against the mattress in a perverse mimicry of sexual intercourse. Kathy had been having "the dream" almost every night now. Ever since she had accidently stumbled on her mother's secret journals, and had read them. Ever since she had come to know her mother's deepest secrets. Ever since that knowledge had led Kathy to her own deepest secrets.

In 'the dream,' Kathy was leaning over her 39 year old mother, Paula -- her bare naked mother -- maliciously pinching and tweezing her pink areolas and nipples with her long fingernails. Kathy's mother lay there below her on her bed; shamelessly abetting her daughter's torture by submissively holding up her own big breasts so that Kathy could get at them more easily; grimacing in subservient agony as Kathy continued to play her depraved, sadistic little games of nipplepull and breastpinch.

In 'the dream,' Paula moaned and writhed seductively under her sadistic daughter's ministrations. Kathy's mother pleaded with her again and again in a vain attempt to wheedle the young girl into forsaking her endless tormenting and teasing for the sexual release that her mother longed for so desperately.

In 'the dream,' instead of giving into her mother's ravenous desire for release, Kathy merely applied more and more painful pressure to Paula's abused nipples and her mother's moans turned into high-pitched little pigsqueals and grunts of submissive despair, pain, and frustration. And in 'the dream' Kathy smiled sweetly in response to her mother's continuous shrieks of pain and humiliation and then she twisted Paula's sensitive nipples all the harder.

No matter how it started, 'the dream' always ended the same way. Paula would be lying naked and helpless across her queensize bed, glowing with sex sweat, whimpering in self-induced frustration, teasing herself mercilessly with her thrusting fingers, but never being able to reach a climax. All the while, Kathy watched, but did absolutely nothing to help her mother find release.

The frustrated, sex crazed woman would be squeezing her own big breasts, pinching her own erect nipples between thumb and forefinger, groping her own vulva with insistent and probing fingers, licking the droplets of sexmoisture off her own fingertips, shamelessly hunching her crotch against her bed coverlet, gyrating her broad hips so that her sensitive little clitoris frictioned along the coverlet's satinsmooth surface, grinding her body against the mattress in unfulfilled desperation. In short, Paula Beale was in heat.

In 'the dream,' Paula's grabbing hands clawed hungrily at her own defenseless crotch. Her moist, sticky fingers slid along the puffy outer lips of her labia, then palpated her enlarged clitoris. Two, then three slender digits plunged deep into her cloying vagina and moved in and out like the needle of an electric sewing machine; insisting, jabbing, demanding.

But despite all her desperate self ministrations, Kathy's 'dream mother' never ever attained fulfillment on her own. Instead, Paula wriggled and writhed around on the bed and mewled and yowled piteously. She squirmed, and turned, and twisted her luscious naked body on the bed; looking up at her daughter with base, degrading hunger in her eyes and a desperate plea on her full lips. Again and again, she pleaded with Kathy to confer release upon her, to finally force her over the edge to orgasmic emancipation through the administration of equally strong doses of perverse physical pleasure pain and psychosexual dominance.

In 'the dream,' Kathy at first resisted Paula's entreaties sternly, teasing her mother mercilessly by making her beg for it over and over and over again. Just like Paula had confided in her secret journals that she wanted to be made to beg. And beg Paula did, with all her might, at the top of her lungs. But Kathy still refused to satisfy her mother's craving. Instead, she teased Paula all the more viciously.

But then, when Paula had finally begged long enough and plaintively enough to suit her sadistic daughter's whim; had demeaned and degraded herself completely; had submitted to every pain Kathy could give her; had shamelessly exhibited the most intimate parts of her body; had humiliated herself sufficiently to satiate even Kathy's demonic need to dominate; then and only then would the diabolical fifteen year old girl finally deign to use her own insistent fingers and her wet, hungry tongue to take her mother way past the point of sexual release.

And after Paula had finally recovered from her own near-concussive series of masochistic orgasms brought on by the dissolute ministrations of her 'dream daughter,' the submissive sex toy was ordered to demonstrate her sick gratitude and slavish devotion to her daughter for consummating her sexuality; for setting her free to be a submissive sexual slave to Kathy's sick whims; for exercising total control over her life. Paula was commanded to show her thankfulness in the only way that Kathy would accept.

Then Paula was allowed literally to devour her daughter's genitals and little pink rosette with voracious licks and insatiable slurps from her dutiful slavish mouth. This lascivious devotional continued for a long time until Kathy finally rewarded her mother's efforts with a gush of sex secretions and the little whimpers that accompanied her orgasmic bliss.

But once was certainly not enough for the insatiable fifteen year old. In 'the dream,' Paula continued as before; her eyes wide open and bright with lust; her nostrils flared so that she could inhale all of Kathy's teen girl musk; her long pink Mommy tongue lapping energetically at her daughter's silkysmooth netherlips, licking up every last drop of Kathy dew; until the fifteen year old lust hungry girl finally succumbed again to her mother's sick stimulation and came all over her mother's blissful face.

And still Kathy was not satisfied. So yet again, her 'dream mother' continued to minister to her lust all through the night. And the young girl came again and again and again until there was not one drop of sexdew left inside her.

'The dream' always finished this way, with Kathy completely overcome and undone by a veritable deluge of mother-induced blinding orgasms. At the end, Paula lay on the floor beside the bed, completely exhausted by her sick marathon of servicing her daughter, but blissfully happy in her subservience.

'The dream' was the way that Kathy attained her much needed sexual release each night. Through this sadistic wet dream, a dream, that inevitably resulted in the creation of an enormous stickydamp spot on the sheet between the fifteen year old's slender legs, Kathy found her repose. Now the young girl could sleep peacefully at long last. And the images that her mother's journals had created in her young mind faded, for a time.

But each morning, Kathy would wake up, and remember 'the dream,' and wonder.

Over the past few weeks, ever since she had become acquainted with her mother's secret fantasies.'the dream' had come to her ever more frequently, until it was an almost nightly occurrence. 'The dream' had become so intense and so insistent that Kathy eventually had no choice but to admit to herself what it surely must mean. In some sinister deep recess of her fifteen year old psyche, Kathy Beale desperately wanted and needed her mother to be her submissive little sexslut, Paula's devoted tongue ever busy between her daughter's creamy thighs and her soft hands always devotedly caressing Kathy's pale young body sensuously and lovingly. And Kathy knew deep in her soul that her mother needed it just as much as she did.

At first, the things her dream revealed about her and her mother disturbed Kathy. She didn't really want to be the kind of person who would take sick pleasure in sexually dominating her own mother. No. She wasn't that kind of person at all. Was she.

Yet, as 'the dream' became ever more persistent, Kathy found herself idly wondering just what it would really be like to dominate her mother sexually; to seduce Paula into becoming her lascivious submissive lesbian sex toy, addicted totally and unreservedly to her daughter's charms. Naked, sweaty, and panting under her; her nipples and labia all red and engorged with lustblood; her full lips begging piteously over and over to be allowed to experience those gutwrenching orgasms made possible solely by her dominating daughter's hands and tongue.

Kathy continued to wonder. Should she or shouldn't she. Yet even as the fifteen year old asked herself the question, she already knew the answer. If the right opportunity came along, Kathy would risk it.

Then, of course, the next question was, how could she get away with it. Only time would tell.

In the meantime, Kathy would just have to content herself with sexually abusing and dominating her thirteen year old little brother, Bud. She was already very good at that. For it seems that her little brother kept secret journals of his own. But Kathy had found them anyway. And she had taken them and hidden them away. Then she had had a long talk with her brother.

Yes, Kathy knew all about Bud and his addiction to masochism, and she gleefully had taken full advantage of that knowledge unmercifully to torment the boy sexually. For nearly six months now, Kathy had been messing with his young, impressionable mind; playing pleasurepainfull little sexgames with his privates; handspanking his bubblebutt; vigorously jacking him off to the point of orgasm by roughly twisting and tormenting his little penis and testicles; tightly constraining his little package with scratchy pieces of cord and snug rubber bands; forcing him to wear her own soiled panties (and sometimes ones she pilfered from her mother's hamper as well); and compelling him to indulge her craving for cunnilingus whenever she was in the mood and her mother wasn't around.

Even when she was menstruating. That, of course, was a special thrill for her. And for Bud as well.

As it turned out, Bud the blossoming sissyboy just adored having to submit to his older sister's sick games. He was even to the point, in his overarching need to surrender himself sexually, of wishing and hoping that Kathy would share him with others. He fantasized almost incessantly these days about being the submissive plaything of a group of girls and young women, servicing them all with his tongue and being tormented mercilessly by them. Such fantasies were becoming almost an obsession for the boy.

Here of late, Bud was hankering after the dominance of other boys as well, and, truth be known, of girls and women as well.

Kathy had made the younger child confess to all this during the course of her sex play with him. She kept Bud's dirty little secrets well to the front of her mind as she continued to molest her younger brother in both body and mind. And the fifteen year old knew that so long as she retained his self-incriminating journals in a very safe place only she knew about, Bud would always be hers.

But despite the sexual release Kathy invariably attained by using her little brother as her own personal boytoy, 'the dream' continued to haunt her sleep. As a result, the fifteen year old became almost completely captivated with fantasizing about the various alternatives that she could use to ensnare her mother into the kind of submissive, incestuous relationship that Kathy had grown to long for so desperately; but that so far existed only in her own power hungry psyche. She was almost positive that, if pushed over the edge, her mother would acceed to her own deep desires to become a sexual submisive. So both mother and daughter would fulfil their deepest desires. If only Kathy could find a way.

Then a friend at her middle school provided her the perfect mechanism for attaining at least the first part of her salacious goal.

Kathy's close friend and schoolmate Jill Butler was nothing but a little brat, always getting herself in trouble at home for violating curfews and generally being incorrigible. Jill didn't care; not one bit. All she wanted was to have her own way, play kinky little sex games with her friends, and make her parents leave her alone. She and Kathy had been best friends for years, but had drawn even closer to each other lately around a common desire for independence and power. They also shared an affinity for pussylicking, that they indulged with each other at every opportunity.

Jill's boyfriend of the moment, a high school junior named Mike Rogers, had developed a flawless plan that would give Jill all the power and independence she could stand.

Mike's dad, Pete, was a pharmacist, and Mike occasionally hung around the pharmacy, picking up little tidbits of useful information. Recently, he had heard his dad talking to a customer about the need to be careful when taking a certain prescription drug because it was very potent.

"Mr. Martin, be careful how you handle this stuff. It's a powerful soporific and if you take more than one pill at a time, it will put you out for about ten hours. You'll be 'dead to the world' as they say."

As soon as his dad headed to another part of the pharmacy, Mike snatched up a large handful of the 'sopers' and scampered out the back door with them.

"Here, Jill," Mike said later on that day. "I'm going to dissolve a couple of these in my parent's coffee, and they will be out for a whole night. They won't have a clue about what you and I are doing."

"Kewl," giggled Jill. This was more like it.

And sure enough, the 'sopers' worked just as advertised. In fact, Jill and Mike got so brazen that, within a very short time, they were fucking openly on his living room sofa while his parents, Pete and Charlotte, slept away in total obviousness in their his and hers recliners just across the room. Jill thought it was too way cool to thumb her nose at Mike's strict parents like this. So did Mike.

Jill was so ecstatic over her newfound power that she couldn't help but tell her bestest in all the world girlfriend Kathy about the 'sopers.' As soon as she heard Jill's story, a lightbulb went off in Kathy's conniving little brain.

"May I have some?" Kathy giggled. "I want to use them on my bratty little brother Bud, so he will stay out of my hair."

"Sure," Jill handed over four of the white tablets. "Mike can get me more anytime he wants to."

After a few more minutes of giggling girltalk, Kathy walked away from Jill with a broad smile on her face. The 'sopers' were, of course, not for Bud. She didn't need any outside help to control her brother; he was hers to do with as she pleased. The pills were really for Kathy's mother, Paula.

Next Thursday morning, Kathy got her chance. By a stroke of good luck, Bud announced at the breakfast table that he would be spending the night over at his buddy Ed Barnard's. They were getting ready for a scouting club hiking trip this weekend, and Bud and Ed needed to take the time to get their gear ready.

Kathy giggled under her breath as she imagined the kind of "gear" Bud had to get ready for Ed. It seems that a few weeks before, Kathy had decided on a whim that it would be fun to tell Bud's 14 year old friend Ed about how much of a little sissypoo her brother really was. From then on, Ed had taken over a goodly portion of Bud's sissy training.

Kathy had already made Bud confess that he enjoyed sucking Ed's stiffie boy cock almost as much as he liked sister licking. Therefore, it wasn't much of a stretch for her to surmise that Ed had ordered her little brother to spend the night at his house so that he could molest him a bit before the hike and, of course, demand his due in boy cock sucking.

Paula Beale took the announcement in stride that Bud wasn't going to be home until Friday afternoon, when he would collect his own gear and hook up with Ed and the other boys for their hiking trip.

Paula had two more hard days of teaching at Bridewell Academy ahead of her before Spring Break, and her thoughts were consumed with getting her classes through their assigned studies. She therefore didn't notice Kathy's sly smile that signified that, with Bud's absence from the Beale house that evening, the 'coast was clear' for her own little experiment in mother control and sexual dominance.

The Beale family members went their separate ways that Thursday morning, not realizing that this was the last 'normal' morning they would ever spend together.

When Paula got home that night, exhausted from her long teaching day, she found a plate of yummy looking sandwiches prepared and set on the kitchen table for her by her young daughter.

Paula looked at the inviting plate of food and asked Kathy why she had been so thoughtful.

"Well, Mommy. I knew Bud wasn't going to be home tonight, so why should you go to all the trouble of having to fix a big dinner when it's just going to be the two of us. Besides, I like doing things for my Mommy."

Kathy walked over to where Paula was standing and gave her a big hug. Paula was somewhat taken aback when she felt her fifteen year old's hands slide down her back and caress her plump butt cheeks through the material of her skirt. A little tingle of lust clutched at her loins, but she immediately blocked it out. Paula had kept a high wall between her secret fantasies and her day to day life with her family, friends, and students. She knew that wall must never be brought down. To do so would mean her utter and complete ruin.

Kathy suddenly broke the embrace and stepped back from her mother. Paula thought no more about it, though she might have had she noticed the lustful gleam of lewd anticipation in her daughter's bright eyes.

"Thanks honey." Paula stroked Kathy's long brown hair and then picked up a sandwich and began munching.

"Want a Coke with that, Mommy?" Kathy asked, already pouring a glassfull out of a can, that she had previously doctored with two of the 'sopers.'

"Sure, honey." Paula took the offered cold glass of soda and drank it half way down. "I'm parched as a desert and hungry as a bear."

"Well Mommy, drink up. There's plenty more," Kathy giggled, ecstatic that her mom had taken the bait so easily.

Paula drank and Kathy poured the remaining pop into her glass. Kathy snickered slyly at the realization that her mother was actually going to drink the whole can of doped soda.

Just as Paula finished her sandwich, the 'sopers' began to have their effect.

"Oh Kathy, honey. I'm suddenly so sleeeeeeepy."

"Well, Mommy. Go lie down on your bed and take a little nap. I'll clean up in here and put everything away."

"Good idea, honey," Paula said slowly as she lethargically got up from the kitchen table and stuperously headed for her bedroom. Kathy watched her mom leave the room, a wicked grin all over her face.

Kathy put the food away and waited patiently for almost a half hour before tiptoeing down the hall into her mom's bedroom.

In the halflight cast by the hall fixture, the excited young girl saw her mother lying on her queensize bed on top of the dark blue coverlet. She had obviously been so drowsy that she hadn't even bothered to take off her clothes other than her shoes, that were lying on their sides on the floor by the bed.

"Well, Mommy dearest. First things first."

Kathy walked over to the bed, reached her hand out and pinched the end of Paula's nose sharply. Her mother didn't even stir. It was evident that she was completely out of it.

The slender fifteen year old licked her full lips in lupine anticipation and grinned down at Paula. "You're mine now, bitch, all mine," Kathy gloated triumphantly to herself. "And I know you want it that way too, don't I, Mommiebitch."

The fifteen year old began slowly unbuttoning her mother's thin, white, tight high necked blouse. She knew that her mom never wore a bra to school, and so once the blouse was unbuttoned and pulled aside, Kathy got the full effect of Paula's big tanned breasts. They rode high on her chest, sagging just a little bit against her slightly pudgy midriff. Her areola were light colored and small, like her daughter's; and her nipples were round and firm light pink erasers.

Kathy folded back the white blouse, unable to keep her hands off her mother for another second. She slid her warm right hand over the top of Paula's large left breast, rubbing her soft palm around the pink areola, frictioning the nipple until it stiffened into a hard little nubbin.

The fifteen year old smiled wickedly down at her dozing mother.

"You turn on quick, Mommiekins. Don't you."

As Kathy continued to fondle her mother's fleshy breast, Paula stirred in her drug induced sleep. She began to react instinctively to her daughter's lewd caress. Her body tautened as she stretched languorously.

"Ooohhh Sandra," Paula whispered. "Oh that feels so goooood, Sandra honey."

Listening closely to her mother's whispered sighs, Kathy wondered who this 'Sandra' person might be. As she continued playing with her mom's breasts, Paula kept calling out to 'Sandra' as if she were her lover. Whoever she was, it became obvious to Kathy that her mother subconsciously associated 'Sandra' with sexual desire and fulfillment. And masochistic submission as well. Perhaps 'Sandra' was a fantasy lover, or maybe one of her students from school."

Kathy let it slide for the moment. She had her own sexual desire and fulfillment to attend to, and all at her mother's expense.

Since Paula never wore stockings or pantyhose under her skirts, it was a relatively easy matter for Kathy to pull down her mother's skirt and thereby obtain immediate and total access to Paula's long, shapely legs. Paula even helped, drowsily lifting her hips off the bed like a little girl so her nanny could take off her skirt.

Kathy licked her lips in salacious joy as she stared down at her mother, her blouse wide open revealing her big breasts and her skirt all the way off. No barrier remained to Kathy's making 'the dream' a reality except a pair of thin, silky white panties.

Kathy hesitated at this last barrier. She could still back out. After all, it was her own mother that she was molesting. But no. She would not retreat. She wanted it all.

The fifteen year old slipped warm, insistent fingers inside her mom's pantie waistband and gave a little tug. Once again, the slumbering Paula raised her hips, allowing the panties to glide off her plump butt and her pubes down to her knees and past her ankles.

"Sandra. Oh honey, take meeeee. Pleeeassssse, take your little teacher slut now. I want you soooooo badly."

Paula's whispered pleas for sexual release were just loud enough for Kathy to hear them.

"Wow. I wonder what would happen if I pretended to be this 'Sandra' person." Kathy thought out loud. "Lets just see."

"Yes, Mrs. Beale," Kathy whispered into Paula's left ear. "Sandra is right here."

"Sandra. Omigod, is it really you?" Paula whispersmiled in her sleep. "You're soooo beautiful. I want you soooo badly."

"You want me so badly." Kathy whispered back to her mother.

"Yessssss."

"What do you want to do to me, Mrs. Beale?"

Paula sighed her reply

"Anythinnng you want me to."

Kathy grinned down at her near naked mother. This was much better than she had hoped for. There was clearly a lewd submissive streak in her mom that Kathy had discovered in her secret journals. And now the fifteen-year-old was bringing it out in the open. And that was great news.

Furthermore, it seemed by her actions that her mother's submissiveness was linked to a strong sexual desire to submit to 'Sandra.' Well, Kathy would just have to do something about that.

Kathy pulled away from her mom and quickly got herself completely undressed. When this all started, she had figured that Paula would almost surely put up some modicum of resistance at being molested, even in her drugged state. But it was going to be OK now that Kathy had Paula thinking that her daughter was this 'Sandra' person. Much better than OK, actually.

It was now obvious to Kathy by the way Paula behaved that 'Sandra' was one of her mother's students at Bridewell Academy, and even more obvious that her mother had a serious case of the hots for this teenage girl. How very interesting indeed.

Perhaps someday, Kathy speculated happily as she removed the last of her clothes, the two teengirls would meet in person with Paula present. Here were possibilities that the young girl had never dreamed of.

Kathy, now completely naked, slid onto her mother's bed and lay her lythe body alongside her. Her erect nipples brushed against Paula's tummy, sending a wave of purest lust through the fifteen year old. Kathy was finally going to get to play evil little sexgames with her Mommy. Her mind was all aglow with tempting ideas.

"Sandra."

"Yes, Mrs. Beale. Sandra is right here." Kathy resumed fondling her mom's big breasts with one hand while she slid the other slowly back and forth along her left thigh.

"Sandra," Paula sighed as she spread her legs apart instinctively offering herself to her dream lover.

"Do you want Sandra." Kathy whispered as she flicked her tongue along her mother's earlobe.

"Yeeeeessssssss, I want you, Sandra."

Do you want to suck on my hard little nipples, Mrs. Beale."

"Yes, please let me. Oh please, please."

"OK, baby. Open wide."

Kathy scooted up the bed so that her perky young breasts were even with Paula's slack mouth. Paula raised up in her semiconsciousness and nipped one of her daughter's eraserbuds with her lips.

"Suck my sweet, young tittie, Mrs. Beale," Kathy hissed through clenched teeth. Paula took in the entire stiff girlnipple and areole into her famishing mouth, latched on to the tit just like a baby; and sucked as if there were nothing else in the world.

"Uuuuummmmmm, that's nicccccce, Mrs. Beale."

Paula continued to suckle and stimulate her daughter's breast with slow, strong, rhythmic sucks until Kathy was nearly ready to explode. She pulled back and Paula reluctantly spit out her left nipple. Then she tickled her mother's bottom lip with her right nipple until Paula hungrily latched on.

"I wish I had breastmilk to feed you, Mrs. Beale," Kathy said softly. "I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you."

"Yessssss, Sandra. I would love to drink your milk all up."

"You'd suck me dry. Wouldn't you, baby."

"Yesssss, Sandra; I'd suck you dry."

Paula suckled on her daughterbreast with the same enthusiasm as she had the other one.

Suddenly, Kathy could stand it no longer. She just had to have her mother's mouth in her crotch, slurping away. She pulled back once again, and Paula began mewling like a kitten taken from her mother cat's nipple.

"Do you want something sexy and tasty to put in that hungry little mouth of yours, Mrs. Beale."

"Yeeeeesssssssss, Sandra. Pleeeeeeease."

"How about my little pussypuss; would you like to suck on that for a while, baby."

"Yessssssss, please."

Kathy slid all the way up her mother's bed and squatted lewdly over Paula's face. Her semiconscious mother began to drool in expectation as Kathy's coral colored vulva slowly descended to her waiting open mouth.

"Say 'please, may I'."

"Please, may I," Pasula sighed.

"Ok, baby. Eat me all up."

"Sandra, mmmmmmmmmmmfffffffff."

Kathy rode her mom's face and Paula slurped away on her daughter's dewy labia. Kathy rubbed her sexlips up and down her mom's flushed face from forehead to jaw, hunching her stiff little clittybutton against Paula's nose.

"Mmmmmmmfffff, mmmmmmmmffffff."

"Good girl, Mrs. Beale. Such a goooooood babygirl."

Kathy suddenly had a salacious thought. She raised up off her mom's face, spun around, and shoved her pink little rosette onto Paula's probing tongue. Paula didn't mind at all. She just kept slurping.

"That's a very good babygirl. Lick Sandra's little brownie for her until it's nice and clean."

Kathy was on her knees, facing the foot of her mother's bed. She reached her hands out and began tweezing Paula's stiff nipples. She pinched; she twisted; she pulled on her mom's stiffynipples; she viciously tormented the older woman as Paula continued to slurp away around her daughter's tight rosette for all she was worth.

"Mmmmmmmmmffffff."

"Do you like Sandra playing with your breasts, Mrs. Beale." Kathy spoke out loud to make sure that her mother heard her.

"Mmmmmmmmffffff, mmmmmmfffffff."

"I take that as a 'yes'," Kathy giggled as she bent to her task with renewed vigor.

Paula's laving tongue swirling around her daughter's fundament convinced Kathy that her mom liked the nippletwisting she was receiving very much.

"A little pain always adds to the pleasure. Right, Mrs. Beale."

Drowsy, drugged Paula Beale came up for air.

"Yessssss, Sandra. Hurt meeeeeee. Oh Sandra, honey; hurt me pleeeeease."

"Oh I will, sweetiepie; I will."

Kathy wanted to give her mother something really painful to think about. She therefore left off playing with her breasts, leaned way over her mom's tummy, and began pinching her exposed clitoris between her thumbnail and forefingernail.

"Owwwwww, Sandra. It hurrrrrts. Please Sandra baby. It hurrrrrtttts."

"Yes, Mrs. Beale, it hurts. Get used to it. And while you're at it, get back to licking my little butthole for me. You know you want it."

The somnolent Paula sobbed in humiliation, knowing the truth of the words she had heard. She did want to debase herself. She did want the pain.

Paula immediately returned to her buttlicking, and Kathy returned to blissfully tormenting her mom's genitals.

After a few minutes more of pinching and scratching, Kathy suddenly decided to bring Paula off.

"OK, Mrs. Beale, now if you want your little Sandra to bring you off, you have to lick her little puss puss until she cums all over your slutty face. Understand.

"Mmmmmmmmfffffff."

"Another 'yes'."

Kathy raised up into a squat over her mother's face so that Paula could ream her tight little vagina with her long wet pink tongue. At the same time, she shoved three insistent fingers into Paula's own soppy slit.

Paula bucked up to meet her daughter's thrusts, drenching the girl's fingers in vaginal lubrications. Closer and closer she came to the final explosion.

Kathy pulled her fingers out of her mother's slit and brought them to her nose. She inhaled deeply of her mom's sex musk, then shoved her fingers in her mouth. Paula's cyprean fluid tasted wonderful to her young daughter, and that was just great.

With the heady taste of her mom's pussy in her mouth, and Paula's tongue all over her tight little vagina, Kathy was getting pretty close to orgasm herself. Her mother's insistent tongue was driving the fifteen year old absolutely wild with lust. Kathy squealed like a toddler on Christmas morning.

Kathy's mind was awash with sick lewd thoughts of all the nasty things she would make her mom do to her during the upcoming Spring Break. Now that she knew what a submissive, sex starved masochist her mother was, she felt sure she could seduce her over the weekend without even resorting to any more 'sopers.' Then she would exert her dominance over a fully alert and compliant mother slave. Paula would be made to give herself totally to her daughter, fully aware of exactly what that meant. Fully humiliated, fully degraded, and fully debased. And fully agreeing to everything despite her knowledge of just how wrong and sick it was.

Kathy speculated further as her mother's tongue drove in and out of her wetness. Maybe, she'd even get her sissypoo little brother in on the action, and Jill too, for that matter. What a hoot.

Kathy returned to diddling her mom's vaginal slit, then abruptly thrust three stiff fingers deep into Paula's dripping canal. She swirled her probing fingers inside the slick, sticky walls, that squeezed her fingers in a paroxysm of lust.

For her part, Paula continued to lick and slurp what her drugged mind took to be 'Sandra's' genitals with lewd abandon. In her semiconscious dream state, the teacher so desperately wanted to bring her girl student to orgasm, to please her, to satisfy her, to make her happy.

And after what seemed a very short time, both mother and daughter finally crashed and burned in an inferno of orgasmic bliss.

Paula almost woke up altogether as she came, and came, and came on Kathy's fingers. Kathy jerked her slick vulva all around her mother's face, leaving a sticky snail trail residue of girl lust behind. She cried out again and again in a perverse descant to her mother's own orgasmic wailings.

When they were thoroughly cummed out, mother and daughter lay side by side, Paula slipping slowly back into her drug induced lethargy while Kathy just grinned and schemed.

Kathy lay quietly snuggled next to her mother, happily fantasizing about perverse possibilities yet to come. Occasionally, the fifteen year old would stroke, or pinch, or prod, or tickle her mother's naked and totally accessible body just to prove to herself that she was still in control.

Then, as she absent mindedly fondled her sleeping mother's left breast, Kathy came to feel a deep sense of peace. This was how it should be between a sexy, strong willed daughter and her biddable, submissive mother. It was only right that Kathy should have access to her mom's 'charms' any time she felt horny and wanted to play with her. Kathy dropped off into a sound sleep with these lewd, blissful thoughts swirling around in her head and her mother's left nipple securely suckled into her hungry mouth.

After a time, Kathy woke up, got quietly out of bed, went into the bathroom, and cleaned herself up. She brought a damp washcloth back to her mother's bedroom, and washed all her sticky girl cum off Paula's peacefully sleeping face. Then Kathy cleansed Paula's vulva of her own tacky and musky secretions.

"Thanks 'Sandra,' whoever you are. I hope I get to meet you someday soon," Kathy thought to herself as she eradicated all evidence of her and her mother's recent passion.

"Raise up, Mommiekins so I can get you out of your blouse."

Paula complied sleepily then drifted back into her 'soper' stupor as the fifteen year old vixen covered her mother's now completely naked body with a blanket from the closet. "Let her try and figure that one out when she wakes up," Kathy giggled to herself. The teenager smiled contentedly down at her sleeping mom. "You're mine now, Mommy, all mine; and I'm going to have such fun with you."

With that, Kathy gathered up her clothes, went into her own bedroom, and fell fast asleep.

That night, 'the dream' did not come to trouble her rest.

Friday morning, Kathy followed her usual morning routine as if nothing had happened at all the previous night.

Eventually, Paula came drifting into the kitchen, dressed as always in a highnecked white blouse and dark knee length skirt, her hair still damp from her shower.

"Did you sleep well, Mommy." Kathy asked sweetly from the kitchen table as she placed a toasted bagel on her mother's plate and handed it to her.

"Yes, Kathy. I did sleep well."

"You look real sexy this morning, Mommy. I'm very delighted with how you look." Kathy said softly and matter of factly as she munched around her own bagel. Her eyes never left her mother's own.

"I do?" Paula was taken aback by her daughter's unusual observation.

"Uuuuuuh huhhhhhh. By the way, who's Sandra."

Paula started and stood beside her daughter looking as terrified as a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

After a long pause, "Sandra?"

"Yes, Sandra. Who is she."

"Why, why do you ask?"

"Well, you called out her name in your sleep last night so loud that you woke me up. Who is she."

"I don't know, honey. I was probably having a nightmare," Paula sputtered in embarrassment.

"It didn't sound like a nightmare to me, Mommy. It sounded like you really wanted her for something." Kathy nonchalantly ran her hand along her mother's flank and squeezed her butt just a little through the material of her skirt.

Paula came out of her fear-induced trance in response to Kathy's fondling hand. A little tremor of lust shot through her body followed immediately by a little tremor of anxiety.

But, no. Surely Paula must be mistaken. Kathy wasn't really feeling her up. It just seemed that way.

"Well, gotta get to school, Mommy. See you tonight." Kathy said brightly as she got up from the kitchen table. Then Kathy kissed Paula full on the lips. Despite the fact the Kathy's kiss caught her off guard, Paula instinctively kissed back, and Kathy held her mother in a tight embrace for a long moment, softly rotating her young breasts against her mother's fuller ones. A sexy little moan escaped from Paula's throat as her daughter ran her tongue around inside her mother's mouth. Then the older woman finally pulled herself away from Kathy's embrace.

As she looked at the startled expression on her mother's flushed face, the fifteen year old mock chided herself that she was such a baaaaaad little slutgirl, kissing her Mommy in such a lewd way and rubbing her tits against her mom's. But she loved doing it all the same, and would most likely continue if given half a chance.

"Have a nice day, Mommiekins." Kathy teased as she left for school.

Paula slowly sat down at the kitchen table, and wondered, as she distractedly munched her bagel, just what was happening in her life.

Why had she called out the name of Pepper in her sleep.

But of course; Paula had to admit to herself that she knew why. Although she did not want to admit it, she most definitely knew why. It was a plain and simple fact that Paula Beale lusted after Pepper, one of her students at Bridewell. There were no two ways about it. Paula was absolutely hot for the young girl, and despite everything she could do to stifle her feelings, she just could not stop craving Sandra sexually. Paula was totally humiliated by the fact that she craved Sandra's sexy young body. No teacher should feel that way about a student. It was wrong, sick, and perverse. And worse yet, Paula was sure that Sandra knew all about it too. She could see it in the young girl's bright eyes and in her superior little smirk, and in her taunting words when called upon in class; words designed to ridicule and deride.

Paula had decided that Sandra knew exactly how the older woman felt about her, and that she thought it just so amusing that an older woman like her teacher could actually be so ridiculous. Why should a young fox like Sandra be interested in her?

As Paula left her house for Bridewell Academy, she only hoped that Sandra wouldn't actually try to do anything about her secret knowledge that would humiliate her teacher in class any further than she already had.

And if Paula could get through this last day before Spring Break, she would have a whole uninterrupted week to try to get Sandra our of her mind.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Two:

Seventeen year old Sandra St. George smirked wickedly as she observed Mrs. Beale trying to conceal her lewd interest. All during class, her teacher had sneaked every opportunity she could to look at her. In fact, it was plain that Mrs. Beale just could not seem to keep her eyes off her student.

Sandra had been acutely aware that her eleventh grade science and health teacher was sexually attracted to her almost from the day she first showed up at Bridewell Academy right after Thanksgiving Break. She also knew that her pretty late-thirties teacher was attempting to fight her growing sexual obsession with her student, but seemed to be losing ground each day. As Sandra kept her eye on her teacher, she reckoned by the furtive way that Mrs. Beale ogled her almost constantly now that something must have happened to her last night to push her this far over the edge.

For her part, Sandra didn't mind the furtive glances and confused and embarrassed looks her teacher aimed her way whenever she thought Sandra wasn't looking. On the contrary, Sandra liked the sense of perverse sexual power it gave her to know that her teacher, a grown woman more than twice her age, was having a difficult time keeping her distance.

It even made sense in a sick, addictive sort of way. Sandra did look just exactly like the archetypical teen Lolita. She was young and fresh, tall and slender, with a smoldering sexuality that was just below the surface. She was graceful in her movements and boasted long brown hair and an enticing figure complete with long, tanned legs, nice sized firm breasts, and a perfectly rounded butt.

And, even at only seventeen, Sandra was already quite accomplished at using her many physical assets to get her way with others.

She had learned years ago with her own mother how sexually enticing she could be to certain weak willed people. And with that awareness had come a perverse and passionate desire to dominate, to conquer, to degrade, and to humiliate anyone unlucky enough to become erotically addicted to her.

In point of fact, that's what had gotten her sent to Bridewell Academy in the first place. It seems that she had pushed one of her little conquests (a fellow female classmate at the local, small town high school where she had previously been) just a little too far, merely to satisfy a whim to see to what depths of disgrace and degradation she could take her little sex toy. As the result of a particularly demeaning session where Sandra compelled her young girl slave to become extremely intimate with her family doggie, the poor child had ended up in a little padded cell at the local mental health facility where she would probably spend the remainder of her shattered life.

While nobody in authority could prove conclusively that it was Sandra who had driven her little friend over the edge, there was enough suspicion and angry gossip floating around her small town that her father, who had his own suspicions about the nature of the relationship between Sandra and her mother, decided to bundle her off out of state to a school for "troubled" young girls.

So here she was at Bridewell, missing her Mommiekins and just itching for her next conquest. Sandra considered it both funny and tantalizingly wicked that a full grown woman such as Mrs. Beale might well be it. But then again, Sandra did have a preference for older women. Didn't she?

In point of fact, Mrs. Beale had sparked Sandra's sick and nasty interest from the first day she stepped into the teacher's classroom. Here was a grown woman who practically radiated repressed submissiveness. And Sandra's keen instincts for such things homed right in.

What a delicious thought it was for seventeen year old Sandra St. George to imagine having this latently submissive adult woman writhing under her total sexual thrall. And Sandra had more than a few reasons to think that such a delectable state of affairs might just eventuate; quite soon in fact. After all, she had seen all the telltale signs before. It was actually quite amusing how hard her mother had struggled before surrendering completely. Perhaps Mrs. Beale would struggle just as hard. Wouldn't that be fun?

Sandra had noticed from the first , that, for a teacher, especially one whose classes were composed of "troubled teen girls," Mrs. Beale was unusually undemonstrative in her manner, almost to the point of diffidence toward her students. She never raised her voice, even when occasionally goaded or taunted by some of the more unruly among her students. Sandra surmised that the only reason discipline was enforced at all in Mrs. Beale's classes was the universal fear among the girls at Bridewell Academy of Headmistress Margaret Wills. Headmistress Margaret punished any infractions of the school's rules herself, and her punishments were well noted for their swiftness and painfulness. But if it had been left solely to Mrs. Paula Beale to enforce discipline, Sandra was certain that total chaos would reign in her classroom.

Not only did Mrs. Beale's tentative manner lead Sandra to conclude that she might be a closet submissive, the teacher's habit of dress also belied a conservative, even a dependent nature, for it was remarkably unassuming; consisting entirely of knee length dark colored skirts and high button white blouses. Furthermore, there was altogether about Mrs. Beale's dress an air of repressed and almost embarrassed sexuality that evidenced itself in ways that were all to obvious to Sandra. First of all, Mrs. Beale never wore a bra even though her breasts were large and her erect nipples were clearly visible as they pressed against her thin blouses whenever she wrote anything on the white board. Second of all, the teacher never wore either stockings or pantyhose to cover her long, shapely legs. Sandra's discerning and lascivious eye observed, therefore, that, save for her panties, Mrs. Beale was almost completely naked under her outerwear when she came to class each day. Sandra could foresee a time in the future when, if her lewd plans for Mrs. Beale turned out right, that she would make her teacher come to class without even that last protection of her modesty. The possibility of having the power to order her teacher to come to class without her panties excited the seventeen year old no end. And it led to other speculations even more intreaguing.

Sandra knew without a doubt that at some deep level of her consciousness, Mrs. Beale was, by the way she dressed, offering herself up sexually to anyone who would notice; even to one of her students. But, up until Sandra, there had been no takers. The girls in Mrs. Beale's classes couldn't have been bothered. They had other interests than seducing her and enslaving her sexually. Sandra was determined to change all that.

Mrs. Beale's conservatively brazen mode of dress, combined with the teacher's shy and tentative nature, revealed to Sandra St. George a woman repressed sexually at a very primal level; a woman who was subconsciously longing desperately for someone to come along and bring her out into the full bloom of sensual submissiveness.

And Sandra had decided some weeks ago that she was just the girl to do it.

Over the past few weeks, Sandra had put her theory about Mrs. Beale's repressed submissiveness to the test. Now she smiled to herself as she remembered how mercilessly she had teased and tormented this attention starved teacher of hers. How she had "accidentally" brushed up against her both front and rear while in class going to and from the whiteboard, and in the hall between classes. How she had let the back of her hand trail fleetingly along Mrs. Beale's hip, or her derriere, or the side of her breast as she went past. Sandra remembered even better how Mrs. Beale had reacted to her sly and sexy ministrations; the involuntary shudders, the sudden sucking in of breath, and barely audible moans. What fun; what great fun indeed Sandra was having teasing and abusing her oh so hungry teacher this way. Oh yes. Sandra could plainly see it; the hunger in the older woman's eyes. Could it be possible that teacher dear was ready for the next step.

Never one to let an opportunity to sink her claws in a little deeper go by, Sandra waited watchfully for Mrs. Beale furtively to glance her way once again. Then the girl slowly and deliberately spread her long satin legs under her desk, pushing her slit skirt wide open in a sort of natural pose of languid relaxation.

Sandra was certain that Mrs. Beale, standing at the front of her row, could now see up her skirt all the way to her panty clad crotch. The sudden jerk of her teacher's head and stumbling pause in her droning lecture on first aid proved that Sandra had scored big time. Her next catch was wriggling on the hook, just waiting to be reeled in.

On instinct as much as whim, Sandra decided that today would be the perfect day to begin the long and heavenly process of bringing Mrs. Beale under her complete sexual control. Mentally, Sandra licked her lips in wicked anticipation of all the degrading and debasingly lustful things she would eventually drive her teacher to do. She sat quietly with her legs wide spread under her desk until the end of class. Just keeping the hook baited and biding her time.

Sandra was not the only girl in the classroom to notice that Mrs. Beale continued to falter in the delivery of her lecture whenever she chanced to look Sandra's way. It was so obvious to those girls who, because of their own similar experiences with seduction and sex hunger , knew the telltale signs. Yes, yes. Mrs. Beale sure had it bad, all right. How cute.

Even Mrs. Beale's own awareness of her growing inability to concentrate on her teaching could not prevent her from continuing surreptitiously to look up Sandra's skirt at every opportunity. The other girls in the classroom who noted Mrs. Beale's increased inability to focus on the subject at hand recognized that, to all intents and purposes, their teacher had lost all track of everything and everyone in the classroom in her unabashedly urgent desire to feast her eyes on Sandra's long tanned legs just one more time. Then just one more time after that.

These girls exchanged smirks and knowing glances. While they might not want to play with her themselves just yet, they were certainly happy to watch Sandra make a fool out of their oh so prim teacher. Mrs. Beale didn't even notice them.

As she lost more and more of her self control and gave in to the overwhelming need to see as much of Sandra's siren legs as she could, little beads of perspiration formed on Mrs. Beale's forehead and upper lip. Sandra delightedly watched as the little drops of sweat fell from Mrs. Beale's flushed face onto her white, high-collar blouse. This was even better than she had hoped for. Her prey was most definitely hungry for her. That fact was becoming more and more evident. Sandra was fascinating her teacher, and Mrs. Beale was becoming increasingly powerless to resist.

While Mrs. Beale remained unaware of the effect her distractedness was having on her class, Sandra took full cognizance of it. The seventeen year old saw right away that Mrs. Beale's stumbling and fumbling was creating a salacious atmosphere in the room and that was having a predictable effect on the other girls in the class. Some of the more clever ones, especially Sandra's best friend Gracie Pitts, had long since figured out the cause of the poor, agitated teacher's growing distress. But far from feeling any pity for their teacher, these clever teenage girls began daydreaming about how they themselves could cash in on this new and perverse shift in power from Mrs. Beale to Sandra St. George. Only time would tell.

Suddenly the end of class bell rang and the lewd spell that Sandra had cast over Paula Beale was broken. The classroom erupted in a flurry of sound and movement as the girls scrambled for the door and freedom. Paula came to herself, blushing at the humiliating way she had let Sandra get to her. Thank heaven it was the final class of the day and the final day of the week, with the week-long Spring Break just ahead. Everything was going to be alright.

But Sandra had the hook set, and she wasn't planning to let go of her latest catch. She leaned even further back in her desk chair, her long smooth legs spread as wide apart as her skirt would allow, and waited contentedly as the rest of the girls scrambled out of the room. She acknowledged Gracie's wave of goodbye with a languid smile and nod that made the other girl giggle. As the classroom emptied out, the seventeen year old allowed her mind to wander, daydreaming about possible plans for the next week; plans that most definitely involved her shy, quiet, desperate little teacher.

Now was clearly the time to reel in her catch.

When there was no one left in the room but herself and her teacher, Sandra slowly stood up and strolled over to Mrs. Beale's desk.

At Sandra's approach, Mrs. Beale blinked and looked quizzically up at her student with the beginnings of a tremble on her lips. Sandra just stood there beside the desk, smiling broadly and looking down at her teacher, who was becoming thoroughly distracted by the physical closeness of her tantalizing student. It was plain as day that Mrs. Beale was becoming increasingly uncomfortable having Sandra standing so close to her. The older woman instinctively sat back further in her chair and tried to avoid eye contact.

Instead of looking at Sandra, Mrs. Beale glanced furtively back and forth between the belt clasp at Sandra's waist, which was at her eye level, and the open door to her classroom. Sandra saw the confusion and uncertainty on her teacher's face and stepped back a pace or two, allowing Mrs. Beale plenty of room to escape if that was what she really, really wanted to do.

Sandra looked directly at her teacher and said quietly "leave or stay, make up your mind."

Mrs. Beale caught her breath and tried to regain control, pretending not to have heard.

"Sandra, dear; I think you had better leave now. I still have some work to finish before Spring Break."

Instead of backing away any further, Sandra reached over and picked up a pencil off of her teacher's desk. The young girl began flicking it back and forth in her fingers. Mrs. Beale stared at the flickering pencil as if mesmerized, until Sandra deliberately dropped it to the floor. Sandra looked directly down at Mrs. Beale.

"Pick it up for me," the seventeen year old said quietly but firmly.

The startled teacher just sat there stark still trying not to look at her student.

"Lean over right now, Mrs. Beale, and pick that pencil up for me."

Mrs. Beale shuddered in her chair and looked down to where the pencil lay on the classroom floor just in front of Sandra's shoes. As she looked back up, Mrs. Beale's hungry eyes traveled along Sandra's luscious, smooth, young legs. The teacher unconsciously wet her lips with the very tip of her tongue.

"Go on. Lean down and pick up the pencil for me, Mrs. Beale."

Suddenly, the teacher found herself leaning far over until her face was just inches away from her student's bare legs. Mrs. Beale stared and stared at the intoxicating sight. She had never dreamed that she would be so lucky as to get this close to Sandra's smooth calves. She just could not tear her eyes away. A hot flush spread over her face as she heard Sandra giggle.

"You like what you see. Don't you, Mrs. Beale."

Sandra's tone was one of condescending amusement. She knew that Mrs. Beale was probably wetting herself at the sight of her luscious legs. To emphasize her power to mesmerize, Sandra moved just a little bit closer to her bent over teacher's face so that her sweet calves were barely touching her. Mrs. Beale let out a little whimper as she felt the smooth teenage skin against her cheek.

"Well. Answer me. Or are you just too stupid to tell me how much you like looking at my legs?"

Mrs. Beale cringed at Sandra's taunts and insults. She did not want to answer, but she could not prevent the damning words from escaping her lips.

"Yes, Sandra."

"Yes, what, Mrs. Stupid."

Mrs. Beale's heart was pounding inside her.

"Yes, Sandra. I like what I see."

Sandra giggled again.

"Yes indeed, Mrs. Stupid. I can tell that you really do like what you see. Maybe you're not so stupid after all.

Mrs. Beale just kept staring at Sandra's legs. She didn't care how much the young girl insulted her or taunted her, just so long as she could keep looking.

Sandra pulled the web a little tighter.

"But can you imagine how much you would really like what you can't see..., yet."

Sandra placed her right hand softly on the top of her teacher's head, grasped a handful of hair, and slowly pulled Mrs. Beale's head so that her cheek slid up her legs until she stopped just above the knee. Mrs. Beale's cheek now rested against the material of her student's skirt and she could feel the heat of her young thigh through the material.. It was everything that the older woman could do not to reach out and lift up that skirt. She wanted so much to beg the girl's permission to see absolutely everything under Sandra's skirt.

"Maybe, if you're a good girl. I'll let you see more of my legs. Do you want to see more, Mrs. Beale."

Mrs. Beale looked up expectantly at her student standing so imperiously above her. Sandra smiled down sweetly.

Mrs. Beale nodded her head 'yes.'

Sandra giggled and let her teacher's head drop back to her ankles. Mrs. Beale stayed in that position for a while, trying to regain her composure. Then, the flustered teacher remembered why she was leaning over. She was there to obey. She slowly picked up the pencil from the floor and brought it back up to eye level with her student.

Sandra smiled sweetly, reached out her hand, and took the pencil away from her teacher. As a reward for good behavior, Sandra spun around a couple times in front of her teacher. Her school skirt belled out, and Mrs. Beale got just a flash of Sandra's long, beautiful legs all the way up to her pantied crotch. That mere glimpse turned the teacher ravenous to see more.

"Very good, Mrs. Beale. See. You can be taught to obey. Can't you?"

At the sound of the word 'obey,' Mrs. Beale shuddered all over her body. How could Sandra see through her so perfectly? How could her student know her secret inner desires so well? Mrs. Beale sat back in her desk chair, her breathing heavy and ragged, her frantic mind wondering just what her student had meant, and what she had planned.

Sandra did not allow her anxious teacher time to dwell on her last words or their salacious implications. Sandra knew that the best way to exert her will upon Mrs. Beale was to keep the poor woman constantly off balance; always wondering, always guessing, always hoping, always fearing.

"Are you going somewhere over break, Mrs. Beale?" Sandra sweetly coaxed.

The teacher gulped and answered.

"No.... No, I'm just staying home with the children. A little quiet time to rest up."

Sandra perceived the growing sense of foreboding in Mrs. Beale as their eyes finally met, but she also perceived a growing sense of longing as well. There was longing and a faint hope that her need for this girl would soon be satisfied.

The two emotions, foreboding and longing, fought for control inside Paula's tormented brain. Sandra could see the struggle in Mrs. Beale's eyes. Sandra knew ways to make sure the longing won out over the foreboding.

The seventeen year old girl could plainly discern Mrs. Beale's sweet anxiety at having this delicious girl student standing so near with no one else around. Her anxiety intensified, but so did her hunger in equal measure. Why did this young girl make her feel this way? Why couldn't she make eye contact? Why did she so desperately want the girl to pay her some kind of lascivious attention? Why did she want to submit?

Mentally gritting her teeth, Mrs. Beale made one more attempt to get hold of herself. How could she be thinking lascivious thoughts about one of her charges? Shame on her! She just had to reassert her status as teacher before things really got out of hand. She had to restore her own self respect. The teacher straightened up in her seat and assumed a bold front.

"Please Sandra," Mrs. Beale mustered her best teacher voice. "You'll have to leave now."

Sandra recognized by her shift in body language and the forced tone of her voice that Mrs. Beale was attempting to regain control of her emotions and desires. But that could not be allowed to happen; now that Sandra was so close to conquering her teacher and turning her into a devoted sexual subservient. The seventeen year old shifted her stance, thus allowing Mrs. Beale to see one of her long, sleek legs almost all the way up to her crotch as her skirt slit slid aside. The stunned teacher gasped at the erotic sight of her student's sexy leg so close to her. God help her. This was what she craved.

"Do you want me to drop the pencil again and make you pick it up one more time for me, Mrs. Stupid?"

Mrs. Beale looked up at her tormentress. Sandra just stood there, haughty and aloof, the question hanging in the air between them. Mrs. Beale finally lowered her eyes.

"No, Sandra," the older woman timidly whispered.

Sandra slowly and deliberately reached out her hand and placed it on the top of Mrs. Beale's shoulder. That mere touching sent an overpowering charge of raw lust through Mrs. Beale's body that shattered her bold demeanor into tiny fragments.

"That's my good girl. You see, I don't want to leave you just yet, baby girl. I don't want to go anywhere right now," Sandra purred." "I want to stay right here with you."

Mrs. Beale sucked in her breath sharply as Sandra began sliding her warm hand back and forth along her teacher's collarbone, teasingly close to her slender neck and the top of her ample breast.

"Please, no," Mrs. Beale whispered. Her heart was fluttering in her breast.

"But I want to touch you. Oh, and you don't really mind if I call you baby girl from now on, do you? Since it's only just the two of us and all right now at least. I kind of like the name baby girl, myself. I think it suits you."

Mrs. Beale shivered, but didn't answer.

"Well, do you mind?"

The teacher just sat there while Sandra continued to touch her shoulder.

"No," the older woman whispered. "I don't mind."

"I didn't really think you would, baby girl."

Sandra stared hard at her teacher and made firm eye contact as her hand slowly and deliberately moved across her flesh.

"Please, don't look at me that way." Mrs. Beale begged. Her neck and upper chest were flushing with embarrassment.

Sandra continued to move her hand slowly.

"Why shouldn't I look at you any way I want to? I've been looking at you every day since I came in this classroom, Mrs. Beale. And you have been looking at me too. Haven't you baby girl?

Paula tried with all her will to break eye contact with her student, but she just couldn't manage it.

"Well, haven't you?"

Paula could not prevent the word from escaping her lips.

"Yes."

"You're such a nasty little baby girl, aren't you? To think that a grown up woman teacher would look at her young girl student that way. How shocking."

Sandra giggled again.

"Oh yes. I know all there is to know about you. That's just why I want to stay right here with you. You remind me so much of my Mother."

Sandra giggled again at the thought of how alike the two women were.

Mrs. Beale began to tremble like a frightened mouse overshadowed by a hawk's wing.

Sandra smiled and continued to move her hand around her teacher's body. Mrs. Beale whimpered but did nothing to make her student stop.

"I want to keep touching you, baby girl. You see. I like touching you."

Mrs. Beale's eyes glazed over. Sick desperate pangs of sexual hunger rose up within her to overwhelm everything else. Her breathing came in a series of pants. Her panties were soaked with sex lust.

Her mind wrapped itself around what her student had just said. Sandra had really said it. She 'liked' touching her teacher's body.

But Mrs. Beale was so very afraid. Ruin, complete ruin, flashed across her mind. Where would this end?

"Please Sandra; don't," the forlorn teacher whispered plaintively.

Mrs. Beale knew deep in her soul that allowing her student to touch her in this manner was so wrong, but her body's craving was driving her against her will to beg her student to continue to touch her. Tears of embarrassment flowed down her flushed cheeks and her full lips began to tremble again.

"Don't what, little baby girl."

"Please don't touch me any more. Please, Sandra, please."

"But I like touching you. I already told you that, Mrs. Stupid." Sandra smiled serenely down at her timorous teacher and continued slowly and deliberately to move her hand along the older woman's shoulder.

"You're such an insatiable little baby girl, aren't you. Oh yes, I can always tell. Despite all your protests and despite all your begging me to stop. I can just tell that you are really enjoying this. You're just like my Mother. Aren't you?"

"No, I'm not," Mrs. Beale whispered as she shook her head 'no' over and over. Yet her body continued to wriggle at her student's salacious touch. The distraught teacher's mind flashed a series of shame filled representations of her surrendering herself unreservedly to the lewd whims of her student. She just could not seem to get these images out of her head. Her obsession was taking over, blocking out her better judgment.

Sandra saw that she was winning and leaned her head down close to her teacher's ear.

"Now I'm going to ask you a nasty little question, Mrs. Beale. And you have to answer me truthfully, no matter what. Do you understand, baby girl?"

Oh God. What was Paula going to be forced by this tormenting girl to admit to?

"Yes, Sandra," Mrs. Beale replied in a monotone, as if she were hypnotized.

Sandra leaned even lower and whispered.

"Are you by any chance Mrs. Beale leaving a nasty little wet spot on your chair, baby girl.

The distracted teacher blushed even deeper. She could feel the sex moisture seeping out of her slit and through her tight panties. She could not deny it to herself or to Sandra.

"Yes," Mrs. Beale finally answered the question.

Tears were still flowing over her cheeks, but the tremble of the teacher's lips was less as she was becoming used to the idea of Sandra hovering over her like some bird of prey. Sandra was now certain from past experience that while her catch might continue to fight the hook, she was well and truly caught. Now was the time to reel her in.

"Please Sandra, please," Mrs. Beale shuddered as she felt her resistance melting away. "I don't want you to touch me any more. Please."

"Why not, baby girl?" Sandra purred as she licked the inside of Paula's ear.

"I just don't want you to. I just want to go home to my children and have a nice, quiet Spring Break."

"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you any more, Mrs. Beale. Really sure." Sandra slowly began removing her hand from her teacher's shoulder. Here was the time of testing. Sandra was giving her teacher an ultimatum.

"Because if that's what you really want, baby girl: I'll stop, even though I really like touching you. And you like it, too. Don't you? At least enough to get your sweet little panties all wet over it."

Sandra smiled sweetly and licked her full lips.

"And you do look to me like you really do want me to touch you some more."

Sandra's voice was husky with lust.

"I know you look at me in class, and from the way you look at me, I really think you do want me to touch you some more. Don't you think so too, you nasty little baby girl, you?"

Mrs. Beale hesitated, confusion and embarrassment all over her flushed face. The sex hunger grew strong within her once more. It was true what Sandra said. She really didn't want the sexy young girl to take her hand away. Her conscience was in retreat.

"Uhmmm, Sandra," Mrs. Beale whispered. "Perhaps I was a bit hasty."

Sandra smiled ever so sweetly and moved her hand in larger circles on her teacher's shoulder. Now she was actually touching Mrs. Beale's breast just at the beginning of the swell.

"So now you're telling me that you DO want me to touch you some more, is that right, Mrs. Beale."

Mrs. Beale shook herself, trying to clear her head.

"Yes Sandra; I think so."

Mrs. Beale was speaking so softly that Jame almost could not hear her.

"You think so, baby girl."

"Yes, Sandra."

"You THINK so."

Sandra's hand slowly petted her teacher's flesh; teasing, tantalizing, tormenting with lewd promise of unmentionable things yet to come.

A hot tear streamed down Mrs. Beale's cheek. No matter what it cost her later, she just had to have more of Sandra's hand on her body right now.

"Yes, please."

"Yes please what."

"Yes please touch me some more."

"So now you want me to keep touching you; is that right, you nasty little baby girl, you. You're so bad. Letting one of your own students feel you up like this."

The sex need was growing more and more powerful within Mrs. Beale despite her now feeble attempts to thwart it. The desire to surrender was now so great.

"Yes, Sandra. Please keep touching me. Yes, please."

Sandra smiled.

"But isn't it bad for a teacher like you to beg one of her students to feel her up?"

Mrs. Beale knew Sandra was right. But she could not resist any longer.

"Yes, Sandra. I'm bad. But please keep touching me. Please."

Sandra smiled.

"Ok, you bad baby girl. But just where do you want me to touch you?"

Mrs. Beale hesitated again. She didn't want to have to say it. She just wanted Sandra to feel her up. But the look in her domineering student's eyes told her she had to say it out loud or Sandra would stop.

"Anywhere."

"Anywhere, baby girl?"

"Yes Sandra, anywhere."

"You mean you really, really want me to touch you some more, baby girl? You want me to grope you like we were in the back seat of a car on Lover's Lane or something?"

"Yes, Sandra," Mrs. Beale whispered; shuddering in a welter of lust and fear.

Sandra stopped moving her hand and let it press against the top of the teacher's breast. Mrs. Beale started at the sudden cessation of Sandra's hand movement.

"You're such a nasty little baby girl. Aren't you, Mrs. Beale?"

Mrs. Beale sucked in her breath but said nothing.

"Aren't you a nasty little baby girl," Sandra insisted.

Sandra was making it plain as day that if Mrs. Beale wanted any more attention from the girl she would have toconfess.

"Aren't you?"

"Yes, Sandra."

"Yes, what?"

Mrs. Beale gulped.

"Yes. I'm such a nasty little baby girl."

Sandra looked the older woman straight in the eye.

"That's right. You're a nasty little baby girl. But WHOSE nasty little baby girl are you from now on, Mrs. Beale?"

Sandra's hard eyes bored into the very soul of her frightened teacher.

"Tell me, right this minute."

Mrs. Beale shook her head.

"Tell me, or I'll stop."

The teacher shuddered.

"I'm YOUR nasty little baby girl, Sandra."

"And that means you want me to touch you anywhere on your entire nasty little baby girl teacher body I might want to, doesn't it, baby girl?"

"Yes." Mrs. Beale whimpered.

The distracted teacher looked down at Sandra's hand that was now most definitely touching her large, heaving breast through the thin material of her blouse. Oh how desperately she craved more of Sandra's sweet, salacious attention. Nothing else in the world mattered to her just then, nothing at all.

"You mean I can touch your baby girl nose, or your baby girl ears, or your baby girl fingers, or your baby girl leg, or even your little baby girl piggy toes," Sandra giggled down at her tormented teacher.

"Yes, Sandra."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sandra."

"Now are you really, really sure you want to surrender to me?"

"Yes, Sandra."

"Then go ahead and beg me for it, teacher dear. Go on. Beg me to touch you. Beg like the horny little baby teacher slut you are. You know you want to."

Mrs. Beale shuddered to her very soul. But then, she came to understand that she really had no choice but to beg.

"Please, Sandra. Please, please touch me. I'm begging you to touch me."

Sandra put her other hand against her teacher's tearstreaked cheek and slid her palm along it until her fingers rested against Mrs. Beale's full lips.

"Suck, baby girl."

Mrs. Beale immediately opened her mouth and Sandra pushed her index finger inside. Mrs. Beale closed her lips around the girl's finger and began to suck on it.

"Lick my finger for me, you nasty little baby girl, you."

The older woman ran her ravenous tongue around and around the intruding finger that Sandra was now sliding slowly in and out of her mouth.

"That's a good girl," Sandra cooed as she patted her teacher's head, just as she would an obedient pet. Then she placed her hand back on the older woman's shoulder so she could keep stroking the hot flesh.

"And now I want to see your legs, baby girl, and I mean all the way up to your crotch, too. Don't you want me to look at your legs, baby girl? Don't you want to know whether I think they're sexy enough teacher legs for me or not?"

Wanton, salacious images flashed through the agitated teacher's fevered brain.

"Ummmmm hummmmm," Mrs. Beale hummed her assent from around Sandra's stabbing finger.

"Good. That's my good little baby girl."

"Now slide all the way back in your chair and push back from the desk like the good little exhibitionist slut you are, baby girl."

Mrs. Beale immediately slid back in her desk chair and rolled it back from the desk until she was well away from it. Oh how she wanted to obey and please this girl with whom she was so obsessed.

As Mrs. Beale slid back from her desk, Sandra removed her finger from the older woman's mouth and dislodged her other hand from her teacher's shoulder. While Mrs. Beale was most definitely desolated by the loss of her student's tantalizing hand, she reveled in the knowledge that very soon now, she would be showing the girl her long, smooth legs. She so desperately hoped that Sandra would like them.

"That's right. Now be a good little slut baby and pull that skirt of yours all the way up to your waist so I can get a real good look. You do want me to admire your sexy legs. Don't you."

Mrs. Beale blushed all over her body as she did as Sandra instructed. When she had rooked her skirt hem to her waist, Sandra placed her hand on the top of her teacher's tanned, smooth thigh, then she slid it slowly from her knee all the way to her panty-covered crotch.

Mrs. Beale shuddered at the wanton touch of her student's hand. Oh how she needed that hand on her leg, and oh how she hoped that Sandra would not be content merely to stop there.

"Mine, all mine," Sandra cooed softly to herself as she felt up her teacher's well muscled thighs and all around her panty gusset.

"You know, baby girl. You do have sexy legs. And aren't these sexy legs of yours all mine, baby girl?"

Mrs. Beale beamed when she heard that her student thought she had sexy legs.

"Yes, Sandra."

"Say it right, baby girl, or I'll stop feeling you up right this minute."

Mrs. Beale knew she would just die if Sandra stopped feeling her up.

"Yes, Sandra. My sexy legs are all yours."

Sandra giggled softly again, then suddenly turned very serious.

"And do I understand you correctly, baby girl. You agree that I can touch you anywhere and everywhere on this hot teacher slut baby girl body of yours that I want to?"

Mrs. Beale was shocked by Sandra's language, but she just had to have more of the girl's fondling.

"Yes, Sandra," the older woman whispered.

"Even these big floppy udders of yours."

Before Mrs. Beale could answer, Sandra had unbuttoned the top two buttons of Mrs. Beale's blouse and was sliding her forefinger down into her open blouse along the deep cleavage between the two firm breasts."

Mrs. Beale was so very hungry. She just had to have more of Sandra's lewd attention.

"Yes, Sandra."

"How about your plump baby girl butty butt. You've waved that thing in my face enough times to make me really want to feel your butt up. Don't you want me to, baby girl? Don't you want me to feel up your nice, sexy butt?"

Mrs. Beale shuddered again, partly from Sandra's words and partly from the erotic sensations the seventeen year old's fingers were causing in the older woman.

"Yes, Sandra."

"And do I understand also that I can even feel up your furry little baby girl puss puss and your tight little baby girl butt hole if I want to, hmmmmmmm?"

Mrs. Beale shuddered all over her body as her irrepressible sexual need decided the matter for her. She just had to have Sandra's hands on her. There was no turning back for her. She had to have Sandra's hands all over her; anywhere Sandra wanted; anytime Sandra wanted.

"Yes, Sandra, anywhere you want."

"And any time I want, baby girl."

"Yes, Sandra; any time you want."

"Then pull those silly teacherpanties of yours down like a good little slut and show me your nasty little pussy. I might just want to touch it if it's sexy enough."

A great sigh of salacious expectation escaped the older woman's lips as she shamelessly reached down, lifted her butt off the chair and slid her pale white panties off her hips down to her knees, just as if she were about to take a pee in the women's room.

Sandra could plainly see that her teacher's vagina was surmounted with soft brown curls that matched her hair color. The seventeen year old smiled.

"So you are a natural, huh, bad girl. Some of the girls have been wondering. Now I can tell them that I know you are for sure."

"Yes, Sandra," Mrs. Beale whispered.

"Maybe I'll even let some of them take a look for themselves. Would you like having your pussy put on display for some of the girls?

Mrs. Beale shuddered. Where was this all going?

"Now spread your legs, teacher dear so I can play with your nasty pussy. Let's see if you have a nice, responsive, sexy puss puss. So many teachers do, you know."

Mrs. Beale immediately did as she was told, a wave of longing and wanton need washing over her flushed skin.

Sandra slid her long fingers through the soft fur on her teacher's mons but did not press her advantage by actually feeling the pudendum. Mrs. Beale whimpered in frustration at not being felt up as she had hoped, but she stayed still and prayed with all her might that Sandra would finally satisfy her urgent desire to be intimately fondled and caressed.

Sandra understood her teacher's desperate need, but only continued her toying with the older woman's bush. She wanted her teacher in a state of near hysteria with hunger for the sexual release that only the seventeen year old could provide.

Mrs. Beale whimpered louder.

"Do you want something, baby girl."

Mrs. Beale did not want to say out loud what she needed Sandra to do. She just wanted Sandra to pet her without having to beg for it. But Sandra was not going to let her off that easy.

The seventeen year old snatched at a few tufts of her teacher's pubic fur and pulled on them until Mrs. Beale squealed out in pain.

"I said, do you want something from me."

Mrs. Beale was getting the message loud and clear. If she wanted Sandra's attentions, she would have to beg for them."

"Please, Sandra. I need for you to... to... play with me."

"But I am playing with you, you bad girl. I'm having a lot of fun playing with you."

The older woman lowered her head and looked at her tormentor's fingers stroking her bush.

"Please, please, Sandra. I mean ... inside me."

Sandra smiled and placed her fingertip at the very edge of the cleft in her teacher's outer lips. Then, after tickling the outer edge unmercifully with her fingertip, the seventeen year old slowly inserted her long index finger deep into the moist hole. Mrs. Beale sighed gratefully and opened her thighs even more.

Sandra smiled and jabbed her finger as deep as it would go into her teacher's soppy quim. Then she began rotating it until the older woman began panting in near orgasmic bliss.

Sandra smiled even deeper and used her long fingernail to scratch the super sensitive mucus membrane until Mrs. Beale squealed out once again from the burning, itching pain her student was causing her. Still, the teacher knew enough by now not to attempt to get away from her tormentor's finger.

When Sandra had heard enough squeals and whimpers from her teacher, she suddenly removed her secretion-covered finger.

"Lift up, bad girl, so I can play with that little teacher rosette of yours."

Despite her need for Sandra's lewd attention, Mrs. Beale was just too mortified to do as she was ordered. She just sat there in her chair and shook her head 'no.'

"Raise up, you nasty little slut, or I'll never play with you again, ever."

Mrs. Beale looked up at her student and knew by her expression that it was true. Slowly she raised herself out of her chair so her student could play her soppy finger over the vulnerable little pucker.

Sandra giggled as she tickled and scratched around her teacher's exposed fundament, watching her squirm and flush with embarrassment.

"Oh that's such a good little teacher slut. I just love playing with her little slutty butty butt."

Sandra slid her finger around the little pucker and back and forth along the moist crack. Then she raised back up.

"OK, pet. Fun's over for a while. You were a really obedient little slutty wutty, weren't you.

"Yes Sandra."

Mrs. Beale was mortified. She had surrendered everything to this girl and had been left high and dry. Her sex hunger had not been satisfied, only stoked.

"OK. You can pull your panties back up now and sit back in your chair like a good little baby girl."

Reluctantly, Mrs. Beale did as she was instructed.

"You like me to put my hands on you; don't you, Mrs. Beale. You like for me to feel you up. I could tell by how wet you were."

"You know you want it, baby girl," whispered Sandra as she leaned over toward her helpless teacher's right ear.

"You know you need it, too, baby girl; you can't go another minute without it, hmmmmmmmmm, baby girl."

"I know that you've wanted me ever since I first came in this classroom of yours. You DO want me, baby girl, don't you."

"It's OK. You can tell me that you want me, baby girl. I won't mind at all."

"In fact, I want you to want me, and you know you want it too,"

Sandra's lips were right against her teacher's earlobe.

"I want you to want me real bad."

Mrs. Beale whimpered and shivered. She did want the young, sexy girl really badly.

"I saw you looking at my legs today, baby girl; looking up my skirt; looking at my tight little panties; looking at my crotch. You just couldn't keep your slutty eyes off me, could you?"

"Do you know that you made me so wet when you looked at me? D do you know that, baby girl? I bet you could see just how wet you made me. I bet you could even see my wet pussylips through my panties because you made me so wet. I bet that turned you on, seeing my sweet little pussylips right through my wet panties, didn't it?"

"I bet you could even smell me. Couldn't you, you bad girl?"

Mrs. Beale just nodded dumbly.

"And you know what, I like it when grown women like you look at me that way. It always makes me soooo wet. Did you know that my little pantiegusset is soaking wet right now, baby girl? And it's all your fault."

Sandra was whispering the salacious words right into her teacher's ear.

Mrs. Beale shuddered yet again as Sandra's warm breath brushed against her ear. Oh how she wanted to let go completely and give in totally, but a part of her was still so very afraid.

"You just couldn't keep your eyes off me, could you, baby girl." Sandra insisted on an answer.

Mrs. Beale sank deeper into her chair. Her mind was in such a turmoil of fear and need.

"No." Mrs. Beale let it out in a long sign.

"No what?"

"No, Sandra. I couldn't keep my eyes off you."

"You like looking at my sexy legs, don't you?"

"Yes, Sandra."

"And you like looking at my wet pussy through my panties, too, don't you?"

"Yes, Sandra."

"You like knowing that you made me soooo wet looking at me, don't you, baby girl?"

"Yes, Sandra. I like looking at you."

"You want me very much right now, don't you, baby girl?"

Mrs. Beale had to admit to herself that she really did want the young girl to make love to her. She knew that it was very wrong, but she wanted it anyway. All these years she had been able to control her secret fantasies. To keep herself from making a big mistake by indulging her most intimate desires. She had even been able to raise a daughter without giving in. But Sandra had seen through her right away.

"Yes, Sandra."

"And yon need for me to take charge of you from now on, don't you, baby girl? You need it because you are really just a slutty submissive little baby girl who needs to be owned and controlled by a sexy fox just like me."

Mrs. Beale knew deep in her soul that Sandra was right. She could feel the resistance seeping out of her.

"Yes, Sandra."

"You need it real bad."

"Yes, Sandra."

"And you need for me to feel you up all over your little baby girl body, and play sick little games with your head, and do all sorts of nasty little evil things to your body, and make you do nasty little things to me, too; don't you, baby girl?"

"Yes, Sandra."

"That's my good little baby girl," Sandra encouraged her miserable teacher to continue.

"Go on Mrs. Beale; tell me." Sandra was now so close to her teacher that their bodies were almost touching.

Mrs. Beale's resistance melted away. It was clearly time for her to confess her need.

"Yes, Sandra. I need you to take charge of me. I want you so much I can't stand it anymore. I can't keep my eyes off your legs anymore. Oh Sandra, you have such beautiful legs; so long and smooth."

"Yes I do, don't I," Sandra giggled.

"And."

Paula struggled not to say the next sentence but she just could not stop herself.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off your panties. I just couldn't stop myself from looking."

"Do you mean my wet panties, bad girl?"

"Yes. I couldn't keep my eyes off your wet panties."

"Why?"

"Please don't make me say why." Mrs. Beale looked up pleadingly.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted you."

"Because you wanted me, baby girl."

"Yes."

"What did you want to do to me, Mrs. Beale?"

"I can't say it. Please don't make me say it, please"

"WHAT DID YOU WANT TO DO TO ME, MRS. BEALE?"

"I wanted to... taste you."

"You wanted to taste me, baby girl?"

"Yes."

"With your long, pink teacher tongue?"

"Yes."

"You wanted to lick my tasty little big girl puss puss with your long, wet, slutty old teacher tongue."

"Yes," Mrs. Beale sobbed.

"And you wanted to lick me all up, didn't you, baby girl. You wanted to lick up every last drop of my sweet cream."

"Yes, Sandra."

"You wanted to lick me all up from my ittie bittie stiffie clittie all the way back to my tight, pink bottbott hole, didn't you, you nasty little baby girl, you."

"Yes, Sandra."

"How much?"

Mrs. Beale clamped her mouth shut. This just had to stop right now before she was totally lost.

"How much, baby girl?"

Mrs. Beale just couldn't seem to resist.

"Oh Sandra; very, very much."

"Very, very much."

"Yes, very, very much."

"Enough to let me play with you from now on if I give you my permission to taste my sweet little puss puss."

"I don't understand." Mrs. Beale pleaded with her voice and with her eyes.

"You don't understand, baby girl. For a teacher, you're not very smart are you."

Mrs. Beale nodded her head in silent agreement. She was not very smart at all when she was around Sandra.

"Then I'll explain it to you. You see, you're mine now. All mine. And if I let you lick me all around my sweet little puss puss with that nasty teacher slutty tongue of yours, and if, from time to time, I want to play with you, you're going to let me. Aren't you, baby girl? "

"Play with me."

"Yes, you know. Feel you up, neck with you, pet you, fondle you, caress you, molest you, abuse you, maybe even give you a little morsel of pain to remember me by."

Mrs. Beale hesitated once more while she thought of the implications of what Sandra was asking. But her deep sexual hunger just could not be denied. Images of other teenage girls flashed through her brain, and Mrs. Beale smoldered with desire when she thought of them and what any one of them might have done to her and made her do had they only made the effort. The effort that Sandra was making now.

"Yes, you may play with me if I get to taste you."

"Well, Mrs. Beale, this really isn't a trade at all, you know. I'm going to play with you anyway, like it or not. Just like I already did. Remember. You already said I could, and I'm going to. You see, baby girl, I know what you are. I know everything about you. I've known since I first laid eyes on you. And you needn't deny it. And you needn't deny that you're going to like every little thing I do to you, and make you do. And you needn't deny that you are going to fall head over heels in love with me, either."

"And, maybe, if and when I feel like it, sometimes, for my own pleasure alone, that is, you will be permitted the incredible privilege of tasting me. Do you understand, my little teacher slut."

Sandra's pose suddenly shifted from coercive and teasing to insistent.

"Well, do you?"

Mrs. Beale had no choice in the matter whatsoever. Sandra clearly knew everything there was to know about Mrs. Beale, and there was nothing in the world that the teacher could do now about it.

"Yes, Sandra. I understand."

"Then tell me that you want me, you nasty teacher slut; right this very minute."

"Yes, I want you," whispered Mrs. Beale meekly, hardly aware of her own voice as Sandra licked sensously around the edge of her ear in a sly effort to make her teacher surrender more readily. As Sandra continued to lick, a surge of erotic hunger encompassed the distraught teacher's nether regions. Half of her hoped that Sandra would not notice her growing excitement, and the other half prayed that she would.

"Do you really." Sandra purred in a low, enticing voice.

"Oh yes. Yes I do." Mrs. Beale shuddered once more as Sandra flicked her tongue down the side of her slender neck.

"Do you want me very much, Mrs. Beale. Do you."

"Oh yes, Sandra. More than anything else in the world."

Tears of shame were burning Mrs. Beale's flushed cheeks as she made this perverse admission to her sexy student. This was so wrong she knew. But the hunger in her loins forced her to confess.

"But what about your kiddies waiting for their little mommiekins at home, and your big strong hubbypoo." Sandra giggled softly as she stood back up, regaining eye contact with her tormented teacher.

"I don't have a husband any more," Mrs. Beale whispered sadly. "He died two years ago. All I have left are my two children."

"Do you love your children." asked Sandra with a trace of malice in her voice.

"Yes, I love them very much." Mrs. Beale softly sobbed, "but...."

"I know, baby girl. I know." said Sandra in a falsely comforting tone.

"But you love me more, don't you, baby girl."

"Yes." Mrs. Beale moaned, "But I don't want to."

"Well, isn't that just too bad for you." Sandra smirked as she reached out her hand and pressed her index finger against one of Mrs. Beale's hardened nipples straining against the thin material of her partly opened white blouse.

Sandra pressed Mrs. Beale's rock hard nipple with her fingertip with no more concern than if she were pushing a button on an elevator.

"Please." Mrs. Beale shuddered again as big tears of shame and desperation rolled down her cheeks.

"Please what." Sandra sighed in feigned exasperation.

"Please don't do that."

"Don't do what."

"Please don't play with my nipple like that."

Sandra giggled.

"You mean you would rather I play with it like this." she said softly as she began tweaking the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"Oh no, please Sandra, no. It hurts when you do that.

Mrs. Beale squealed and tried to pull away. Sandra's punishing fingers just kept up the pinching agony.

"Oh, Sandra. You're hurting me."

"I know. That's why I'm doing it. You see, I want to give you some pain along with the pleasure I am obviously giving you by feeling you up this way. You see, giving you pain gives me pleasure. Do you understand?"

Mrs. Beale nodded her head as Sandra stopped pinching her nipple and patted her cheek.

"And soon, my little submissive teacher slut pussy, sooner than you can ever imagine, my giving you pain will give you pleasure, too."

"But."

"But what."

Mrs. Beale struggled like a moth caught in a candle flame.

"But if I give in to you, if I surrender myself, my career as a teacher, my life with my children, everything will be destroyed."

"Your point being." Sandra laughed softly as she began tweaking Mrs. Beale's other nipple. "It's already too late to save your career here, silly. I saw the way Gracie and the other girls in class looked at you when they knew that you wanted me. You don't think I'll ever let them forget it as I tease you every day in class like I did today. You don't think I'll ever let you get back to where you were before, do you. Now that you've admitted you want me. Now that I can make you want me any time I desire."

Mrs. Beale looked around her classroom distractedly.

"But I still want to teach here." she let out a little whimper.

"Do you like teaching here, Mrs. Beale."

"Yes Sandra."

"Do you want to keep on teaching here."

"Yes Sandra, very much."

Mrs. Beale's heart began to pound in her chest. She was suddenly very afraid.

"Then I guess you had better get used to the idea of doing whatever I tell you to do from now on. Otherwise, I'll make it so hard for you here in this class that you'll go crazy. I'll tease you and turn you on so hard that you won't be able to stand it. Then I'll get you fired from here in such a nasty way that you'll never be able to teach anywhere else again as long as you live. Do you get my meaning?"

Paula had slid back into her chair as far as she could go. Her throat was brick dry with terror.

"From now on, you will do whatever I say in this classroom, or I'll make sure you never teach anywhere ever again. Now agree to do whatever nasty little things I tell you to do in this classroom from now on. And you better do it quickly, or else."

Mrs. Beale knew full well that she had better agree right away of suffer the consequences.

"Yes, Sandra. I wil do whatever you say from now on in this classroom. What do you want from me."

"What I want, Mrs. Beale is for you to voluntarily agree to be my submissive little teacher slut puppy from right this minute until I get tired of you and spit you out. I want you to please me totally, sexually and every other way I can think of. I want you to surrender your will to me completely. I want you to give me free access to your nasty little baby girl body at any time to do any little sick perverted thing I want to do. I even want you to surrender your children to me totally so I can play with them and bring them into my perverse little fantasy world. Is that clear enough for you, bitchslut."

Mrs. Beale's pulse was going a mile a minute. She was so scared, but Sandra's words had also gotten her so very turned on.

"Well Mrs. Beale, do you agree."

"Yes Sandra, I agree." Mrs. Beale almost lost it totally as she envisioned what her life was going to be like from now on.

"Then why don't you beg me for it like the nasty little teacher slut you really are."

Mrs. Beale shook her head, trying to exert just one last tiny morsel of self control.

"Come on, baby girl," Sandra taunted quietly, now ever so sure now that she was finally winning the battle of wills.

"You know you want to."

Mrs. Beale let the nastysick sensations brought on by Sandra's words and Sandra's hands wash over her. She knew that if she begged just right, Sandra would take control of her, and she could let go and be what she had always been meant to be: her student's willing, complicit, submissive little baby girl teacher slut.

"Please, Sandra. Please make me do anything you want me to. Please take charge of me. Please take me under your control. Please, please, oh please."

"That's my sick little baby girl," Sandra cooed as she caressed and fondled her submissive teacher's body.

Then Sandra's voice suddenly became harsh and insistent as were her hands. She roved all over Mrs. Beale's blouse, squeezing her ample breasts through the thin clinging material and unbuttoning her completely.

"No. Please, please stop this." Mrs. Beale cried aloud, suddenly acutely aware of the dire and dangerous predicament she was getting herself into.

Sandra slapped her hard on the cheek.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Don't you ever say 'no' to me, ever again, babyslut."

Mrs. Beale slumped back in her chair, stark terror written all over her face.

"You think that you're the only one I'm interested in, bitch; but you are so very, very wrong. Yes, I want to own you body and soul, its true, and it seems from what you just agreed to that I now do own you, whether you like it or not. But I'm also going to own your little ones too before this is over. I have some really sick little pervy plans laid on for you and them. I just adore making a whole family like yours do the nasty with each other. Won't that be just peachy, huh."

"Please don't do this to my children." Mrs. Beale was sobbing again.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME."

Mrs. Beale panicked at the sound of Sandra's threatening words and harsh tone of voice. She slumped even further into her chair and bowed her head in fearful resignation to her fate and that of her children.

"Yes, Sandra. That will be peachy for you to bring my children into the bargain."

Seeing that she had indeed won the battle and had broken her teacher's will, Sandra became angry and insistent.

"Look babycow, I want to see your big girl udders, and I want to see them right now. If you know what's good for you, you'll shut up your bawling and just sit there and let me have my way with you, slut."

"Anyway, what would anyone think who came in this room right now."

"We don't want that, now do we, baby girl."

At the mere thought of someone finding her here with a student bending over her with her skirt hiked up to her waist and her blouse completely unbuttoned and open, Mrs. Beale panicked. She pushed against the arms of her desk chair and was halfway out of it when she felt Sandra's hand slapping her across the face hard.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"You silly bitch." Sandra shouted. "Where do you think you're going."

Mrs. Beale cried bitter tears of resignation as she fell back into her chair. Seeing the absolute futility of further resistance against Sandra's dominating personality, the distraught teacher slumped down in the chair once more to await her fate.

"Just for that, I ought to call out and get someone to come in here." Sandra barked. "Then where would you be."

"Please don't do that." Mrs. Beale softly pleaded, now in a state of utter terror. "I don't want to get caught like this."

"Then beg me not to."

"Please, Sandra. Don't call out. Please don't, please."

"Well, OK," Sandra relented, "But, from now on, you better behave. Do you understand me."

"Yes. I'll behave myself. I'll be a good little baby girl for you," croaked Mrs. Beale.

"You better, or I'll have to punish you severely."

"And wouldn't that be such fun, a little high school girl like me actually spanking her big baby girl teacher on the bare bottbott as she lay across her desk. Maybe, I'll do it in front of the rest of the class the next time you misbehave."

"Please don't do that. I've never hurt you."

"I know, sweetness. That's just why it will give me a great deal of satisfaction to hurt you; and to humiliate you as well."

Sandra smirked in triumph, knowing by the dull resignation she could see in Mrs. Beale's eyes that she had really won.

"And now, since we understand each other so well, why don't you slide that blouse off your shoulders so that I can see your pretty udders. Are they really as pretty as they seem to be when you allow them to press against those thin blouses you wear, Mrs. Beale. You're such an exhibitionist, flashing your tits like that in front of the class."

Mrs. Beale felt as if she were being dropped down a deep well. Here she was, being ordered to display herself wantonly by one of her own students, and totally unable to do anything but obey. The teacher sat docilely in her chair and reached her trembling hands up to her blouse. Then, staring straight ahead, Mrs. Beale pushed her open blouse off her smooth shoulders to give the young girl greater access to her large, pear-shaped breasts. When Mrs. Beale had finished pushing the blouse open at the shoulders so that her breasts were clearly visible, Sandra slowly slid her cool hands along her teacher's bare midriff, pushed the blouse all the way apart, and gazed contentedly at Mrs. Beale's large, tanned breasts, just as if she were seeing something she wanted that already belonged to her.

"A little saggy, but I guess they'll have to do." Sandra said with a lilt of triumph in her voice. "I'm going to have so much fun with these big old udders of yours over the next week." She slid her proprietary hands slowly back and forth over and around her teacher's warm smooth breast flesh, squeezing each breast possessively then rubbing her palms in circular motions against the rock hard nipples.

Mrs. Beale began to pant softly as Sandra's touch whetted her sick submissive sexual appetite. Her breasts were just aching for Sandra's sweet attention. Then the teacher began to make little whimpering, pleading moans of unfulfilled desire.

"Mine, all mine. You're all mine from now on." Sandra kept saying softly over and over as she fondled her teacher's big breasts. Mrs. Beale squrmed, but remailed stark still.

"Aren't they, baby girl," Sandra gloated as she continued to pet her teacher's breasts which literally ached for more of Sandra's attention.

"Yes, Sandra. They are all yours." came Mrs. Beale's whispered surrender. Sandra's caressing hand felt so good; so right. Even though Mrs. Beale knew that it was so very, very wrong.

"To see any time I want to, baby girl." Sandra asked sweetly as she brought her face within inches of Mrs. Beale's own.

"Yes."

"Yes what."

"Yes, Sandra. To see any time you want to."

As Sandra continued slowly playing with her teacher's ample breasts, Mrs. Beale began to feel a commanding tingling sensation deep inside her nether regions. The growing realization that she was becoming powerless to resist her young student was making her feel an overwhelming sense of sexual acquiescence; a sense of desire that threw all caution, morals, and common sense aside in favor of a powerful craving to be dominated by this young girl, body and soul; to be shamed and degraded, to be humiliated, to prove herself worthy, to be owned; the growing need to forsake everything in her life, everything she had by way of career and family and everything she had worked for all these years; surrender everything to her new young Mistress.

"And are these udders mine to do anything I want to with." Sandra persisted.

At this last question, Mrs. Beale felt a stinging pang of fear. What did Sandra have in her perverse mind. What were her plans.

"What do you mean, anything."

Mrs. Beale dared to look sheepishly up at her new Mistress and plead.

"Well, sometimes I mean this." Sandra hissed as she reached back her hand and slapped Mrs. Beale's left breast with enough force to almost topple her out of her desk chair.

"Or this." Sandra slapped poor, frightened Mrs. Beale's other breast, thereby bringing her back into a sitting position.

"Or any other damn thing I want to." Sandra was now shouting into Mrs. Beale's face. "Is that absolutely clear to you, you big, stupid cow."

"Yes. Oh yes." Mrs. Beale gasped in utter terror and not inconsiderable pain from her Mistress's powerful slaps.

"Yes, what." insisted Sandra.

"Yes, Sandra. My breasts are yours. All yours to do anything you want with them." Tears were back in Mrs. Beale's eyes.

Mrs. Beale still felt the pain of Sandra's slaps, but she had to admit to herself that she also felt turned on; quite turned on in fact. Sandra could see it in the hungry gleam of her eyes.

"Did you like what I just did to your big old udders Mrs. Beale."

Mrs. Beale's reply caught in her throat. She did not want to admit to her student that pain turned her on.

"Well, did you."

"Yes Sandra, I liked what you just did."

"So you like pain, baby girl, as well as pleasure."

"Yes, I like pain." Mrs. Beale groaned lasciviously and wriggled in her chair.

"If YOU give it to me."

Mrs. Beale lowered her eyes in abject shame once she had made this telling confession to her new Mistress. She didn't want it to be like this, not at all. But she didn't seem to have any choice in the matter. Her body's craving overarched everything else.

"You're such a slut, aren't you, Mrs. Beale."

"Yes, Sandra. I am."

"Well, isn't that convenient for you, because I like giving little babygirls like you pain. I like it a lot."

"Aren't we a great pair." gloated Sandra as she pinched the underside of her teacher's soft breast.

"Yes, Sandra," Mrs. Beale whimpered through gritted teeth.

"Now that that's settled, we can move on." Sandra felt now that everything was going to be all right. She was certain now that she had clearly established in Mrs. Beale's mind who the boss was and who owned whom.

For her part, Mrs. Beale confessed to her innermost self that the transfer of her willpower to Sandra that had just occurred had given her a perverse sense of release; a sense of release so powerful that she nearly fainted from it.

No more was she responsible for herself and her actions. No longer would she miss having the thing she craved most of all. All she had to do now was do whatever Sandra told her whenever Sandra told her. With this understanding, the tingling in her vagina began again like before. Only this time it was much stronger.

Wasn't this what she really wanted, anyway. Hadn't she always secretly dreamed of surrendering totally to a strong female personality.

Certainly not to her bland and uninspiring husband, who had conveniently died leaving her and her children rather well off. So well off in fact that she really didn't have to teach to support herself.

But she still wanted to teach. And the fact that Mrs. Beale still wanted so desperately to remain in the classroom was clearly another leverage Sandra had over the older woman.

Now that Mrs. Beale had subjugated her sexuality to Sandra, she came to understand with sudden clarity that, until her new Mistress had come into her life, there had been a great void of desperately unfulfilled sexual need. But Sandra was here now and Sandra would take care of everything.

Mrs. Beale felt the last vestiges of resistance seep out as she resigned herself to her fate, whatever it might be.

Seeing the final wisps of self assertiveness escape from her teacher like a soul fleeing a dead body, Sandra leaned forward again and slowly licked the very tip of Mrs. Beale's pretty nose. Sandra just kept doing this for a time, then she said softly and sweetly, "It's not just your breasts or your legs that are mine, all mine now. Do you know that, sweetie. Do you really know that, you nasty little baby girl, you."

"Yes."

"Yes what."

"Yes, Sandra. I know that my entire body is yours."

Sandra smiled sweetly.

"And your soul; what about your soul, baby girl."

"And my soul. Everything is yours. Please love me and take care of me." Mrs. Beale cried openly as she pleaded to her new Mistress.

"Oh dear. You don't seem to understand." Sandra smiled benignly, betraying her malicious intent. "I'm not here to love you or to take care of you, you nasty girl. No, not at all."

"I'm here to own you, and to humiliate you, and to degrade you, and to debase you, and to make you very, very miserable, and to make you addicted to that misery, and to make you love it. I'm here to make you do anything I tell you so that I will make you even more miserable."

"Do you understand?"

Mrs. Beale sobbed and sobbed.

"Well, do you?"

"Yes. Yes I understand."

Mrs. Beale kept sobbing her heart out. Now she was aware of the bargain she had made and what it would cost her.

"And do you agree to being treated this way by me?"

Mrs. Beale held her breath for a long time.

"Yes, Sandra. I agree to being treated this way."

"Good. And do you still love me for treating you this way?"

"Yes. I love you for treating me this way."

"Do you love me very much?"

"Yes, Sandra. I love you very much."

"And will you still love me no matter what I do to you or make you do?"

Mrs. Beale stopped crying. She looked right at Sandra.

"Yes, Sandra."

"Beg me, then."

Mrs. Beale didn't hesitate a second.

"Please, Sandra. I beg of you. Please own me. Please make me do anything you want me to. Please humiliate me, and degrade me. Please, please, oh please."

Sandra removed her groping hands from her teacher's bosom.

"Push your chair back further from the desk, slut."

Sandra's voice was harsh, demanding.

Mrs. Beale pushed back against her chair and it rolled across the floor until Sandra stood well between her and her desk. In the process, Mrs. Beale's skirt slid back down her thighs almost to her knees.

"That's far enough. I want to see your legs again, teacher dear. Pull your skirt back up around your hips. Let me see those legs of yours again all the way up to your nasty baby girl panties. I just can't get enough of looking at those sexy teacher legs of yours. Now that I can see them all the way from your little piggy toes all the way up to your teacher cow pussy."

Mrs. Beale looked confused and uncertain.

"Do it now, bitch!"

Hearing the uncompromising tone of Sandra's voice, Mrs. Beale responded immediately, reaching down to the hem of her knee-length skirt and rooking it up once more all the way to her hips. Instinctively, the teacher clamped her thighs together, and when Sandra saw this she laughed out loud.

"I've seen much more of that than you have, sweetie pie. And, if you'll recall, I've seen yours as well. So don't be shy around me. You know you want me to see you just like before. You're such a little exhibitionist, aren't you, slut?"

So saying, the seventeen year old placed her hand just above her teacher's exposed knee and slid it possessively along the top of her thigh, right up to the leg hole of Mrs. Beale's thin white panties.

"You know you've got pretty good legs for a woman your age. I like. I like a lot."

A delighted little tingle ran through Mrs. Beale's body, followed by a salacious hope that her young student would once again demand that she spread her legs and offer up her nether regions without further ado to her new Mistress.

Sandra slid her finger around the leg hole, teasing her teacher who slowly opened her thighs in lustful anticipation without even being bidden to do so.

"Are you still wet for me, baby?"

Paula could feel the trickle of lust on her nether lips.

"Yes. I'm still wet for you."

Sandra smiled.

"Oh, so that means you want me to play with your little puss puss again right now, don't you, you nasty little baby girl. You've really got a bad case of the slut hungrys for me, don't you, baby girl. You're so sick. Do you know that?"

Mrs. Beale looked up at Sandra abashedly and said, "Yes, Sandra. Please play with my little puss puss."

The young girl giggled and felt along the gusset of her teacher's panties.

"They're very wet. You are such a little teacher slut. I'm going to have to punish you rather severely for that later on tonight. Aren't you glad I finally decided to own an old cow like you, and to punish you whenever you disobey me?"

Mrs. Beale shuddered at the thought of being punished by this seventeen year old, but her hunger for attention overcame all her fears.

"Pleeeaaassssee play with me. Sandra, pleeeease."

"No. Not now. I don't want to."

Sandra suddenly took her hand away and told her teacher to cover herself back up. Mrs. Beale did as she was told, but a little moan of frustration escaped her lips as she re-arranged her skirt.

"Good girl. You mind me so well. You know, having you as my slutty little sex toy is going to be just the best sort of fun for me. Doesn't that prospect make you glad? Doesn't it make your little puss puss all warm and runny?"

"Yes, Sandra. The prospect of being your slutty little sex toy makes me very glad."

And, surprise of surprises; as she said the words, Mrs. Beale found that she was telling Sandra the unvarnished truth.

Sandra interrupted Mrs. Beale's blissful chain of thought by placing her hand around her teacher's jaw and pulling her face forward to get her undivided attention.

"That's great, you sexy little teacher cow you. I've known you were a submissive little slut puppy from the first moment I laid eyes on you. And now, you're MY submissive little slutpuppy. Right.

"Yes, Sandra. I'm your submissive little slut puppy."

"For as long as I want."

"Yes, for as long as you want me to be." agreed Mrs. Beale softly.

"And won't you just adore all the wicked little nasty things I'm going to make my little slut puppy do to entertain me."

"Yes. I'll just adore all the nasty little things you force me to do."

"Even when I humiliate you in front of some of my friendslater on?"

Paula gulped.

"Yes, Sandra. Your slut puppy will enjoy being humiliated in front of your friends."

"Good little slut puppy. But, you know, I can't keep calling you slut puppy or baby girl all the time. Not at least in front of your kids." Sandra chuckled.

Mrs. Beale froze with terror once more.

Some last ditch struggle to save her children from this viscous little teenager welled up in her.

"Please don't get my children involved with us," Mrs. Beale whispered. "Please, please, please. I'll do anything you want, but please don't embarrass me in front of my children."

"How soon they forget. You silly cow. Not three minutes ago, you were swearing to surrender to me totally, and now you have the gall to try to put on conditions." Sandra was really furious, and Mrs. Beale was critically aware of it.

"Please Sandra, I didn't mean...."

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Back and forth, Sandra's hands slapped Mrs. Beale's face, harder and harder with each slap, until finally Mrs. Beale cried out it agony and defeat.

"Stop, oh please Sandra, stop. OK, Sandra, I'm truly sorry. I won't forget myself again. Ever."

Now Mrs. Beale was utterly and completely broken in spirit. She knew with crystalline certainty that there could be and would be absolutely no limits to Sandra's control over her.

She saw finally the complete futility of resistance to this dominating, willful, arrogant seventeen year old girl.

Mrs. Beale dolefully admitted to herself that she could deny Sandra nothing.

Her career, her family, everything about her was forfeit to Sandra's perverse will.

And, once again, with that absolute final resignation, came a rush of sexual need so strong as to render her almost unconscious. Mrs. Beale needed Sandra in a way and with an intensity that she had never needed anyone before in her entire life.

Paula Beale was now totally addicted to submission, and she would do anything in this world to feed her addiction.

That meant that Sandra was totally in charge.

"Now. As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted, I just can't keep calling you little slut puppy forever. Right, baby girl."

"Yes, Sandra. You're right."

"So what is your first name, anyway slut puppy."

"My first name is Paula."

"OK then, Paula, open your mouth like the good little slut slave you are and let me inspect you."

Paula Beale did as she was told as Sandra reached up and slid her fingers between her teacher's parted lips. The seventeen year old glided her fingertips all across her teacher's teeth and gums, just as if she were inspecting a horse before purchasing it.

"Wider, Paula cow."

Paula opened her mouth as wide as it could go, allowing Sandra to run her forefinger around the backs of her teeth and way back over her tongue until the teacher almost gagged. Then the seventeen year old gripped the very tip of her teacher's slick pink tongue and drew it out of her mouth as far as it could go.

"I'm going to have so much fun with that sweet tongue of yours over the next week or so. Now roll it back into your mouth like a good little slut. Oh, by the way, have you ever tasted your own puss puss wet with that nasty tongue when you played with yourself late at night. Have you ever licked your fingers just to see what you taste like?"

Paula shuddered and shook her head.

"No. I haven't"

Sandra giggled.

"Well, we'll have to do something about that very soon. Won't we."

Paula knew she must answer her owner's question.

"Yes. We will."

As she sat there in front of her sexy student, Paula knew that she was beginning the training process that would last for as long as Sandra continued to want her as a submissive. Paula was anxious, but only that she would learn her lessons well enough to satisfy Sandra.

"Ok, Paula. Its time to go. I want to start on your training right away. And I expect you to be completely trained by the time Spring Break is over. I am so looking forward to showing you off to the other girls in class."

Sandra stepped back and allowed Mrs. Beale to get up out of her chair.

Suddenly, Sandra had a wicked thought.

"But I am forgetting myself, Paulat each. Didn't Headmistress Margaret issue you a little paddle to use to keep all us unruly little girls in line."

"Yes Sandra. It's in my desk drawer. I have never used it."

"Get it out and give it to me. I have some things in mind for you where it will prove useful."

Mrs. Beale reluctantly reached into her desk and brought out the little paddle. It was shaped like a paddleball paddle, and it looked like it had a viscous sting. It was just like the one Headmistress Margaret used to maintain discipline at Bridewell.

"Give it here to me."

"Yes, Sandra."

Sandra took the paddle and tucked it into her purse.

"Now, let's go."

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Three:

Mrs. Paula Beale, erstwhile schoolteacher and now submissive masochistic slave toy, slowly stood up behind her desk with her blouse open all the way and a red face from Sandra's hand slaps. Her head was bowed in total submission to her new Mistress owner.

"Very good, Paula baby girl. Now let's get on home so I can meet the kids."

"But Sandra," whispered Paula, "my blouse."

Sandra turned around and glared at her new property.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"What did you call me."

Paula shrank back in terror from the painful face slapping.

"Why, 'Sandra'," the chagrined teacher whispered.

"Don't you ever, ever, call me by my first name, ever again." Sandra yelled at the top of her lungs.

"If and when I give you permission to call me anything, call me Mistress Sandra. Is that clear."

Paula sagged just a bit more in her carriage and said in a meek voice, "Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Once again, that tingling sensation twinged in Paula's vagina as she gave yet one more sign of her total submissiveness to Sandra St. George. How had she become so addicted to this girl that she would surrender every last shred of her self respect so readily just to be near her and acquiesce to her every whim and order? She was fast discovering that, despite her desperate desire to be otherwise, that she really liked being dominated by Sandra. She was comforted by her surrender to this vicious seventeen year old. Despite herself, she simply craved the abuse, the torment, the punishment, the pain. It fulfilled her self image, and it fed her sex hunger. And with that understanding of herself, Paula Beale had to admit that by the end of Spring Break she would most probably be nothing but Sandra's little lust bitch; actually relishing the humiliation and pain her new Mistress took such obvious pleasure in giving her.

"As for the blouse, leave it open just like it is, sweetie. I like to look at those big old udders of yours as they sway back and forth when you walk. It keeps me reminded of what sweet nasty things I plan to do to them later."

"Now, let's get out of here."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula obeyed, and without any further delay, both teen femdom and teacher slave walked out of the classroom and down the now deserted hall to the Academy's front door.

As they walked along side by side, Sandra reached over and cruelly pinched Paula's right nipple. Paula sucked in her breath as the sharp bite of pain lanced through her breast but she knew better than to try to protect herself.

"You know, little Paula baby girl, these big udders of yours are just so enticing to me. Its everything I can do to keep my hands off them."

Paula bowed her head in embarrassment.

Suddenly Sandra gripped Paula's right nipple between her fingernails and twisted it hard enough to bring the older woman to her knees in blinding agony.

"Aaaaahhhhhh."

"Well, Mrs. Stupid. What do you say when your Mistress gives you a complement."

"Oh please stop, you're hurting me so much." Paula cried out, then came to herself, realizing the agony in her breast would continue unabated until she thanked her new Mistress properly for her complement.

"Thank you; thank you Mistress Sandra for being so taken with my breasts."

"You silly cow, they're not 'breasts'," laughed Sandra, giving Paula's nipple one last, viscous twist before letting go. "These are your udders. Good for milking, and that is exactly what I'm going to do to them later."

Paula slowly got back to her feet.

"Thank you for admiring my udders, Mistress Sandra."

"Well Paula baby girl, that's much better. You're learning." Sandra skipped down the deserted hall in total happiness as Paula followed respectfully behind her.

Sandra suddenly stopped short, a gleam of wicked curiosity in her eye.

"Paula teach, have you ever nursed on your own big cow udders?"

Paula was taken aback totally by the unexpected question from her student.

"Why no, Mistress Sandra, I haven't."

"Well, before we leave school today, I would like to see you suckle on your own floppy cow teats. So be a good little teacher slut and raise your left udder to your lips and suck on that nipple for me like the obedient little baby girl you are."

Paula shrank away from the prospect of sucking her own nipple in front of her student.

"Please, Mistress Sandra. I would really be embarrassed to have to do anything like that."

"Well, get used to the embarrassment, Paula teach. From now on 'embarrass' is your middle name."

Seeing the futility of arguing with her determined Mistress, Paula placed her hand under her left breast, lifted it up to her face, leaned over, and began to lick and suck on the taut nipple. Her embarrassment caused Paula to close her eyes as she suckled at her own breast.

"Open your eyes, Paula baby girl," Sandra ordered. "I want you to see your Mistress watching you make a real teacher slut out of yourself. You are such a sick little perv, aren't you?"

Paula opened her eyes, and continued slurping and sucking around her left nipple.

"I can hardly wait until I make you do this in front of the whole class in a week or so. By then you'll be nothing but my little slut monkey."

Paula shuddered in frantic anticipation, but continued to suckle her breast.

"Is it good, Paula baby girl. Does your cow nipple taste good?"

"Ummmmmm huuuuuhhhmmm," Paula moaned as she continued her lewd task.

"Does it feel good when you suck yourself, you nasty teacher slut, you?"

"Ummmmmm huuuuuhhhmmm."

"Do you want to keep on sucking on your own nipple while I watch you make a subbie slut of yourself?"

"Ummmmmm huuuuuhhhmmm."

Paula was getting weak in the knees, and her labia were beginning to throb and itch with need as the lewdness of her display overwhelmed her mind.

Sandra allowed her sex toy to continue stimulating herself for another minute, then suddenly ordered her to stop sucking and spit her nipple back out.

"OK, fun's over, baby girl. Let's get going."

Paula summoned up her self control and fought down her disappointed frustration at not being allowed to stimulate herself further.

When they got to the front door, Sandra stopped Paula from going any further.

"As much as I would like to make you keep that blouse of yours open outside this door all the way from here to your car, I don't want to get you into the kind of trouble that would bring. Well, not yet, at least."

"So I'll permit you to button your blouse, but only after I have just one more little feel of my property."

So saying, Sandra once again ran her firm, young hands around, over, and under Paula's heaving breasts. She squeezed them; she played with them; she kneaded them like bread dough; she twisted them together and apart in her hands; she pinched and tweaked; all the while never breaking eye contact with Paula.

"You really like it when I torment your udders, don't you, you little submissive slut, you? I'm going to turn you into a total pain freak. And you're goping to beg me to do it. Tell me right now or I'll stop."

Paula was panting with desire.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I love it when you torment my big udders. Hurt them as much as you want to."

Paula squirmed around in a dizzying fog of sensual pleasure pain delight as Sandra continued to molest and abuse her breasts.

"I must confess my little baby girl that while your udders intrigue me, and playing with them is a real treat, its really those long, hard nipples of yours that I love to hurt the most."

As she began concentrating her lewd attentions on Paula's hardening nipples, Sandra leaned across and began licking Paula's earlobe softly.

"Do you like all this attention I'm giving you, baby girl?" whispered Sandra in Paula's ear.

"Oh yes, Mistress Sandra, yes, yes." Paula was in rapture. Her sexual sensations were beginning to really engage.

"Do you need me? You do, don't you, baby girl?"

"Yessss, Mistress Sandra. God help me, I need you so badly."

Paula could feel the beginnings of moistness on her nether lips and the start of little spasms of contraction in her vagina.

"Yes, oh yes, baby girl. I can see that you need me a whole lot," Sandra giggled as she continued her lascivious stimulations. Paula wriggled like a caught fish and emitted little girl squeals of delight.

But just as the older woman began to feel the first flush of orgasm from all Sandra's sensual attention, Paula's young Mistress flashed a wicked desire to turn all that sensual pleasure into sensual pain.

Suddenly Sandra's fingernails closed yet again upon Paula's right nipple and squeezed down very, very hard.

Pain, sharp and focused, knifed into Paula's tortured breast.

But as Sandra continued to twist and tug on poor Paula's nipple, the flashes of agony melded into a kind of pleasure-pain that was altogether new to the teacher.

"Doesn't that hurt ever so nicely, little Paula baby girl. Doesn't it. Say 'yes', or I'll stop right this minute."

"Yeeeees, it hurts wonderfully, Mistress Sandra."

"Is my bad little hand making baby girl all sticky wet down there?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula was very embarrassed that her sexual excitement was so evident to her young Mistress. She was even more embarrassed to realize that her getting turned on was a direct result of Sandra's alternation of pleasure and pain.

"Are you getting wet enough to make your tight little panties all soppy, baby girl?"

"I don't know, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, stand still you silly old teacher cow, and let me feel for myself."

With that, Sandra pushed her free hand up under Paula's skirt, and slid it up her teacher's smooth leg. Paula moaned loudly as her Mistress's hand climbed up her thigh toward its goal.

Paula, sensing what was expected of her without being told, spread her legs wide apart to allow her young Mistress free access to her gusseted crotch.

"That's a good baby girl, baby girl. You're really learning fast, aren't you."

Sandra smiled broadly as she slid her fingers along her teacher's sopping crotch band. Just to think, all this progress in less than an hour. How far down the well of total degradation could she push her teacher over the next week? The sky was the limit.

"OK, little one. It seems that your panties are simply drenched with your nasty puss puss wet. So there's only one thing to do. I'll just have to take them off you. You don't mind, do you, baby girl?"

Paula, by now so caught up in her own masochistic sensuality, didn't care what her Mistress did, so long as she didn't stop giving her sex toy pleasure.

"Please, Mistress Sandra, take my nasty wet panties off for me. Please, please."

"That's my obedient little baby girl. And once I take them off you, do you want your Mistress to play with your nasty little pussy for you?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. Please play with my nasty wet pussy, please."

Sandra bent over, raised Paula's skirt hem above her waist, and tugged her teacher's wet panties down her hips. Paula instinctively closed her legs a little once the panties were free of her butt, and Sandra slid them down to her ankles.

Paula obligingly stepped out of her panties and her Mistress straightened back up.

"Do you want to see just how wet I have made you?"

"Yes, please."

"Then open your mouth, you silly cow, and I'll give you a treat."

Paula dutifully opened her mouth, and Sandra slowly stuffed it with her teacher's wet panties.

"OK, my sweet little sex toy, I want to see you suck all the goodie out of those nasty wet panties of yours for me."

Paula didn't have to be ordered twice. She immediately began sucking on her wet panties, tasting her musk, and the pungent redolence of her most recent urination.

As she sucked, she grew increasingly lightheaded and closer to an orgasm that had been building inside her ever since Sandra had walked into her classroom that day.

But as she neared the edge, her young Mistress, sensing what was about to occur, slapped her hard across both breasts, jarring Paula back to painful consciousness.

Paula spat out her panties in shock, and they fell on the hall floor. Sandra picked them up and put them in her purse like a trophy.

"You won't be needing these any more, baby girl,." The seventeen year old said with finality.

"Now spread those cow legs of yours so I can play with your pussy again."

Paula did as bidden, and Sandra began to palpate her teacher's most intimate parts. Sandra giggled again and again as she stimulated the older woman's erect clitoris and puffy labia, and was rewarded for her efforts with little baby girl squeals of ecstasy. Sandra tweezed her teacher's clit between thumb and forefinger and pulled it as far out of her as it would go.

"I'm just seeing how far your little boy part can be pulled. Don't you just love it when I do nasty things like this to you, Paula baby girl?"

Paula squealed shrilly as Sandra continued to tug on her most sensitive part, and then answered like a good girl.

"Yes. I love it, Mistress Sandra."

Paula so desperately hoped that her new Mistress would keep petting her until she finally came. But again, when she sensed an approaching climax, Sandra yanked her hand away.

Paula began to cry again, a prisoner of the most abject frustration imaginable.

"You stupid old cow. When will you learn that your pleasure in all this is unimportant. Only MY pleasure is important, and just for your information, I am not getting any pleasure right now by watching you cum all over your own legs. Maybe later, but not right now."

Paula, still desperately missing the taste and feel of her panties in her mouth and frustrated beyond words at not having been allowed to cum, slowly returned to the here and now.

"Has it occurred to you my little slut puppy that I might, however, be deriving some small amount of pleasure from seeing YOU endure all the sick pleasure pain I cause you from time to time. Now, stand up straight and tall for your Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula said apprehensively as she rose to her full height, not sure of what was to come next.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.

Sandra slapped her teacher's breasts back and forth while Paula stood at rigid attention and endured the pain. Paula began to feel a new little trickle of mucus lubrication running down her thigh as her new Mistress continued to hurt her. That didn't keep the older woman from crying out in pain after each vicious slap, however. The cries of pain were music to her young Mistress's ears.

Sandra eventually stopped slapping her teacher's breasts and waited for Paula to quit squealing.

"Now, why don't you take off MY panties, baby girl, and see if they're wet. Wouldn't you like to take off my panties for me?"

"And if you do a really good job, maybe I'll let you play with Mistress Sandra's puss puss for her. Wouldn't that be a treat for you, you dirty pervert bitch."

Paula shook herself and willed the pain in her breasts to subside. Hearing her Mistress's words, the older woman's eyes glowed in hopeful anticipation of the possible opportunity to worship her Mistress's quim.

She slowly leaned over and raised Sandra's skirt above her waist. As Paula bent to her task, Sandra reached out to her teacher's pendent breasts and began squeezing and twisting them.

"Oh, pet. It's going to be such a treat milking you like the silly old slut cow you are. I can hardly wait"

While Sandra happily played with her teacher's swaying breasts, Paula reached out and grasped the waistband of her Mistress's bikini panties.

Sandra left off feeling up her teacher's breasts, and Paula, in her turn, tugged the sexy panties off Sandra's broad hips and pulled them down those long smooth legs she was so addicted to.

Still focused on her daydreams concerning her teacher's big breasts and what she planned to do to them, Sandra retained enough presence of mind to accommodatingly step out of her panties. Paula raised herself back up and stood there waiting for her Mistress's next order.

"Well, silly, put them up to your nose and smell your Mistress. Find out if you please her."

Paula did just exactly that, inhaling her Mistress's strong musk and feeling just how soppy and sticky the little panty gusset was.

"Are they wet."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Yes indeed. I bet they're sopping wet because I've been thinking and thinking and thinking of all the nasty little things I'm going to do to you. Do you like how I smell?

"Yessss, Mistress Sandra. I love the way you smell." Paula closed her eyes in embarrassment.

"Would you like to taste me, Paula baby girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Then stuff my panties in your mouth and suck on them, baby girl."

Paula did as she was ordered. Sandra's panties were redolent with musk and golden residue. Paula salivated as though she were starving. Sandra's sex taste filled her hungry mouth as the older woman sucked and slobbered.

Tasting Sandra drove Paula absolutely wild with sick anticipation of what was yet to come.

"Do I taste good?"

Paula nodded her head slowly up and down.

"As good as you hoped I would taste?"

Another nod of the head.

"Good, baby girl. I'm glad you like how I taste. If you continue to be an obedient little slut teacher, I'll let you have some of the real thing a little later on tonight. Would you like that?"

Again, Sandra's teacher nodded her head up and down to indicate assent.

"And in a couple weeks, I'll give you an even better treat. Do you know what I mean, baby girl?"

Paula thought and thought. Then she nodded her head once more in sick anticipation of being made to taste her Mistress during her period.

After another minute of avid sucking, Paula was ordered to spit her Mistress's panties out. Sandra retrieved them and put them in her purse.

"Well now, lets see Paula baby girl," said Sandra. "I've played with your big, floppy udders, and I've graciously felt up your little slut pussy puss for you. So what other part of your intimate cow body would I like to leave my impression on now."

"I don't know, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, I do." smirked Sandra. "I still have to survey the inside of my new slave puss's little rosette hole. Don't I, cutie pie?"

Paula flushed with a new feeling of embarrassment at the mention of her tight little fundament.

"I guess so Mistress Sandra."

"Well, you silly old cow, I guess I guess so too." Sandra giggled and reached for Paula's skirt once again.

"Turn around and bend way over like the good obedient little teacher slut puppy you are."

Paula did as commanded, and Sandra hiked the hem of her teacher's skirt up over her bent back.

Revealed was a large, round, smooth butt with an enticing little crack that grew wider the closer it came to her vagina, that Sandra could see peeking out from between the older woman's thighs.

"What a truly lovely teacher ass I now own." said Sandra as she slid her other hand over the smooth surface of Paula's butt cheeks.

Paula flinched just a little as Sandra felt her up, but knew right enough not to move one inch.

"That's my good little girl. Just let Mistress Sandra have a nice long feel of her teacher slut's big old butty butt. You know, I can hardly wait to spanky spank you, baby girl. Don't you deserve it? You're such a bad girl."

Paula shivered at Sandra's words, but did not attempt to pull away.

After Sandra had explored the entirety of Paula's butt cheeks, she crooked her middle finger and ran it along the inside of her teacher's butt crack. Paula's crack was moist after her being at work all day and that left a little residue on her Mistress's finger. Sandra extracted her finger, walked around to where Paula was bent over, and slowly inserted her digit into her teacher's mouth.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, good, isn't it, baby girl."

Paula nodded her head a little and sucked on her Mistress's finger.

Eventually, Sandra extracted her wet finger from Paula's hungry mouth.

"OK, you've had enough fun, baby girl. Now its my turn."

So saying, Sandra went back behind her teacher slave and proceeded to insert her saliva moistened index finger slowly into Paula's tight little rosette. The older woman clinched her little pucker, but Sandra was not to be denied. She pushed the saliva-covered digit right on in till her palm flushed against Paula's butt cheek. Then she rotated her hand back and forth, turning her finger inside.

At first, Paula squealed at this invasion of her fundament, but as she got used to it, her squeals turned to moans of sensual bliss.

"Does it feel good you silly old cow." Sandra cooed.

"Un huh, Mistress Sandra." Paula moaned softly as her Mistress plumbed her depths with her finger.

Suddenly and without warning, Sandra crooked her burrowing finger into a hook that immobilized Paula's butt completely. Then, just as suddenly, she began slapping Paula's butt cheeks hard with her other hand.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Paula cried out in pain as her Mistress held her in place with one finger crooked deep in her butthole and slapped her cheeks repeatedly with the other hand.

"You can't imagine what a turn on it is to beat your teacher's ass and have her let you do it," Sandra shouted above Paula's cries of growing distress.

"Obey me, bitch, obey me always. Get used to obeying me. Don't you dare try to pull away when I'm spanking you, you silly old cow." Sandra said the words over and over again in time to her slaps. Paula's squeals grew louder and more high pitched as Sandra continued slapping her.

The happy teen tormentor smiled all over her face.

But, eventually, Sandra's hand grew tired and she stopped slapping. One more cruel twist from her crooked finger and then she removed it from her teacher's asshole.

There was just a little streak of black-brown residue on her finger, and Sandra wiped it on the inside of Paula's skirt.

Paula was in no condition to complain. She was too busy sobbing her eyes out at the pain in her little hole and on her hot buttcheeks. The indignation that Sandra had caused her sent waves of sick shame through her body.

After Sandra's most recent little object lesson, there could be no lingering doubt in Paula's mind as to who was the owner and who the owned. The role reversal in that she now found herself was complete at last.

As the pain slowly subsided, Paula straightened herself back up and stood patiently awaiting her Mistress's next order.

Truth to tell, as Paula came back to herself, she had to admit that it was just as titillating to be treated like a submissive slut as it must have been for her teenage Mistress to have their customary roles reversed. Somehow, a deep and lasting perverse bond was forming between teacher and student, slave and Mistress. Each understood that she met the other's sexual and psychological needs perfectly; the one to dominate, the other to be dominated.

By the time Sandra was ready to leave Bridewell Academy that afternoon with her new sex toy, Paula had become thoroughly accustomed to the reality that a teenage girl less than half her age was now in total control not only of her sex life; but also her entire life. More to the point, Paula was compelled to admit to herself that she had willingly allowed this to happen for no other reason than that she had become sexually addicted to Sandra, and that Sandra was willing to torment her for the pure sick fun of it. That was the bond between them, and it was a strong one.

Before opening the big front hall door, Sandra allowed Paula to button her blouse back and straighten her attire to allay any suspicions of anyone who might still be on the grounds of the school at this late hour. In doing so, Sandra assured her teacher that she shouldn't expect such leniency all the time.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Four:

As they left the classroom building, Sandra St. George asked her teacher, Mrs. Paula Beale, "Where's your car, baby girl dear."

"Over there in the lot, Mistress Sandra. We seem to be almost the last ones here."

"I can see that you silly old cow. And that being the case, unbutton that tight little blouse again and let my teacher slut's floppy old udders breath free."

Reluctantly, Paula did as her Mistress commanded, hoping desperately that they were in fact alone in the parking lot. There were so very few cars left.

Just as they reached Paula's car, the anxious teacher noticed that the car parked two spaces away from her had an occupant. Sandra noticed it at the same time.

"Leave that blouse unbuttoned, Paula; and keep your hands at your sides until we see who it is."

The shamed teacher's hands dropped to her sides as her desperate hopes of non discovery dropped through her feet. Who could it be, and what horrible things would happen to her now.

It turned out that the person sitting in the other car and looking curiously over at Paula and her new Mistress was 32 year old Ms. Ann Bently, a math teacher at Bridewell. Sandra recognized her as one of her own teachers, and one whom she liked very much because of her domineering, no nonsense, style of teaching. It seems that Ms. Ann Bently liked nothing better than to humiliate a recalcitrant girl student in front of the entire class. Sandra saw some wicked evil possibilities here for herself and her new teacher toy.

Observing Paula Beale's state of undress and Sandra's appraising stare, Ann Bently opened her car door and stepped out into the parking lot.

"Hi Sandra; hello Paula. What's the matter with your blouse?"

"Hi Ms. Bently," Sandra said brightly. "There's nothing wrong with Paula's blouse."

"But its open all the way down to her waist."

"Yes, I know," Sandra giggled. "I like it that way."

Paula blushed furiously and hung her head in utter mortification and embarrassment as her colleague stared at her, openly admiring her revealed charms.

"YOU like it that way."

"Yes, Ms. Bently. Don't you?"

Ann Bently looked at her young student and her abashed colleague, and a little light dawned in her head. She absentmindedly licked her lips as if she were about to have dinner and liked what was on the menu.

"Why yes, Sandra; I think I do like it that way. Come over here to me, Paula, so I can really see those luscious big tits of yours. You know, dear, that I have wanted the opportunity of getting to know them better for a long time now."

Paula was absolutely mortified at the notion of being forced by Sandra to allow Ms. Bently to molest her breasts. She turned her flushed face toward her new Mistress, silently imploring her to make it stop.

Sandra looked daggers at her new submissive.

"Do you love me or don't you, Paula slut?"

The embarrassed teacher lowered her eyes.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I love you."

"And do you or don't you want me to make love to you, Paula slut?"

Paula shivered at the thought of being made to say it aloud."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I want you to make love to me."

"Then, do what you're told and go over to the nice teacher lady, and let her see your big ole udders up close. In fact, why don't you beg her to play with them like the subbie slut you are."

"Come here. Come here Paula baby girl," Ms. Bently patted her thigh and called out to her colleague as though she were calling a pet dog. Paula resignedly shuffled over to her fellow teacher; her face turned toward the ground. Ann stood there in the parking lot, watching her submissive victim approach, a wicked smile of empending triumph on her pretty face.

"I can't wait to feel up those big jugs of yours, Paula," Ann Bently chuckled. "I've been lusting after them for it seems like forever. And you can't blame me, really; the way you walk around braless and all. You're such a nasty little puss tease, aren't you, cutiepie? Now beg me nicely like your Mistress told you to."

Paula turned a bright red of embarrassment.

"Since you've teased me so much, I really agree that you aught to make amends by begging me to play with your big tits for you just like the nasty little slut you obviously are."

Paula defiantly shook her head. This was going just too far. How could she allow these two horrid females to use her and degrade her this way.

"Paula!"

Sandra's voice had a warning in its tone that was unmistakable.

Paula looked at her haughty young Mistress and them back at her hungry-eyed colleague and resigned herself to her submissive fate.

"Please Ann. I'm very sorry I teased you so much. I'm such a slut. Please feel up my breasts for me. I really want you to. Please."

Ann smirked all over her face.

"Sure I will Paula. Now that you've begged me so nicely."

When Paula came within reach, Ann thrust out her hands and greedily fondled her colleague's breasts with her long, squeezing, pinching fingers.

Paula shuddered in sensual arousal despite herself as Ann continued to caress her firm breast flesh.

"Ummmmmm, they're really nice ones, aren't they, cutie pie? And it's sooooo obvious that you just love being felt up by another woman. Isn't it, you disgustingly subbie little lezzie slut?"

Tears of shame and degradation filled Paula's eyes as Ann slid her hands around all over her big breasts. But at the same time, she began to pant.

"Now don't cry Paula slut girl," Ann said softly as she massaged Paula's big breasts. "Think of how much fun we girls will all have with these delish tits of yours in the teachers' lounge during our planning period from now on."

At the realization that Ann Bently was planning to tell all her female colleagues about Paula's new status as Sandra St. George's' submissive slave slut, the older woman began to sob openly.

"Please Ann, please don't tell, please don't."

"Well Paula, you know I'll have to tell Headmistress Margaret. She will surely be interested in your, shall we say, surrender, to one of your own students. Don't you think so?"

"Please, Ann, oh please don't," Paula Beale whispered as Ms. Bently continued to stroke and fondle her breasts. "Please don't tell. I'll do anything you say, but please, please don't tell on me."

"But Headmistress Margaret will surely want to join us whenever I play with you," Ann reasoned aloud. "I just know that she will simply get off big time on making you do nasty little tricks for her. It's OK with you if Headmistress Margaret and I play with your little lezzie slut Paula baby girl here from time to time, isn't it, Sandra?"

"Sure it is Ms. Bently. That is, whenever I'm not playing with her myself."

Paula flushed deep red at the realization that her teacher colleague and her new Mistress were discussing her as if she were nothing more than a slut doggie; to be passed around from one to the other to play with.

But Ann's insistent fingers were overriding her embarrassment. Paula began to quiver and pant once again.

"And you won't mind it at all if Headmistress Margaret and I take our little petty poo here into the teachers' lounge from time to time and make her use that sweet, wet tongue of hers to pleasure all the other teacher ladies, will you, dear?"

Sandra smiled cruelly.

"No, Ms. Bently. I won't mind at all, as long as you let me watch, and as long as all the teacher's she services know who she really belongs to."

"Oh, that's no problem at all, Sandra. In fact, having all her teacher lady colleagues know that she belongs to you and is munching them off so assiduously at your orders will be part of the trip."

All the while they were talking, Ann continued to fondle Paula's ample breasts and play wickedly with her erect nipples. Paula dimly heard what was being said about her and the plans being made for her further degredation, but that only turned her on all the more.

"Ummmmmm. She likes all this attention, doesn't she," Ann chuckled. "Paula, you're such a bad little lezziegirl, aren't you."

Paula just stood there, awash in a sea of humiliation and lust.

"Answer her, baby girl," Sandra insisted.

"Yes, Ann. I'm so bad."

"And do you want to be a really bad little lezziegirl and do all sorts of wicked, nasty things with all your friends at school."

Paula was so turned on she could barely stand. Hot secretions were dripping down the inside of her thigh.

"Yes, Ann. I want to be a really bad little lezziegirl."

Ann smiled over at Sandra. "God, how I love molesting submissive little sluts like our Paula here. And I love even more making them promise to do all sorts of nasty little things for me. Thank you so much for the opportunity."

"My pleasure," Sandra cooed as she took in every last detail of the tableau in front of her.

As Ann continued feeling her up, Paula allowed a groan of sexual pleasure to escape her lips. Ann smiled.

"Oh yes, Sandra. We understand each other fully. She's a real pet. And now, and most reluctantly I must add, I have to get on home to my own little subbiepoo. Perhaps we'll let them play together some time. I think my little big girl would just adore a tussle with your Paula while we watch."

"Sure, Ms. Bently. That would be cool."

"And you meant what you said about letting Headmistress Margaret and me play with her sometime as well."

"Sure."

Ann gave Paula's pendulous breasts one last hearty squeeze and let them go.

"Paula, you will report to me or Headmistress Margaret whenever Sandra says it's OK with her. Do you understand me, slut."

"Yes Ann," Paula replied barely above a whisper.

"Say it right, Paulabitch," Sandra lashed out, backhanding her teacher across the mouth. Paula flinched at the sudden pain, but knew her place by now.

"Yes, Mistress Ann."

Sandra beamed like a proud pet owner at how far her Paula had already come in just one short afternoon.

"Now get in the car, Paula baby girl. Bye, Ms. Bently. See you later."

"I can't wait," Ann Bently laughed loudly as she returned to her own car.

Paula obediently got in on the driver's side and Sandra climbed into the front passenger seat.

"Where are we going, Mistress Sandra," Paula asked meekly.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Paula screamed out from the sudden pain as Sandra slapped her face back and forth.

"Don't EVER ask me to explain myself, you silly cow. From now on, you just do everything I tell you. Is that clear enough for you, you stupid cow."

Paula felt the trickle of tears on her flushed cheek.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra placed her fingertip against her teacher's lips, indicating that she wanted absolute silence out of her new sex toy. When the seventeen year old was certain that Sandra had understood her meaning and was going to obey her demand for silence, the young girl removed her finger and moved her hand slowly until it came to rest at the very beginning of the sweel of her teacher's fully exposed breast. While Paula jerked at her Mistress's touch , she had discipline enough not to pull away as Sandra cupped her right breast, sensually assaying it's weight, softness, and sensitivity. Paula continued to sit bolt upright behind the wheel of her car as Sandra gave her sensitive breast a firm little squeeze.

"Now doesn't that feel good, Paula baby girl."

Sandra leaned against her teacher's rigid body and whispered her licensious question into Paula's right ear. When Paula could not bring herself to reply, Sandra giggled softly and impishly ran her wet tongue around her teacher's ear.

"You better tell me right this minute, baby. Or I'll stop."

Paula could only nod her head ever so slightly. She just could not bring herself to say the words.

"Tell me, baby," Sandra hissed out the demand. Then, to emphasize that she would not be thwarted, Sandra bit down hard on Paula's earlobe.

"Owwww. Yes. Ok. I like it."

"You like what, babygirl."

Paula gulped.

"I like being ... felt up by you."

The older woman clutched the steering wheel until her nickels turned dead white. There was nowhere for her to go to escape. And she really did not want to escape, anyway. Sandra fully understood Paula's mental conflict; the malestrom of confusion, fear, and also arousal that swirled through her brain.

"That's very good, baby," Sandra whispered.

"I knew that you would just adore being petted by little old me."

She shifted slightly, bringing her full lips right against those of her teacher. Paula instinctively parted her own lips and began to breath in little gasps and pants. God how she prayed that Sandra wouldactually kiss her. Then Sandra gave Paula's breast a vicious little squeeze, and, when Paula gasped in pain, her student jabbed her stiff tongue deep into the older woman's mouth. Paula whimpered pitiously as Sandra continued to kiss her long and passionately. As they kissed, Sandra's hand roved freely over her teacher's breasts, exciting her with the thrill of banked lust. But just as Paula was experiencing the first little tremors of approaching orgasm, Sandra suddenly pulled away.

"Before we start for home my sweet little pussyslut, I want you to hike up that skirt of yours around your tummy so I can get at my baby girl's pussy if I want to as we ride happily along."

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Do I have to."

Paula's plaintive whine was cut short by a hard slap to the face.

"Are we still having trouble understanding just who's in charge here." Sandra shrieked.

"Now slide that damn skirt up those cow legypoos of yours so I can see my baby girl's pussy."

Dutifully, Paula raised her hips off the car seat and slid her skirt to mid thigh, hoping against hope that this would be enough to satisfy her new Mistress.

"Higher Paula baby girl. I want to see every bit of that cute little furpuss of yours."

Paula bowed to the inevitable and rooked up her skirt so that the hem came well above the top of her moist vagina.

Sandra immediately fell to plundering about her teachers pudenda. Paula squealed and jumped in her seat as Sandra felt her up.

"Oooooh, Paula. Your clit is so big and sensitive to the touch, Isn't it."

Paula squealed once more as Sandra palpated her clithead.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"And I bet he will be even more sensitive when I take you to a friend of mine and have his little hideyhood removed for you. Then I can really play with him any time I want to."

Paula felt a stab of anxious worry as she tried to puzzel out Sandra's words, but the insistent way the seventeen year old was fondling her sensitive little butten drove all fear for the future away.

Suddenly Sandra stopped what she was doing, stuck her exploring finger in her mouth, and sucked Paula's secretions off it noisily.

"Paula, you taste better than any other grown woman that has ever belonged to me. Do you know that, baby."

Paula was simply extatic with pleasure.

"Thank you, Mistress Sandra. I want to taste good to you."

Sandra took her clensed finger out of her mouth and smiled.

"Paula baby girl, do you by any chance have a dog collar at home that fits you, hmmmmmm."

The teacher was caught completely off guard.

"Why no, Mistress Sandra."

Then don't you think we'd better get one on the way home since you're now my little slutpuppy and stuff."

Paula was uncertain as to where this line of questions would lead, but she knew better than to disagree with her new Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Well then, head over to the pet shop and we'll pick one out that will just fit that sexy, long slutpuppy neck of yours. Oh yes, and a leash to go on it. I can't take my little slutpuppy for walkees unless I have her leashed. Right. The leash laws in this city are very strict."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

As Paula drove from Bridewell Academy over to the pet shop, Sandra busied herself sliding her possessive hand seductively up and down Paula's smooth and well muscled right thigh. As she did so, she used the time to tell Paula about some of her little sick schemes that would directly involve her submissive sex toy. She left no doubt in Paula's mind that she had a rich imagination and a mean streak a mile wide. Paula could expect no mercy at the hands of this seventeen year old vixen.

By the time they got to the pet shop, Paula was sobbing again, almost unable to park the car.

"Button up that blouse, baby girl. You don't want to embarrass me, now do you."

"No, Mistress Sandra," Paula rebuttoned her blouse.

"And pull that skirt down, you sick little exhibitionist, you. I don't want enybody else seeing your legs just now but me."

Paula did as she was told.

"Lets go in and see if they have something I like." Sandra said cheerily as if this were a normal shopping outing.

As Sandra was well aware, the young lady behind the sales counter was one of Paula's students from Bridewell working evenings to earn a little extra spending money. It was Sandra's best friend from school, Gracie Pitts.

"Hi Mrs. Beale. Hi Sandra"

Paula was mortified at having to meet one of her students in the presence of her new Mistress, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Hi Gracie. Mrs. Beale and I are in the market for a cute little doggie collar and a sturdy leash to go with it."

"I didn't know you had a dog, Mrs. Beale."

"She doesn't."

"Well then why..."

Sandra giggled, placed her hand right on Paula's backside, and began openly rubbing her buttcheek.

"It's for her."

Paula almost fell through the floor in shame and humiliation.

"Tell her," ordered Sandra as she slid her hand possessively along Paula's left hip and around her buttflesh.

"Yes, Gracie, its for me."

"Way cool." Gracie's eyes lighted up and she led the way back to the dog collars and leashes. "I thought by the distracted way she acted in class today that Mrs. Beale here was just about hot enough to become somebody's little slutpuppy; and I figured it was you she had the hots for. Now we know."

Paula blushed all over her face.

"Yes Gracie, you were right. She HAS a bad case of the hots for me and she HAS become my little slutpuppy. And now I want to get a really kewl doggie collar for my sexy new teacherpet. What kind would you recommend."

Gracie considered her friend's salacious request carefully.

"Well the poodle collars are the cutest; bright pink with little silver studs."

"Do you think you have one in Mrs. Beale's size."

"I think so, but we will have to try a few on just to make sure."

"Fine. You're the expert. You fit her with the right collar and I'll sit back and watch."

"Is that OK with you, Mrs. Beale." Gracie giggled.

"Yes, Gracie. Please find a really cute doggie collar for me."

As she said the words, Paula wriggled in sensuous anticipation.

"Kewl."

Gracie took down a collar and handed it to her teacher.

"Here, Mrs. Beale, try this one on."

Paula, flushed red with embarrassment, took the pink poodle collar from Gracie and put it around her neck. When she fastened it, it was obvious that it was much too loose.

"Lets try a couple sizes down."

Paula took the next collar offered her by Gracie and put it on. It was very tight. But when it was securely fastened around her neck, Paula felt her vagina spasm in lewd lust. Her eyes lit up as if this were Christmas morning and she were a five year old with her presents spread out in front of her.

"I think she likes that one." Sandra said with a giggle in her voice. "We'll take it. Now for a good long leash for when we go walkees."

"Sure Sandra," Gracie said. "We have some really sturdy chain leashes that are about eight feet long."

"Well, please get one Gracie and attach it to her cute little puppycollar for her."

"Sure thing."

Gracie found a leash that met Sandra's requirements for sturdiness and length and snapped it onto Paula's collar.

She handed the lead to Sandra who immediately tugged on it with enough force to drag Paula across the aisle right to her.

Paula groaned with growing sexual need. Despite herself, this whole affair with the dog collar was really turning her on.

"Well Gracie, this leash works perfectly, and little puppypoo here sure seems to like it, don't you little puppypoo."

"Yes. I like it."

"Didn't you forget something."

Paula blinked in confusion, then she remembered

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I like the doggie collar and leash."

Gracie giggled so hard she almost fell on the floor.

"Wow, Sandra. That's so sick."

"Yeah, I know it's sick, but I like it, and so does she."

Gracie giggled again. Then a little light went off in her head.

"Can she do tricks."

"Well, why don't you ask her, Gracie."

"Mrs. Beale," Gracie asked with a tentative quiver of lust in her voice. "Can you do tricks."

"What kinds of tricks, Gracie." Paula whispered as she looked at Sandra's friend with apprehension in her eyes.

"You know," Gracie lifted the hem of her short skirt to her waist, allowing her teacher to feast her eyes on the teenager's smooth, tan legs and pantie-covered crotch.

"Tricks."

"Don't you want to give Gracie a little treat for finding you such a nice doggie collar and leash, Paula baby girl."

"Paula baby girl." Gracie giggled again. "Is that what you call her."

"Among other things. Now answer me. Don't you want to give Gracie a nice treat."

Paula bowed her head in total humiliation when she realized just what Gracie was demanding of her. Even so, the sexual heat began spreding through her once again.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Gracie looked at her teacher with lewd interest, and, without further ado, ordered; "Get down on your knees, Paula baby girl, and give me my treat. Right this minute."

Paula sank slowly to her knees; her eyes never leaving the interesting little bulge in Gracie's pantiegusset. Then the hungry teacher crawled on all fours to where Gracie was standing, and pressed her face against the teenager's crotch. She inhaled deeply of Gracie's warm, musky girlscent, and began licking her clitoris and labia right through the satiny material of her panties.

Gracie sighed.

"Ummmmmmmm, that's a gooooooood little puppy. Now be a good little slut and move my crotchband aside, you nasty Paula baby girl, you, so you can really give me a treat with that warm, wet teachertongue of yours."

Paula reached up, slid her finger inside Gracie's crotchband, and pulled it aside. There, before her famished eyes, was the teenager's smooth shaved vulva.

But there was also another surprise awaiting Paula; the little string of a tampon dangling below Gracie's pouting pussylips.

"I keep it shaved for my boyfriend, but he doesn't like to lick me there when I get my period. Why don't you do me instead, Paula baby girl. It feels especially good for me right now."

Paula looked up at Sandra with desperation in her eyes.

Sandra said nothing, but smiled wickedly as she reached inside her purse for a tissue.

"Pull Gracie's little tampon out of her puss puss like the obedient slut you are and put it in this tissue for me."

Paula slowly pulled the string and then the used tampon it was attached to out of Gracie's tight vagina and wrapped it in the tissue. Sandra took it and threw it away for her.

"It's a light day for me today Paula baby girl, so you shouldn't have too much to worry about."

Paula turned her face toward where Gracie had squatted and began to lap at her clitoris and labia, tasting the sweet iron flavor of the secretions her lingual ministrations were fetching forth.

Gracie tasted wonderful to her teacher, who indicated her contentment by licking around the puffy lips all the harder.

Sandra's teenage friend whimpered in extasy and squatted a little more, giving Paula complete access to her entire vulva. Paula took full advantage, licking and shurping her student's sex, turning her on more and more, until Gracie finally came; her shuddering orgasm accompanied by little whimpers of delight. Paula lapped up every drop.

When Gracie had cummed herself out and returned to herself, she said, "Not as good as my boyfriend, but you'll do in a pinch, teach. How about next month about this same time."

Paula was now completely and utterly embarrassed by her degrading position, kneeling there on the pet shop floor, a dog collar around her slender neck, with the ferrus taste of Gracie's vaginal secretions still in her mouth.

Sandra reached in her purse, took out Paula's panties, and wiped her teacher's face with them; cleaning off most of the pinkwhite residue Gracie had deposited there until Paula was more or less presentable.

"Well, she may not be all that good at pussylicking right now, Gracie. But give her time. I plan to provide her with lots of practice over the next week. By the time you want her to service you again, she should be a medalist at it."

Sandra smiled down beatifically at her teacher slave and stroked her hair affectionately; just as she would a favorite pet.

"Now Paulapuppy, haven't you forgotten something."

Paula had no idea what Sandra was talking about.

Sandra reached inside her purse again and retrieved a wrapped tampon. "I always keep one handy, just in case. But I think Gracie needs it more than me right now."

Sandra unwrapped the tampon and handed the applicator to Paula. "As a science and health teacher, you should be aware of the importance of inserting these things just right. Why don't you give us a demonstration right now."

Paula was mortified. She really didn't want to do this, but Sandra and Gracie were insistent.

Finally, Paula crawled back to where Gracie was now squatting obscenely and inserted the applicator into her vaginal opening. When the tampon was seated properly, Paula slid the applicator out and threw it away.

"Service with a smile," chuckled Sandra.. "From now on Paula baby girl, you can be my little assistant when it comes to period time. Now pay the nice lady for the doggie collar and leash and then we'll head for home."

Paula rose to her feet, and reached into her purse to get the money out. Then a wave of sudden fear washed over her.

"But Mistress Sandra. Can't we please take off the collar until we get home" Paula pleaded.

"Heavens no. I want the world to see just how proud I am of my new puppypoo."

As they walked back to the front of the pet shop, Paula was relieved to find that the store was empty of customers.

"Twenty-three dollars, please." Gracie minced over to the cash register, still in a gigglefit.

Paula took out her wallet and paid for the collar and leash.

"Well have a good time with your new pet, Sandra. See you back in class in a week. Oh and Paula baby girl, I'll be looking forward to seeing you in about a month. But next time, we'll schedule for one of my heavy days."

"Thanks Gracie, see ya."

"OK Paula baby girl, back in the car and home again home again, jiggity jig. Oh well, perhaps you aren't such a FAT pig after all, but I still like the rhyme. Get in."

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Five:

Sandra reached over and snapped the leash off Paula's collar before she got in the car.

"We don't need this right now. Its only for when we go walkees."

"Thank you Mistress Sandra."

"OK, baby girl. Let's go home and meet the family."

Paula started the car and began to back out of the pet shop parking lot.

"Hey Pauladunce, raise that skirt of yours back where you had it before and unbutton that blouse. We're alone now and I want to have access to everything that belongs to me."

Paula dutifully complied; her face awash in conflicting emotions.

When she had completed her task of exposing her breasts and crotch to her young Mistress, Paula re-started her car, backed it out of the parking lot, and turned onto the street that led home.

As she drove along, Paula began to feel a growing sense of dread regarding her decision to become Sandra's submissive sex slave. It was all well and good so far as it had gone. Paula even had to admit that she had derived a great deal of masochistic sexual pleasure in surrendering herself wholly to Sandra's whims. The soppiness at her crotch certainly disabused her of any notions to the contrary.

But now they were headed to her house, where her two children Kathy, aged fifteen, and Bud, aged thirteen were waiting for her. What depraved things could Sandra possibly have in mind for them, and how far would she be expected to allow her new Mistress to push her and her family into her sick and perverse world.

Seeing the beginnings of second thoughts etching her teacher's face, Sandra decided to demonstrate just how much control she had over the older woman.

While Paula kept driving along the thankfully almost deserted street, Sandra reached down, pushed her teacher's thighs wide apart, and viciously tweezed Paula's tender and exposed clitoris between her thumb and index finger. Paula sucked in her breath as the pleasure pain overwhelmed her to the point that she almost had to stop the car.

"Do you still agree that your whole body belongs to me, including this little fellow down here, hmmmmm." Sandra teased.

"Don't you just love it when I flick this little bud back and forth like I'm doing right now. Come on you silly cow. Tell me true or I'll stop."

"No. Please don't stop." Sandra's teacher moaned, almost losing her concentration on her driving.

"Oh come on, baby girl. You can beg for it better than that. Now really beg me like the nasty little slut you are."

"Please. Please, Mistress Sandra. Please keep playing with my nasty little clitty button. I really need to feel your hands on my body. I love it when you do that. "

"Do what, Paula cunt," Sandra coaxed as she continued to torment her teacher's erect clitoris with her fingernails.

"When you play with my little clitty button just like you are doing right now." Paula sighed, almost in a faint.

Paula's long pent up juices were flowing inside her vagina and dribbling down the crack of her butt onto the car seat. Her vaginal muscles slowly clenched and unclenched, frantically gripping at something that was not there. The resultant pleasure-pain was monumental for the poor teacher.

"Why you shameless little slutcow; you are absolutely drenching my happy little fingers in nasty ole teacher puss puss wet." Sandra spoke in a high pitched little girl voice that almost sent her teacher over the edge despite her still being forced to concentrate on her driving.

Sandra pulled her slippery hand away from Paula's drippy vulva and raised her index and first finger up to the older woman's mouth.

"Here, baby girl. Here, baby girl." Sandra said it coyly as she rubbed her fingers slowly against Paula's full lips. "Suck your grownup woman puss puss wet off my happy fingers, you sick little babybitch."

Paula obediently opened her mouth just enough for Sandra to slip her stickywet fingers inside.

Then Paula closed her lips around Sandra's digits and began to suck and lick her own vaginal moistness off her Mistress's fingers. She was totally oblivious to the fact that oncoming drivers could see her peculiar behavior through the windshield.

It took all the teacher's concentration not to wreck the car, so much was her attention concentration focused on her salacious task. And when there was absolutely not one more drop of nectar left on Sandra's fingers, Paula stopped sucking and licking, and the young girl slid them out of her mouth.

Sucking her own vaginal secretions off her Mistress's fingers and then having Sandra go back to tormenting her clitoris once more took Paula almost over the top once again. But, as before, when Sandra sensed her teacher slave getting close to release, she stopped diddling her clitoris and slapped her pendulous breasts, causing Paula to return to a very painful here and now.

Paula was, to say the least, intensely frustrated by now with all this off again on again. She felt just like a confused little girl punished for doing something that she hadn't really done.

"Paula baby, I want to know something. Can you drive and play with yourself at the same time."

"I don't know, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, lets find out. There is no traffic on this little side street, so I think we'll be safe enough. And I suddenly have this overwhelming need to watch you masturbate yourself like the nasty little slut you are."

At the though of being ordered wantonly to frig herself solely for the amusement of her student Mistress, Paula shivered all over her body. She gripped the steering wheel firmly with her left hand and placed her right hand in her lap. Then she began pressing her first two fingers just above her clitoris and rubbing them around and around in tiny circles.

Paula's breathing became shallow and her eyes slitted as she began to experience the sensual effects her fingers were having on the protruding head of her clitoris. Paula was becoming hornier and hornier, both from the actual manipulation of her sex and also from the exhibitionist manner in that she was being ordered to serve her Mistress.

"Does it turn you on to play with your little puss puss while your Mistress watches you, baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Does it turn you on really, really hard."

"Yeeeesssssss, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, you know something, Paula baby girl. It turns me on to watch you do it, too. Stop playing with yourself for a minute, Paula baby girl, and let me have just a little taste of that soppy pussy of yours."

Paula immediately jammed two fingers into her soppy little vagina and scooped out a little dollop of lubricating cyprienne fluid. She then raised her hand and put it right in front of Sandra's mouth.

Sandra moved her face to the offered fingers, stuck her tongue out and licked the digits clean of Paula's secretions.

"You taste just like a grown up baby girl woman in heat, Paula. Are you a grown woman in heat."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I'm a grown woman in heat."

"Are you a grown woman in heat for me."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I'm in heat for you."

"Well then you hot pussy baby girl slut you, get back to playing with yourself. We want to keep you all hot and bothered, don't we."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra; we want to keep me all hot and bothered." The sexual fire in Paula's vagina was literally screaming to be put out. Her hand moved back to her crotch and once more her fingers began their arousing little dance.

As Paula continued to frig herself, Sandra began her lecture. "Now, when we get home Paula baby girl, you silly old cow, I want you to give me your car keys and house keys. You won't be driving anywhere anymore unless I give you my permission, and you certainly won't be deciding on your own any more when you go in or out of my house. Am I clear."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." a downtrodden, dejected, and sexually frustrated Paula said barely above a whisper as she peered out the windshield. She knew just by the sound of Sandra's voice that she would soon have to stop diddling herself because her car was within a block of her house.

As Paula parked in front of her house, Sandra smiled lewdly in anticipation of the next phase of her slave teacher's humiliation.

"You know, after all we've been through this afternoon, you haven't even kissed your Mistress. Don't you want to give your Mistress a great big sloppywet smooch before we go inside and face your little ones." Sandra said in a sweet, enticing little voice.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," moaned Paula. "I want to kiss you very much."

"Well then, sweetums, stick out that long pink tongue of yours and lets get to it. I've wanted to be frenched by my teacher for so long now."

Paula immediately stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and held it stiff as her Mistress wrapped her lips around it and slid her head back and forth just as if it were a small penis and she were giving head.

Paula began to whimper softly as Sandra continued her reverse french kiss.

Sandra moved all the way forward until her full lips touched those of her teacher. She pressed her face forward, forcing Paula's mouth open down below her own. Then Sandra allowed the spittle that had collected in her mouth to slide slowly down Paula's tongue and into her open mouth.

When Paula's tongue was covered with Sandraspit, the young girl pulled away.

"Swallow your Mistress and prove how totally you belong to me. Do it right this very minute."

Submissively, Paula did as she was ordered, feeling her Mistress's saliva ooze down her throat. The submissive teacher trembled, partly from fear that one of her neighbors would observe her kissing her student, and partly from the exhilaration of knowing that just such a thing might well happen.

"That's my good little slutpuppy." Sandra cooed as she patted her teacher's cheek.

"You really like all this sickysex stuff I make you do, don't you, sweetiepie."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Paula nodded her head as she admitted breathlessly to her Mistress that it turned her on to be treated this way.

"And you want me real, real bad, don't you baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I want you real, real bad."

"And you really belong to me now; don't you, teacher dear."

"Yes, I really belong to you now."

Paula had no more doubts. Now, no matter what Sandra made her do, no matter how degraded she became, no matter even how far her own children were drawn into the web of Sandra's sick influence, she truly belonged to someone for the first time in her life. Paula felt so grateful to her Mistress for taking charge of her life. She was certain that she would do anything for Sandra, suffer any pain, endure any humiliation, brook any scorn, indulge in any degrading act merely to satisfy the immoral whims of her young Mistress.

Sandra knew by the look on the older woman's face that Paula had crossed the threshold of total submission. Just to prove it to herself and her teacher slave, Sandra reached out and squeezed one of Paula's big breasts so hard that her fingers left red imprints in the flesh. Sandra twisted the breast back and forth and pulled it away from Paula's body until her slave felt as if the breast was being ripped away from her flesh. Tears of agony filled Paula's eyes, but she did not pull away from the torment that her Mistress saw fit to force upon her. In fact, she gloried in it.

Sandra let go of the breast only to grasp its tortured nipple and tweeze it between thumb and forefinger until Paula thought she would have to scream from the sheer pain.

"Say it, my little teacher sex toy baby girl."

"Oh, Mistress, I'll say anything you want me to say but what do you want me to say."

"Say it slave, before I pull this nasty little nipple right off your udder."

"Please tell me what you want me to say and I'll say it," cried Paula, lost in a universe of perverted painpleasure.

"One last chance to say it right," Sandra hissed. "Or I reach over and bite this nipple of yours right off your body. I mean it this time, bitch."

Paula's mind screamed out in desperate confusion. Then, she had it.

"I am completely yours, Mistress Sandra. To do with whatever you will." Paula cried out as if the end of the world were at hand.

"That's correct." Sandra smiled benevolently as if she were offering Paula a blessing. "Your body, your mind, your very soul belong exclusively to me. What I tell you to do, you will do. No hesitation. No second thoughts. Just do it simply because I say so."

"I will do whatever you say and I will love you for being my Mistress." Paula sobbed, relief at getting it right all mixed in together with the pleasure pain.

"That's correct you silly old cow." Sandra giggled and let up on Paula's nipple.

"And don't you for a moment forget it, either baby girl."

"And before I'm done with you, baby girl, you will be on your knees, begging me to do anything I want to you, pleading with all your heart and soul for me to use you, and abuse you, and humiliate you, and hurt you, and torture you, and torment you, and make you do all sorts of nasty things for me. Anything I want, any time I want. You and your kids as well. You'll want me that much. I bet you want me that much right now, don't you, slut."

Paula knew that what Sandra said was true. She already wanted her young Mistress that much. Out of her extreme need, the older woman dared to reach over and hug her young Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I want you that much right now."

She trembled like a newborn colt as Sandra hugged her back, stroking her long hair and whisper licking into her ear that everything was going to be all right now. Now that Paula had confessed her need and had vowed to be her total, submissive slave.

Sandra pulled away just far enough so she could place her lips softly against those of her teacher slave. Slave and Mistress kissed passionately, their tongues intertwined, their mouths exchanging saliva, their lungs breathing in each other. For that one long exhilarating moment, Paula was truly at peace.

"Do you really love me, you nasty little baby girl teacher slut, you?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. With all my heart, and mind, and body, and soul. I love you."

"You're such an innocent little girl at heart, aren't you? Isn't it funny that you yourself have a little girl of your own in real life. I'm just dying to get hold of her and you at the same time and make you do tricks for me; nasty sick little tricks. What fun we shall all have together."

At the mention of her daughter Kathy, a flash of perverse lust shot unbidden through Paula's body. She so hoped Sandra's influence on the rest of her family would become as strong as it was on her. She began to weave kinky little fantasies in her head.

"Baby girl, what are the names of your little brats?"

"Well, Mistress, my daughter is named Kathy and she's fifteen, and my son is called Bud and he's thirteen."

"Yes, yes indeed." giggled Sandra as she absentmindedly played with her teacher's big breasts. "Soon we may just have to add a little Kathy sniz to our baby girl."

"Then, who knows, perhaps very soon the addition of a little Bud pud will make for a more interesting time. You have no objections to helping me bring your little family under my control, do you, baby girl slut girl?"

"No, Mistress Sandra," Paula sighed, lost in a sea of fervant submissiveness. "I will do whatever you say for me to do."

"And the thought of your precious little ones all carrying out my nasty sick little orders doesn't bother you at all, does it?"

Paula's brain faught to rebel; to protect her precious young family from this vicious, mapilutave girl. But her sex hunger for the cruel kind of dominance and pain that she knew Sandra would provide her won out at last.

"No Mistress Sandra, if that's what you want them to do."

"Good for you," Sandra praised her new sex toy. "And as a reward for your submissive loyalty, I might be persuaded to be generous and allow you first taste of Kathy sniz and Bud pud as soon as they are ripe. Won't that be nice."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, that will be a real treat," Paula said, now suddenly eager to bring her young daughter and son under her new Mistress's perverse spell.

"Well then you sweet little old cow, lets get on with it."

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Six:

Sandra St. George ordered her teacher and new submissive sex toy Mrs. Paula Beale to get herself presentable to go inside the Beale house. Paula had a bit of straightening up to do, what with the fact that her white blouse had been completely unbuttoned and pulled off her shoulders displaying her ample breasts and that her skirt had been hiked up around her waist to reveal her long, shapely legs and moist little vagina. She rebuttoned her blouse and pushed her skirt back down to her knees, as Sandra, her student and new Mistress slid her mouth moistened little finger around the inside of her teacher's right ear. At the feel of her Mistress's teasing wet willie, Paula made little whimpering sounds of lustful need. Sandra just hummed contentedly to herself and kept right on tormenting her teacher while Paula completed her toilette, opened her car door and stepped out onto her front lawn.

"Now that you have cleaned yourself up, I want you to lean back over the seat there and lick up all that ickey puss puss wet you left behind. I want the inside of my car kept clean at all times."

Paula dutifully leaned over the driver's seat and licked up the little puddle of cyprienne fluid she had left there on the drive over.

Once all the wet was licked up, Paula stood back up to wait for her young Mistress's next order.

"Well, come around and open my door for me. Don't you have any manners at all?"

Paula cringed as she closed her door, walked briskly around the car to the passenger side, and obediently opened the door for Sandra to get out.

Sandra slowly emerged from the car, flashing Paula a glimpse of her fantastic legs, and looked around approvingly at her teacher's neighborhood.

Suddenly, Sandra reached out and gave her submissive slave a series of sharp slaps across her cheeks.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

Paula jumped and cried out in confused response.

"Why?"

"Don't you ever ask your Mistress why she does anything to you." growled Sandra as she reached over and pinched one of her teacher's nipples through her blouse.

"But just so you will know; I did it to get your attention. Do I have your attention little slutcow."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula shuddered out her response.

"OK. We are now going inside where you will introduce me to your two adorable kidsluts. Right."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"And no matter what I do for the rest of the time we are together in this house, you will immediately and obediently go along with it. Is that very clear."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Paula suddenly remembered the dog collar around her neck. Embarrassment flared once more in her mind.

"May I take my collar off until we go walkees later, Mistress Sandra?"

"No you certainly may not Paulapuppy. That collar stays on you from now on until I can replace it with a proper training collar sometime next week."

Paula shivered, anxiety mixed with salacious anticipation.

As the teacher and her Mistress started up the front walk, the enormity of Paula's degradation abruptly swept over her once again. Omigod! What had she agreed to. What acts of sick perversion had she sentenced her children to.

Seeing the hesitation in Paula's steps, Sandra reached over and put her possessive hand right on her submissive teacher's bottom. Slowly Sandra rubbed the pantieless butt through the skirt and slid her index finger along the crack of her teacher's unprotected ass.

"If you start to back out now," Sandra hissed in Paula's ear, "I'll yank down this little skirt of yours, take you across my knee, and spank your bootie long and hard for you right here in your own front yard."

Sandra punctuated her threat with a sharp swat to Paula's sensitive rear end.

"No, please don't do that." Paula begged hardly above a whisper. "I'll be good, really I will."

Sandra gave Paula's butt another swat of her hand. "OK then, stop wasting my time. You know that I can hardly wait to get at your sweet little family."

When they reached the front steps to Paula's house, Sandra took out the house key that her teacher had previously surrendered and unlocked the front door.

Once inside, Sandra whispered to Paula, "OK baby girl, say 'we're home' in a loud voice so everyone will know it."

"We're home." Paula yelled, a tremor of fear in her voice.

"Mommy, is that you," came a sweet girl voice from the rear of the house.

"Yes, Kathy. Its me."

Just then, Paula's slender fifteen year old daughter Kathy came sauntering down the hall to meet her mother. She was wearing a short skirt that displayed her smooth long legs, and a baggy sweatshirt that did little to hide her pert young breasts. Her long brown hair was arranged in a ponytail.

Her face had a sweetness to it that almost broke Sandra's heart. Oh yes. This was going to work out quite nicely, wasn't it.

When she saw a stranger standing very close beside her mom, Kathy stopped short.

"Who's your friend, Mommy." Kathy asked, a definite note of suspicion in her voice.

Paula gulped, but knew that there was no turning back.

"Kathy, this is Sandra, one of my students from the Academy. I've invited her to stay with me...I mean, with us for Spring Break."

Recognition dawned in Kathy's mind. Was this the 'Sandra' that she had heard about last night. Very interesting.

To Kathy, Sandra looked just about good enough to eat. And she could tell from the way the other girl looked at her that the feeling was mutual. Maybe they even had things in common. Things that involved her mother.

"Hmmm, that's a little unusual, isn't it Mommy." Kathy suddenly noticed the dog collar around her mother's neck, and, surprise, surprise, Kathy sensed her little vagina twitch at the thought of what that collar just possibly might mean.

"Well Kathy," Sandra interceded, making a show of putting her left arm around Paula's waist and pulling her even closer to her, "I'm a little unusual myself, so its OK, isn't it. Isn't it OK with you, Kathy, if I stay."

Kathy, seeing how Sandra had handled her mom and realizing that Paula had done nothing to stop her, said in a sly voice, "Why yes, Sandra. It's OK with me. In fact, it's very OK with me."

Kathy smirked as she saw Sandra's left hand sliding up and down her mother's left hip without any response from Paula except embarrassed silence.

"Good." Sandra said as she made direct eye contact with Kathy.

Kathy watched openmouthed as Sandra continued to move her hand around her mother's body. Her eyes traveled back and forth from Sandra's exploring hand to Paula's face, that got redder and redder with embarrassment.

"By the way, Kathy sweet," Sandra purred as she continued to move her hand over her teacher's hip. "Where is your little bratbrother Bud."

"Oh him," Kathy sneered. "Because Mommy was so late getting home from school, he couldn't wait to say 'good-bye' to her. He's already gone."

"Say 'good-bye'?" Paula asked in a small voice.

"Yeah, Mommy," Kathy smiled. "You remember. Bud was going on a three day camping trip up in the mountains with that silly bunch of scouts he hangs out with. He left me here all by myself with just you and your new, ah, friend for company all weekend long."

"Oh, I forgot." Paula whispered, getting lost in the sensuality of Sandra's hand roving over her hip and midriff.

Sandra suddenly stopped fondling her submissive teacher, swung her hand back, and popped Paula sharply on the butt.

"Well, don't just stand there, Paula," Sandra said in a loud voice. "Go into the kitchen and fix us some dinner since its just us girls."

"Yes, Mis.... Yes, Sandra." Paula slowly turned to walk to the kitchen, still in a daze.

"What did you say, Paula." Sandra asked, a note of threat in her voice.

Paula slowly turned back toward her Mistress and open mouthed daughter, a sick look of anguish on her face.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, I'll go fix us dinner."

Kathy giggled and looked right at her abashed mother as she turned back toward the kitchen.

"That's right, Paula," Kathy taunted her mother. "Go fix Sandra and me some dinner. You know what I like best of all. Fix that."

Sandra smiled broadly seeing the tears of shame and humiliation begin to run down her teacher's cheeks as she turned away.

"Isn't your Mommy just the sweetest little Paula baby girl." Sandra asked Kathy as she walked across the living room toward the fifteen year old.

"Why yes she is," Kathy smiled back. "You don't know the half of it. I just hadn't realized until right this minute that I might have to share her."

"I bet that there are a lot of things you hadn't realized till right this minute." Sandra purred as she reached out and touched Kathy's cheek.

Kathy shuddered but didn't move away from Sandra's caressing hand. In fact, the fifteen year old stepped even closer.

"It looks to me like you can make my Mommy do stuff, sexy stuff. The same kind of stuff I want to make her do." Kathy said breathlessly as Sandra continued to slide her hand across the younger girl's cheek.

"Yes, I can make your Mommy do stuff, real sexy stuff." Sandra asserted with a wicked smile. The seventeen year old drew her index finger slowly along the younger girl's mouth, and Kathy instinctively pursed her lips in a little sucking kiss.

"In fact, I can make your Mommy do anything I want. You see, Kathy, your Mommy has a bad case of the hots for me."

"Really."

"Oh yeah. About the worst case I've ever seen."

"And when little big girls like your Mommy have the hots for me, I make them do things; all kinds of evil, nasty things that turn me on."

"What exactly can you make my Mommy do." Kathy asked, a malevolent gleam in her eye.

"Anything I tell her to, and I mean anything."

"Even if it embarrasses her."

"Yes. Especially if it embarrasses her."

Kathy's eyes gleamed in wanton expectation.

"Even if it hurts her."

"Yes. Especially if it hurts her."

Kathy giggled.

"Even if it hurts her a lot."

"Yes."

Kathy licked her lips and took the plunge.

"Can I play too." Kathy was breathing heavy, and only partially in response to Sandra's exploring hand that was now stroking the side and back of her young neck.

"What'll you give me for her." Sandra wanted to know.

"What do you want."

"You." Sandra grinned. She was slowly but surely reeling in another catch.

"How do you want me."

"Any way I say." Sandra's hand had slipped around to the front of Kathy's sweatshirt and was gently squeezing her young breasts through the material.

"Do you think that's a good trade." Sandra said softly as she switched from one breast to the other.

"Sure." Kathy signed as Sandra's hand slid up under the loose sweatshirt and felt up her young, perky breasts.

"So you really want to join me in putting your Mom through her paces. You want to be my partner in making your Mommy do all the nasty things I can make her do.""

"Oh yeah," Kathy whispered, her heart pounding in response to Sandra's seductive touch and Sandra's even more seductive words.

"Do you want a little demonstration of what I can make your Mommy do, and what I'll let you do to her if you please me."

"Sure."

"Right now."

"Kewl."

"Paula," Sandra yelled out. "Get your cute little Paulababygirlbutt in here right now."

Almost as the last words were coming out of Sandra's mouth, Paula literally ran into the living room and stood stark still waiting for orders.

Kathy regarded her mother, then turned to Sandra and asked, "What in the world have you done to my Mommy."

Sandra chuckled softly. "You'll see. Why don't you have a little fun."

"Can I, really."

"Sure."

Kathy responded immediately with a lewd grin. "I want to get in on this, I really, really want to."

At the sound of these words, Paula shivered in wicked anticipation of the things her Mistress and fifteen year old daughter would force her to do. The notion both terrified and teased her at the same time. The thought of being the submissive sex toy of two girls, one her own daughter, was proving to be excruciatingly tantalizing to the older woman.

Kathy walked slowly over to her mother and ran a teasing hand down the front of her blouse, brushing back and forth across Paula's hardening nipples. Paula thrust her chest out to meet her daughter's exploring hand and moaned softly in response to Kathy's lewd treatment of her.

"How far can I go with her." Kathy looked over at Sandra.

"How far do you want to go with your little slutmom, Kathy."

"All the way."

"Well, keep going, and I'll stop you if I think you've gone too far. You don't have any objections to your daughter playing the nasty with you, do you, baby girl."

Paula looked into Kathy's steelhard eyes and gulped.

"No, Mistress Sandra."

Paula bowed her head in submission but her eyes gleamed in lewd anticipation.

First Sandra had seized control of her, body and soul. Now her own daughter wanted to dominate her. Where would it all end. Right at that very moment, Paula really didn't care.

Kathy giggled happily. Wow; her own mother as a sex toy. This was going to be great.

Without another word, Kathy took one hand and lifted the hem of Paula's skirt well above her waist. Then, with the long, slender fingers of her other hand, she began to handle her mother's exposed vulva.

Paula cried out in embarrassment, but still spread her long legs enough for her daughter to have total access to her vagina. The young girl giggled happily at the realization that her mother wasn't going to do a thing to stop her.

"Mommy, you just don't know how long I've wanted to do this to you," Kathy cooed as she plucked, and pinched, and stroked, and prodded.

Kathy's exploring fingers massaged round and round in tiny insistent circles just above her mother's erect clitoris. Paula responded by opening her legs a little more and moaning softly. Then Kathy's mother thrust her hips toward her daughter's teasing fingers and pressed firmly up against them in growing need.

"She sure is hot to go," Kathy giggled as she teasingly inserted two fingers into the opening of her mom's wet vagina and slid them slowly back and forth. Paula began to pant loudly as the level of her sexual urgency increased.

Paula found it almost impossible to remain on her feet as she sank deeper and deeper into her addiction to submissive sex slavery. The older woman was being made to understand by her daughter's relentless fingering that this was an addiction that would win hands down over any lingering sense of her responsibility as Kathy's mother.

"What have you been doing to my Mommy to get her so horny," Kathy asked as she felt Paula's vaginal canal hungrily squeezing her fingers.

"I've been playing with her. I like playing with baby girl. I like it a lot. Do you like playing with her."

"You can't know how much." Kathy grinned. "I've been dreaming of this for years."

Kathy wasn't at all ready to tell Sandra about last night's little sex game she had played with her mother, but she sure was ready to continue taking perverse advantage of Paula's addiction to sexual submissiveness.

"I just can't wait to really get at her," Kathy admitted

"Do you like being played with by your own little daughter, baby girl, hmmmmm."

Paula, entangled in a humiliating net of lust, fought hard to keep from admitting what her moist vagina already had confirmed. She stood mute.

"I asked you a question, Paula baby girl. Do you like being played with by your daughter."

"Please Mistress Sandra. Please don't make me say it."

"Of course I'm going to make you say it, you silly cow. That's a big part of the fun; breaking your will to resist. Now tell me or I'll make Kathy stop playing with you and won't let her do it ever again."

"Oh please; no. I'll say it; I'll say it."

"Oh yes, Mistress Sandra, I like being played with by my daughter." Paula said between sobbing pants.

"I like it a lot. Please don't make her stop."

"Please let her make me cum."

"Please don't make her stop."

Sandra smiled broadly.

"See Kathy, she likes it. She likes being my little slavepusspuss, don't you Paula cunt."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I like being your little slave Paula cunt,"

Kathy grew bolder because of her mother's submissive admissions.

"Hold up your skirt, Mommy, so I can use my other hand to feel you up, too."

Paula immediately clasped the hem of her skirt between fingers and thumb and held it up so that Kathy could continue to diddle her vagina with her insistent, teasing fingers.

Kathy let go of the hem of her mother's skirt and brought that hand up to her blouse. She began tweaking and teasing Paula's nipples through the thin material as she continued to slide the fingers of her other hand rhythmically in and out of her mom's moist and sticky vagina.

"Why Mommy, you're nothing but a little sluttycunny, aren't you sweetie."

Despite her growing agitation at the hands of her daughter, Paula fought hard to keep from having to say the words that would confirm her final and total submissiveness to Kathy. She shook her head 'no.'

Kathy immediately stopped feeling her mother up and just stood there while Paula wriggled in frustration.

"Aren't you, Mommy."

Paula continued to shake her head 'no'.

"Aren't you."

"Yes Kathy," Paula finally panted out the words. "I'm nothing but a little sluttycunny."

"That's right, Mommy," Kathy said softly as she resumed her lascivious ministrations.

"Yes you are." piped in Sandra. "But the question is, whose little sluttycunny are you."

Paula began crying again, but she knew that she had no choice but to admit the truth.

"I'm YOUR little sluttycunny, Mistress Sandra." Paula responded huskily. By now she was almost completely enthralled by her daughter's tormenting hand and the humiliation that went along with her Mistress's demands. Here she was, a grown woman, 39 years old, being sexually aroused and lewdly played with by her own fifteen year old daughter. How long would this go on. How long could she hope to keep her sanity.

Watching Paula shudder into a series of preorgasmic tremors, Sandra decided to break the spell of her impending climax. She reached between Kathy and her mother and viciously squeezed and twisted one of Paula's big breasts through the material of her blouse.

As Paula swayed back and forth in the throes of pleasure from her daughter's fingers inside her vagina and pain from Sandra's tormenting hand upon her breast, her daughter began squeezing and twisting her mother's other breast.

"No. Please stop hurting me." Paula cried out as lust and pain warred with each other for control of her body.

"Quiet, you slutty cow." screamed Sandra. "You don't know the meaning of the word 'pain'. Besides, we like hurting you, don't we, Kathy."

"We sure do, Sandra. And we're going to hurt you a lot, Mommy, before the evening is through."

"And you're going to take it, aren't you, slutmommie."

"Yes, Kathy."

"And you're going to like it, aren't you, baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra bent forward and fastened her sharp white teeth on Paula's engorged nipple through her blouse and bit down HARD."

"Owwwwwwwwwwwww. Stop, stop, stop, please stop." Paula shrieked in pure agony, losing all track of anything except the excruciating pain that Sandra was giving her.

Kathy, responding to a growing perverse desire within herself to inflict pain upon her mother as well, leaned forward and bit down hard on Paula's other nipple.

Shriek after demented shriek echoed through the Beale house as Paula tried desperately to fend off her two torturers, but to no avail. The nightmare of pain and humiliation continued unabated by any show of mercy on the part of either Sandra or Kathy.

As Paula lost strength to scream, her shrieks turned into high pitches squeals of pain. For their parts, Sandra and Kathy just kept biting down on her nipples and listening happily to her squeals.

Just as Paula was about to lose consciousness from the agony in her tortured breasts, Sandra, then Kathy, spit out her nipples and raised their heads back up.

Paula's breath now came in ragged gasps and big hot tears of anguish flowed down her soft cheeks in little streams.

Sandra leaned forward and licked the salty hot tears off Paula's face.

"That tastes good, baby girl. You make tasty tears when you hurt a lot. And I like tasty tears."

As Kathy removed her cyprienne fluid drenched fingers from her mother's vagina, she sighed contentedly and said "Way cool. I could do that to her for hours and hours."

"Well, Kathykins sweetie, someday, as a reward for extra special goodness on your part, I may just let you." Sandra purred, deeply satisfied at the progress of her two charges.

Kathy held up her mucus coated fingers and looked at them.

"She obviously likes it when we hurt her."

"Here Mommy, lick your smelly old puss puss wet off my fingers."

Paula, somewhat recovered by now from the agony that had coursed through her breasts, dutifully opened her hungry mouth and sucked and tongued all of her tacky wetness off her daughter's fingers.

When she had completely cleaned Kathy's probing digits, Paula moved her head back and Kathy removed her fingers from between her mother's lips.

"That's my good little Mommieslut."

"OK, kids; fun's over." Sandra addressed Paula and her daughter like a brownie troop leader.

"Paula baby girl, I believe you were in the process of fixing us something to eat when I began my little demonstration. Well the demonstration is over, at least for the time being. So you can get back to work."

Paula bowed her head and slowly walked back into the kitchen to resume dinner fixing.

As soon as Paula had left the living room, Sandra walked over to Kathy and leaned alongside her face, touching her moist warm lips to the fifteen year old's earlobe.

"Don't you have something just a little sexier to wear for me." Sandra whispered in Kathy's ear as she moved her hands down to the waistband of Kathy's skirt and began sliding her index fingers along the inside.

"Don't you want to turn me on, Kathycat."

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm. Yes, Sandra. I have a really tight pair of short shorts I bought last summer that Mommy won't let me wear and a crop top that shows off my tummy and the very bottoms of my breasts."

"Well then, you sexy little Kathyvixen, you; if you want to impress me enough for me to let you play more of your sick little sex games with your Mommy, you had better run right off and get into those cute little clothes, hadn't you."

"Yes Sandra, I guess I better." Kathy giggled.

"When you're ready and you feel really sexy, come in the kitchen and let your Mommy and me see just what a little pervo you can be, hmmmmm." Sandra whispered into Kathy's ear, then gave it a sensuous flick of her tongue.

"All right." Kathy crowed as she ran to her bedroom to get ready for the evening's fun and games.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Seven:

Humming contentedly to herself, Sandra St. George went into the Beale kitchen where she found her teacher Paula mixing up pancake batter.

"This is Kathy's favorite food." Paula announced to Sandra as if everything were back to normal and Sandra were merely a guest in her home and not her Mistress.

But Sandra didn't want normal. She wanted instead to keep Paula off balance, thereby perpetuating the seventeen year old's sexual control of her submissive teacher and heightening the older woman's addiction to masochistic sex slavery.

"Does my little Paula baby girl own a digital camera." Sandra cooed as she slid her hands possessively from her teacher's waist up her back, around her blouse-covered breasts, and down her sides.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula moaned, immediately back under Sandra's spell. How, she wondered from inside her fog of submissiveness, could Sandra turn her on so fast and make her so dependent and desirous with a mere touch.

"Where is the camera, sweetie."

"I think I saw it on the coffee table in the living room when we came home. Bud must have gotten it out for Kathy to take some shots of him in his camping outfit."

"Cool. I'll go get it. I'm sure we can put it to good use later this evening."

"Please, Mistress Sandra," Paula was suddenly beside herself with dread. "I don't want there to be any pictures of what you make me do."

"That's too damn bad, 'cause I do. Pictures of all our sick little playtimes will help me keep you in line should you ever want to change your tiny little mind about being owned by me. Now stay here and finish getting dinner ready. I'll be right back."

Sandra found the camera right where Paula had said it was and made sure there was plenty of unexposed film on the roll. She left it in the living room, handy to her needs later on.

Sandra had no sooner walked back to the kitchen than Kathy sauntered in wearing her skintight short shorts and sexy little crop top.

While Sandra's reaction was a lip smacking slurp of ravenous sex hunger to get at this little Lolita vixen, Paula's was something else again.

"Kathy, I thought I told you never to wear that outfit again."

As the harsh words were coming out of Paula's mouth, Sandra stepped in front of her teacher and backhanded her twice full across her mouth.

"Shut up, Paula baby girl." Sandra screeched at the top of her voice.

"I TOLD her to put that sexy little outfit on so I could get a good look at her scrumptious little bod. And doesn't your daughter have a scrumptious little bod, teacher dear."

Paula flinched from the stinging slap and the provocative words.

"Well, doesn't she, baby girl." Sandra repeated as she went over to the fifteen year old and began sliding her hand slowly up and down along the inside of Kathy's silky thigh.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula said the words automatically. But then, she actually looked at her daughter in her sex kitten outfit contentedly being felt up by her new Mistress.

Paula had to admit to herself, even though it hurt her to the soul to do so, that her little daughter did look enticing, desirable, attractive in a very sick incestuous sort of way. Paula began to shiver as she suddenly realized that she was actually becoming seriously attracted to her daughter sexually. In fact, if the truth were known, Paula was getting really hot for her little Kathy.

"You're damn right, Paula baby girl; she does have a scrumptious bod on her. What a tuff little body you do have, Kathycakes."

Kathy giggled and spread her legs just a little to allow her new friend complete access to her long sweet legs. Her thigh muscles flexed in response to Sandra's lewd fondling, and she pressed her creamy leg up against the older girl's warm stroking hand.

"Ummmmm honey. You are a little hottie if I ever saw one."

Kathy giggled again.

After a couple more minutes of groping the fifteen year old's legs, Sandra finally forced herself to take her caressing hand off the girl's body and to sit herself down on one of the kitchen chairs.

"Hot, sooo hot. Kathy, you are such a little hottie."

Sandra shook her head in wonderment that this fifteen year old could be just so attractive to her.

As soon as she had caught her breath, Sandra motioned for Kathy to come over to her.

When Kathy was so close to Sandra that she could not get any closed, the older girl told her to stand perfectly still while she inspected the merchandise.

Paula stood in agonized silence as her Mistress began to feel up her daughter again. The older woman so desperately wanted Sandra to be feeling HER up; not her daughter. Paula was more than a little jealous.

And this time, Sandra was evidencing no inhibitions at all as she explored every part of Kathy's pliant body.

"Oh you little Kathy cutie, you," purred Sandra as she slid her hands up and down Kathy's smooth, muscular legs, "You are just about the sexiest thing that I have felt up in a long time."

"Why thank you, Sandra," Kathy blushed as she began to tingle to Sandra's probing fingers.

"Are your little nipples as pinchible as your Mommy's." Sandra asked sweetly as she slid her hands up under Kathy's crop top. "Let's just see, shall we."

As Sandra pinched and tweezed Kathy's small, sensitive nipples, the fifteen year old girl shuddered and twisted her body in sensuous delight as little ecstatic moans and squeals escaped her throat.

"Why yes they indeed are." giggled Sandra as she continued pinching and twisting Kathy's nips.

This sexplay continued for a little longer, then suddenly Sandra pulled her hands out from under the crop top and said in a husky voice, "OK, enough for now, I'm hungry."

"baby girl, lets get this show on the road. You've got two starving kittycats to feed. We're going to need all our strength for the evening ahead. Put food on table; now."

Paula did as she was ordered, making stack after stack of pancakes and sliding them onto Sandra and Kathy's plates again and again until they had eaten their fill. If she hadn't known better, Paula would have thought of this as just a normal Friday night dinner at home with her daughter and a friend. But Paula knew better. And Kathy knew better. And Sandra knew better most of all.

Toward the end of the meal, Sandra and Kathy were feeding each other bites of cold pancake; bites that each girl had first swabbed around in her own mouth to coat with her own saliva. The two girls were giggling and blushing like they were on their first date together.

"Are you hungry, Mommy."

Paula looked over warily at her daughter. Where was this leading.

"Yes Kathy, a little."

"Do you want a pancake."

"Yes please."

"Well, come stand by me over here. Lift up your skirt and spread your legs, and I'll give you one."

Paula did as she was bidden. She stood right beside her fifteen year old, lifted the hem of her skirt above her waist and spread her long, tanned legs.

Kathy picked up a cold pancake from the stack on her plate, folded it in half, and slid it along her mother's moist labia. The fifteen year old continued to slide the cold pancake back and forth until it was redolent with her mother's sexual secretions.

"Here Mommy. Open wide."

Paula clenched her lips tight and shook her head in defiance.

"Kathy said 'open wide,' Paula baby girl. You better do it right now."

Resignedly, Paula opened her mouth and Kathy stuffed the Paula flavored pancake into her mother's mouth.

"Chew it thoroughly so you get all the syrup."

Paula chewed the pancake like a cow with her cud; tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks. But when she finally swallowed, Paula ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth to be sure she got every morsel, thus proving to herself and her two young tormentors that the experience had turned her on after all.

Paula felt degraded and disgusted with herself; but also sexually excited at having been made by her own daughter to do such a lewd thing as eat a pancake smeared with her own intimate secretions. She was now all expectation; thinking of the night ahead of her.

"I'm full, Kathy. How about you."

"Sure am. Lets get on with the fun," cooed Kathy as she slid her warm, exploring hand along the inside of her mother's thigh.

"Paula baby girl, clean everything up and put it all away so we can all get down to business," Sandra ordered her willing submissive.

Paula washed up the plates and frying pan as Sandra and Kathy whispered to each other at the kitchen table. Every once in a while they would look toward Paula and giggle lewdly. As a result, by the time Paula had finished the dishes she was in a tizzy of sexual and psychological anxiety.

As her physical hunger abated, Sandra's sexual hunger made itself known to her once again.

"Oh Paulasweetums, come over here to your Mistress."

Paula dutifully crossed the kitchen floor and stood at attention before the seventeen year old.

"All right pet, unbutton that blouse of yours and let me see my little sextoyteacher's big old udders again. I've missed them so."

Paula did as she was ordered.

"Now, put your hands under your big titties and hold them out away from your bod. Offer them up to me as a sign of your submissiveness."

Kathy watched with a lewd glint in her eye as Paula cupped her hands under her ample breasts and lifted them toward her Mistrtess.

"That's a good Paula baby girl. Do you want me to feel you up."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Then you better beg me real nice, hadn't you."

"Please, Mistress Sandra," Paula begged. "Please feel up my big udders. I need to feel your hands on me."

"Can I do anything I want to them."

"You can do anything to me that you want to, Mistress Sandra."

Paula's lewd imprinting on her Mistress was nearly complete by now.

Sandra ran her lusty fingers over and around her teacher's tautened breastflesh; a happy smile of contentment all over her face.

"Do you like it when I play with your udders, Paula baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula admitted with bowed head. Sandra's caressing hands had begun to work their lascivious magic once more, and Paula's little quim was twitching and itching.

"Come here, Kathy, I have a nice warm present for you, don't we Paula baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Kathy got up from the table and went around to where her mother was standing.

Sandra began slowly rubbing the palm of her hand against Paula's taut nipple. Almost immediately Kathy followed suit.

Paula gasped and moaned in sexual delight mixed with the degradation she felt at allowing her own daughter to feel her up. The older woman watched transfixed as Sandra and Kathy moved their exploring hands all over her outthrust breasts. The hunger in her grew and grew. She just had to have relief.

"You know what, Kathy: Paula baby girl here is going to beg you to punish her for being such a nasty little slut, aren't you Paula baby girl."

Paula didn't think she wanted to be punished by her own daughter, but Kathy and Sandra's stimulating hands were doing an excellent job of convincing her otherwise.

"Ask her if she agrees of her own accord to be punished by you, Kathycat."

"Mommy, do you agree to be punished by me for being such a nasty little slut, hmmmmmm."

"Please Kathy, don't make me agree to that." whined Paula.

"Oh but she IS making you agree to just that," chuckled Sandra. "And you better agree quick, or I'll make her stop teasing you, and I'll punish you myself."

"Now, Paula baby girl, you know you want it. So go ahead and beg her."

Paula sucked in her breath as she fell further and further under the salacious spell of her two tormentors.

"Yes, Kathy, I'm begging to be punished by you. Please punish me for being such a nasty little slut. Please, Kathy. Please, Punish me."

Kathy moved her face in front of her panting mother and kissed her hard right on the lips.

"You want it real bad, don't you Mommy," Kathy whispered right against Paula's parted lips.

"Yes, Kathy. I want it real bad."

The fifteen year old mashed her lips against those of her mother with all her might. Unbidden, Paula opened her ravenous mouth as wide as it would go and allowed her daughter to french her all she wanted to.

Kathy exulted in the sexual power she now wielded over her mother, pistoning her stiffened tongue into Paula's mouth as though she were actually fucking her with it. For her Part, Paula sucked hungrily on her daughter's tongue and entertwined her own with it. Mother and daughter continued to kiss passionately for a long time.

Eventually, Kathy came up for air, a beatific smile on her face.

"OK, Mommy. I will punish you, now that you've asked me so sweetly."

Kathy moved her hands to the undersides of Paula's thrust out breasts and placed her fingers right next to her mother's uplifting hands. Making talons of her thumbs and index fingers, Kathy began pinching and scratching the soft and highly sensitive undersides of Paula's breasts.

"Owwwwww, owwwwww, owwww." squealed Paula as she stepped back from her daughter's tweezing fingers. This vicious torment hurt worse than anything she had so far endured.

But she couldn't get away and even in her paindriven fog, she retained enough presence of mind to keep holding up her breasts for her sadistic little daughter to get at.

After an eternity of pain, Kathy suddenly released her mother's breasts and stepped away.

"Poor Mommy, does it hurt a lot."

"Yes, Kathy," Paula moaned. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts soooo much."

"Well come here to me and I'll make it all better for you, poor little thing."

Slowly and cautiously, Paula walked over and into her daughter's outstretched arms.

"That's right, just cry it out, Mommy. You'll feel so much better in a little bit." Kathy held her mom close and stroked her long hair. The fifteen year old budding dom was learning the power of alternating pain and solace as a tool for breaking her mother into a total sexual submissive.

As Paula's sobs finally began to subside, Kathy stepped back and held her mother's face in her hands.

Smiling sweetly, Kathy began to lick the tears from her mother's stricken face. The warm, salty tears were like ambrosia to Kathy since she knew who had caused them to flow.

"Do you feel better now, Mommy." Kathy cooed.

"Yes, Kathy. I feel better."

"Then kiss me, you nasty little mommyslut, you."

Kathy drew her mother's face right against her own as Paula dutifully opened her mouth once again to receive her daughter's probing tongue. Kathy began ardently french kissing her tormented mother as if she were some long lost lover. This time, because of the residual pain she felt in her breasts, Paula tried not to kiss back, but her will to resist ebbed away in a flash, and she found herself panting in animal heat against her fifteen year old's mouth.

Just as before, Kathy felt absolutely wonderful to be smooching on her mom in such a lascivious manner. She clearly was the aggressor, the active partner, in this game of french kissieface. And her own mother was the passive recipient of her lascivious kiss. For her part, Paula was so caught up in her craving for sexual submissiveness, that her mind was simply awash in it. She would do just anything to get more of this kind of lewd, dominating attention, either from her new student Mistress or her own daughter.

After a long, slow french kiss that Paula felt all the way to her very soul, Kathy pulled away slowly. Her mother looked at her hungrily and said softly, "Kathy , oh Kathy, you're so pretty. "I want you so much. I need you so badly."

"How badly, Mommiemuff. Just how badly DO you need your little girl's attention."

Paula just couldn't keep the words from tumbling out of her mouth.

"Badly enough to do anything you want me to do. Badly enough to let you do anything you want to me."

"God, Kathy. You're so sexy in those short shorts. I could just lick you all over."

Paula shuddered as she looked her young daughter up and down. The feelings of desire and need just simply overwhelmed the older woman. Paula was now totally ensnared by her daughter's charms and dominant ways. She could hold nothing back in her commitment to serving and servicing Kathy just as loyally as she served Sandra.

Kathy stood right in front of her mother; hands on hips in a pose of strength and defiance.

"So you agree to let me do anything I want to punish you for being such a nasty little slutmommie."

"In fact, you beg me to punish you, right."

"Yes, Kathy."

"So that means that I can torment those big, floppy titties of yours, right Mommy."

Paula could barely stand up, she was so conflicted with fear mixed with anticipation.

"Yes, Kathy."

"And I can beat your big squishy butt, correct."

"Yes, Kathy."

"And I can do all sorts of nasty things to your furry ole puss puss, or maybe even your tight little buttyhole, right Mommy."

Paula wriggled in licentious anticipation at the prospect of what was in store for her at the hands of her daughter.

"Yes, Kathy."

"And I can pinch you, and slap you, and tickle you, and hurt you any way I want to."

Paula shuddered once more at what she was freely agreeing to.

"Yes, Kathy."

"And later on I can embarrass you in front of my friends."

"Yes, Kathy; anything."

"And you can prove how much you need me by letting me do just any sicknasty thing I want to you."

"Yes, Kathy."

Sandra, watching from the sidelines, smiled a broad smile of satisfaction. Things were moving along very nicely indeed.

But Sandra didn't want Paula or Kathy either one to forget for one minute who the real boss was. She therefore decided to reassert herself as ringMistress of this sexual circus.

"Kathycat," Sandra called softly as she touched the back of the fifteen year old's head. "You better remember who is who around here, or just maybe I'll make my little Paula baby girl punish you like you want to punish her."

"Oh Sandra, I'm so sorry." Kathy bent her head down. "I got carried away with the power."

"It's OK, honey. I get carried away sometimes myself, like right now."

Sandra walked over to one of the kitchen chairs and sat down. Staring deeply into Paula's eyes, Sandra spread her legs and pulled her skirt slowly and seductively up to her waist. Paula shuddered as more and more of those tantalizing long, slender, smooth Mistresslegs came into view until finally she found herself staring right into Sandra's dewy crotch.

"Crawl over here Paula baby girl, I've got a present for you since you've been such a good bad little girl."

Paula immediately dropped to her knees, leaned forward on her hands and crawled toward her Mistress; big, pendant breasts swaying as she moved across the kitchen floor.

"That's right, keep coming," sighed Sandra languidly, anticipating her impending pleasure.

Paula continued to crawl on her hands and knees until her chin rested on the front of the kitchen chair in which Sandra was sitting.

"You know what comes next. Right."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." The raw hunger in Paula's eyes was apparent for Sandra and Kathy to see. Her dream was about to come true. She was finally being given the opportunity to taste her Mistress.

"Ask nice, baby girl. Say 'please'."

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Pleeeeeease."

"Please what, baby girl."

"Please. Please Mistress Sandra. Please let me taste you. Please."

"OK," Sandra said almost dismissively.

Without being bidden further, Paula slid her face forward, stuck out her long pink tongue, and began an ecstatic licking of her Mistress's moist labia. From Sandra's erect little clithead down as far as she could go along the puffy lips, Paula tasted her young Mistress. This was the teacher's first real taste of Sandra's girlsexflesh, and she was so enraptured by it that she almost fainted away.

Instantly Paula realized that her entire past life had been guiding her relentlessly toward this very second of utter submission to another woman.

Sandra grabbed Paula by the ears and pulled her teacher's face firmly up against her vagina. Paula squirmed but didn't try to pull away. She merely opened her mouth as wide as it could go and began sucking her Mistress as hard as she could.

"That's right, baby girl. Do me real good, slut. You love doing this so much, don't you."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula murmured as she continued to lick and slurp her Mistress.

This was more like it, thought Sandra as she ground her vagina hard into her teachersextoy's face, causing it to glisten with sticky girlsecretions. Sandra began to buck hard against Paula's face and make little mewing noises that grew louder as her climax approached.

Suddenly, Sandra clamped her strong young thighs firmly around Paula's face and humped; and humped; and humped; and humped; crying in a high voice, "Yes, oh yes, you little bitch. Take your Mistress. Take all of me. Lick me all up you sweet little slut, you. You're SUCH a little teacher slut."

Shudder after orgasmic shudder wracked Sandra's sweat drenched body as she clamped Paula's head in a vice like grip between her strong thighs. Sandra continued to grind her vulva into Paula's face and squeeze her head. Then a thin stream of Sandra's hot cyprienne fluid spurted over Paula's lips and nose and even a drop or two dribbled onto her closed eyelids.

Sandra was in ecstasy, and Paula was where she had always belonged; servicing her Mistress.

For several minutes, Sandra rocked back and forth on the chair, moving Paula's head along with her.

"Sooooo gooood, baby girl. You did me sooooo good."

Paula coughed and sputtered for air as Sandra slowly unclasped her legs.

"Well." Sandra giggled. "At least my little Paula baby girl knows how to munch her Mistress."

Paula leaned back on her heels and looked up adoringly at Sandra.

"Thank you, Mistress Sandra. You taste wonderful, just wonderful." Paula licked her lips, wiped her face with her index finger, then sucked contentedly on it like it was a sweet treat.

"Paula baby girl; Paula baby girl." Sandra teased her submissive sex toy teacher as she reached forward and stroked her hair. "Remember in the car when I told you that if you were really a good little slutpuppy, I'd allow you to have first taste of your little Kathy cutie."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula whispered, suddenly titillated at the sick, perverse thought of putting her tongue in her own daughter's vagina.

"Well, do you think that you have been a good little bad girl for me, hmmmmmm."

Paula hesitated, knowing what lay in store for her if she said 'yes'.

She looked over at Kathy who was tantalizing her by sliding her hands back and forth along the insides of her creamy thighs. Kathy smiled over at her mother, and asked in a sultry voice, "Well, do you, Mommy."

Paula's willpower vanished in an instant.

"Yes, Kathy. Yes Mistress Sandra. I think I've been a very good bad little girl. May I please have my treat now, please, may I."

"What do you think, Kath." asked Sandra with a sly giggle in her voice.

"C'mere, girl. C'mere." Kathy motioned for her mother to crawl to her like she would a pampered pet. She patted her thigh with one hand and rubbed the inside of her other leg with the other.

Paula didn't waist a minute, but gallumpfed over to her daughter right away; her pendent breasts swaying and her rump flexing as she moved. Sandra licked her lips as she watched her teacher crawl across the floor and thought to herself how lucky she was to own such a sexy pet.

"Would you like to take off my short shorts for me, Mommy, so you can get at my little puss puss better."

"Yes Kathy, please may I take off your short shorts."

"Sure Mommy. Go ahead," Kathy said as she languidly stretched her legs out in front of her.

Paula reached up and unsnapped her daughter's waistband and slowly pulled down her zipper. As she did, she noticed that her daughter wasn't wearing any panties.

"See Mommy. I was bad and didn't put on panties just in case Sandra wanted to feel me up or play with me or some stuff."

An erotic tingle spread deep inside the older woman's loins as her gaze fixed on Kathy's nakedness. Paula continued to unzip the short shorts.

When Paula had unzipped her daughter all the way down, Kathy obligingly raised up her hips and her mother tugged her short shorts off her loins and down her long, slender legs.

Paula took them completely off, and held them in her hands as if they were a rare treasure.

"Put your face inside and sniff the little crotchband, Mommy girl," Kathy ordered with an evil glint in her eye. "That will get you all ready for your real treat."

Paula drew the short shorts over her face and breathed in the musk of her fifteen year old daughter from the crotchband. She sniffed and whiffed, as her vagina spasmed in lustful anticipation.

"Do I smell good, Mommy girl.

"Yes, Kathy. You smell wonderful."

"Well stick your face in my crotch then and really get a good whiff."

Paula laid the short shorts aside. Then, for a long minute, the older woman stared as if mesmerized at her daughter's long creamysmooth white legs and her downy pubes. Finally, she leaned forward and began to lick along Kathy's inner thigh.

"Cut it out, Mommy," Kathy giggled. "That tickles. Lick my puss puss, not my leggypoo."

Paula reluctantly took her mouth off her daughter's leg and looked straight into her crotch.

Kathy slowly, tantalizingly spread her legs wider, completely revealing her vulva to the sex hungry eyes of her mother. Paula crawled closer between Kathy's legs.

When she was right up against her daughter's vagina, Kathy reached out and patted her on the head like some sort of obedient house pet, that of course she now was.

"Good little bad Mommy girl. Now get after it." Kathy chuckled as she pushed Paula's head right into her soppy vagina.

Paula began to lap her daughter, tasting womanwet for the second time in five minutes. But this time it wasn't her dominating Mistress who was leaking lubrication into her mouth but her own fifteen year old daughter. The awareness of this fact made Paula's own crotch soppy wet with anticipation of just how far all this would go.

As Paula continued to suck her daughter's pungent juices, she felt a warm finger slowly sliding into her drenched vagina from behind her.

"I just can't seem to be able to keep my hands off of you, Paula baby girl." Sandra giggled as she pushed her exploring finger in and out of her submissive teacher slave's little slit.

Paula squealed with delight and wiggled her butt shamelessly until Sandra's hand slapped her hard on the left hip.

"Keep that butt of yours still so I can play with your cute little puss puss." Sandra ordered as she pushed yet another finger inside her teacher slave's twitching canal.

"Don't you dare move while I'm inside you. I want you perfectly still. That way I can tease you better."

Paula, caught up totally in her subservient role, kept her hips still, aside from occasionally humping back on Sandra's demanding fingers swirling around inside her vagina when it felt especially good. She continued to lick her daughter's vagina, tasting Kathy's sweetness and letting her enticing smells take her away to total bliss.

Kathy began the final long climb toward orgasm.

"Mommy, don't you dare stop licking me till I cum."

Kathy began to buck and whimper as she came ever closer and closer to release.

Finally, the fifteen year old gave out with a cry of pure lust and fell over the edge. Sandra chose that moment to jam three of her fingers as far as she could into Paula's vagina and hold them there. She could feel the rubbery hemisphere of Paula's cervix, and she scratched it with her fingernail. Then she began slapping her teacher's big, squishy buttcheeks with her other hand.

Paula continued to suck her daughter's vagina for all she was worth. Sandra's torment of her butt coupled with her thrusting fingers inside her vagina melded with the exquisite taste of her daughter's flow. Paula's own vagina dripped like a faucet.

"Don't you dare cum, Paula baby girl. Wait your turn. It's Kathy's turn now."

Paula concentrated hard on not cumming, but Sandra's hands were insistent. It took all her will not to allow herself to slip over the edge.

"I said, wait your turn," Sandra yelled as she slapped her teacher on the left cheek of her butt to calm her down.

After a time, Sandra stopped slapping her teacher's butt and removed her fingers from the older woman's soppy slit.

Then Kathy, now utterly spent, finally pushed her mother's head away from between her legs.

Paula fell back on the floor, her own need building almost to the bursting point.

"Sandra, Kathy, please help me, please help me cum. I helped you cum. Now I need to cum, Please, oh please do something to me so I can cuuuuummmmmmm. Please."

Paula rocked back and forth in desperation as her vagina spasmed and her heart pounded.

"OK, Paula baby girl, I'll do something to you."

Sandra sidled over to the desperately shuddering teacher, reached down, and began slapping her big breasts. Back and forth, one then the other. Hard slap after hard slap.

Paula crumpled into a tight fetal ball on the floor, whining and yowling like some demented pussycat in heat. Sandra and Kathy began laughing at her. As Paula continued to cry and whimper, Sandra and Kathy laughed louder. The two little dominants walked toward each other and met, standing right next to their shared sex toy slut.

The teenage girls stepped over their whimpering, submissive pitiful little plaything and embraced each other like long lost lovers. Their hands roved greedily over each other's bodies. Their mouths clung desperately, sucking and slurping. Their tongues entertwined. Their saliva mixed in a heady elixir of raw, power mad lust.

While Kathy and Sandra sexed each other up so joyously, Paula lay on the floor crying her eyes out in unfulfilled frustration. She had done all that was asked of her by her Mistress and her daughter, had allowed the most degrading things to be done to her, and still she had not been allowed to attain the sexual release which she craved so desperately.

Then, after what seemed to Paula like an hour, the two girls broke their sensuous clench and reluctantly stepped away from each other.

Paula just lay there on the kitchen floor and sobbed.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Eight:

As Kathy retrieved her short shorts from the Beale kitchen floor and put them back on, she noticed that her mother was now curled up in a tight ball over in the corner sobbing pitiably in unrequited desperation and utter humiliation.

Kathy exchanged wicked glances with Sandra, and they both grinned at the sight of their lost little submissive.

"It's playtime again." Sandra crowed as she and Kathy walked over to where Paula was curled up in a cringing ball.

"Roll over on your tummy, Paula baby girl." Sandra ordered as she kicked her teacher lightly in the side to get her attention. "We want to play with you some more.

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Please just leave me alone for awhile." Paula looked up at her tormentors with stark desolation in her eyes.

"Why, don't be silly, Paula baby girl. I said we wanted to play with you some more. And that's just what we're going to do. You can do what I say or I'll beat the living fire out of you. Now, lie down on your little tumtum, and let us at you."

Seeing that no matter how she begged, nothing would come of it, Paula resignedly turned over on her tummy.

"Which end do you want, Kathy. Pussyhole or buttyhole."

"I think buttyhole this time."

"OK, I'll take pussyhole and we'll meet in the middle." Sandra giggled and then gave the fifteen year old a quick kiss on the mouth.

"OK, Paula baby girl, spread those cow leggypoos of yours so we can play another pervo game with your nasty little pieces parts."

Paula obediently spread her legs wide apart. A flicker of expectancy ran through the teacher's brain. Perhaps this time her Mistress and daughter would finally allow her to cum.

Sandra went first, sitting down on the kitchen floor right next to Paula, she slid her hand down the older woman's back and along her fleshy right cheek to the moist crack. Then, with no attempt whatsoever to stimulate her sub into lubricating, the seventeen year old jabbed a probing finger deep into Paula's cloying vagina.

Paula yipped in pain at the invasion of Sandra's finger, but did not pull away from it. Her teacher's discomfort made Sandra laugh.

"I love fucking them when they're dry," Sandra confided to Kathy, a smirk of satisfaction all over her face.

Seeing that Sandra was well in, Kathy slid her own hand positively across her mother's ass cheek and extended her index finger into the dark, moist crack, exploring until she found the puckered resistance of Paula's butthole.

But resistance was futile as Kathy pushed her digit way up inside.

As both girls slid an index finger back and forth into Paula's poor vagina and butthole the rest of their fingers rubbed against each other as if they were sharing some kind of perverse secret handshake.

Then, through the thin mucus membrane that separated them, Kathy felt Sandra insert a second finger into her mother's vagina and so she inserted a second digit into Paula's butthole. Things were getting a little crowded around Paula's crotch as the girls slid their fingers back and forth; back and forth; locked in a lewd rhythm of tandem driving pistons.

The ministrations of her daughter and Mistress were having a decidedly obscene effect on Paula, who slowly began to wriggle around, flopping on her tummy like a beached sealion.

Kathy slapped her mom's ass and shrilled, "Keep that butt of yours still, Mommy. Sandra and I are playing here and we don't need any help from you."

Just then, Sandra looked up at Kathy with an evil grin. "Want to try for threezies."

"Sure, why not. It's only Mommy."

Sandra slipped a third finger into her teacher's vagina, and then Sandra pressed a third smaller digit into her mother's butthole.

Paula moaned in anguished distress as she felt fuller in both her nether orifices than she had ever felt before.

"Please stop. Pleeeeeeeeeease. You're hurting my butthole. Uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh. Please, oh please don't do this to meeeeeeeeeeee."

Paula's pleas only made Sandra and Kathy hotter and more eager than ever to heap loads of physical suffering and morally degrading humiliation upon her.

"Hey Kathy, do you want to."

"You know I do."

"Noooooooooooooooooooo, please no, please no, you'll tear me apart."

"So."

Sandra was first, she thrust her pinkie finger right next to the other three in Paula's now sopping vagina and began to slide her open hand back and forth, in and out.

Paula's pussy canal stretched wide to accommodate Sandra's thrusting hand.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww." "Noooooooooooo. "Stop. pleeeeeease stop." Paula wailed at the top of her lungs.

Sandra kept up her handjob while Kathy grinned from ear to ear.

Then, ever so slowly, Kathy inserted her own pinkie into her mom's full full fundament.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Paula grunted as every last inch of space in her vagina and butthole were being filled up.

"OK Kath; lets stop for a minute and let our little slutcow here get used to being stuffed like a Christmas turkey."

As the girls stopped their hand movements, Paula lay there on the floor with a glazed over look on her sweat drenched face. Her breathing was shallow and irregular. Her heart pounded. She let out little pitiful moans and gasps from time to time. Her mouth was open and slack. The tip of her tongue hung out to one side.

All three participants in this lewd little tableau just stayed quiet for about five minutes until Paula's tormented body had had time to adjust to the double invasion.

Slowly but surely, Paula's breathing became more regular and some slight color returned to her pallid cheeks. Her pulse slowed as her badgered privates accommodated themselves to the encroachments of Sandra and Kathy's hands.

When Paula was almost back to normal, Sandra looked over at Kathy, smiled sweetly, and said, "OK, now clench your fingers into a little fist and I'll teach you something that's really fun. We're going to double fistfuck your sweetiepie Mommy."

Paula, lying on the floor in dumb oblivion, heard every word but didn't have the strength or will to resist.

Ever so slowly, both girls clenched their fingers into little fists inside Paula's vagina and butthole.

When Sandra could feel that Kathy's fist was clenched, she began to drive her own little fist further inside her teacher's vagina.

"Wait for me to get really far inside her; then follow my lead from your side."

"Then, I'll back out behind you."

Sandra pushed in, way deep until her knuckles brushed up against her teacher's cervix.

Then it was Kathy's turn. For all the smallness of her little fist, it proved almost impossible to move it any distance inside her mother's butthole. So she contented herself with short thrusts and reposts.

Sandra was not as charitable. She pushed in and pulled out her little fist with ever-increasing vigor, slipping and sliding along her teacher's slick and soppy vaginal walls.

Paula lay nearly lifeless on the floor and gurgled softly to herself in semiconsciousness. The pain in her loins was just this side of unbearable. Reacting to the intense agony of being double fistfucked, Paula's bladder contracted and a hot golden stream gushed out of her little peehole, splattering on the kitchen floor and her Mistress's forearm.

"Paula baby girl." Sandra cried out in shocked surprise. "Dammit girl, you peed on me, you bad, bad slut."

Kathy giggled. "You made Mommy pee pee; you made Mommy pee pee."

Paula couldn't stop her golden flow, and she just kept urinating till she was all empty. Then, from somewhere deep deep inside herself, Paula felt the first spasms of a massive orgasm grip her. Higher and higher she climbed as the pressure in her loins built and built.

Finally, in one shattering instant, she came, and came, and came. A little freshet of vaginal lubrication spurted out the tiny opening left by Sandra's wrist. Her vaginal walls spasmed over and over again in wave after wave of raw physical release. Her legs kicked up and down, her toes curled, and her hips pounded the kitchen floor rapidly like the plunger in a water pump.

Kathy, looking down at her mom, saw what was happening to her, and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt by her actions that Paula had become totally addicted to the drug of sexual submissiveness.

For her part, Paula realized with crystal clarity that nowhere else but under the powerful stimulus of total submissiveness could she ever expect to find such complete sexual release.

And by the look on her mother's face, Kathy was certain that Paula would do anything, anything at all, for the promise of experiencing this type of sexual release again.

Slowly, both girls slid their fists out of Paula's ravaged body.

"We'll let her rest for a while, a little while, before we begin on her again." purred Sandra as she kissed Kathy on the nose.

"Sounds good to me."

Sandra and Kathy got up off the kitchen floor and went to the sink to wash their hands of Paula's urine and sticky cyprienne residue.

"Got any Coke, Kath?"

"Sure, you want some?"

"Sure."

Both girls got cans of Coke out of the fridge, popped the tops, took a sip, and sat down at the kitchen table like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a while.

"That was really fun, Sandra." Kathy said, smiling over the top of her Coke can.

"Yeah, I know. I just love making a big girl grownup like your Mommy do whatever little tricks I want her to. It's such a turn on to have that kind of power over an adult. Especially when it's so clear how much they need it."

"I really like it when I can make them cum and cum. They become so addicted to the feeling that they will do anything I tell them just so I'll make them cum some more.

"Have you done that sort of thing often?" Kathy's prurient interest was piqued.

"Oh, some; not nearly as much as I would have liked. Sometimes I got to play around a little with the sexhungry moms of a few of my little girlpets and a few of my teachers. Mess with their heads some: little things like making them suck my vagina off, slurp down my piss, and lick the inside of my butthole, and junk like that. You know; little stuff. But mostly I had to settle for kids from school my own age or younger to really mess with.

"Sometimes its a real blast to mess up a little kid's mind as well as a big person's."

"Hmmmmmm, I've got a little brother. He's thirteen. Is that young enough to really mess with his mind."

"Sure. I've played around with ones younger than that, boys and girls both. What you want is for them to be young enough to really mess with but old enough to understand what you are doing. There must be some sexual interest in them or your power over them isn't nearly as great."

"How do I stack up." Kathy asked with more than a hint of apprehension in her voice. She wanted so much to please Sandra so the seventeen year old would allow her to play with her Mommy; and do nasty things to her; and make her do nasty things too."

"Well, great so far. You have a tuff little bod that really turns me on, and you have a mind that's almost as nastysick as mine is."

"Give me time and I bet I can almost catch up with you."

"Well Kathy, as far as I'm concerned, you can have all the time you want, just so long as you always remember whose boss around here."

"Oh, I remember al right. I want to stay on your good side so you'll let me do my thing with Mommy."

"Well as long as you behave and as long as you please me, you can do just about anything you want to our little Paula baby girl."

Kathy decided to take a chance on Sandra's good spirits.

"How about Bud."

"What about Bud?"

"Well, if I'm very good and do what you tell me, can I play around with my baby brother and mess him up?"

Sandra grinned approvingly. Kathy was turning out to be the perfect partner in crime.

"Well, we'll see about that. I may want to do a little messing him up myself."

Kathy giggled.

"Hey, can I watch?"

"Naturally, and you can help out, too."

"Great. Also I have this friend; her name is Jill. I bet she would love to get in on this."

"Is Jill as sexy as you are?"

"Yeah, and as dirty minded."

"Well," Sandra said with a broad smile, "we'll see how things work out."

As the two young girls laughed and planned the future, they noticed Paula slowly crawling across the kitchen floor. She looked totally worn out and dazed.

"Well, little Paula baby girl, back from the dead I see."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula said dully.

"Hey Kath, get your Mommiekins a Coke, and let's see if we can put a little life back into her; 'cause the night's still young."

Kathy handed her mom down a cold can of Coke, that she took gratefully. As they all sat together quietly, Paula began to come back to herself a little.

"Mistress Sandra, I'm really not feeling well, could we please stop for tonight."

Sandra looked down at her pleading sex slave and scowled.

"Stop. Why no, not at all. I have plans for you and little Kathy here that just won't wait. So you better get back on your feet; 'cause we're heading out again real soon for another round of 'Mess With Paula'."

Paula sank into a state of exhausted despair, realizing finally that she no longer had any voice in what happened to her. No voice whatsoever.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Nine:

The pecking order once more restored at the Beale household, Sandra turned to her teacher toy and said very matter of factly, "You know, little baby girl, before dinner tonight I told your little Kathy cutie here that if she got me feeling real sexy that I would turn you over to her to do anything she wanted to you. And I have to tell you, little Kathy cutie here is well on the way to getting her wish. Why don't you come over here to me, little cutie pie, and let me feel you up some more."

Kathy giggled as she got up from her chair and went over to Sandra who patted her lap and said in a husky voice, "Have a seat right here little girl so I can get at you more easily.

Kathy obligingly sat on Sandra's lap facing toward her Mommy so Paula could watch the fun.

First, Sandra leaned forward and began licking around Kathy's pink little ear and long muscular neck.

"I really do like licking on a little girl's ear," Sandra breathed.

"I'm not that little."

"I know, I have had my share of little girl toys much younger than you, sweetums."

"Ohhhhhhh... Tell me about it, please."

"Not now, Kath. I'm too distracted by your tuff little bod to think of anything else but you."

After a while, Sandra leaned back in her chair and began feeling up Kathy's long, smooth legs. Up one leg along the inside then down the outside, then up again. Each time she was getting just a little closer to the crotch of Kathy's short shorts. In response to this lewd treatment, Kathy emitted little moans and whimpers of horniness.

Finally, Sandra just had to stop teasing her little plaything and get on with it.

She moved her hand up to Kathy's tight waistband and unsnapped the short shorts. Then she pulled down the zipper letting Kathy's pubes breath free.

"Take off that silly crop top so I can play with your little big girl titties, Kathy."

Kathy wriggled out of the crop top as Sandra began sliding her fingers along the younger girl's puffy, down covered labia.

"Open up a little, honey slut, so I can get my hungry finger on that little clittie pie of yours."

Kathy turned her back just a little to Sandra and leaned back against her tormentress.

Sandra snaked her left hand around Kathy's midriff and began feeling up her left breast. The index finger of her right hand was making little circular motions just above Kathy's little clittie button.

"Ummmmmmmm. That feels sooooo good." Kathy purred with her face turned toward Sandra's.

"I have a little proposition for you sweetie. If you can get my finger all sticky wet in thirty seconds, I'll turn your Mommy over to you for the rest of the evening."

"You keep doing what you're doing right now and it won't take thirty seconds for me to get your finger all sticky."

"No, sweet cheeks you don't understand. I'm going to move my little finger away from your puss puss, and you are going to take over. I'll keep my fingers on top of yours so when you gush I'll get wet, but you'll be in the driver's seat, understand."

"Oh yeah, I understand all right. How sweet sick. You'll be feeling me with your fingers as I play with myself just for you."

Kathy slid her right hand down to her crotch and began playing with her clit. Sandra placed her finger on top of Kathy's and moved with her as she began to bring herself off.

"Unhhhh, unnnnnnhhhhh, oh yes, yessssssssss." Kathy was pressing her clit in a frenzy of sexual depravity while Sandra kept her finger on top, finding Kathy's rhythm and holding to it.

"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhnnnnn, so close" Kathy hissed as her hips began to buck and sweat dripped off her little breasts onto her tummy.

"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss."

Kathy whined and moaned as her orgasm took over her body. Suddenly a little gush of vaginal lubrication flushed out of her vagina and onto the palm of Sandra's hand.

"Ummmmm, she's soooooo wet for me, aren't you, Kathy?"

"Ummmmmmm, huhhhhh. I'm sooooo wet for you, Sandra. I love being your little slut." Kathy purred as her new friend continued to cup and massage her vulva.

After a time, both girls stopped moving and just let the waves of bliss pass over Kathy's frame.

After awhile, Kathy stretched languidly and asked, "Was I on time."

Sandra smirked. "Three seconds to spare, Baby Kathy."

Sandra reached down and zipped Kathy's short shorts back up to the top and re-snapped her waistband.

"Here, cutie slut, have a treat. Take a taste of yourself."

Sandra moved her vagina wetted palm up to Kathy's mouth and let the younger girl lick herself off the proffered hand. Kathy began smooching her own sex nectar off Sandra's palm like it was honey.

"Are you good?"

"Un huh."

"Well I'm glad, since I plan to get a big old meal out of you very soon."

"I'm looking forward to it, Sandra. This little deli puss will always be open for you."

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Ten:

As both girls smiled, they finally remembered that Paula was still in the room watching them.

"Well Paula cow, are you feeling any better after having watched me get your little girl to cum cum all over my hand."

Paula blushed bright red at her mistress's lewd question.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, you aren't smelling any better. you smell just like a bitch doggie cunt in heat from all the fun we have had this afternoon. "I think you need a shower."

"Yeah Mommy, you're smelly."

"Come on Paula baby girl and lets get you clean."

Kathy led the way to the bathroom.

"OK Paula baby girl, take all your clothes off and get in the shower. Leave the curtain open so Kathy and I can enjoy the show."

Paula got out of her blouse and skirt, slipped off her shoes and stood up completely nude.

Kathy clapped her hands in mock glee while she giggled. "Mommy's bare ass, Mommy's bare ass."

An embarrassed and humiliated Paula got in the shower and turned on the water, adjusting it warm. She picked up the soap and began sudsing her big breasts.

"Isn't your Mommy just the cutest little big girl slut cunt you ever saw, Kathy?"

Kathy giggled as she ogled her naked mother, daydreaming of all the nasty incestuous things she would make the older woman do over the next few days.

"She sure is a big girl all right."

Paula blushed and shivered as her soapy hands moved over her flesh, cleansing and stimulating.

"Don't you dare forget your puss puss, Paula. It's just so nasty."

Paula immediately pushed the bar of soap back and forth across her labia, stimulating herself even more.

"Don't forget to wash where the sun don't shine, Mommy." Kathy giggled.

"Yeah, slut. Kathy and I don't want any nasty teacher poo to get on our fingers when we ream out your little crinkle."

Paula moaned sensuously as she slid the bar of soap up and down the crack of her butt.

"Wash your hair too, Paula baby girl. I want it clean when we pull you around by it later on."

An anxious Paula complied immediately.

"Now rinse off real good and get out."

Paula did as she was told.

Sandra grabbed a towel and began drying her submissive little teacher slave's wet body.

"I really like doing this. It gets me totally in touch with my property. Do you like being dried off by your Mistress?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula signed.

Raise your arms above your head so I can dry your pits."

Paula lifted her arms straight up in the air and Sandra dried her armpits. Then she put her face against her teacher's flesh and began licking Paula's underarms.

"Ummmm, baby girl. Your pits taste great."

Paula felt a glow of happiness suffuse her as her Mistress continued to lick and slurp around her armpits.

After a time, Sandra finally grew bored with smooching her teacher's pits, and decided to move on to other pleasures.

"Now, spread your legs Paula baby girl so I can dry off that bad little puss puss of yours."

Paula spread her legs just enough to let Sandra's towel covered hand between her thighs.

"You better spread those cow legs of yours wider than that, cunt, or I'll go get my paddle."

"You've got a paddle?" Kathy asked, eyes gleaming lewdly.

"Yes Kathy, and if your little Mommy slut here doesn't do everything I say from now on, I'm going to use it on her. Got that, Paula baby girl."

Paula shudderted in abject terror of Sandra's anger, and spread her naked legs as wide as she could.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Kathy began hopping from one foot to the other in sadistic anticipation.

"Will you let me use it on Mommy sometime?" Kathy asked eagerly, running her tongue across her lips.

Sandra smirked at her new young partner in crime, wondering for the nth time why girls Kathy's age were so prone to sadism. Not that she was complaining; not at all.

"Maybe. If you're good."

"Oh I'll be good all right, for a chance to beat my Mommy's bare butt with a paddle," Kathy declared as she proved her evil intentions by tweezing her mother's nipples until the older woman cried out.

Sandra nonchalantly dried the sobbing Paula's wet pubic hair and nether lips with the towel, not missing an opportunity to feel her up some more. Kathy suddenly grew tired of molesting her mother and sat back to watch. After she had come to herself after a few minutes, Paula found herself just standnig there and wriggling salaciously as her sensitive and vulva was subjected to her Mistress's lewd ministrations.

When she determined that her teacher slave was thoroughly dry, Sandra leaned back and contemplated the next phase of Paula's training.

"OK Paula baby girl, now that you're squeaky clean, lets get back to business."

As they all walked back into the kitchen, Sandra asked, "Are you feeling all refreshed little Paula baby girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"That's good, because I have just decided to honor your earlier request and give you over to your little daughter for the rest of the evening. I want to see just what she has been sick daydreaming about concerning her little slut mommy."

Paula looked at her daughter with a mixture of worry and growing passion. "What do you want to do to me, Kathy?"

"Oh, this and that, Mommy," Kathy giggled. "You see, since I have been growing up this past year or so, it seems to me that you have been awful mean to me, not letting me wear sexy clothes, or hang out at the mall with my girlfriends, and all. And I really think you should be severely punished for being so strict with me. Besides, I read your diary."

Paula looked very worried now.

"You read my diary? Oh my god!"

Paula now knew deep inside that she was now truly lost to the cruelties and degradations of these two young femdoms. She would never get free of them until they tired of her and threw her away.

"Why do you want to punish me, Kathy? I was only looking out for your best interests. I have never hurt you."

Kathy just smiled and licked her lips.

Paula abruptly came to an understanding of the full implication of what Sandra had just said. Her new Mistress was actually going to allow her own daughter to punish her and hurt her, and make her do degraded things, and humiliate her.

This current situation with her daughter was getting to be almost more than Paula could bear. She knew just exactly what she had written in that secret diary of hers. And now she knew that Kathy knew as well. And because of that, she knew that she was doomed.

Paula began sobbing almost hysterically as the full impact of her situation became clear to her. There was no longer any hope for her retaining even a shread of her former life. She was nothing more than an instrument for the sexual pleasure of her student, and her daughter, and anyone else they deigned to give her to,

At that very moment, the older woman remembered in horror that earlier in the evening she had begged Kathy again and again to punish her. Now that the time of reckoning had come, she was definitely not so sure she really wanted to submit sexually to Kathy and really live out her fantasies. In fact, Paula was suddenly almost on the verge of breaking down entirely she was so scared and revulsed by the idea.

How had she ever allowed herself to come to this point? Why must it be that the door to her sexual submissiveness had to have been opened by a student as cruel and unfeeling as Sandra? And why had Kathy been so eager to participate in her mother's degradation?

For her part, Kathy was completely unmoved by her mother's obvious psychological and moral distress. Actually, truth to tell, she was actually enjoying her mother's distress and terror. That put a nice edge on things, didn't it?

"Still and all, Mommy, you put your wishes ahead of mine and you're just going to have to pay. This is what you said you wanted in that sick little diary of yours. And now you get what you have been hungering for. Even though you may really not have hurt me at all, for some sadistic I certainly do plan to hurt you. I have wanted to hurt you for a long time, and now is my chance."

Kathy said it bluntly, as a statement of fact, and Paula was left in no doubt that she would receive no mercy whatsoever at the hands of her young daughter.

"Mistress Sandra, help me!" Paula cried out.

"You silly old cow," Paula smirked, the light of lewd lust shining on her face, "I am helping you. I'm helping you to understand that I am giving your daughter some of the power I have over you. What she does with that power is her business. But it sounds like it will be fun, at least for Kathy and me. And soon I'll take the time to read that nasty little diary that Kathy is talking about. And then I'll know absolutely everything there is to know about you. I'll know all your moral weaknesses. All your secret cravings. All your sick lusts. And when I have it all down, then I'll use all that knowedge to break you completely to my will. You'll be my absolute little slut cunt, and I'll make you love me even more for it."

"And, surprise, surprise. You must want that as well, little Paula baby girl. Why just look at how stiff your little nipples have become at the thought of being pain punished by your own little fifteen year old daughter. And look how moist your puffy little cunt lips are after hearing what I plan to do with you."

The older woman slowly looked down at her breasts and it was true. Paula's nipples had gotten stiff and could plainly be seen sticking up from of her big breasts. As totally wrung out as she had been an hour ago, she was now tingling at the thought of actually having to endure pain punishment at the hands of her own little daughter.

"Mommy's got stiffy nips, Mommy's got stiffy nips." Kathy teased Paula in a singsong. "You're my stiffy nips Mommy. Say it."

"Please, Kathy."

"Say it right now."

"I'm your stiffy nips Mommy." Paula lowered her head in humiliation. But she knew that Kathy was right. She now belonged to her daughter as well as to her teenaged student. Her hungry pussy was soppy from thinking about what vile things Sandra was going to do with her. She could not deny it.

The realization of her degradation sent a wave of hot animal lust through Paula's body and it centered on her vagina, which began to spasm as if it were full of hot thick cock meat. Paula couldn't help herself as wave after wave of raw sexual need swept over her. She fell to the floor and began crawling toward her daughter.

Kathy winked at Sandra and held out her bare foot for her mother to worship. Paula slowly crawled toward her daughter's enticing foot with a sense of urgency and compulsion she had never known before. The older woman was absolutely under her daughter's spell. She wanted more than anything to demonstrate her thralldom to her daughter's lust. She had written all about it in her secret diary. And now her hungry dreams were going to come true.

Paula reached Kathy's outthrust bare foot and immediately began licking the sole and between the toes. Her saliva dripped off Kathy's heel.

Paula emitted little whimpers of salacious pleasure as she continued to lick and slurp on her daughter's foot.

After a short while of foot licking, Paula began sucking Kathy's toes into her mouth one by one. Her radiant smile indicated just how happy Paula was to perform so servily for her daughter.

Kathy suddenly pulled her foot back out of her mother's reach.

"Unh Unh, Mommy," Kathy smiled down at her mother crawling across the floor. "You've got to be punished first. Then, if you've been a really good little bad girl, I might just let you have a treat. But you've got to do everything I say and take any punishment I dish out. Right, Sandra."

"Absolutely right, Kathy," chimed in Sandra. "And I'll be there to watch and give pointers when I feel it's appropriate. Do you understand, you bad old Paula cow, you."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula whispered; drowning in a sea of inner turmoil. Half of her wanted so desperately for all this to be over, and the other half equally desperately wanted it never ever to end.

"Let's take her into the living room where we'll have more room to work," Sandra suggested.

"Great idea, Sandra." Kathy said as she helped her mother get up off the floor.

"Come on, Mommy. I just can't wait to get my sharp little girl claws into you." Kathy faced her mother and, with no warning at all, pinched her erect nipples sharply between her thumbs and index fingers.

Walking backward while tweezing and twisting her mom's nipples, Kathy pulled Paula along behind her. Paula had no choice but to follow; her breath coming in painful gasps, sucked in between clenched teeth.

Once the three females were in the living room, things began sorting themselves out for the fun ahead.

"Oh Mommy, this is going to be just so cool."

Kathy was beside herself with impatience to get at her mother, and she made that very plain by the fact that she just couldn't stay still.

Sandra observed Kathy's obvious excitement at the prospect of tormenting her mother and smiled.

"So cool," Kathy cooed. "Now come over here and lie down on the sofa you big old Mommy cow, you, so I can get a good look at my sexy slut mom and all your 'charms' as they say."

With her head bowed in total submission, Paula slowly walked over to and lay down on the living room sofa, bare naked for her daughter and Sandra to ogle without any restrictions whatsoever. 'This is so evil; so sick,' kept running through Paula's fevered brain.

As she lay there on her back, her breasts and vulva on salacious display in front of her Mistress and young daughter, Paula felt a warm glow of anticipation sweep over her body and settle into her moist vagina. Lying there, totally exposed to her daughter's inquiring and hungry stare, Paula felt the now familiar tingle in her loins that was the direct byproduct of her lewd and humiliating submission. Paula's wanton exhibitionism fed her craving for even more dissolute behavior.

She was brought out of her sensual reverie by her daughter's giggle.

"Why Mommy, your little clitty is sticking out of your puss puss like it wants something. Does it want something, Mommy girl?"

"I don't know, Kathy."

"Sure you do, Mommy. What does that little old clitty of yours want."

"Please, Kathy. I don't want to say it."

"Come on, Mommy girl. What does Mr. Clitty want?"

The words rushed out of Paula's mouth.

"Mr. Clitty wants you to play with him. Please Kathy, please play with Mr. Clitty."

"Do you really want me to play with your little clitty button, Mommy girl?"

"Yes, Kathy. Please don't tease me any more. Please, honey. I need it so bad."

Paula began writhing on the sofa; the lewd sex heat building in her loins.

"Then ask me 'pretty please'."

"Pretty, pretty please. Kathy please play with my little clitty. Please, honey." Tears of shame were once again running down Paula's cheeks. But she just couldn't stand it anymore. She had to have some kind of sexual release or she would go mad.

"Please, honey, please play with Mommy's clitty for her."

"Why its such a Mommy big girl clitty. That bad old Mr. Clitty is sticking his head way up now. If I play with him, will your little Mommy pussy get all wet and squishy for me, hmmmmm?"

"Yes, Kathy honey. Please get your Mommy's pussy all wet and sticky. Please, honey. Please."

"No, Mommy. I don't want to," Kathy mock pouted. "Your Mommy pussy is nasty and I don't want to play with it any more."

"Please honey, I can't stand it, Please. please." Paula was suddenly almost hysterical with desire.

Kathy just stood there, towering above her mother, smiling demonically down at her.

"No I won't, not until you do something for me, Mommy girl."

"What do you want me to do honey, I'll do anything you want, but please make my little pussy wet."

"Anything, Mommy girl?'

Paula sobbed and sobbed in frustrated hunger.

"Yes, baby, anything you want, but you've got to help Mommy feel better."

"Anything at all? Kathy teased."

"Yes, Kathy. Anything at all."

"OK, then. But first, roll over on your tummy, Mommy girl, so I can get at that big old botty bott of yours."

Paula meekly flipped over on her tummy, exposing her big, round, fleshy butt to her daughter's lewd appraisal. Kathy continued to smile.

Sandra thought she knew what was coming and she let out an expectant giggle.

"OK Mommy, now just relax while I do something I have wanted to do for such a long time."

Paula closed her eyes and waited for her wicked-minded daughter to take whatever advantage of her she wanted to take.

Then, slowly, Kathy stretched out her hand and began possessively sliding it around her mom's butt cheeks, lasciviously feeling her submissive mother's fleshy bottom all the way from the hips to the beginnings of her thighs; along the outer curves, then around to the shadowy inner groove that separated the luscious cheeks. Then back around, then back again. After she had had enough of this game of 'Feel Up Mommy,' Kathy squeezed each cheek softly; then she squeezed down hard enough to leave red finger marks when she finally took her hand away. All the while, Paula was squirming and whimpering her desire for release from her sexual torment growing and growing.

"Please, Kathy honey, please stop teasing me. I need for you to help me."

Paula moved her hips around in hungry thrusts against the sofa, trying her level best with her erotic display of wantonness to entice her daughter to finger fuck her into an orgasm.

"Oh, I'll help you all right," Kathy giggled, placing her left palm in the small of her mother's back. Then she raised her right hand and swung it down in a sonorous slap against Paula's fleshy right butt cheek.

SLAP

Paula shut her eyes tight and clenched her fists in an effort not to cry out at Kathy's unexpected butt slap. Thuswise, she managed to keep silent, but she couldn't suppress the little spasmodic wriggle her hips gave by way of reaction. Kathy saw Paula's butt wiggle and thought to herself, 'how cute.'

A second slap followed as Kathy's hand delivered a stinging report to exactly the same place on Paula's other posterior. Paula's now pink butt gave another little wiggle in response. Kathy's eyes narrowed in sadistic curiosity as she watched the muscles in her mother's thighs flex in a vain attempt to pull away from her slapping hand.

"You know you can't get away from me, Mommy girl. So just let it happen. I must say I really like spanking your big botty bot, you nasty little Mommy girl, you."

Despite Kathy's admonition, her mother continued to struggle against her daughter's desire to hand spank her. Paula's useless attempt to save herself from a good old fashioned butt whipping drove Kathy into a sudden, towering rage. She retaliated against Paula's wiggling and flexing by raining down blow after sharp stinging blow against her mother's bottom, cruelly indulging her sick desire to hurt and humiliate her mom.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Paula gasped and squirmed around on the sofa, and rotated her hips desperately trying to get away from Kathy's stinging hand, or, perhaps, once she got used to the hot, painful slaps, trying to offer her sensitive butt more advantageously to her daughter's ministrations. Who knew?

"Hey Sandra," Kathy called to her new friend. "She's really starting to feel it, I think."

Sandra looked over at the flushed face of the exuberant fifteen year old as she flailed away on her mom's bottom.

"Are you having fun, Kathy cat?"

"Oh yeah. And I think Mommy's finally having fun too. Aren't you Mommy girl?"

Paula burrowed her blushing face deeper into the pillow of her arms.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Aren't you Mommy girl," Kathy insisted.

"Yes, Kathy," Paula cried out, tears running down her cheeks.

"I'm having fun, too."

"Does it turn you on, Mommy girl."

"Yes, honey. It turns me on, being spanked by you."

The admission was literally slapped out of the older woman.

As for Kathy, Paula's little whimpers and moans of distress were making the fifteen year old all hot and bothered to hurt and humiliate her mother even more.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Paula squealed in pleasure anguish as her butt cheeks grew warmer and sorer. Finally, however, the pain of her daughter's hand spanking overwhelmed the pleasure.

"Please stop, Kathy. I can't take any more. Please, oh please; please stop."

Kathy did eventually stop spanking her mother's bottom, but only so that she could press her palm into Paula's upturned face.

"Kiss it, Mommy. Kiss my bad old spank hand. Show me just how much you want me to own you."

Paula immediately began planting little love kisses all over Kathy's hot palm.

"Now lick it like a little kitty cat, Mommy girl. Do exactly what I tell you; right now."

Paula obeyed immediately, lolling her warm wet tongue all around her daughter's palm and spread fingers.

"That's a good little Mommy girl," Kathy cooed, sensuously stroking her mother's hair with her other hand.

Then, while Paula was busy laving her left hand, Kathy removed her right from her hair and began stroking her mother's heated butt cheeks with it. Paula licked harder and with more enthusiasm the closer Kathy's exploring, possessive hand came to the enticing little crack between her red cheeks.

"I know what Mommy girl wants," Kathy sing-songed as her fingers got closer to their tightly puckered goal.

The fifteen year old placed her index finger on the top of her mom's butt crack and slowly, seductively pushed the very tip of her finger into the moist dark groove, and slid it up and down slowly and seductively. Paula licked ever more furiously, communicating her need and desire in a way that Kathy was sure to understand. Paula remembered the last time her daughter had invaded her back there and she wanted a lot more of the same.

"I know what Mommy wants. I know what Mommy wants."

Kathy then took another big step toward the complete subjugation of her mother by pushing her fingertip inquiringly against Paula's sensitive little rosette, then scratching at the sensitive pucker with her fingernail. This made Paula feel a burning itch to have her daughter's digit all the way up inside her.

"Does Mommy girl want me to play with her little bott bott hole, hmmmmm."

"Ummmm hummmmm," Paula answered as she continued to lick her daughter's punishing hand.

But despite Paula's obvious desire to have her daughter invade her nether regions that she demonstrated by a lewd flexing of her hips to push her near virgin little pucker back against Kathy's maddening finger, the tight sphincter just would not unclench. At some level her body remembered the incredible pain that her daughter had caused her the last time she had done this and it wanted no more.

"Relax Mommy girl, and let me inside your nasty old poop hole. Or else I'll beat your butt for the rest of the evening, only this time, I'll use Sandra's paddle."

Paula continued to lick Kathy's fingers frantically. Her salacious mind welcomed the invasion of her fundament but her body still wouldn't cooperate.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Paula's body was getting Kathy's message now; loud and clear. Surrender completely or continue to get a serious butt whipping.

The older woman now pushed her hips back even harder than before in a mighty effort to unclench her tight pucker. Finally, the tightly sealed rosette yielded to superior force, and Kathy's fingertip invaded her mother's rectum.

"Oh, Sandra," Kathy cried in mock excitement. "Guess what I just found."

"I bet it's your Mommy's little rose hole."

"You win."

"Well, Kathy, since it belongs to you, for tonight at least, what are you going to do with it."

Smiling broadly Kathy said "this," and dry jabbed her middle finger into her mother's fundament all the way to the palm of her hand.

"Owwwwwwww, Kathy. Take it out. It hurts. Please don't hurt me; please."

"Please don't hurt meeeeeeeeeee."

Kathy grinned as she twisted her cruel finger inside her mom's butt all the while listening contentedly as Paula begged and pleaded for her to take it out. Paula's cries of anguish were music to her daughter's ears.

Sandra watched the torrid spectacle in utter fascination, a tingle of unfulfilled lust growing deep inside her own vagina. Oh well, plenty of time to satisfy that later. For now, Sandra was content just to watch Kathy torment her submissive mother and listen to the cries and pleas the older woman made for it to please, please stop.

Paula shook her butt like she had a beaver attached to it in a vain attempt to dislodge her daughter's probing finger. The sight of her mother's antics made Kathy laugh out loud.

After a time, Kathy relented. She stopped jabbing her finger deep into her mother's defenseless butt hole and Paula quieted her pleas for her daughter to quit hurting her so badly.

When Paula had gotten calmed down, Kathy said sweetly, "OK now, Mommy. Tell me the truth. Are you all wet in your slutty Mommy puss puss from having your little girl finger fuck you up the ass."

"Please Kathy, please don't make me say it."

"Bitch," Kathy screamed at the top of her lungs and delivered a loud slap to her mother's behind.

"I said, are you wet?"

"Yes, Kathy. I think so,"

"You think so. Don't you know."

"Yes, Kathy, I'm wet."

"So my playing with your tight little Mommy butt hole makes you wet, hmmmmm."

"Yes, Kathy, I guess so." Paula was truly mortified to have to admit to her own daughter that the pain and humiliation Kathy had caused her was the very thing that had made her vagina wet.

"So that means that you get off on having me finger fuck my little Mommy girl's bott bott hole, doesn't it?"

Paula could not face her daughter. She buried her face in her pillowed arms and began sobbing hysterically.

"Yes, Kathy."

Kathy smirked and pulled her finger almost all the way out of her mom's little hole. Then, she shoved it back in again. Out and in, out and in, out and in.

"Well that's good to know, Mommy girl. So anytime I want to make you wet, like as a reward for doing something for me extra nice, all I have to do is play around with your little Mommy butt hole. Isn't that right, slut baby?"

Paula sobbed out the answer.

"Yes, Kathy, when you want to make me wet, all you have to do is play with my butt hole."

"OK, but remember Mommy that I'm not here to get your little Mommy puss puss all gushy wet and sticky; at least not tonight. Tonight I'm here to punish you for being a bad little Mommy slut."

"Please, Kathy. Haven't you hurt me enough already tonight."

"Oh come on, Mommy, that was just a warm up for what's ahead. I really get off giving my little Mommy girl pain, and I don't plan to stop until you make me cum with your squealing. Got me?"

Paula shrank back from her enraged daughter.

"Yes, Kathy," she said it so meekly.

Then, sighing resignedly, Paula pressed against Kathy's exploring finger, deriving what sexual stimulation she could from her daughter's pistoning digit.

"Sandra, this is so cool. Mommy is letting me finger fuck her ass hole, and she's actually getting off on it. Mommy girl is such a nasty little slut."

Sandra just smiled.

Paula resumed her interrupted licking of her daughter's hand. She now began sliding her tongue between Kathy's index and middle finger in a sick parody of cunnalingus. Again, Kathy got the message right away.

"Mommy girl, is that what you want to do with your wet little Mommy slut tongue. Why Mommykins, do you really want to eat out your own baby daughter. You're so bad, aren't you? Such a bad Mommy slut."

Paula just kept sliding her wet tongue back and forth against Kathy's fingers while her daughter continued to play with her enticing little butt hole.

At this point Sandra walked over to where Kathy had been feeling her mom up.

"Let me have a turn, Kath."

So saying, Sandra slid one of her hands along Paula's long, smooth leg until it reached her moist crotch. Paula, fearful of what outrage Sandra had in mind for her tender nether regions, squirmed around to try to get away from her Mistress's exploring fingers. But Kathy held her mother immobile so that the older girl could have her way with her. Finally realizing that she could not get away, Paula stoically accepted her fate and lay there still and expectant while her seventeen year old Mistress trifled with her vulva.

Kathy popped her own finger out of her mom's butt hole so that Sandra would have all of Paula's attention.

Sandra giggled softly as she rubbed the moist labia of her helpless little big girl sex toy while Paula wriggled and squirmed on the sofa.

Paula was now sawing her tongue in and out between her daughter's fingers as though she were busily and hungrily licking a pussy.

"Mommy girl really wants to munch some girl carpet, Sandra. You wouldn't believe her tongue."

"Well Kathy," Sandra said as she gave her playmate a little kiss; "we'll certainly give her plenty of opportunity to eat little girl box. Who knows. Maybe when we're through with her, we'll take her over to the playground and let her eat out some really little girls."

Sandra continued to feel up her teacher's now drippy genitals, doing all in her power to get Paula really revved up for sex.

"Sooner or later, we are going to have to remove all this nasty fur so I can really get at you. Don't you agree, little cow slut."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula mumbled as she continued ravenously licking her daughter's fingers. She was so desperate for release at this point that she would say or do anything Sandra demanded of her.

"Yes, Sandra, that's true." chimed in Kathy. "But as furry as Mommy girl's pussy is, you can still push a whole handful of fingers all the way inside her slick little snizzie ."

"Would you like that, Mommy girl. Would you like for Sandra of me to fist fuck your nasty little sniz for you and get you off, you slut, you."

"Yes. Please push your fingers all the way inside my wet little vagina, Mistress Sandra. Please, please. I need it so badly. Please."

Sandra smiled as she slipped one, then two of her long, probing fingers inside her teacher's soppy slit. Paula's vaginal muscles spasmed arythmicly, clenching and unclenching against the invading fingers.

"Why don't I help you feel better, little Paula baby girl," cooed Sandra sensuously as her fingers drove her teacher almost insane with lust.

As Sandra slowly scissored her fingers inside Paula's warm, moist hole, her submissive teacher let out a contented gurgle of lewd pleasure and the walls of her vagina convulsed in near climax.

"Wow, Paula baby girl, you're really getting off on this aren't you. Tell me right now, or I'll stop, and we can get on with your punishment."

"No, Mistress Sandra. Please don't stop. Yes, I'm really getting off on your playing with my vagina."

Paula began to pant and shudder as the physical stimulation of Sandra's fingers merged with the immense turn on that her mind associated with the utter humiliation she felt at being made to admit in front of her young student Mistress and her daughter that she was getting really wet.

"Ask me nice, baby girl."

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Please make me cum. Please fist fuck my puss puss for me until I cum. Oh, please, Mistress Sandra."

"That's my excitable little slavey teacher puss." Sandra complemented Paula as she continued to play with her vagina. Sandra's other hand stroked Paula's hair and face tenderly. She was so proud of her submissive teacher slave and how far she had come in such a short time. Paula was turning into a regular little subbie cunt. The possibilities were limitless.

Kathy couldn't stand to sit on the sidelines any longer. She reached a hand under her mother and began maliating one of her big, pendant breasts.

"Don't you want me to help Sandra, Mommy girl."

"Yes Kathy, please help Mistress Sandra make me cum."

Sandra suddenly and deftly withdrew her wet digits all the way from her teacher's vagina, laughing wickedly as she did so.

"Who said anything about cumming, baby girl. I just like sexing you up to the max, then stopping just before you get your rocks off. The expression on your little subby face when you don't get to cum cum after all is so cute."

Paula's frustration spiked and desperate tears rolled down her cheeks as Kathy's hand squeezed and twisted her breast in a way that was much more painful than sexually stimulating.

"Yeah, Mommy girl. Who said anything about cumming."

Paula's whimpers of frustrated disappointment were music to the ears of her two teenage tormentors.

In desperation, Paula moved one of her own hands down to her crotch in a wild effort to bring herself off quickly, but Kathy only slapped her hand away.

"Mommy girl. You're just such a nasty cunt, trying to get yourself off in front of your own daughter," Kathy giggled as she continued to slap her mother's hand away from her genitals.

"Hey, baby girl," Sandra yelled down at her submissive teacher. "You don't ever have the right anymore to play with yourself. If I want you to cum, I'll tell you. Otherwise, you don't. Do you understand."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." The note of dejection and resignation in Paula's voice made Sandra and Kathy smile. Slowly but surely they were getting the point across that Paula no longer had any sexual rights. Rather, she was purely and completely dependent on Sandra and her daughter to decide when and under what circumstances, if any, she obtained the sexual release she craved so despairingly.

"If you ever want to cum again, Mommy, you better do what Sandra and I say and you better let us do anything we want to with your Mommy body."

"Kathy, you understand it perfectly." cheered Sandra. Her program of developing a submissive, dominant matched pair was going along nicely. She had plans to exhibit these two to some student and teacher friends of hers from Bridwell in the not-too-distant future, and she wanted them trained to a turn.

"OK Mommy, now turn back over on your back, I'm finished with your little butt hole, at least for right now."

Paula obediently twisted back around so she was looking up into her daughter's smiling face. She rolled her body so that her vulva was just above Kathy's bare thigh that her daughter had slid under her for support and physical contact.

"Do you still want me to play with that bad old clitty of yours, Mommy girl."

"Yes, Kathy. Please honey."

"Well, reach down and spread your puss puss lips like a good little slut girl so I can get at him better."

Paula immediately reached down and grasped her labia between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and spread her vagina wide open. Doing so caused her clitoris to spring up out of its tight sheath.

"Wow, Sandra, she looks so vulnerable and helpless like this, holding herself open for anything I want to do to her. I can't wait to have her lips pierced so she can hold her lips open wider."

"All in good time, Kath. We have a whole week to play with her. Don't we Paula baby girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. A whole week for you to play with me."

Paula shuddered in anticipation.

Kathy bent forward and surveyed her mother's spread open vagina. "Mommy girl, are you wet again? "

"Yes Kathy. I think so."

Kathy just giggled as she began tweezing her mother's erect clitoris between thumb and forefinger. Paula thrashed around on the sofa as the pleasure pain in her vulva took control of her being. After a while, Kathy took her tormenting fingers away.

"Well Mommy, Now I want to see you play with yourself a little like the slut your are before we start with the next punishment."

Paula was so happy for the opportunity to masturbate herself that she totally ignored the facts of her past experience that indicated that she would not be allowed by her twin tormentors to bring herself to climax.

Paula began to strum her vulva and hunch up and down lewdly on her daughter's smooth thigh. She spread her legs wide and slid her fingers all over her labia. She moved her other hand to her breast and began palpating it and pinching her nipple. Fingers of one hand slid deep into her vaginal canal and fingers of the other hand pinched and twisted her nipple into eraser hardness.

Paula could feel her secretions running out of her vagina, down the crack of her butt, and onto the smoothness of Kathy's leg. Her hips began to buck up into her fingers in a lewd parody of intercourse. Sweat streamed off her flushed skin. She clinched her eyes tight shut. She was getting closer, closer....

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Kathy's cruel slaps knocked her mother's hands away from her soppy vagina and flushed breasts.

"Not yet, Mommy girl. Maybe later, but not now. Meow. Meow."

Paula cringed and whined. "But I was so close, honey; so close."

"Well we aren't going to do anything about that now."

And that was that.

Paula burst into tears.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Eleven:

Sandra came over to the sofa and stood over her recently turned out teacher slave and her young dominant daughter.

"Are you still mine all mine , Paula baby girl." Sandra glared down at her teacher.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, I still belong to you," Paula sobbed out the words. And it was perfectly true. Even after all she had been through since Sandra had accosted her that afternoon, the submissive teacher remained her student's obedient, submissive sex slave.

"Good, baby girl. Now, get up from there and kneel in front of the sofa."

Without any hesitation whatsoever, Paula did exactly as she was bidden.

"Now lean over and lick up every last drop of your messy puss puss wet off poor Kathy's thigh."

Paula didn't have to be told twice. She immediately thrust her head forward over her fifteen year old daughter's velvetsmooth creamywhite thigh, and began licking and slurping her vaginal secretions off Kathy's leg.

"Just like a little bitch doggie in heat, isn't she." Sandra giggled as she put her hand on the back of Paula's head and pushed her face down against Kathy's warm thigh. Paula continued to lap and lap while Kathy giggled at the tickling feeling her mother's warm, laving tongue gave to her tender young flesh.

When Paula had finished consuming every last drop of her secretions off her fifteen year old's leg, Sandra acquiesced and let her up for some badly needed air.

"That was real good, Mommiedoggie," Kathy grinned down at her subservient mother.

"Thank you Kathy."

"Yeah Sandra, Mommy girl here is just exactly like a little bitch doggie in heat. Maybe we should rent her a hunky bigdick boy doggie to help her out."

"My thoughts exactly. But for now, I think we ought to just make her hunch on your leg exactly like the slutdoggie she is."

"Kewl," Kathy giggled as she looked at her mother with an evil glint in her eye.

"Mommy girl keeps some hand lotion on her bedside table. Would you get it for me so I can get her to spread it on my leggypoo. That will make me all slick and smooth for my doggiemommie to hunch on."

Before the words were out of Kathy's mouth, Sandra was down the hall to Paula's room and back with the bottle of hand lotion.

Kathy pushed Paula's face away from her thigh and stretched her leg out in front of the sofa, her foot firmly on the living room floor. "Now, you heard Sandra, Mommy girl. Hunch my leg like the horny bitchdoggieslut you are. But first, cream me up good with that lotion. I want to be all slick and smooth for you."

Paula saw that her tormentors would be satisfied with nothing less than her total humiliation and degradation. She therefore sat up, took the offered bottle from her Mistress, and poured some silky lotion onto her hand. Then she proceeded to rub her hand along Kathy's outstretched leg, all the way from the ankle to the crotch.

Smearing the lotion on her daughter's bare leg was an intense turn on for Paula. Her hands molded the velvet lotion into the girlflesh of Kathy's calf and thigh, and still higher.

"No, Mommy girl. I don't want you to feel me up right now. I want you to hunch my leg like the nasty little slutdoggie you are."

"OK, Paula baby girl," Sandra said from the sidelines. "she's slick enough. Now get to hunching that leg."

Paula stopped massaging Kathy's leg, sat up, and wrapped her long thighs around her daughter's own smooth and slick leg. Then she pressed her palms down onto the sofa on either side of her daughter, and began to slide her sensitive vulva up and down against the firm, smooth, lotionslick legflesh.

"Hunch it, slutdoggie. Hunch it gooooood, baby girl." Sandra taunted as Paula slid her swollen outer lips up and down on her daughter's bare leg.

"Come on Paula baby girl, I know that you've seen bad horny doggies hunching legs before. Put some life into it. You know you want to hunch it till you get off on Kathy's leggypoo."

Paula threw her head back and hunched faster, taking short, powerful strokes; just like a dog in heat. Her slick labia rubbed up against Kathy's leg with a most arousing friction.

"Bad, baaaad Mommiedoggie. Just look at that horny bitchdoggie go."

The taunts of her twin tormentors only spurred the sexeager teacher to redouble her lewd efforts to make herself cum by frictioning her daughter's leg. Paula concentrated her entire will as she continued to hunch, panting in short gasps and getting off a little more with each stroke. Closer and closer to the brink she slid.

But Sandra, sensing her sub's imminent climax, ordered Paula to stop just before the hungry teacher was finally about to get herself off completely. The submissive teacher slave wriggled against Kathy's leg and whimpered like a frustrated bitch as she slid off her daughter's thigh leg. She begged and pleaded to be allowed to finish herself off, but Sandra refused her; a wicked giggle in her throat. The older woman knew better than to disobey her Mistress. She just sat on the living room floor and tried to come back to herself.

"The preliminaries are well and truly over." Sandra announced as though she were a circus ringMistress.

"Time now for the main event."

"What have you dreamed up next for your Mommieslut's punishment, Kathy."

"Well, Sandra one of my dearest fanatics has been to give my middle aged Mommiekins a real old fashioned hand spanking across my lap. How does that sound for starters."

"Pretty tame, actually, but maybe you're working up to something a bit more exciting, and a lot more painful for Paula baby girl here, I hope."

"Of course."

"Get up off the floor cowface and lie across your sexy little daughter's lap so she can spank your big butt for you properly; just like you deserve, you nasty little teacher slut, you."

Slowly, Paula got up from her place on the floor and stood by the sofa while Kathy arranged herself.

"Lie down across my lap like a good little Mommy girl."

Reluctantly, Paula did as directed. She pillowed her face on her forearms and stretched her legs out across the sofa.

"Before you start, Kathy, I just have to play with your Mom's butt a little, just to get her in the right frame of mind."

Sandra kneeled down in front of the sofa and began sliding her warm hand possessively around Paula's fleshy buttcheeks in sensuous circles. Paula responded by wriggling her butt, first slowly then with more animation as the feelings caused by Sandra's stimulating hand began to arouse her.

As Sandra's hand grew more insistent, Paula began to writhe and moan, really getting into the sensuous feelings associated with having her butt felt up by her young Mistress.

"Do you like that, Paula baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Does my hand on your bottbott make you want to cum cum, baby girl."

"Yessssss, Mistress Sandra."

"Does my little teacher slut want to cum cum real bad."

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra. Please make me cum cum. I really need to cum cum bad."

"Do you really, truly want me to make my little teacher slut cum cum with my nasty little handjob."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula panted. "Please, oh please make me cum."

As Paula wriggled on her daughter's lap, Sandra smiled a sweet smile of contentment. Of course she wasn't about to allow her teacher slave to cum; at least not this early in the evening. But she still thrilled to the sound of Paula's begging for it the way she did.

When the time was just right and Paula was almost home, Sandra looked over at Kathy and nodded. Kathy took her cue like an old pro.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,

The fifteen year old's little hand slapped her mom's ass with stinging blows that transformed Paula's sensuous wriggling into painful writhing.

"Aaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwoooooooooohhhhhh." Paula screamed as her feelings of sensuous lust turned immediately into tormenting pain.

The older woman scissored her legs up and down, trying as best she could to ward off the stinging slaps. She squealed out at the top of her voice, begging her daughter to stop her stinging spanking.

Of course, Kathy most certainly did not stop spanking her mother despite Paula's cries of anguish and pain. Her mother's squeals only drove the fifteen year old to spank her all the harder.

The older woman continued kicking her legs up and down just like a little girl getting her first bumsmack. Kathy looked at Paula's antics and grinned broadly. Just like a little girl; a submissive little girl that she could abuse and torment as much as she liked.

"Are you having a good time, Kathy." Sandra wanted to know.

"Oh yeah. Mom's butt is so soft and squishy. It's totally awesome smacking it with my bare hand and watching her wiggle all over my lap."

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,

Sandra looked on, then she remembered what she had in her purse. "I'll be right back, Kathycat: hold that pose."

Kathy stopped, hand poised in mid air and watched as Sandra retrieved the little wooden paddleball paddle from her purse.

Next the seventeen year old went over the coffee table and picked up the digital camera. "I've just got to get a picture or two of this."

Sandra came back and handed the paddle to Kathy. "I didn't want you to stop just because your hand was getting tired."

Kathy smiled and swatted her mother across the butt with the edge of the paddle.

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.

Paula couldn't contain herself another second. She screamed out at the top of her lungs.

"Ooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwww, oooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwww, ooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwww. PLEASE KATHY, STOP HURTING ME, STOP, STOP, STOP, PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE."

Kathy didn't miss a beat.

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.

As she continued her torturing strokes, Kathy smiled down at her mom's crimson butt, admiring her handiwork. Her little girl vagina spasmed and began leaking cyprienne fluid lubrication onto the sofa.

"Katheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, you're HURTING me. Owwwwww. Please stop hurting me. I want to stop hurting. Oh God, make it stop hurting." Hot tears of agony popped from Paula's eyes and wet her folded arms.

"I'll be good from now on, Kathy honey; really I will. You can do anything you want to me, only please, please stop spanking me with that paddle. Please, honey."

Kathy held up the paddle.

"Do you really want me to stop spanking you, Mommy girl."

Kathy leaned over and whispered sexily into her mother's ear.

"Did you mean it, Mommy girl, when you said that I could do ANYTHING to you."

Paula was in such agony from the paddleball paddling that she would have agreed to anything to make the pain go away.

"Yes, Kathy honey. Yes, anything you want to, baby. Just please, please stop spanking me with that paddle."

"Will you do whatever I say from now on if I stop."

As the sharp pain began to subside, Paula suddenly became almost hysterical with apprehension. She had already experienced so much pain at the hands of her daughter in the past two hours that she was simply terrified of what further suffering her sadistic little girl would inflict upon her.

"Please don't make me agree to that, Kathy honey. I don't know what you want me to do." Paula wailed.

"It doesn't matter that you know, Mommy girl. It only matters that I know and that you agree to do whatever I say from now on."

"And if you don't agree right this very minute, you'll get a lot more of this."

Kathy swung the paddle down hard on your mother's defenseless butt.

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.

Paula wailed and screamed until she could not make another sound. Kathy just kept on spanking her mother with the wooden paddle.

Finally Kathy's arm grew tired and she stopped.

"Now, Mother dear. Do you agree to do whatever I say from now on or do I have to beat your butt some more."

Paula could barely move. Her bottom was on fire from the agony of Kathy's spanking. There was nothing left for her to do but agree to anything her daughter wanted if that meant making the pain stop.

"Yes, yes I agree," Paula cried out in total submission.

"I'll do anything you say from now on."

"OK, then, I'll stop." And so she did.

Paula rocked back and forth against Kathy's lap as the pain washed over her body in waves, totally oblivious to the fact that her movements were rubbing her tummy against Kathy's little vagina and turning her on something fierce.

"Hey Sandra, did you get any of that on film."

"Yes I did, so now anyone I want can see just how big a slutmommie my little teacherbabygirl has become.

Kathy smiled down at her naked mother as she writhed around on the young girl's lap.

"Mommy girl, you sure are a little subbyslut, aren't you."

Paula could only agree that it was true.

"Yes, Kathy. I'm just a little subbyslut."

"That's right, Mommy girl. You sure are."

"Now, you said you would do anything to keep from getting more of the paddle, so lets get to my next fantasy."

Kathy bucked her hips into the air and her mother rolled off onto the living room floor with her legs wide splayed. The living room light sparkled off a film of dew that was clinging to her pussyhair. When Sandra and Kathy noticed this, they smiled.

"Wow, Mommy girl, did you really get off on being paddled like that. It seems from the evidence presented by the amount of puss puss wet that's all over my leggypoo that you did."

Paula, humiliated beyond embarrassment, did not reply.

"Well, Mommy. If getting spanked over my lap turned you on that much, you just won't be able to stand what we do next.

Kathy and Sandra stood up and started out of the room and down the hall.

"Oh, Mommmmmieeeeeeeeeeeee. Come along with us, sweetie. We have something we want to do to youuuuuuuu."

Paula slowly got up off the floor, rubbed her hands gingerly around her paddle tormented butt, and then followed along meekly behind her daughter. Sandra walked along beside her, reaching out occasionally to run her hands over her teacher slave's tender butt to admire Kathy's paddlework and to feel just how hot the paddlespanking had made Paula's asscheeks.

Kathy stopped for a mere second in front of the bathroom door to make sure her mom was coming along behind her, then she went in.

"Mistress Sandra," Paula asked meekly. "Before we start again on my punishment, may I use the bathroom. I really need to go."

"Well Paula baby girl, as you can plainly see, Kathy is occupying your bathroom right now and I think it would be disrespectful for you to go potty potty in there with her standing there and all. Don't you."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, but I really have to go."

"OK Paula baby girl, that do you have to do. Pee pee or poo poo."

Paula reddened at Sandra's use of babytalk to discuss these embarrassing intimate functions, but her full bladder was insistent.

"I have to go pee pee, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, OK then. Go get your leash out of my purse and we'll go walkees in your back yard."

Paula hesitated, caught between growing need to relieve herself and growing humiliation at the thought of just how she was going to be compelled to do it.

"Well Paula, make up your mind. Kathy and I don't have all day."

Paula's dissented bladder made the decision for her. She ran into the living room, retrieved the stout leash from Sandra's purse, and brought it back into the hall.

"You put it on, slutpuppy. I like watching you do slutty sick things like that.

Paula blushed crimson as she snapped the leash onto her dog collar and waited anxiously.

"Well."

Paula didn't understand for a minute until Sandra pointed to the floor.

"Down on your hands and knees, puppslut. Bitchdoggies like you don't walk on two legs when they go walkees, now do they."

Paula immediately fell to the hall floor and began crawling toward the back door, obviously getting very close to losing it.

"Must go walkees, Kath. We'll be back in a minute."

Paula crawled quickly to the back door and waited, whining and looking totally humiliated, until Sandra came and opened the door.

Thank God, Paula thought. It's dark out here. None of my neighbors will be able to see me.

For her part, Sandra was disappointed that her little doggieteacher wouldn't have an audience for her potty potty. But there would be other opportunities she well knew to show off her subby bitch to the neighborhood.

Paula crawled into the back yard as fast as she could. Need and embarrassment motivated her to get her business over with and run back into her house as soon as she could. Sandra, seeing her teacher's plight, pulled back hard on the lead to restrain Paula's anxious sortie into the back yard. The seventeen year old knew that it was almost too late, and the thought of Paula peeing herself sent a happy shiver up her spine.

Paula pulled and pulled, coaxing her Mistress out into the yard, whining like a puppy who just can't hold it one more second. Sandra finally relented and allowed the older woman to crawl well into the grass covering her back yard.

Paula stopped in the middle of the back yard, squatted her legs as wide as she could and gratefully released the contents of her full bladder onto the grass as her Mistress watched and smiled approvingly. Paula's hot urine hissed out of her like steam from a caldron and pulsed into the ground like hard rain.

"Wow Paula baby girl. You piss just like an old cow on a flat rock." Sandra giggled fit to kill as Paula finished up.

"OK Paulacow, wipe yourself before we go back into the house. I don't want any dog pee to stain my furniture."

"But Mistress Sandra," Paula whined. "I don't have any TP."

"Then use the back of your hand, silly. And hurry up. It's cold out here."

Paula abashedly slid the back of her hand along her labia and wiped the residue of golden droplets off herself. Sandra smiled approvingly. One more rung down the ladder for her submissive little teacher slut.

"OK, baby girl. Lets go back inside and see what your nastysick little daughter has cooked up for you."

By the time Paula and Sandra returned to the bathroom, Kathy had gotten out all the equipment necessary for fulfilling her fantasy. When Paula saw what Kathy had gotten together, she knew right away that she was in for a very unpleasant time indeed.

"No. No, please Kathy, not that."

"Mommy girl," Kathy smiled over at her stressed out mother. "Now you said you would be a good little Mommy girl and do exactly what I told you from now on. Would you rather go back in the living room and have me beat your butt some more with that adorable little paddle."

"No...."

"Then come over here and let me play with you; silly Mommy girl."

Paula looked over at Sandra with desperate hope in her eyes. "Please, Mistress Sandra. I'm so embarrassed. Please make her stop. I don't want to do this. I don't want her to make me do this. Please, please, Mistress Sandra. Please."

"Well Paula baby girl, I'm sorry about that, but the less you want to do something, the more fun it is for me to make you do it. So quit whining and do what your daughter tells you to do. Right now; unless you want me to punish my little Paula baby girl."

Paula began to cry again, but that didn't prevent her from going over to the toilet seat and sitting down to await her fate.

Kathy was using her time to fill up the red rubber bag with warm, soapy water. For some peculiar reason, this was an especially big one, and when Kathy had filled it, it was very heavy.

"Why so big Kath, not that I'm complaining, you understand."

"Well, Mommy uses this one on Bud from time to time, and she really wants to get the job done."

"Well Paula baby girl, have you ever used this monster on yourself, hmmmmmmmm."

"No, Mistress Sandra. I haven't," Paula shuddered involuntarily in lewd and submissive anticipation of what was to come.

"That's good. Then you're a virgin." Sandra laughed and Kathy followed suit.

Hot tears of embarrassment rolled down the teacher's face.

"Don't you want to be all squeaky clean inside, Paula baby girl."

Paula looked up and nodded her head 'yes.' She could feel the itching start way inside her pussy, and she knew that it was her abject surrender to Sandra's perverted domination that caused it. Paula also knew that the only was to calm that burning itch was to surrender totally.

Sandra could see the capitulation in Paula's pleading eyes.

"Then be a good little girl and ask Kathy pretty please to get you all clean for us."

The lurid words choked out of Paula's throat.

"Please, Kathy. Please get me all clean inside for you and Mistress Sandra."

"Do you really want to be all clean inside, Mommy girl?"

"Yes, Kathy. I want to be all clean inside for you and Mistress Sandra."

"And that's so we won't get any nasty old Mommy poo on ourselves when we play with your tight little bott bott hole, right, Mommy girl?"

"Yes, Kathy."

"So you know that Sandra and I are going to do all sorts of evil things to your little Mommy rose, and you are going to let us do it?

"Yes, Kathy."

"And you are going to beg us to do it to you, aren't you, Mommy?"

Paula sighed a sigh of resignation.

"Yes, Kathy."

Sandra and Kathy smiled at each other.

"OK Mommy girl. Now I know you know the drill. You've got to hold it, and you've got to hold all of it to do any good." Kathy lectured her mother in a singsong reminiscent of mommies explaining things to little kids.

"Do you understand, Mommy?"

"Yes Kathy, I understand."

"I repeat, Mommy girl. You've got to hold in every last drop for five whole minutes. OK?"

"Yes, Kathy. I understand."

"You better," Sandra said in a stern voice from across the room. "I will be timing you, and if I hear any trickles in that toilet bowl before five minutes is up, we do it again, and again, and again until you get it right. Got me, slut?

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Big hot tears of fear and humiliation rolled down Paula's cheeks as she felt the long douche nozzle enter her fundament. It was just so embarrassing to have her own daughter administering an enema to her. Kathy had thoughtfully dispensed with the small nozzle in favor of one that would put the spray way up her mother's butthole. As the nozzle slid deep inside her, the itch between Paula's legs grew to a raging fire. She whimpered soulfully and started to cry all over again. Why did she need this degredation so badly? What sin had she committed to be punished this way? Would she ever be free of her insatiable sex hunger?

When the nozzle was properly seated, Kathy snapped off the plastic clamp and the first surge of warm, soapy water left the rubber enema bottle and flowed deep into Paula's rectum.

"Now Mommy girl, you must relax as much as possible for the water to get way up inside you. Lean back against the toilet and spread those long, bitch doggie legs of yours as wide apart as you can. I want to be able to see my Mommy girl's nasty little puss puss get all wet and slicky when I fill her full of nice, soapy water."

Paula blushed all over her body as she did as she was told. She could already feel the pressure building in her colon. The warm soapy water began to surge into her large intestine, and the painful cramping that accompanies such an activity began to have its agonizing way with her. Paula whimpered even louder and rocked back and forth on the toilet seat.

"Come on Mommy girl," Kathy exhorted her mother as the pain in her bowels increased sharply. "You've just got to hold it."

Then Kathy leaned over and whisper licked sexy, nasty little encouragements and threats into her mother's ear. Paula began to moan even louder, partly from the pain and partly from what her daughter was saying to her. Her pussy throbbed with unfulfilled sex hunger as her bowels filled, bringing wave upon wave of surging pain.

Then Kathy stood back up and began slowly rubbing her insistent hand round and round across Paula's belly.

"I'll help you relax, Mommy girl. I want to see you get turned on by what I'm doing to you, too. I like watching my Mommy be a bad girl."

As the pressure built inside Paula's intestines, she began an ever louder litany of moans, whimpers, and whines.

"Ohhhhhh, unnnnhhhhh, uuuuuunnnnnhhh. Oh Kathy, it hurts, it hurts so much. Please stop."

Kathy ran her fingers through her mother's hair and continued her whispering session of sexual brainwashing.

"Now Mommy girl. Stop being such a baby. Just hold it."

The pressure built up and built up, and Paula's moans became more and more distressful and forlorn.

"Please Kathy; please make it stop, honey. It hurts." Paula's voice became high pitched, just like a little girl's.

"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh. It hurrrrrrrrrrts."

Sandra stood by and watched Paula's tormented, sweat drenched face contort in a paroxysm of pure pain, and she smiled broadly. This was what she wanted for her little teacher slave. Pain and humiliation and plenty of both; and all bound together with her sex hunger. Before she was through, she was going to make Paula the perfect pain slut, willing to endure any kind of hurting just so long as sexual release came at the end of it. And Sandra would drag out that release for as long as she could. That was the satisfaction of the thing for Sandra. Her goal was to make Paula endure and even beg for the pain she would give her for as long as possible. And Sandra would happily continue to increase the pain level and duration over the next week, so that her finally allowing Paula the accompanying sexual release she so desperately craved would bind her slave teacher ever more tightly to her dominance. Sandra smiled broadly as she thought about it. Wasn't it just wonderful how this all worked?

As the pressure build and Paula's whines grew more high pitched, Kathy looked down at her mother's crotch. And, sure enough, there were little droplets of lubrication sparkling off her pubic bush.

"Mommy girl. You really are a slut puppy. Look down at your puss puss. You're really getting turned on by this aren't you?"

Paula hung her head in mortification. She could not deny to her daughter the fact that she was becoming turned on by the pain and the fact that it was Kathy who was forcing her to take the enema.

But then the pain in her bowels got the better of her. Suddenly Paula could hold out no longer. She cried out as she inadvertently relaxed her sphincter and a flood of soapy water cascaded out of her like a firehose and splashed into the toilet bowl.

Hearing the explosion, Kathy became furious.

"I told you to HOLD IT, Mommy cunt." Kathy screamed at her mother, and then she began slapping Paula's big breasts with her hands. Back and forth across her chest the slaps rained down on the defenseless older woman.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.

Paula cried out in pain and terror, putting her arms in front of her to block the blows.

"Put your arms down at your sides this very minute, Mommy cunt. Don't you ever try to keep me from punishing you for being a bad Mommy girl, ever again."

Paula cringed back against the toilet tank and immediately dropped her arms to her sides, and Kathy renewed her vicious slapping attack on her mother's breasts.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.

"Owwww, Kathy, please stop. I couldn't help it. I tried to hold it, really I did."

As Paula whined plaintively, she began to sob violently.

Kathy was totally unmoved by her mothers pleas and whining.

"Well, Mommy cunt. You better do much better the next time, or I'll take you back in the living room and beat your butt till you can't sit down for a week."

Paula looked up at her daughter, her face a mask of pain and degredation.

"I'm sorry, Kathy. I'll be good." Paula cried in masochistic submissiveness as her daughter prepared the second dose.

"You just better," Kathy warned.

Once again, Kathy inserted the douche nozzle way up her mom's butt hole and snapped the hose clamp open.

This time Paula really concentrated on keeping the water inside her. She knew that her fifteen year old daughter was getting angry, and she didn't want to give Kathy any opportunity to inflict any worse pain on her.

Slowly, the warm, soapy water began filling her up once more. Once again she leaned back against the toilet tank and spread her legs as wide as she could. Once again Kathy began to rub her belly to make the flow go faster. Once again the pain began, and, with it, the lubrication of her vaginal canal. The pain and humiliation of the enema was making the craving in her loins grow, just as Sandra had predicted.

The cramps started up again, big time. But Paula gritted her teeth and held on.

"That's a good little girl; good little Mommy girl." Kathy cooed into her mother's ear as she continued to rub Paula's distented belly with one hand while she slowly and deftly pinched Paula's erect clitoris with her other. The fifteen year old could definitely feel the growing wetness along her mother's inner lips. That made her smile; happy to know that Paula's need for domination was driving her ever further into her submissiveness to the young girl.

In a haze of pain and sensual humiliation pleasure, Paula peeked up at the enema bag. It was almost empty. Only a little more to go. Finally the bag was completely flat and all the water was inside her bowels, churning around and cramping her something awful.

"OK Mommy girl. So far, so good. Now we time you for five little minutes and then you can let all that bad old water out."

Paula slowly nodded her head in understanding. She just had to concentrate on holding it for five long minutes.

Kathy slowly slid the nozzle out of her mother, took down the apparatus, and threw it into the bathroom sink.

"Now you just be a good little girl and hold it while I have a little fun with you, OK?"

Paula once again nodded her head. She was concentrating too hard on holding in the water to say anything.

Kathy grinned, reached out her hand, and began fondling her mother's left breast, slowly sliding her hand around and under the breast and squeezing it softly, almost lovingly. Sandra could no longer wait her turn, and she too reached out a hand and began fondling Paula's other big breast. The two girls knew instinctively that pleasure must accompany the pain in order for Sandra's plan for Paula to succeed.

"Is that good, Paula baby girl. Do your udders feel good when Kathy and I play with them for you?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula whispered. Concentrating as hard as she could on keeping the churning water inside until Kathy told her she could evacuate herself.

Paula sat there on the toilet, bloated with warm, soapy water, totally unable to move for fear of losing her load while the two girls continued to play with her breasts and then her vulva as well. Occasionally, their hands would touch along Paula's cleavage as they roamed around her breasts or brush against each other between her smooth legs. Then the girls would smile, and maybe kiss for a second or two, before continuing their nasty little games. Sharing Paula's misery became their objective. The more miserable they could make the woman, the closer they would become.

"Three minutes to go, Mommy girl."

Kathy stopped fondling and began pinching a nipple. Almost immediately, Sandra did likewise. This was so much fun.

Paula whined piteously as the two girls tweaked and pinched, twisted and pulled on her sensitive nipples. But, despite the distractions caused by her fiendish tormentors, she just couldn't allow herself to let the water out until Kathy allowed her to do so.

As the irritation and pain of this breast torture increased, so did the volume of Paula's pitiful whimpers.

"One minute to go, you nasty Mommy slut, you."

Now Kathy and Sandra were tweezing Paula's nipples and her fully erected clitoris as hard as they could in an effort to break her concentration and make her lose her load. Paula, in total distress, hung on; endured the cramps and the pinching as best she could and waited desperately for the time to be up.

Finally in exasperation Kathy and Sandra stopped pinching and took their tormenting hands away. The five minutes were well past up by then, but Kathy made her mother hold her load another thirty seconds just for good measure.

"OK Mommy girl, you can let go now."

Paula needed no further permission. She relaxed her little butt hole and a torrent of water rushed out of her.

As the cramps and pressure died away, Paula cried out in blessed relief. Kathy took the opportunity to slide two, then three of her exploring fingers deep into her mom's spasming vagina. Never miss an opportunity to combine the pleasure with the pain. Kathy was learning.

As the last of the water was leaving Paula's body, Kathy began to move her hand fast, in and out of her mom's slit.

"Is it good, Mommy girl. Are you gonna cum cum for me, baby."

"Yes, Kathy honey. It's soooooooo gooooood."

It was as if a light switch had been turned on. Paula began to feel an orgasm building up in her loins, a very powerful one.

"Are you getting ready to cum cum, Mommy girl?"

"Oh yessss, Kathy. Oh yes."

Kathy watched her mother's face contort in a mask of lust and she smiled broadly. Even at fifteen, Kathy already knew about the connection between sexual pain and sexual pleasure. Her sex games with Bud had taught her well. She knew she was reinforcing that connection in her mother right then. Like Sandra, Kathy knew instinctively that the more she could associate sexual pleasure with sexual pain in her mother's mind and both, the greater hold she would have over her.

Sandra looked on in pleased silence as Kathy indoctrinated her mother in the joys of pleasure pain. In all her years of sexual dominance, she had never had such an apt pupil. Kathy was a natural in the instincts of domination. Between the two of them, they were going to drive Paula nearly insane with submissive lust over the next week. And when they were through with her, the woman would have no desire in this world other than to serve them absolutely.

Paula began to pant hard as her orgasm approached. Just a little bit more, a little bit more, please, oh please.

But Kathy knew all the warning signs and she stopped her hand movements and withdrew her fingers well before her mother would have gone over the edge.

"Bad Mommy girl. Bad, bad. Trying to get your own daughter to make you cum cum. Nasty, nasty Mommy girl."

Suddenly deprived of her release, Paula cried out loudly.

"Ohhhhh Kathy, honey. Why did you stop. I was almost there, baby. Please finish me off, please honey."

"Not a chance, Mommy girl. I've got plans for you that don't involve your getting off, at least not until I want you too. You're such a sick little pervo Mommy girl that I expect anything I do to you will make you horny enough to get off. So don't worry about it."

Paula slowly sank back on the toilet seat, once again forced to recognize the fact that control of her own sexuality was no longer hers.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Twelve:

"Sandra," Kathy looked over at her newfound friend and mentor, "Mommy girl keeps her clothespins in a drawstring bag on top of the washing machine. Be a dear and get them for me. It's time I think for the next fantasy. Oh yes, and there is a package of bungee cords on the shelf above. Could you bring those too, honey."

"Sure Kathy. I'd be more than happy to."

Sandra literally ran down the hall and into the utility room where the toys Kathy wanted to use on her mother were kept.

The seventeen year old was back in a flash with the bag of clothespins and the package of bungee cords.

"Let's all go into Mom's bedroom where we can be more comfortable."

Kathy led the way, Paula followed meekly behind, and Sandra brought up the rear; goosing her little teacher slave from time to time and giggling to herself as the older woman jumped and twitched.

Kathy was standing by her mother's queen size bed when Paula and Sandra came in. She patted the bed and her mother came obediently over and sat down on it facing her standing fifteen year old. Then Kathy pulled the dresser stool over to the bed and sat down on it. This brought her face to face with her seated mother.

"Lift up your left udder, Mommy girl, and offer it to me for the punishment you know you deserve," Kathy ordered in a strong, commanding voice.

Paula shrank back from her daughter's insistent demand, fearful of the use to which Kathy would put the clothespins and bungee cords.

"Please honey, I don't want to ."

"Who cares what you want, Mommiebitch. I said lift up your left udder so I can get at it. DO IT NOW."

Paula slowly placed her trembling left hand under her tender breastflesh and lifted her big boob up for her daughter to torment.

"That's a good little Mommieslut. You're really going to like what I do to those knockers of yours. NOT."

Kathy reached into the bag of clothespins and brought one out. They were the brightly colored plastic kind with durable tight little metal springs that could stand up to any kind of a stiff wind."

Kathy squeezed the clothespin open and placed its mouth around her mother's left nipple. She released the clothespin, and it bit cruelly into Paula's sensitive areoleflesh."

The stricken teacher sucked in her breath at the intensity of the pain and bit her lower lip in agony. But she didn't move her offered breast away.

"Very good, Mommy girl. This is so fun playing with my Mommy girl's big boobs like this. Does that bad old clothespin hurt good, baby."

Kathy stroked her mother's hair as she tinkered with the clothespin mashing Paula's sensitive nipple between its serrated jaws.

Paula could barely speak because of the sharpness of the pain. But she knew that Kathy expected a reply to her taunting question.

"Yessss, Kathy. It hurts good."

"Do you want me to put a bad old clothespin on your other nipnip so you'll be balanced."

Paula did not want to add to her already nearly unbearable pain, but her devilish daughter offered her no alternative.

"Yesssss, Kathy."

Kathy smiled broadly and placed another clothespin on her mother's right nipple as well. Paula could not keep from squealing in pain as the second clothespin bit brutally into her sensitive areole. In response to her suffering, her daughter, once again, stroked her hair lovingly and whisperlickeded sweet nothings into her ear.

Kathy told her mother how much she loved her and what a good little Mommieslut she was. And despite the pain and humiliation, Paula reacted to her daughter's seductive words by accepting what Kathy was inflicting upon her as only right and proper to their new relationship. So long as her daughter continued to love her, the cruelties Paula had to endure were only what she deserved.

As the stinging hurt spread outward from her nipples, Paula's breasts began to throb with a nauseating anguish. Paula wished that the pain would go away, but she knew that she must keep enduring the suffering if that was what Kathy wanted her to do.

"Does it hurt, Mommy girl," Kathy asked with a sly smile on her face.

"Yessssssssss. It hurts. Please. please take them off me, please Kathy. I don't want to hurt any more. Please honey."

"But Mommy girl, I want you to hurt some more. Don't you want me to be happy, hmmmmm."

Paula understood what was expected of her.

"Yes, Kathy. I want you to be happy."

"And don't you feel all humiliated and degraded sitting here on your own bed, bare naked with clothespins on your nipples right in front of your own daughter and one of the student from your class, Mommy girl."

"Yes, Kathy. I'm so humiliated. But please take the clothespins off, please."

Paula was crying again.

"They hurt me real badly. Please honey, take them off for Mommy."

but instead of removing the clothespins, Kathy reached out her fingers and began tugging on them gently.

"Ohhhhhh, Noooo. Stop. Please, please stop," Paula moaned in agony, her nipples all on fire.

"No, Mommy girl. I don't want to stop. I want you to hurt."

Kathy reached out with both hands and eagerly twisted the nipple biting clothespins in opposite directions, first away from each other then back toward each other.

"Ahhhhhhhh." Paula screamed as fiery pain exploded in her breasts.

"Check her puss puss, Kathy," Sandra suggested from across the room. "I bet she's dripping like a faucet."

"Good idea, Sandra," Kathy said as she ran her hand up her mother's thigh.

"Spread your leggypoos, Mommy girl, so I can see if you're wet."

Paula did as she was told, and Kathy used her fingers to open up her mother's sex.

"Yeah, Sandra," Kathy giggled as she ran her fingers along the slit. "She's soppy and sticky."

"Mommy girl, you are such a little horndog; getting off on having your nipples clothespinned by me. Nasty Mommy girl."

"I bet I know what will make them feel even better," Kathy said in a mocksoothing voice. "Does little Mommy girl want her babykins to kiss her little nipnips and make them all better, Hmmmmmmm."

So saying, Kathy slid her index finger all the way into her mom's secretion soaked slit.

"Wow Mommy, you certainly do get off on the pain, don't you. Here, lick my finger clean of all your nasty old puss puss wet you horny little Mommieslut, you."

Paula closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and licked her own secretions from the finger of her daughter.

"Well, do you want me to kiss your nips or not, Mommy girl."

"Yes, Kathy, honey. Please kiss Mommy's nipples and make them all better," Paula hissed as the burning pain spread out across her chest.

Kathy leaned over and pulled one clothespin until it snapped off.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," cried Paula as the blood rushed into her abraded nipple.

As Paula squealed in hot agony, Kathy leaned over and began sucking the fiery red nipple.

"Oh Kathy, It hurts, it huuuuuurrrrrrrrts."

Kathy bit down hard on the nipple and pulled her head away from her mother's chest. At the same time she jammed two demanding fingers back into her mother's dripping vagina.

"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii." Paula wailed as daggers of pain knifed into her big breast.

Kathy took her free hand and mauled her mother's breast while she continued to bite down hard on her nipple.

Paula screamed and screamed while Sandra stood in the middle of her teacher's bedroom and laughed out loud, clapping her hands together in girlish delight at seeing so much pure sexual pain being inflicted upon Paula by her own daughter.

Still not satisfied, Kathy took the entire areole into her mouth and began biting; not hard enough to break the skin, but certainly hard enough to hurt a great deal.

Paula cried out and attempted to push her daughter's head away from her tortured breast in self defense. This only made Kathy bite down harder.

"Pleeeeease, Kathy honey. Please stop."

"Do you want me to make her stop, Paula baby girl," Sandra asked her teacher slave.

"Yeeeesssss, Mistress Sandra. Please make her stop."

"Will you suck on your own nipple if I make her stop."

"Yeeeessssss, Mistress Sandra. I'll suck it; I'll suck it."

"Kathy dear, please stop chewing on your Mommy's tit. She wants to suck on it herself for us."

Kathy reluctantly spit out her mother's breast. As an afterthought, the fifteen year old cruelly pulled on the other clothespin until it snapped off her mother's nipple.

"That's what you get for being greedy, Mommy girl," Kathy said to her mother as she pulled her head away from her mom's chest. She continued to jab her long fingers into Paula's soppy slit; her thumb making little circles around her mother's erected clitoris.

Despite the sudden sharp distress caused by having the second clothespin snatched off her breast, Paula willed herself to obey her Mistress quickly. Before Sandra could change her mind, Paula put her trembling hand under her big breast, pushed it up to her lips, and began hungrily sucking on her own nipple. She tasted her daughter's saliva, and this brought on a little erotic shiver.

Paula began thrusting her hips forward to meet Kathy's insistent jabs. And as the pain in her chest subsided, the craving in her loins increased.

Click, Click.

Sandra was recording Paula's humiliating display with the digital camera.

After Sandra had gotten some really salacious shots, she ordered Paula to repeat the process with her other breast.

Paula quickly obliged.

"Smile, Paula baby girl."

Click, click.

As she was sucking herself, Paula felt a slow trickle of lubrication between her legs. She was really turning on because her Mistress was making her suck her own breasts in front of her daughter, and taking pictures to prove it.

"Mommy's getting my fingers wet, Mommy's getting my fingers wet."

Kathy continued to diddle her mom while Sandra snapped away.

When the seventeen year old finally got bored watching Paula suck her own tits, she ordered the teacher to stop. Then Kathy began to lick and nibble her mom's mummeries once again. Her fingers, now three of them, continued to explore deep into her mother's spasming vagina. She could feel the rubbery hemisphere of cervix Paula's with her fingertips

"Oh, I really do like fingerfucking my slutty little Mommy girl. It's so sick."

As Kathy continued her mock breastfeeding, her mother sat there as motionless as she could; breathing in short gasps, feeling a growing wetness exude from her felt up crotch.

Then Kathy got bored with just sucking and licking, and began really biting down on Paula's ultra-sensitive titflesh. Paula began squealing and crying again, but she didn't dare move away. Her slit dripped constantly now on Kathy's three long fingers.

For about ten minutes more Kathy indulged in her game of titchewing, and her mother obliged her by squealing almost incessantly. As a result, by the time she got through, Kathy's own little pudendum was soaked in puss puss wet.

When Kathy had finally had enough of torturing her mother, she uncerimoniously spat out Paula's breast, removed her sticky fingers from their lodgement , and sat back on her stool to admire her handiwork.

Paula sat there on her bed whining and groaning as she rocked back and forth, her arms now crossed protectively over her anguished breasts. Her nipples and her areola were dark red and swollen, tormented beyond words by her fifteen year old daughter's biting. Her pussy gaped wide open. The coral colered outer lips were irritated and puffy. Little droplets of viscus moisture covered her entire genitalia. Her clitoris stood erect. In a word, she was thoroughly sexed up.

Kathy looked down at her mother's vulnerable crotch.

"Mommy girl, you made a mess." Kathy pointed at the down comforter upon that Paula had been sitting. There, between her legs, was a shiny wet spot of cyprienne lubrication.

"Mommy girl, you better clean that up right now."

Paula looked down at the little puddle she had made, then slowly rose to her feet to retrieve a towel from the bathroom.

"No silly willy," Sandra said from the middle of the bedroom, "You havt to lick it up with your little Paula baby girl tongue."

Paula immediately fell to her hands and knees beside her bed and licked up her own sticky, musky secretions off the comforter just like a hungry kittycat licks a saucer of milk.

When the comforter was absolutely clean, Paula stood back up to await events.

"What's next, Kath."

"Well I think that its unfair that we have spent so much time on Mommy girl's nips and have totally neglected her big breastieudders. That's where the bungee cords come in."

Kathy stood up off her stool and walked over to where Sandra was standing.

Sandra grinned broadly. "Can I help."

"Sure, this is a two girl gig. OK. Come over here in the middle of the room Mommy girl."

Paula slowly came to stand beside her daughter in the middle of her bedroom, tears of dread already streaming down her face.

"Please, honey. Don't hurt me any more tonight. Please, Kathy. Don't"

"But I want to, Mommy girl," Kathy said. "You should know by now that I just love to make my Mommy girl squeal just like the little piggyslut she is. The more pain, the more piggysqueals."

"Now raise your arms way over your head like a good little sluttymommiegirl so Sandra and I can get at those big old floppy titties of yours. And don't put your arms down for any reason until we tell you."

Without any further pleas for mercy, Paula did as bidden.

"You better stand perfectly still now, Mommy girl, while Sandra and I play around with your big old titties. You just don't know how long I've waited to get my hands on your tits, Mommy."

Paula stood silently as her daughter roved her exploring hands all around her sensitive breastflesh.

"God, Sandra. This is such a turn on; playing with my Mommy's tits while she just stands there and lets me do it to her. She's such a mommieslut."

Sandra smiled and nodded in understanding.

"Here Sandra," Kathy handed her mentor a small, thick bungee cord out of the package. Then she extracted another one for herself.

"Now remember Mommy girl, you better stand perfectly still while we play with you. Or else, I'll get the paddle after these udders of yours and we can really listen to you squeal."

Paula nodded her head quickly to let her daughter know that she had understood the threat.

Kathy extended her bungee cord under Paula's left breast and hooked it together right next to her cleavage. Sandra did the same to the right breast. When they were finished, Paula looked just like she had two pale party balloons attached to her chest.

As the free flow of blood into her breasts was restricted by the tight bungee cords, Paula's breasts began to swell. Then they began to throb with pain and turn colors; first a kind of pale rose, then an angry red, then a deep purple. Paula began to moan and writhe a little from the growing pain she was feeling.

Sandra and Kathy pawed Paula's distended breasts and exposed underarms. They put their groping hands all over her; fondling, pinching, squeezing, tweezing; while their submissive victim just stood there and endured it. Occasionally, when one or the other girl did something that truly hurt, Paula would reward them with a high pitched squeal.

"Lets see how the Paula baby girl pussy juice factory is doing," Sandra chuckled as she slid her index finger up into her teacher's vagina. Not surprisingly, Paula's slit was beginning to get all squishy again.

"In all my years of playing with little submissive womansluts like you, I have never seen one so turned on by pain. Paula baby girl, you have to be about the sickest little horndog I've ever known."

"Yeah, Mommy girl. If I'd known what a bad little nastygirl you were, I'd have been playing sexgames with you long before this. But we can still make up for lost time, can't we, Mommy girl."

Paula nodded her head in certain resignation that, from now on, she was truly the owned plaything of her daughter as well as her young Mistress.

Paula moaned loudly and nodded her head again and again in lewd admission of her subservience as her tormented breasts began to really pain her.

"Lift one of those balloonie titties of yours up to your slutmommiemouth and suck on it for us, Paula baby girl."

Paula immediately obliged, thereby placing extra strain on the bungee cord that was so tightly knotted around the base of her swollen breast. The submissive teacher really didn't notice the extra pain, so busy was she at the salacious task of sucking her own turged nipple into her hungry mouth as Kathy and Sandra looked on and applauded her sluttysick show or submission.

"Now the other one, Paula baby girl."

Paula complied immediately.

"Paula baby girl, you're not sucking on that nipnip of yours nearly hard enough to suit me. Where's my paddle." Sandra asked Kathy.

"In the living room; I'll go and get it for you right now, honey."

Paula, hearing her Mistress threaten her with the paddle, redoubled her titsucking, but to no avail. Sandra was in a mood to hear some teachersquealing, and nothing was going to get in her way that evening.

Kathy ran back with the paddleball paddle and gleefully handed it over to Sandra.

"OK Paula baby girl, spit out that nipple. I don't want you to get hit in the face by this paddle when we start swinging."

Paula reluctantly did as she was told.

"Now, Paula," Sandra said in her sweetest, sexiest voice. "You know you want to make your Mistress happy, don't you, girl."

Paula shuddered/

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, it would make me very happy if my little Paulagirl would ask me pretty please to swat her ballonietitties for her with this paddle until she squealed just like a little piggyslut."

Sandra punctuated her words by lancing two of her fingers in and out of her teacher's drippy slit.

"You know you want it, don't you, nastygirl."

Paula shook her head 'no,' but her oozing quim told Sandra the truth for her.

"Come on, baby girl. Ask me nice. Ask Mistress Sandra to swat your bad old udders for you."

Paula fought to hold back the words, but her craving for erotic attention won out.

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Please swat my udders with your paddle for me. Please."

Sandra smiled her sweetest smile.

"That's my good little Paulababygirlslut."

"My turn!" Sandra cheered as she swung the paddle away from Paula's constricted breasts, then brought it around with a solid SMACK.

"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Paula almost passed out from the intense suffering caused by Sandra's viscous paddleswat, but somehow kept enough control of herself to remain standing.

SMACK.

Sandra struck the other tender breast a truly malicious blow with the sharp edge of the little wooden paddle.

Paula, unable to hold back the high pitched squeal of agony that escaped her lips, fell to the bedroom floor and rolled around, screaming her lungs out.

"Get up, Paulacow. You get up right this minute or I'll spank your little teachertush so hard you will have to finish the school year on your feet."

Paula wriggled around on the floor, totally absorbed in her agony, until Sandra touched her butt up for her a little with the paddle. Then the forlorn teacher slowly stood, her arms covering her chest protectively.

"Put those cow arms of yours at your sides, Paulabitch. Right now."

Paula immediately obeyed as her whole body trembled in fear and pain.

SMACK, SMACK.

Paula doubled over, wracked by the sheerest pain she had ever felt, her head almost touching the floor. She screamed hoarsely into her own ankles as the paroxysm of agony washed over her.

"Straighten up right this minute you big babyslut. Right this minute, do you hear me."

Paula straightened up slowly.

Sandra reachedout her hand and softly petted Paula's abused breast.

"Do you still love your Mistress, Paula baby girl. Well, do you."

Paula cried big tears of pain and humiliation.

"Well, Paula. Do you still love me."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula sobbed. "I love you so much. I need you. Please don't ever let me go."

"That's my good little baby girl," Sandra said quietly as she ran her long fingers comfortingly through her weeping teacher's hair.

Sandra looked over at Kathy.

"She knows she wants it, don't you babyslut."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I know I want it."

"Think it's time for another cord, Sandra," Kathy wanted to know.

"Sure, your Mommy girl has already proven to us that the more pain she has to feel, the better she likes it."

Sandra's insistent fingers had found her teacher's drooling slit once again, and it was now very, very wet.

Paula was ashamed that Sandra could feel how wet the tittorture was making her. But there was no denying that it was.

Kathy attached another tight bungee cord to Paula's left breast, then she retrieved one more from the bag and hooked it around the right one.

Now the flow of blood was almost completely cut off from Paula's breasts as the tight, constricting bungee cords bit terribly into her tender breastflesh.

Paula's moans and little squeals grew ever louder and more high pitched as she rocked back and forth in front of her tormentors. She sounded more and more just like a small, scared, trapped animal that knew its time was short.

Sandra moved her fingers all around inside Paula's spasming vagina and they were immediately soaked in hot cyprienne fluid secretions.

Sandra reached her head over to Paula's ear and began whispering her demonic litany. "Pleasure and pain, Paula. Pleasure and pain. That's how this works, baby girl. I won't let you have one without the other. You know it's true, Paula. If you want to experience the pleasure, you must surrender to the pain we inflict on you."

Then, as Paula was really starting to get off on the probing fingers inside her, Sandra took up the paddle again and administered two more stinging blows to Paula's throbbing breasts.

SPLAT, SPLAT.

The tormented teacher squalled like a baby and fell back on the bedroom floor.

"How about one more cord for the road, Sandra."

"Why not."

"Get your flabby ass up off that floor so Kathy and I can give you one more decoration for those cow udders of yours, Paula baby girl."

Slowly, Paula forced her tormented body to obey and get back up to assume the position.

The third set of bungee cords was attached to Paula's dark purple colored breastballoons. Then Kathy pulled her most recently added cord up almost even with Paula's chin and then let it snap sharply back down on her mother's tortured left breast.

Paula screeched out like a stuck pig as the pure hellish agony took possession of her body and mind, and fell to the bedroom floor, writhing and wriggling in a combination of pain and ecstasy. Her bladder control let go and a dribble of golden nectar escaped to drip down her leg.

Paula rocked back and forth all scrunched up into a naked pain racked ball on the floor. She made incoherent little mewling noises deep in her throat and drooled out of the corner of her mouth.

"Think she's had enough."

"I don't think so, how about you."

"Nahh."

"Lets spank her butt," Kathy suggested lewdly. "I like the feel of her squishy asscheeks when I smack them."

"Sounds like a winner," Sandra readily agreed.

Both girls sat on the bedroom floor beside their mewling victim and began to slap her buttocks; not too hard, but just enough to sting.

Paula tried instinctively to roll away from the stinging hands, but that only made Sandra and Kathy more frustrated and their slaps harder. Then they took turns with the paddleball paddle and wore her defenseless bootie out with it.

Paula screeched and screeched, far beyond any coherent thought. Sandra and Kathy had driven the older woman almost mad. She had finally regressed to the primal level of her being in reaction to the pain. Sandra and Kathy watched Paula lose it big time as they continued to slap and paddle her big squishy butt.

Paula was definitely fading from consciousness when Sandra and Kathy finally stopped spanking her and reached over and unhooked the tight and tormenting bungee cords.

Suddenly the blood flow that had been so thoroughly restricted as to turn Paula's breasts almost black was now released with predictable results.

Paula went screaming over the edge of consciousness and passed out completely.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Thirteen:

"Congratulations Kathy," Sandra St. George crowed at her partner in domination. You just put your Mommy girl to sleep. That's really fucking with her. You messed her up good, girl."

Kathy prodded her unconscious mother with her foot and got no response whatsoever.

"Yeah I did, didn't I. Way Kewl."

"What next."

Kathy leaned over and whisperlicked something into Sandra's ear. "That's really sick Kathy. Are you sure you really want to do that to your own mother."

"Sure I'm sure. Can I, please. Please."

"OK, sure, but this is something I definitely want to watch," Sandra purred as she licked her approval down the fifteen year old's long slender neck

When Paula finally regained consciousness about twenty minutes later, she found her Mistress and her daughter sitting cross legged in front of her, totally naked. They were making out and necking hotly, kissing and exploring each other's torrid bodies with hungry hands.

"Kathy honey, what's happening."

"Well Mommy girl," Kathy came up for air. "We just couldn't wait for you all night, so Sandra and I were making out and getting off on each other."

"But now that you're back among the living, Paula baby girl," Sandra said as she played with Kathy's sweet tits, "we can play with you some more, right."

Paula looked down at her distended nipples and bruised breasts, her stickywet vagina and her lewdly splayed legs. Awareness of her condition was soon replaced in Paula's mind with a renewed craving for sexual attention from her young Mistress and daughter.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Then, how about a little snack, Mommy." Kathy asked matter of factly.

"What kind of a snack, Kathy honey." Paula asked with apprehension in her voice.

"Any damn kind of snack I say, Mommy girl." Kathy screamed in her mother's face. "Is that OK with you, Mommieslut."

"Yes Kathy," Paula acceded to her daughter right away, fearful that any semblance of resistance to Kathy's desires would lead to even greater punishment than she had already endured.

"I'm ready for any kind of snack you want to give me, honey."

"Finally, the right answer."

Kathy slowly rolled over on her tummy and raised her cute little bubblebutt into the air. She nestled her head on her crossed arms and then turned her face coyly toward her mother and said, "Does this give you any ideas about the kind of snack I mean, Mommy girl."

Paula shuddered as a sick understanding came flooding into her brain. In her present position, there was only one kind of snack Kathy could have in mind for her mother.

To emphasize the point, Kathy wiggled her sexy young butt invitingly at her mom. "Here it is, Mommy girl. Come and get it right away, while it's still warm."

Paula needed no further encouragement than the salaciously stimulating sight of her daughter's sexy tush to draw her down into the maelstrom of submissiveness. She leaned over Kathy's raised backside, reached out her hands, and slowly pulled Kathy's soft, succulent butt cheeks away from the moist, dark crack, revealing the puckered little pink hole to her hungry gaze.

Kathy stretched languidly, grunted softly in assent to her mother's ministrations, and thrust her butt back into her mom's face.

"That's right, Mommy girl. Do you want your snack now."

"Yes, Kathy. I want my snack now. Please, can I have it, please."

"Sure, Mommy girl. Get your face in there and get it."

Kathy suited her actions to her words and strained her hips back to meet her mother's descending mouth. Paula stuck out her long, pink tongue and moved her face forward into the moist pungent cleft, toughing all around, then right up against the tight sphincter with the very tip.

"Gooooooood little Mommy girl. She really wants her snack, doesn't she." Kathy encouraged. "Keep at it. Lick me real good back there and maybe I'll give you a real tasty snack."

Paula licked daintily around her fifteen year old's little fundament, tasting her musk and butt." Round and round Paula's tongue made tiny little sexy circles against the puckered flesh. Warm languid waves of sensuous pleasure washed over Kathy as her mother lapped at her pucker. She started to relax the tightly clenched muscle.

The little rosette began to open little by little as Paula licked and licked. Then Kathy strained back against her mother's tongue just as if she were trying to relieve herself.

The crinkled rosebud opened wider still.

"Now really get after it, Mommy girl." Kathy said in a lethargic, far away voice. "You know you want to."

And it was true. even after, or perhaps because of, all the pain, humiliation, and suffering her daughter had caused her this evening, there was nothing in this whole world that Paula Beale, mother and respected school teacher, wanted to do than to eat out her young daughter's asshole.

Her little pink tongue slipped slowly and carefully through the puckered opening. The sphincter ring closed down on her invading tongue for a second, then relaxed again, admitting even more of her assaulting fleshprobe.

Paula's vagina was once more dripping a continuous flow of cyprienne fluid, and her vaginal walls were making happy little spasming movements, clenching and unclenching.

Mother and daughter were joined in a salacious kiss as Paula continued to probe.

Deeper and deeper Paula's tongue invaded her daughter's tight little hole. The tiny rosette expanded slowly to accommodate more and more of Kathy's mom's titillating tongue. Paula began to savor an astringent, not unpleasant taste that she knew could be nothing else but Kathy's ass.

The fifteen year old continued to strain against her mother's darting tongue, her own little slit spasming from Paula's erotic attention. For mother and daughter, this was pure bliss.

Paula suddenly felt and tasted a soft little ball of something or other lodged in her daughter's fundament. As recognition dawned, Paula's vagina gushed a tiny spurt of secretions. This was just too sick.

Paula slowly made a little trough of her tongue inside her daughter's butthole and the soft little ball of something or other slowly was coaxed to roll up onto the tip. When it was resting fully on the tip of Paula's tongue, she curled it up to the roof of her mouth. Now the soft little ball of something or other was completely on her tongue. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pulled her head back and slid her tongue out of her daughter's fundament. Then she sat up with the soft little ball of something or other inside her mouth, resting on her tongue.

"Lets see what you got for a snack, Mommy girl," Kathy shifted position and raised up on one elbow. "Open your mouth and let me see what you took out of me."

Paula obeyed, sticking her long pink tongue out so Kathy and Sandra could see just what she had removed from Kathy's ass.

"Very good, Mommy girl. Very very good; you nasty little slutmommie, you."

"Now swallow it whole like the good little slut you are."

Paula's throat muscles constructed at the thought of what she had been ordered to do, but she fought down her desire to spit it out and swallowed it instead.

"Good snack. Right, Mommy girl."

"Yes Kathy, it was a very good snack."

"Well, in a few days, I'll let you have a whole meal."

"Now, do you want your drink."

"Yes, Kathy. I would like my drink now, please."

Kathy slowly got up off the floor and sat on the side of her mom's bed. She looked over at Sandra who smiled encouragingly. Paula's daughter then spread her long white legs and patted her crotch.

"Come here, Mommy girl and get your drink."

Paula scrunched across the floor on her bare butt until she was seated right between her fifteen year old's spread thighs, her own legs slid under her bed. She leaned into Kathy's muff and began to lick up and down her labia. Kathy's little vagina responded to her mother's tongue by dripping cyprienne fluid secretions onto it. The young teen's breathing was now coming in little panting moans, and Paula's mouth was being treated to a most wonderful taste of daughterpussyjuice.

Paula puckered her lips around the little strip of mucus membrane between her daughter's clit and the very top of her vagina, and then she waited patiently for her drink to arrive.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Kathy moaned as Paula flicked her tongue back and forth along that little strip of flesh. "Oh Mommy girl, you do me so gooooooooooooood."

On and on the tonguing went. Kathy wriggling against her mother's tongue and Paula waiting patiently for her drink."

Kathy let the pressure build up in her bladder. She knew what was coming, but she wanted those pure lustful sensations she was feeling now to last just as long as they possibly could.

Paula let her mind focus on her deepest inner feelings as she kept licking that little strip of girlflesh. She felt more turned on and at the same time more degraded and sick than she had ever felt before in her entire life. It was difficult for her to comprehend that here she was, in her own bedroom, licking her own fifteen year old daughter's slit and waiting patiently for her hot golden drink. And loving every minute of it to distraction.

Kathy moaned softly as the hot, stinging pressure built in her urethra. She couldn't hold out much longer. Her hips bucked just a little bit, and Paula slavishly moved her head to accommodate her wriggling daughter. Both women knew that it was almost time.

Then Kathy just couldn't hold back any more. She hunched her vagina hard against her mother's face and let the scalding flow begin. Paula puffed out her cheeks in anticipation of the volume of hot, stinging, astringent daughterwater that she knew was now hers to drink down. The first slow hot trickle became a sudden torrent. Paula pressed her face tightly into Kathy's vagina and gulped down the acrid spray as fast as she could. She didn't want to squander a single drop.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm."

Kathy was in paradise, and so was her mother.

Gush after gush of pungent girl piss surged out of Kathy's peehole and into her mother's mouth and down her throat. Kathy tasted caustic and hot. Paula approved of the flavor wholeheartedly and wanted even more. As a matter of fact, she allowed herself a little inward smile of motherly pride and satisfaction. Her little girl's pee tasted delicious. Wasn't that great, since she had a feeling that she would be drinking down a lot of it over the next few days.

"Oh Mommieeeeeeeee." Kathy moaned as the flow began to subside. "Is it good, baby girl."

"Uhhhhhhhhh Huuuuuuhhhhhhhh." Paula grunted, not willing to form her mouth up into words for fear of losing a drop of her daughter's golden nectar.

"Look at her go." giggled Sandra, her own face inches away from Paula's, watching her gulp her daughter. "You just have to be the mother of all slutpuppies, Paula baby girl."

"I guess she is the mother of all slutpuppies," Kathy quipped as she finished pissing. "Lick me clean down there, Mommy girl. No little dribbles, please."

Paula licked and licked, hoping against hope to squeeze out just a little more.

Then, when there was no more Kathypee to get, Paula raised back up, a broad, contented smile on her happy face.

"Hey Paula baby girl," Sandra broke the euphoric spell. "You made a mess again, young lady."

Paula looked down at an even bigger wet spot on the wood floor than the one she had made on the coverlet earlier.

Without being told to, she leaned over and contentedly licked up her own secretions until every last drop was gone. Then, tired beyond belief, Paula fell over on the floor and went right to peaceful slumber, totally contented and satiated.

Night-night, Paula baby girl," Sandra laughed softly. "You've had a busy day.

"Yeah, Mommy girl. Get some rest. You'll need it tomorrow."

Sandra and Kathy happily crawled into Paula's queensize bed, pulled the coverlet over themselves, and kissed an exhausted good night. Soon they were fast asleep, cuddled warmly in each other's arms.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Fourteen:

Sandra woke Paula up early Saturday morning by reaching down from her teacher slave's bed to where her subby teacher slave lay on the floor and slapping her sharply on her fleshy butt.

"Wake up, Paula baby girl. Time for walkees."

Paula didn't want to go walkees, but she did have a desperate need to urinate, and so she really had no choice in the matter since Sandra was most certainly not going to permit her to pee inside in the toilet.

"Go get your leash. Get your leash and being it to me like a good little slutdoggee."

Kathy had waked up by this time and lay beside Sandra giggling as her seventeen year old friend taunted her mother.

Paula slowly raised up and attempted to gain her feet, only to be slapped hard on the rump by her Mistress.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Pauladuh, slutdoggies like YOU walk on FOUR feet. Now get that leash and bring it to me... in your mouth."

Paula got on her hands and toes with her big round butt stuck way up in the air and went in search of her leash, her pendulous breasts swaying enticingly as she moved along.

Sandra and Kathy giggled like little girls at the sight of this grown woman submissively gallumpfing down the hall, bare naked on her hands and feet.

"Pets are so hard to train, aren't they, Sandra."

"Yes they are, Kath," Sandra smiled as she licked the very tip of the fifteen year old's nose. "But when I get through with her, your Mommy will be a totally obedient little bitchpuppy."

"I don't doubt it for a second." Kathy languidly reached under the comforter and slid her inquiring fingers down Sandra's flat tummy past her sexy little bellybutton to her crotch and began lightly frigging her young mentor's clitoris.

"Can I play with Mommy again today." Kathy asked sweetly, wheedling Sandra as she played with her lover's moist vulva.

"Well, I thought I would take my turn today, sweetie. But if I get tired of messing with her later on, you can have her." Sandra said as she placed her own fingers on top of Kathy's, guiding her wanton movements.

Seeing the disappointment in Kathy's eyes at not being allowed to play with her momtoy, Sandra said. "You can watch me play with her, and help me. How about that."

"Way kewl." giggled Kathy, feeling the moistness that her frigging had elicited from her new friend.

Just then, Paula returned with her dog leash in her mouth.

"Walkees. Walkees." Sandra said like a happy owner of a frisky dog.

Paula nodded her head vigorously, really needing to pee.

Sandra reluctantly threw back the coverlet, got out of bed, and went over to Paula's dresser.

"Since I didn't bring any panties with me, I'm going to steal a pair of yours, Paula baby girl. You don't mind, do you."

"No, Mistress Sandra." Paula said around the leash in her mouth.

Sandra slipped into a pair of her teacher slave's white panties as Kathy watched from the bed, sensual hunger building in her loins at the sight of this beautiful seventeen year old body covered by nothing save a pair of thin panties.

Paula was agitatedly pacing on hands and feet back and forth across the bedroom floor in obvious distress.

"Well wait just a sec, Paula baby girl. I've got to pee and get dressed before I take you walkees. You're so impatient."

"Better hurry, Sandra," Kathy quipped from the bed. "She's going to pee on the floor if you don't get her outside soon."

"Well if she does, she'll lick it up. Won't she."

Sandra went into the bathroom and Kathy and Paula could hear her peeing. Then she went in the living room and retrieved her skirt, blouse, and sandals left there last evening.

Finally, she came back in the bedroom, dressed sufficiently to go outside.

"Bring me the leash, Paula baby girl."

Paula gallumpfed across the floor and lifted her head so her Mistress could take the dogleash out of her mouth.

"Good slutpuppy," Sandra praised her teacher slave and patted her head. She reached down, snapped the leash onto Paula's poodlecollar and pulled on the lead to make sure it was secure.

"Now we can go walkees."

Paula practically pulled Sandra out of the room in her desperate desire to get to the back door and out in the yard so she could do her business.

Sandra unlocked the back door and let her submissive teacher slave outside.

The cold morning air caused Paula's nipples to stiffen and crinkle as she gallumpfed to the middle of the back yard. There was no embarrassment at all as she squatted on the lawn and relieved herself. She didn't care whether any of her neighbors saw her or not. All that mattered was relieving herself. The golden stream gushed out of her little peehole and splattered on the dewy grass.

When she was finished, she remembered to wipe herself with the back of her hand.

"All better now puppy."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra... except...."

"Oh Pauladoggie, do you mean you want to go poo poo as well."

Paula could not say anything, but her flush of embarrassment told the tale.

"Well Paula baby girl I think we'll wait for some other time to make you go poo poo outside like a good little doggiewoggie; some other time when some of my friends can watch you and see just what a well-trained little slutdoggie I own. For right now, I'll let you go inside. How about that."

The relief in Paula's eyes at not having to defecate in her own back yard was immense.

"Oh thank you, Mistress Sandra, thank you so much."

"See Paulapuppy, I'm a reasonable Mistress. Well, lets get back inside. I'm getting cold."

Paula could see Sandra's cold hardened nipples pressing against her top. The hornyhungry teacher licked her lips and hoped.

Mistress and slave went back inside Paula's house together and Sandra closed and latched the back door.

"Let's go poo poo." Sandra said as she unsnapped Paula's leash from the collar. Paula stood up and practically ran to the bathroom. Sandra followed along behind.

By the time Sandra entered the bathroom, Paula was already seated on the toilet and straining to relieve herself. Sandra came in and stood beside her teacher, running her exploring hands all over Paula's big breasts while she did her business, nonchalantly pinching and tweaking her teacher's flushed flesh.

Paula was disconcerted to say the least at having her Mistress in the bathroom with her while she relieved herself, but she understood that she had forfeited any right to complain.

Sandra continued to sex her teacher up while the older woman did her duty. The seventeen year old's motives were clear. She wanted to continue and strengthen Paula's mental associations of sexual pleasure with strong doses of humiliation. Sandra did not want there to be one instance from now on when her sub got punished or humiliated without a corresponding amount of sexual stimulation. Since it had been evident to Sandra from the first time she saw her that Paula had a strong craving for kinky forms of submissive sexual excitement, she wanted to use that craving to force the older woman into an irretrievable addiction to pain and humiliation as well. Sandra keenly desired a ready and willing recipient for the suffering and degradation she so loved to inflict upon another person. And Paula was going to be that recipient.

"Are you going poo poo, Paula baby girl. Are you going good."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula whispered, totally embarrassed, but turning on just the same in response to Sandra's stimulating hand and her salacious words.

"I'm going poo poo good for Mistress Sandra."

"Good Paula baby girl. And I'm sure you will return the favor next time I have to go poo poo. Won't you, baby girl. I like being felt up by a sexy, subby woman like you when I relieve myself, too."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"And after I get through, I'm sure you will be more than willing to clean me up with the soft, pink tongueypoo of yours, won't you, baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Good girl. I can't wait."

When Paula had finally finished relieving herself and had wiped her little rosette, Sandra allowed her to get up and flush the toilet.

"All better, baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Does my little Paula baby girl still love her Mistress."

Paula looked up adoringly at her seventeen year old dom.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I love you so much."

Sandra toyed absentmindedly with her teacher's left nipple. Then she tweezed it sharply between thumb and forefinger.

"Do you still, Paula slut."

Paula sucked in her breath because of the pain, but did not pull away.

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra laughed heartily and finally let go he Paula's tender nipple.

"Good. Now, let's go see what Kathy's up to."

Kathy was sitting on the side of her mother's bed with her legs spread wide and with a look of hungry anticipation on her face.

"Before you start playing with Mommy this morning, can she have her treat." Kathy asked Sandra slyly, as she ran her fingers over her vulva.

"Sure. We've got time for a treat. Don't we, Paula baby girl."

Paula, who had been ordered by Sandra to resume her position on hands and feet, was so intoxicated with the sight of her fifteen year old daughter's long, sexy legs and tempting little puss puss that she forgot to answer her Mistress's question.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP ** Sandra struch her teacher slave hard across her springy butt cheeks, causing Paula to jerk forward.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula squealed. "I'm sorry."

Sandra let her hand fall softly on Paula's butt and squeezed her cheeks, one by one. Then her hand moved possessively along her teacher's flank and upper thigh. It was just heaven having a subby bitch to play with again after so long.

"That's ok, Paula baby girl. You'll pay for it later. Now go get your little treat for being such a good little doggiewoggie."

Paula moved across the floor and pushed her face right up against her daughter's groin.

"Such a good little doggeemommie," Kathy praised her mother as Paula began licking up and down her daughter's labia. "Such a nice little doggeemommie; such a well behaved little doggeemommie. She really wants her treat, doesn't she."

Paula thrilled to her daughter's perverse words of praise. She so desparately wanted to be a good doggeemommie, a well behaved doggeemommie, a submissive little doggeemommie slave to Kathy and Sandra. Her tongue darted out and began to lick between her daughter's clitoris and labia.

As Paula worked away at servicing her daughter, Kathy began to feel the insistant need of her full bladder. She put her thumbs and index fingers around her mother's earlobes and puller her tight into her crotch.

"Open wide Mommiepuppy and get your treat. Here it comes."

Paula moaned softly in anticipation, opened her mouth as wide as it could go, and waited for her golden treat. She did not have long to wait.

Suddenly Kathy gave out with a long, languid grunt and relaxed her urethral muscles. The hot gush of girlurine filled her mother's waiting mouth. Paula swallowed and swallowed again, desparately trying to keep ahead of the flow.

Even so, some of Kathy's hot pee dribbled out of her mother's mouth and onto her big breasts, where it left a raindrop trail down to her nipples.

On and on the hot necter flowed, until there was nothing left but a trickel.

Paula lapped assiduously at Kathy's peehole till she had gotten every drop.

"Mommy, you are such a good pussylicker and daughterpiss drinker. We should have been doing this for years."

Kneeling on her bedroom floor in front of her daughter's spread legs, Paula found that she was beside herself with sick satisfaction. She whimpered softly to herself as her vagina spasmed and a thin stream of cyprinne fluid moistened her outer lips.

Tears of purest submissive joy ran down her cheeks.

She had done well.

Her daughter had told her so.

Sandra allowed this scene to play itself completely out. She contentedly let her mind run over the events of the past twenty-four hours and she smiled. What a difference a day made.

Sandra walked across Paula's bedroom and sat down on the bed right beside Kathy. Their thighs and hips touched, which prompted a little mutual groping as the two young girls gor re-acquainted. This left Paula on the floor, all but forgotten until Jena finally remembered why she had sat down in the first place.

"My turn, Paula baby girl." Sandra giggled as she spread her legs so her teacher slave could get at her.

"I saved you a little treat."

Paula immediately shifted positions and placed her face right against her Mistress's crotch. As before, she licked up and down, then opened her expectant mouth to get her well deserved treat.

Sandra turned toward Kathy and said, "Let's neck while I give Paula baby girl her little treat."

"Great idea, Sandra."

The two girls kissed and explored each others upper bodies with groping hands while Sandra relaxed her urethral muscles. Her acrid, pungent flow filled Paula's mouth as her probing tongue filled Kathy's mouth. Sandra timed her spurts to conicide with the thrusts of her tongue. It felt so heavenly to be pissing into her slave's mouth and frenching her sexy little daughter all at the same time.

Sandra soon finished, and Paula lapped up every last drop without having been bidden to do so. Sandra finally removed her tongue from Kathy's mouth and sat back on the bed.

"Kathywathypoo," Sandra said in her silkiest voice. "It's my turn now to play with your mommiepoo."

"Yes Sandra. I know. But you did say you would let me watch. Can I still."

"Sure. You don't mind if Kathywathypoo watches me painplay with my little teachermomslut, do you Paula."

Paula's vagina contracted again in anticipation of what was to come.

"No Mistress Sandra. Are you really going to hurt me some more?"

"Yes. If you really want me to."

Paula lowered her head in submission to her Mistress's will.

"Well baby girl, do you really want me to hurt you some more."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"You can ask better than that, Mommy girl" Kathy chided her mother.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. Would you please, please hurt me some more. Please, please."

"Sure, Paula baby girl. Anything to make my teacher toy happy." Sandra gave a little triumphant laugh as she patted her teacher's butt affectionately. Things were coming along so well.

"I have so many sick, kinky things in store for you today, little teacher mine. So many 'interesting' things to look forward to. You'll be just so cuuuute doing whatever I tell you, won't you."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula said sheepishly, looking down.

Another spasm.

"She's a good little sexypoo, isn't she."

"Thank you, Mistress Sandra." Paula was ecstatic at being praised by her Mistress. She so wanted to be a good sex slave.

Sandra reached down, took a good hold on Paula's hair, and yanked savagely, bringing her teacher slave's eyes directly in contact with hers.

"Ok, sexypoo. Down to business." Sandra's own vagina had begun to spasm at the thought of all the sadistic, sick things she was going to do to her little sex toy.

"Lets all go in the living room and have some fun."

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Fifteen:

Sandra allowed Paula to walk to the livingroom on two legs. Paula gratefully stood up and began heading out the bedroom door. Sandra swatted her playfully on the bare butt.

"Wait for me." Kathy cried as she jumped out of bed.

"Hurry up and get dressed slowpoke, or you'll miss the fun."

Paula was standing expectantly in the middle of the living room when Sandra walked in. Once again she was brought up short by the realization of her good fortune at having Paula to play with; a fully grown woman, and her teacher at that. Such fun. Such very good fun, indeed.

Sandra stepped over to the mantle and retrieved the bag of clothespins. Then she walked back and stood beside her submissive teacher sex toy. she put the bag down on the coffee table after having retrieved two of the brightly colored plastic pins.

While one of Sandra's tantalizing hands slid possessively over, under, and around Paula's left breast, the other hand nonchalantly opened one of the clothespins and attached it slowly to Paula's hard pink nipple.

Paula whined and sucked in her breath through clenched teeth as the clothespin bit into her sensitive nippleflesh.

Sandra's sadistic grin was broad as she lewdly felt up her teacher's other breast then calmly attached another nipplepin. Paula whimpered quietly to herself as the excrutiating pain washed over her tormented breasts. Hot tears seeped from her eyes.

As the pain entensified, Paula began shivering and jerking her head from side to side.

"It hurts, Mistress Sandra, it hurrrrrrrrrts."

"Yes darling Paula baby girl. I know it hurts my little slaveyslut. But it hurts good, doesn't it, sweetie."

Paula could not keep herself from admitting that it did, in fact, hurt good.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. It hurts goooooood."

"You can stand it for a little while longer, can't you, dear. Especially if I want you to." Sandra's voice dripped with sarcasm as she stroked and caressed her slave's hair. She felt so cruel, and she felt so turned on by her cruelty.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I can stand it." Paula cried out as another wave of sharp pain engulfed her breasts.

"That's right, sweetie pie." Sandra said in a mock soothing voice as she wiped Paula's tears from her cheek with the back of her hand; thrilling to the texture of her teacher's skin. "Go ahead and cry all you want to. That's a good little girl."

Sandra grasped one of the clothespins and twisted it HARD against Paula's breast.

"Owwwwwww, Ahhhhhhhhhh," Paula cried out. "That hurrrrrrrrrrts."

"How long can you stand it, baby girl?"

Paula squealed and squealed as the sharp pain in her nipple intensified.

"Come on, sweetie. Tell Mistress how long you can stand it."

Paula writhed as Sandra twisted the clothespin almost completely around.

"How long, baby girl?"

With a mighty effort of will, Paula came to herself amid the torment her Mistress was causing her.

"For as long as you want to do it, Mistress Sandra."

"That's right, baby girl. That's right."

Sandra literally glowed with satisfaction.

"Now, do you want me to stop."

Paula's senses warred with each other. The pain was terrible, but the growing turn on was even more overwhelming.

"No..., please don't stop, Mistress Sandra."

Paula was by now very aroused, as Sandra soon confirmed with her probing fingers.

"Ooooooooh, Paula. She's such a bad, nasty little slut doggie." Sandra whispered in her teacher's ear as she played with her moist labia then explored deep into the soppy canal with her inquisitive fingers.

"You really do get off on the pain, don't you, baby girl?"

"Yes, oh yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula whined. "I really get off on the pain."

"I knew you would eventually, you nasty little slut, you." Sandra licked Paula's earlobe as she thrust two insistent fingers deeper inside her teacher's tight vagina.

"Would you like to lick my little pink nipples for me, teacher dear." Sandra whispered seductively right into Paula's ear.

"Well, would you?"

"Yes, please, Mistress Sandra. May I lick your little pink nipples."

"Say pretty please." Sandra teased her teacher as she slid a third long finger into Paula's dripping slit.

"Ask me nice."

"Oh please, pretty pleeeeease, please, Mistress Sandra. Please let me lick your little pink nipples."

Sandra slowly unbuttoned her school blouse with her free hand and shrugged it off her shoulders. She was naked underneath, and Paula looked hungrily at her Mistress's creamy young inviting breasts.

"You really want to lick my nipples for me, don't you Paula?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I really do."

"Well go on then, silly, lick me."

Paula didn't have to be told twice. She leaned over and began licking Sandra's nipples, one and then the other, into pencil eraser hardness.

"Ummmmmmm, niiiiiiicccccce. Baby girl does me sooooo gooooood."

Paula glowed with pride while successive waves of sex pain and pleasure flowed over her body.

"Won't it be fun when I make you do this in front of the class in about a week or so, hmmmmmm."

Paula shivered all over her body.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra eventually pulled herself away from the insistent tongue of her teacher slave. She went to the mantle again, and brought back the package of bungee cords.

Paula's eyes widened as sick fear gripped her. She remembered last night and the horrible pain of having her big breasts bound firmly by those tight bungee cords.

"It's ok, Mommy girl," Kathy purred from the living room door. "You can stand it, at least for a little while." She walked over to her mother and slid her hand slowly up and down Paula's flank. "Can't you, Mommy girl. Can't you. Tell me."

Sandra impishly pinched her mother's butt as she asked the salacious question.

"Can't you, slut mother dear."

Paula began crying softly.

"Yes Kathy. I can stand it."

Sandra slipped one of the cruel restraints under Paula's left breast, pulled it around, and attached the two ends. The elastic cord bit into Paula's tender woman flesh.

Sandra applied another cord to Paula's right breast.

Just as before, the tight bungee cords constricted the flow of blood into and out of Paula's tender breasts. They began to swell, bloated with trapped fluid.

Paula began to cry steadily as her big breasts began to imitate slowly inflating birthday party balloons. The throbbing pain was really getting to her.

Kathy reached over and picked up the digital camera from the coffee table.

"Stand still, Mommy girl, while I get a few shots of this." Kathy clicked away.

When she had taken a few pictures of her mother's agony, Kathy put down the camera and began playing with Paula's bloated, blood engorged breasts.

"Does it hurt, Mommy girl." chucleled Kathy. "Does it hurt a whole, whole lot?"

"Yeeeeeesssssssssss, Kathy. It really hurts a whole lot."

"Well, isn't that special." giggled Sandra as she applied another cord to each of her teacher slave's breasts.

As a naked and totally humiliated Paula stood in the middle of her own living room, her breasts engulfed in agonizing pain, Sandra caught sight of the paddleball paddle out of the corner of her eye. A broad grin spread across her face as she reached for the paddle.

"Nnnnooooooooo." screamed Paula as she saw her Mistress's intent.

Sandra glared menacingly at her teacher slut slave.

"Don't you ever say 'no' to me, Paula bitch." Sandra said between clenched teeth. Before Paula could bring her arm up to protect herself, Sandra swung the paddle and hit her teacher full across the inflated, dark red breast.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooo," Paula fell to the living room floor and writhed around; squealing out as loud as she could. Her arms covered her abused breasts as she begged Sandra to quit.

Sandra giggled right in the older woman's face and shivered with sadistic sex hunger. God, it was such a rush torturing her submissibe teacher so.

Paula was so busy protecting her abused breast that Sandra got a perfect bead on her big butt.

SPLAT, SPLAT.

"Eeeeeeeeeeowwwwwwwwwwww." Paula continued to wriggle and writhe on the floor, butt pain warring with breast pain.

Sandra suddenly got a wicked thought.

"Stand up, bitch. I'm not through with you."

"Noooo, no, please nooooo. Pleeeeeease." Paula was wracked by sobs of despair and pain.

"Stand up, cunt, or I'll beat you black and blue."

Paula crawled over to Sandra's bare feet and began licking her toes and up her instep. "Pleeeeeease, Mistress Sandra. I don't want to."

Paula was losing control altogether. Her pee hole suddenly spurted a golden stream, induced by her dread and agony.

Sandra glared down at her abject teacher slave.

"Last chance, Paula."

The teacher could tell by the sound of Sandra's voice that the girl was not going to give her another chance to obey. Paula pulled herself up on Sandra's leg. She stuck her face deep in her tormentor's crotch and began licking away for all she was worth. She would do anything to distract her Mistress from using the paddle.

Despite her hunger to drive her teacher over the threshold of agony, Sandra felt a hot stab of desire for more of this grown woman tongue worship way deep in her vagina and around her little clitoris. She decided to relent for the moment.

"Ok, Paula cow, lick me real good, just like the slutty little subby teen girl pussy worshipper you are. Then, when I say som, you can stand up nice and tall for me. I promise I won't use the paddle any more on you right now."

Paula was ecstatic to learn that her lewd ploy to divert her mistress had actually worked. She licked frantically back and forth all the way from Sandra's tiny stiffie clit to her tight moist pucker. Sandra squatted a little to allow her teacher slave better access to her vulva, perineum, and butt hole. Her vagina began to drip little drops of dewy secretion onto her fine pubic hair. Then the drips turned into a minute gush, as she experienced a quiet little orgasm.

"Ummm. That's my good little subby," Sandra sighed as she complemented her teacher for getting her off so sweetly and so quickly. The only thing that could have made it better would have been her forcing Paula to get her off with her mouth right in front of all the rest of the girls in her class. But that scenario would surely come to pass in time. Sandra was certain of it.

"Get up now, Paula baby girl. You did well, and now I have a treat in store for you."

"Kathy honey poo, please go in the kitchen and bring me something tubular and fat, and another something tubular and thin. Anything at all will do so long as they're tubular."

"Cool." Kathy hurried to comply with Sandra's lewd request.

"Now, Paula baby girl, while your charming daughter is off taking care of business, I want you to lie down on the sofa on your tummy with your arms and bad old tormented breasties hanging over the couch arm."

Somewhat restored, Paula did as she was told. Her hands went down to the floor to prop up her chest, shoulders, and head, while her torso and legs stretched back along the sofa.

"That's a good girl." Sandra approved as she went around to the side of the sofa and gave Paula's clothespin bitten nipples a twist. Paula cried out, but did not flinch. She was getting used to the pain. In the deepest hidden part of her mind, Paula was forced to admit to herself that she wanted still more of it. It was what she deserved for being such a slut. She craved the degradation that came with the pain.

She was going to get her wish. Sandra would make sure of that.

Kathy came back in less than a minute. In one hand was a big, green cucumber that she had gotten from the refrigerator; in the other, a long, fat carrot.

"I thought you might want this, too," Kathy giggled as she held up a plastic pancake turner.

"Goodo Kathy. Now lets see if we can find a nice warm place to keep your mother's vegitables."

Paula's breasts had stopped swelling, but they had taken on a nice crimson color. Her big tits throbbed painfully each time Paula's heart beat, trying desperately to force fresh blood past the blockage, but to no avail.

Sandra looked down at her grown up sex toy mom, all vulnerable, naked, and spread out in front of her. Then the young girl inserted one, then two, then three of her probing fingers into her teacher slave's soppy vagina. She thrust them in and out rapidly and wiggeled them all around inside. Paula's vagina squished and stretched, and she began hunching her hips up to meet Sandra's thrusts.

"What a horny slut cunt Mommy is," giggled Kathy as Sandra continued to sex her teacher up. When she thought the time was right, the seventeen year old removed her fingers from their squishy socket.

"Taste yourself, Paula baby girl." Sandra pushed her fingers into the older woman's hungry mouth.

"Ummmmmmmm." Paula sucked herself off her Mistress's fingers, smacking her lips like a savage.

"Is ums good, baby girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, Paula sighed contentedly."

Sandra re-inserted her fingers into her teacher's gaping inflamed vagina and sloshed them around some more until they were good and wet.

"Taste."

This time, she offered her cyprinne fluid soaked fingers to Kathy.

"Taste your Mommy's cunt juices. See how good a grown woman slut can taste."

Kathy happily obliged, sucking Sandra's digits all the way into her mouth, tasting her mother's musky vagina, grinning from ear to ear all the while.

Sandra re-inserted her fingers, got them soppy again, and then stuck them in her own mouth.

Paula tasted great to Sandra's gormet mouth. The teenager speculated that the pain she was inflicting on her teacher was making her gush more piquant. And her connoisseur's tongue told her quite clearly that the submissive turn on Paula was getting out of all this was also adding its own special flavor to her puss cream.

Sandra indulged herself with just one more taste of her teacher slave, then she moved on to the next act in her little passion play.

"Give me that cuke, Kathy. I'm going to diddle your Mommy with it."

Kathy gleefully handed over the cucumber and Sandra slowly inserted it inside Paula's now wide open vagina.

Slowly in, slowly out, slowly in, slowly out.

"Uuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Paula moaned and wriggled on the sofa as the tip of the cucumber pressed right up against her cervex. She instinctively spread her legs wider apart and stretched like a pussycat in heat, taking in as much of the cucumber as ever she could.

Kathy giggled. "She sure likes it. She likes her nasty old cunt being fucked with that fat cucumber."

"Sure she likes it, don't you Paula baby girl."

"Ooooohhhhhhh Yes. I like it. Please don't stop, please don't."

"Do you want to fuck her with it for awhile, Kathy? Do you want to fuck your Mommy?"

"Sure, Sandra. I have always wanted to fuck my little Mommy girl."

Sandra took her hand away, and Kathy wrapped her slender fingers around the end of the cucumber protruding obscenely from her mother's pussy.

Kathy began pushing and pulling on the fat cucumber in a steady, pounding rhythm.

"Ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh," Kathy made little monkey fuck noises to accompany her hand motions while Paula writhed all over the sofa, trying desperately to get off on the cucumber pistoning in and out of her tight pussy.

"Give me that carrot, honey." Sandra whispered urgently, and Kathy handed it over.

"Now take the cucumber out of her real fast."

Kathy slipped the cucumber out and Sandra immediately inserted the much thinner carrot in its place.

"Nnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo." screeched Paula, as her vagina clamped onto the carrot in frustrating desperation. "Put the cucumber baaaaaaaaaack. Please, please, please, oh please."

"So you want Kathy to fuck you more with the big, bad cucumber, hummmm, Paula baby girl?"

"Yessssssss, Mistress Sandra. Please get Kathy to fuck me with the cucumber, Please, oh please."

"Stop whining, Paula baby girl. I'm just getting this carrot slimey enough to stick up your little butt hole. Mr. Cucumber will be back soom. Don't worry."

Paula continued to mew and hunch her hips against Sandra's hand until Sandra removed the now soppy carrot and Kathy quickly rammed the cucumber back inside Paula's vagina.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Paula purred like a contented slut cat, as, once again, she was filled up with nice, fat cucumber.

Sandra reached under her sub teacher and took over control of the cucumber from Kathy. Kathy reluctantly allowed her mentor to retrieve the cucumber and settled for watching Sandra put Paula through her lewd paces with it.

As she diddled Paula with the cucumber, Sandra slowly pushed the end of the soppy carrot against her teacher's crinkly little butt hole. Paula's sphincter was stubborn, but Sandra was even more stubborn. The carrot finally pushed past and entered into Paula's rectum.

"Is that good, my little nasty teacher?"

"Oh yeeeeesssssss, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra saw when she pulled the carrot almost out of her teacher that it was an especially long one and, by the time she had pushed it most of the way inside again, she was positive that it had pushed past the second sphincter.

Paula was breathing in shallow pants, and a thin line of spittle oozed from the corner of her mouth. She was now hunching to beat the band. Her broad hips were pumping up and down in time with Sandra's double stroking of her vagina and butt hole.

Sandra continued what she was doing, having just the best time in the world sexing her submissive teacher all up. She could hear the panting breaths and the high pitched squeals that were the hallmark of Paula's impending orgasm.

When she could see that Paula was approaching her climax, Sandra looked at Kathy and said. "Take over here Kath, and keep your Mommy sexed up to the max while I go around and tell her all about my little game.

Sandra handed off to Kathy, who continued jamming the cucumber and carrot into her mother's nether holes.

Sandra went around to the side of the sofa where Paula, flushed of face, and sporting a brace of dark purple balloon breasts, was gasping for breath like a boated fish.

Sandra reached out her hand and slapped her teacher's sensitive breasts until Paula cried out in abject pain.

"Ok Paula baby girl, now that I've got your full attention, here's the deal." Sandra looked down at her teacher who returned her stare with a half comprehending, glazed over, look.

"You're close to cumming, right, slut cunt?"

"Uuuuuuunnnnn hhhhhhhuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh." Paula nodded her head.

"Well you better be prepared to hold it, at least until you bring me off again. Otherwise, if you cum before I do, Kathy and I will beat your butt so bad you won't be able to sit down for a week. Am I getting through to you, bitch."

"Uhhhhhhhhh huhhhhhh." Paula tried to comprehend, but she was so close, soooooo close.

"Kathy, stick one of those clothespins on her little clitty poo and see if that doesn't get the bitch's attention."

"Glad to oblige, Sandra." Kathy got out a clothespin, reached under her mother's hunching hips, and snapped it cruelly onto her mother's clitoris.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhooooooooooooowwwwww." Paula screamed out in horrible pain as the plastic clothespin mauled her little clit head.

"Take if offffffffffffff, take it offffffffffffff. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease. Omigod it hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrts."

"Have I got your full attention, NOW, Paula teach?"

"Yesssssssss, Mistress Sandra."

Ok, Kathy, take it off."

"Do I have to."

"Take it off her, right now."

"Ok. I never get to have any fun." Kathy pouted, but she took the clothespin off her Mom's clitoris anyway.

"Ok Kath, sex her again. Get her really hot and bothered this time. Remember, if you can make her cum before she makes me cum, we beat her butt from now to dinnertime."

"Kewl." Kathy's spirits were restored instantly at the perverse thought of beating her mom's bare butt raw. She turned to her task of sexing her mother with a will.

Sandra turned her back on Paula, squatted down and thrust her sex moist vulva and tight little butt hole hard into her teacher slave's face.

"Ok bitch, get me off before Kathy cat makes you cum, or its beat butt time for you big time."

Paula nodded her head in full understanding, and began to slurp her slobbery tongue from Sandra's clitoris all the way back to her pink little rosette. She licked, she swirled, she poked, she sucked, she munched, she did everything she could think of to bring her Mistress to a speedy orgasm. Sandra reveled in the slavish attention her teacher toy was lavishing on her nether parts. And what great training it was for the future.

Meanwhile Kathy was getting her mother hotter and hotter with that cucumber and carrot. The fifteen year old jammed the carrot way up inside her mom's butt hole, let go, grabbed the pancake turner, and began slapping it against Paula's ample butt, just hard enough to stimulate, but not enough to really hurt.

"Just a little reminder Mommy girl of what is going to happen to you if you cum before Sandra does."

Paula snuffleld and licked around her Misttress's holes with renewed vigor, but her own orgasm was so very, very close due to her daughter's lewd stimulation.

Snuffel, lick, suck, snuffel.

Sandra was now responding nicely to Paula's ministrations; drenching her submissive little teacher slave's face with tepid vaginal secretions. Paula's nose, and cheeks, and lips had become sticky and shiny from having Sandra's warm and runny twat rubbed all over them. The teacher could both taste and smell Sandra's vagina and asshole as she continued to slurp away. And this stimulated her even more than what Kathy was doing to her.

Kathy was by this time getting more than a little turned on herself due to what she was doing to her mother. She applied the pancake turner with increasing vigor as she spurred her mother to a pleasure pain orgasm. She so desperately wanted to make her mom cum before Sandra did, so Paula would get punished for it.

Hearing the continued splats of the pancake turner against Paula's butt flesh, and comprehending the full meaning of the sound, Sandra suddenly contracted her vagina and screamed out, "Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, I'm cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmming."

At almost the same second, Paula shrieked out, "Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmming, tooooooo...."

Mistress and slave hunched their hips in animal lust; Sandra bucking against Paula's face, and, in turn, Paula bucking against Kathy's vegetable filled hands. Sandra's high pitched squeals of release mixed with those of her teacher slave.

"Omigoooood, what a cuuuummmm." Sandra was laughing hysterically and rolling on the floor, scrunched up into a fetal ball. Paula was bouncing up and down on the sofa so that Kathy could hardly keep hold of her.

On and on the orgasms of the teacher and her student went while their cries of perverted ecstasy complemented each other in a sick chorale of sated lust.

Then slowly, Sandra and Paula began to reacquire control. Paula sat up on the sofa, attempting to regain her wits.

Sandra sat up on the floor, looked over at Paula's cyprinne fluid smeared face, and reached out her hand and slapped one of her teacher slave's dark purple balloon breasts for no particular reason at all save that she wanted to and knew that she could.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Please take these cords off me, Mistress Sandra, please."

"Well, seeing as how we don't want any really permanent damage to my poor little Paula cow's big udders, I guess I will."

Sandra got up on her knees, reached out and unfastened the two bungee cords that bound Paula's breasts. Then she snapped off the clothes pins that had snared her nipples.

The sudden and powerful flush of blood back into Paula's breasts sent a shockwave of purest pain into the teacher's body. It was as if she had been struck by lightning. Paula screamed out once, then fell onto the sofa, unconscious.

"Damn, bitch. Just like last night," Sandra poked Paula with her foot, but her teacher slave was clearly out of action for a while.

"We've just got to get her to the point where she doesn't do that," Kathy said.. "She's no fun at all when she's unconscious."

"Yeah," said Sandra, downcast at the loss of the use of her submissive sex toy.

"Go into the kitchen, Kathy, and bring back an ice tray. Oh, and on your way back, hand me that little paddle from where I slung it over there.. Let's see if we can wake her up for round two."

"Great Idea, Sandra."

As Kathy was getting up to do her friend's bidding, Sandra began sliding her hand over her unconscious Teacher's splayed thighs. The seventeen year old had to admit that her teachersub had good legs, and that they were always a temptation to touch, even if Paula were unconscious and coultn't feel her Mistress's hands on her flesh. Sandra let her mind run to visions of her feeling Paula up in this manner in front of her class, or out at the mall, or on a public street while passersby watched. Once she had Paula properly trained, there was going to be just no limit to the humiliations and degradations she planned to heap upon her.

Kathy ran into the kitchen and came right back with a plastic ice tray and an empty bowl to put the ice cubes in.

While Kathy was retrieving the paddle, Sandra took the tray, twisted it until all the ice cubes were in the bowl, and then put the tray on the floor beside it.

She took an ice cube from the bowl and nonchalantly stuffed it into Paula's slack and sticky vagina, as if she were merely stuffing a Thanksgiving turkey.

"Kewl." giggled Kathy from the door, the small wooden paddle swinging from her fingers. Sandra took yet another ice cube and stuffed it in her teacher's twat right behind the first one.

After four ice cubes had been stuck in her vagina, Paula began to come around just a little bit. Her little moans of awakening pleasure pain were music to the ears of her tormentors.

"Well, we need a little more help," Sandra said with a sinister grin on her face, plucking another ice cube from the bowl and pushing it against Paula's little rosette. She really had to push, but the ice cube finally popped inside.

"There we go." Sandra announced in triumph "No big ole slavebutthole is going to defeat me."

Sandra repeated the operation three more times.

Paula was definately stirring by the time Sandra had inserted the last ice cube into her teacherbutthole.

Silent tears of pain and humiliation were flowing down Paula's face as she raised up on one elbow.

"We're back." chuckeled Sandra.

"Ohhhhh," Paula cried out. "Its cooooooold."

"You want it to stop."

"Yeeeeeees. Please, Mistress Sandra. Make it stop."

"You know how to beg me nice, Paula baby girl. You know you want to."

"Please, please, Mistress Sandra. Please take the icecubes out of me. Please."

Paula scooted around and began licking around Sandra's crotch. The desparate teacher knew from past experience that the quickest way to Sandra's heart was through her pussy.

Sandra patted her devoted teacher slave on the head like a good pet as Paula continued to lick and smooch around her Mistress's vulva.

"Well, Paula baby girl. Here's the deal. If you can get that horny little daughter of yours off with your sweet little Mommiemouth real fast like you seem to want to do with me, I'll let you spit those bad old icecubes out. But if you wait too long and they melt of their own accord, I'm whip your sexy big ole butt for you with that little paddle over there. Sandra leaned over so she could whisper into Paula's ear. "And perhaps your big ole udders, as well. Remember, baby girl...."

"Wont't that be fun." Sandra's little wet tongue swirled around the inside of her teacher's ear. Paula shuddered, immediately swung her head away from her salacious task, fell to the living room floor, and crawled toward Kathy. The smiling fifteen year old was in the process of unsnapping and unzipping her short shorts; revealing her lightly flossed vagina.

"Don't you want to take off my short shorts for me, Mommy girl." Kathy purred as she raised her hips off the floor and wiggled her crotch in Paula's face.

Paula swallowed hard in sick anticipation. Her daughter looked so tempting, so inviting, so sexy, so evil.

"Yes, Kathy."

"Yes what, Mommiepoo.

"Yes, I want to take off your short shorts, Kathy."

"Why, Mommy." Kathy said in a high pitched, little girl voice.

"So I can get to your little vagina, Kathy," Paula took up the litany.

"Why, Mommy."

"So I can lick your little pussy, and and suck it, and make it feel good for you."

"Why, Mommy."

"So you will cum for Mommy."

Kathy smiled benevalently at her submissive Mommy. "Ok, Mommietongue, take my short shorts off right now and get me off. This is soooooo sick."

Paula nearly ripped the short shorts getting them off her daughter's sexy body.

As she stared up at Kathy's long, smooth legs to her little furry bush, Paula just could not help sighing, "Kathy, honey, you're so beautiful, so...........sexy. I want you so much."

Kathy giggled as she ran her hand invitingly up and down her thigh.

"Do you really want me, Mimmiegirl. Do you really want to taste me, you nastysick little mommieslut, you. Do you realy, really want to make me cum all over your mommietongue. Do you."

"Yesssss." Paula began obcessively licking the insides of her daughter's long, smooth thighs.

"Ok. Get after it, Mommy girl. You know you just can't wait to lick your little Kathykins' puss puss all up."

Paula moaned softly as the prospect of licking her own daughter's vagina once again began to get her turned on. She just couldn't resist, and she knew deep in her soul that she wound never be able to resist ever again for the rest of her life.

But then a flash of anxiety went through her fevered brain. Paula suddenly became frighteningly aware that at the rate she was heating up, the ice cubes inside her vagina and rectum would soon be all melted away. If that happened before Kathy came, Sandra was sure to make good on her promice to beat her butt and breasts till she couldn't stand it.

With these thoughts in mind, as if she needed any further encouragement to lick her daughter's quim, Paula began to slurp and lap away.

"Kathy honey, you turn your mother on soooooo much." Paula moaned as she continued to lick around her daughter's twat and butthole.

"Then you better keep on licking me, Mommy girl."

"Lick. lick me, Mommy."

"Lick my little pussy real good for me. Come on, lick it good."

"Now lick my little butthole. That's a good girl. Ummmmmmmmhhhhh."

"Now back to my little pussyhole."

"Now my little peehole. That's right."

"Ummmmmmmm; your tongue feels so gooooood, Mommy."

"Come on, Mommy girl. Show me just how much of a Mommieslut you really are. Lick me everywhere."

"Aren't you my little Mommieslut."

"Yes, Kathy, I'm your little Mommieslut." Paula whispered as she continued to lick and snuffel around her daughter's crotch.

"You're such a baaaaaad girl, Mommieslut."

"And aren't you going to be my bad little Mommieslut from now on. Whenever I want you to be. Aren't you."

"Yes Kathy."

Kathy hunched her groin hard against her mother's face. Paula licked and licked, around her daughter's erect clit, and her peehole and her vagina, and her butthole. Back and forth, around and around until it seemed to Kathy that her Mommy was treating her to one long, never ending lick. Kathy was in paradise. And so was Paula.

Paula instinctively moved one of her hands up along her daughter's puppyfat tummy and began fondling Kathy's perky young breast under the crop top as she sucked hard on the girl's stiff little clitoris.

"You taste soooo good, Kathy honey." Paula moaned.

"I love tasting you soooo very much."

"Well, my sexy little Mommy girl would certainly know how good I taste. You've had my snatch in your Mommy mouth long enough." Kathy hissed at her mother from between clenched teeth as she clamped Paula's head between her thights and began rocking back and forth.

"Now tongue fuck me, Mommy girl. That's right. Tongue fuck your nasty little daughter."

Paula sucked hard at Kathy's vagina and slid her big, probing tongue as far inside the tight, slick hole as it would go. She swirled it around, pressing against her daughter's moist vaginal walls as her nose bunped into Kathy's stiffeeclittee. She nibbled at Kathy's labia with her teeth, then gave her clit a sucking kiss.

Paula flicked the little nubbin over and over with the very tip of her probing tongue and gently nipped it between her teeth. Then, the older woman jabbed her insistant tongue inside her daughter once again as far as it would go.

That did it.

"Uuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Kathy went over the edge. She cried out in pleasure, bucked her hips high off the floor, spasmed her vagina over and over, and expressed her vaginal secretions all over her mother's joyous face.

Kathy gripped Paula's hair with both hands and hunched into her face over and over and over. She hung on to her captive for several long minutes after the initial explosion, continuing to rub her labia languidly up and down on Paula's nose. And Paula licked and licked, cleaning every last drop of cyprinne fluid secretions from her daughter's vagina lips.

When Kathy finally let go of her mom's head, Paula slid back slightly, but continued slavishly to lick her daughter's labia, pubic hair and inner thighs.

"Why Paula baby girl, your face is all sticky," Sandra chuckeled. She slid over to where her teacher was sitting and licked Kathy's residue off her submissive sex toy's flushed face.

"Now, what about those ice cubes, Paula baby girl."

Paula started in fear. She could not feel a one still inside her. And from the snailtrail on the living room floor, she knew that they had all melted and the water had leaked out of her while she was bringing Kathy off.

"All gone." Sandra asked sarcasticly.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Oh Oh. You know what that means, don't you."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, you beat my butt and my breasts for me."

"Right Paula cunt," Sandra agreed as she absentmindedly fondled one of Paula's big breasts just to have something to do with her hands. "But we'll wait a while for that. Give us all a chance to come back to ourselves a little. What say."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula sighed, happy to have her Mistress mauling her breast with her hand, and happier still not to have to endure a breast/butt beating just yet.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Sixteen:

"You know, Paula baby girl, watching you get Kathy off has made me feel left out," Sandra said softly as she began to play with Paula's other breast. "You don't want me to feel left out, do you, you silly old Paulacow."

"No, Mistress Sandra, I don't want you to feel left out."

"Well then," Sandra began pinching Paula's nipples just enough for the submissive teacher to begin getting turned on again. "What do you want to do for me to make me not feel left out."

Paula sighed deep in her throat as Sandra's pinching fingers began to take effect. "Oh, Mistrtess Sandra, anything you want."

"Anything."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, anything."

"Well that's fine so far as it goes. But letting me decide all the time involves no imagination on your part, does it."

Paula was confused and apprehensive, but Sandra's fingers felt sooo good.

"No, Mistress Sandra."

"Well then, Paulamoo, use some imagination. What can you think of that would turn your Mistress on."

Paula sat there flustered, unable to think because of Sandra's tormenting fingers on her nipples.

"You better think of something real soon, Paula baby girl, or I'll stop what I'm doing and Kathy and I will get on with beating your big ole butt for you."

"No, Mistress Sandra, please don't stop. I'll think of something. I promise."

Paula was desparate now.

She let her salacious, submissive mind wander in an attempt to get in touch with what she would like to do to get her Mistress off. What could she do to indicate her total and complete submission.

"Please, Mistress Sandra, can I lick your armpits, please."

"Hmmmmmm," Sandra gave the matter some thought as she continued to feel her teacher up.

"Well, that's a good start." Sandra released Paula's nipples and raised her arms above her head. "Start with my breasts and work your way into my pits, Paula baby girl. I really like it when a big, grown up girl like you does something nasty like licking my pits for me."

Paula happily set about her task of tongue washing her seventeen year old Mistress's firm, young breasts. Around and around her hot tongue swirled, brushing back and forth against the eraser hard nipple.

"Ok, Paula, get after those pits, you know you want to, don't you, baby girl. Show Kathy what a good little pitlicker you can be."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula moved her face into Sandra's left armpit and began licking the downy hair she found there. Sandra tasted acrid and pungent, and Paula licked and sucked as though she would never get enough.

Sandra lowered her arn, trapping Paula's face in her armpit. "Ummmmmm, that's real nice, Paula baby girl. That's a real turn on having your own little teacher slut to eat out your pits for you any time you want it."

At the sound of these taunting words, Paula's quim gave a lusty little spasm. She bent to her task with renewed vigor until Sandra let her up.

"Now the other side, Paula baby girl. I'm getting real turned on by what my little teacher slave is doing to me. Do you know that?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"And does that make you all warm and runny, baby girl. Does it make you hot knowing that you are turning me on?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra inserted two fingers into her teacher's vagina, and, sure enough, Paula's tight canal was absolutely soppy.

"You're such a sick little horndog, aren't you, sweetie?"

When Sandra finally removed her fingers, Paula began slurping and lapping her way around Sandra's right breast, then, on signal from her Mistress, she stuck her face deep into Sandra's right armpit and began to lick and slurp for all she was worth."

Sandra wriggled sensuously under Paula's exploring, insistant tongue. "Ok, now get after my little clittybutton, you bad old teacher slut, you."

Paula immediately slid down Sandra's body and buried her face in her seventeen year old Mistress's crotch. Sandra opened her thighs and let Paula graze and slurp to her heart's content.

"She really is getting good at this," Sandra assurred Kathy from the floor, as Paula's fifteen year old daughter looked on in rapt attention.

"Yeah, I know." Kathy giggled. "I've wanted my Mommy's nasty tongue up my baby twat for a year now, and you have made it all possible. I love you, Sandra."

"I love you too, Kathy, and I love what your mother's tongue is doing to my little clit. Can you taste me, Paula baby girl?"

Paula looked up and smiled.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, you're so wet and I taste you."

"Do I taste good?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"As good as Kathy twat?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. Paula talked and slurped at the same time. Nothing was going to keep her from sliding her little pink tongue all around her Mistress's crotch.

Kathy came over and sat down by her naked mother. Instinctively, Paula spread her legs out behind her on the floor.

Kathy looked down at the brazenness with which her mother was displaying herself.

"I think she wants something, don't you, Sandra?"

"Yeah, Mommy girl wants a little lovin', dont'cha Mommy girl?"

"Ummmmmmm hummmmmmm."

Kathy moved her exploring hand along the back of her mother's thigh toward her butt. Paula moved her legs further apart and made little whimpering sounds. She would do just anything right then to have her daughter molest her sexually.

"Mommy girl wants to be felt up. Mommy girl wants to be felt up." Kathy singsonged as she slowly slid two fingers into her mother's gushy vagina and then her thumb into the little puckered sphincter. Slowly, ever so slowly, she moved her hand, driving her fingers and thumb into their warm recepticles.

"That's the way Kathy, sex your Mommy up real good and nasty, and maybe she'll get me off faster. How does it feel, Paula? How does it feel having your own little daughter's fingers all inside your soppy ole slit."

Paula looked up for just a second.

"Wonderful, Mistress Sandra. It feels wooooooonderful."

"Well, the better you lick me, the more I'll let little Kathy cat sex you up. OK?"

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra." Paula went back to licking and snuzzeling around Sandra's crotch. She paid especial attention to the area around Sandra's little crinckle, making her Mistress shiver with salacious pleasure. The seventeen year old knew that her teacher could taste her tangy girl musk, and that she was really enjoying the flavor by the slavish way she continued to lick and slurp.

"You know, Kathy, by the time I get through with your mother, here, she is going to be a perfect little submissive slut. I can't wait till we take her out in public and make her do some of her cute, sick little tricks in front of people. She'll be so adorable kneeling in the mall parking lot, licking my toes all squeaky clean. Or maybe I'll make her get on her knees and drink all my pee down. Or maybe I'll take her into the dressing room and make her munch me in front of the young salesgirls."

"Yeah, Sandra. We can also get her to do some really embarrasing, humiliating things in front of some of her students so we can show off how much we own her. I bet it will be a trip for the girls in her class to see her eat out her own daughter."

"That's right, Kathy. We'll show her students just how submissive a little teacher slut like Paula baby girl can be. And I already have one girl fron class in mind to help us with the demonstrations. But we have to wait for Bud to come home and be brought into the circle, first. Then, we'll have a little family outing to the pet store and get Gracie to teach them some tricks. Won't that be fun, Paula."

Hearing these words, Paula was letting her mind explore a world of salacious, submissive possibilities. Her thoughts scared her and turned her on all at the same time. What degrading things would her daughter and her student make her do? How far down that trail would she have to go?

Sandra interrupted her teacher's lewd reverie with a sharp tug on her hair.

"Kathy cat. Do me a favor and get me a rubber band so I can put your Mom's hair up in a ponytail. I think she would look so sweet that way, and it would give me something to tug on when I wanted her to really eat me out."

"Way Kewl," Kathy said as she ran to her room and brought back a band.

Sandra took it from her and gathered in her teacher slave's long brown hair into a ponytail. Then she banded it right against Paula's scalp, allowing the long hair to fall down her naked back.

"From now on, Paula baby girl, this is how I want you unless I say otherwise. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Paula could feel her tied hair fall off her neck and down her back. She felt just like the young, innocent girl she used to be, and the sensation so mixed with her current submissivness that the sensuality she now experienced was heightened almost beyond her ablilty to stand it. She knew that now her Mistress or her daughter, or any woman or girl they chose could use her ponytail-tied hair to force her face right into their sensitive crotches or butts, pulling her wherever they wanted her to go.

"Now, Paula baby girl. Get back to sexing me up. Lick me even harder than before, Paula baby girl because I'm almost there."

Kathy helped spur Paula on to obey Sandra's command by pushing her fingers deeper into her mother's quim and asshole. She began to wriggle them inside, rubbing them against each other along the intervening mucus membrane.

Paula hunched back desparately against her daughter's fingers as she slurped Sandra's crotch and ass crack. Sandra moaned and squirmed as she moved her own hand down to her puffy vaginal lips and began frigging her clit around Paula's tongue. Higher and higher she went, until with a gasp of purest extasy, she exploded into a firey orgasm.

Kathy took that exact moment to snatch her hand away from her mother's crotch.

"Noooooooo, Kathy, honey. Please get me off. I can't stand it, honey. Please, please get Mommy off, please."

Kathy responded by slapping her mom's upthrust butt several times. "Don't be so greedy, Mommy girl. Maybe later, but not now."

Paula's body was wracked with sobs of unfulfilled sex. She so desparately wanted to cum as she had made her Mistress do. Wouldn't Kathy please help her?

"Poor little thing," Sandra reached out and turned Paula's face up to her. "Is ums horny, Paula baby girl. Does ums want to cum cum real bad, huh?"

In a desparate effort to gain this salacious concession from her Mistress, the teacher adopted the same babytalk as had Sandra.

"Yesssssssss, Mistress Sandra. Paula wants cum cum. Paula wants cum cum real bad. Please make Paula baby girl cum cum. Please."

The humiliation of having to beg her Mistress for sexual release made the craving in Paula grow even stronger.

"Is it really bad. Does Paula want to cum cum really bad for me, huh?"

"Please, oh please, Mistress Sandra. Paula wants cum cum really, really bad. Please make Paula cum cum."

"Well, lick all her cum cum off Mistress Sandra's little puss puss, and maybe I'll let you cum cum yourself. But you have to do a real good job for me, teacher baby."

Paula immediately set about licking up every last drop of Sandra's vaginal secretions. Sandra leaned back langorously and let her teacher slave have complete access to her slit and the moist, sensitive area around it. It was sheer paradise for the seventeen year old to hold such dominant sway over her teacher. The thought that this full grown woman was so desparate for her attention that she would debase herself in this fashion made Sandra have another little orgasm right on the spot.

After what seemed like hours, Paula looked up from her work, sure that she had licked up every last drop of her Mistress's prescious cum.

"Now, Mistress Sandra, Now. Can your little Paula cum cum now."

"What do you think, Kathy, shall we let your mother cum now?"

"Weeeeell, I guess," Kathy said with a mock grudging smile.

"Ok, Paula, you can cum cum now. Crawl over to the sink and play with your little puss puss for Kathy and me to watch and get it all wet for your Mistress. We want to see just how much of a bad girl slut you can be: playing with yourself like that, a grown up woman like you. You're so nasty, masterbating right in front of your daughter like that."

"Now do it, Paula. We know you really want to play with yourself while we watch you. You know how turned on it will make you to do it in front of us."

Paula was so embarrassed at Sandra's lewd words. Despite her great need to find release, the older woman hesitated to obey. Sandra looked over at her and smiled sweetly. Her voice took on a soft and comforting tone.

"Now it's not really so very bad to play with yourself in front of Kathy and me, Paula. It's OK. We like to watch, and you love to perform for us. So it's OK."

She suited her tender actions to her soft words by cupping one of Paula's large breasts in her warm hand.

"Now come on, babygirl. That feels good. Doesn't it?"

Sandra allowed her fingertip to graze her teacher's erect nipple.

Paula looked down at what Sandra's fingers were doing to her. Her cheeks turned a bright red, but she did not pull away. For Sandra was absolutely right. It did feel good.

"Tell me, baby. Does it feel good?

Paula leaned back and sighed.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Paula let her other hand capture her teacher's right wrist and bring it slowly up to where she was petting the older woman's breast. Then she tenderly placed Paula's hand against where she was feeling her up, and gave the hand a little squeeze of encouragement.

Sandra leanded very close to her teacher slave.

"Now go on, baby. Pet your sweet udder for us while Kathy and I watch you."

Paula stared straight ahead and began to cup and pet her breast, trying as best she could to duplicate what Sandra had been doing to her. And as she palpated her breast, Paula looked down once more to watch as Sandra slid her freed hand across her naked tummy and between her splayed legs. Paula whimpered loudly as Sandra's hand came to rest on her soppy vulva. Oh how she wanted her Mistress to please bring her off. Sandra obliged for a few minutes until she saw that her teacher slave was very near the edge.

"You're puss puss is sooooo wet, Paula. The fat little pink lips are just covered with puss puss wet. Why don't you use your other hand to feel just how wet you really are. I know you really, really want to. So tell me how much you want to play with yourself for me."

Paula's resistance was all gone. She surrendered totally.

"Tell me, baby girl."

The words now literally tumbled out of Paula's mouth.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I want to play with myself in front of you, and in front of Kathy."

Kathy and Sandra exchanged wicked little smirks of triumph.

"Well ok, then little girl. Crawl over to the sink so we can get a tood look. Now, get on with it."

Paula crawled across the floor until she got to the sink. Her pendant breasets swayed as she crawler, and her butt cheeks flexed in a most delightful way. Then, she lay flat on the floor on her back and spread her thighs obscenely wide. She didn't care how slutty she looked; she only cared about getting off. And she knew that Sandra was right. She would get really turned on playing with her pussy in front of her young daughter and her Mistress. The woman wanted to perform. She craved an audience for her humiliation. An audience made the humiliation more poignant.

Paula moved her right hand quickly down her tummy and right into her crotch. She felt the hot, sticky wetness of herself immediately. Two fingers immediately found their way into her vagina and she pumped her hand rapidly in and out. Her hips moved spastically and her torso wriggled on the floor. Her head flopped around like a ragdoll's. Her other hand squeezed and pinched her sensitive breast.

"Go get the camera, Kathy," Sandra whispered. "We don't want to lose a minute of this."

Kathy was soon back snapping digitals of her desparate mother lewdly getting herself off with her hand. Sandra smiled sweetly as she watched Kathy snap away as her mother writhed around on the floor, sweat gleaming off her ample breasts.

Paula bit her lower lip as her orgasm grew closer and closer. Her face contorted into a mask of lewd lust. She knew that Kathy was taking pictures of her depravity, and the humiliation that went along with that knowledge just heightened her sense of submissive sensuality. Her craving for release gnawed at her. She would do anything in this world to be allowed to cum.

"Frig that filthy little twat of yours, Paula cunt. Come on, baby girl, hunch that hand of yours just like the nasty little slut you are. You know you get off on showing us what a good little teacher slut you are."

At the sound of Sandra's words, Paula went into an absolute frenzy of demented and degraded self stimulation. She bucked up against her hand as hard as she could; now totally oblivious to the two young girls who smirked wickedly down on her. Nothing mattered anymore to Paula. She didn't care how humiliating her actions were. She didn't care one whit that her own daughter was taking photographs of her masterbatory self indulgence. She didn't care that her daughter would use those self same photographs to blackmail her and humiliate her and force her to do even more horrible, sick things. She didn't care that one of her own students was egging her daughter on. All she wanted was to cum; to cum forever and never stop cumming. She had to cum; she just had to.

Paula's long, slender fingers slid up and down along her pussy lips, then dove deep inside, then back out to tease her fully erect clitoris. Her face was flushed almost crimsen and her breadhing now came in labored pants.

Sandra and Kathy both began to tingle deep inside as they watched the disgraceful abandonment with which Paula masterbated in front of them.. Kathy imagined her mother's busy fingers doing their nasty wonderful work deep inside her own tight pussy, while Sandra closed her eyes and fantisized about her teacher's long, pink tongue slurping back and forth along her dew covered slit. When the seventeen year old opened them again she was treated to the wanton sight of her teacher writhing on the floor, breasts being mauled and squeezed, long legs spread as wide as they would go, pussy gaping obscenely as Paula drove all four of her fingers deep inside herself. Sandra looked at the woman and knew deep in her soul that soon she would make Paula do the same thing to her own tight little fundament. And that awareness made her smile all the more.

And then, as if she had read her mistress's mind, the totally obsessed teacher jerked her left hand from her breast and swept it under her raised buttocks and her index finger drilled deep into her tight little rosette. The finger jabbed insistantly in and out of the pink pucker. She was sooooo close.

Sandra grinned. The bitch had done this new, lewd, and depraved thing right in front of them without even being forced. There were no limits any more. Sandra and Kathy could demand and obtain anything from this demented woman from now on. Anything at all.

Paula began to whimper in a way that was music to the ears of her daughter and student.

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Can Paula Cow cum cum now?"

Sandra smiled sweetly as she gave her benediction to Paula's impending orgasm. Why not be magnanimous? the seventeen year ond knew for certain that she held all the cards.

"Yes, baby girl. Paula can cum cum right now."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The long drawn out scream of orgasm upon orgasm shot from Paula's mouth as she shuddered over and over. Waves of pleasure pain washed along the entire length of her naked body. She writhed under her own demanding fingers as a stream of lubrication oozed out of her crack onto the floor. Then the wanton teacher flipped over on her stomach and hunched some more. Her breasts were smashed hard against the floor by the force of her frenzied gyrations. Her ears rang. Her mouth felt like scorched cotton was stuffed inside it. Her toes curled and uncurled in a paroxysm of wanton fulfillment.

Sandra and Kathy could not contain their derisive laughter as they watched Paula orgasm and orgasm. What a lewd sight she made!

"Well. Did Paula cum cum," Sandra giggled down at her teacher slave.

"Yessssss, Mistress Sandra, Paula cum cumed, Paula cum cumed goooooood."

The teacher's reversion to baby talk did nothing but heighten Sandra's desire for her own sexual release.

"Then get your nasty little teacher slut ass over here and kiss me right on the mouth to show me just how much you appreciate my being such a good Mistress for you."

Sandra sat down on the sofa and Paula arose from the floor and sat down right beside her. The teacher's naked thigh rubbed against her Mistress's skirt.

"Ok Paula baby girl, kiss me long and deep. And you better make my toes curl, bitch. Or else."

Paula put her sex hungry lips firmly against Sandra's and began kissing her ardently. Oh how the older woman thrilled at the opportunity to french her student Mistress. She thrust her long wet tongue deep into Sandra's mouth, moving it all around inside, probing, tasting. She hoped desperately that she was turning her Mistress on. As for herself, there was no doubt whatsoever that Paula's vagina was starting to react once more with little clenches. Paula was in absolute heaven as she tongue kissed her young, beautiful Mistress.

Over the past few hours, it seems that Paula had developed into the very model of an oral submissive. She herself had not realized until that very day when Sandra had forced her to give oral pleasure just how much she craved sticking her tongue into another woman's mouth, or pussy, or rosette, or licking her breasts, or armpits, or legs, or toes. Kissing Sandra made Paula almost unbearably horny. It drove her absolutely wild with sexual craving. And she had to confess to herself that she also felt the same way when forced to kiss or lick her daughter as well. Paula knew deep down inside that so long as Sandra and Kathy provided her these sorts of opportunities to use her tongue on them, Paula would never lose her craving and she would always submit to any humiliating demands they made upon her.

As a matter of fact, as she kissed her Mistress so wantonly, salacious images of her slender daughter's face flashed through Paula's wanton brain. There was a growing part of her mind that wished ever so strongly that it was Kathy that she was kissing so intimately and not her Mistressstudent. The middle aged teacher closed her eyes and let her lurid imagination take control. Oh, if only.

"Ummmmmh, Paula baby girl," Sandra broke the teacher's spell by suddenly pulling back from her ardent kissing. "I bet that if you feel me up while kissing me that it will make it even better for me, baby girl. Why don't you milk my precious little breasts for me, huh teach. Would you like that?"

Paula nodded her head joyously, reached out her hands, and began playing gently with Sandra's pert young breasts. She slid her warm, exploring fingers along the smooth sides and then underneath around the sensitive young breastflesh. All around her Mistress's firm young tits Paula's hands went.

This was a dream come true for the submissive teacher, being able to demonstrate her passionate love for her Mistress by exciting her sexually in this fashion. Sandra's breasts were so soft and firm, so warm, so precious. Paula began crying tears of joy at being allowed the privilege of worshipping them. She loved Sandra so much, and her Mistress was so good to her. Sandra had permitted her to cum.

Sandra's little nipples immediately hardened under Paula's deft attention. The seventeen year old moaned softly and stretched her chest forward languidly, allowing her teacher even greater access to her breastflesh. Her sensuous warm sighs brushed Paula's cheek.

The ravenous teacher just couldn't stand it any more. She just had to have a taste of her Mistress's breast. Without being bidden, she leaned over and began licking all around Sandra's firm breasts, swirling her tongue around the sensitive pink areole and nipple and then, in ever increasingly wider circles, the entire breast.

"That's right, Paula baby girl, give your Mistress Sandra a good breast bath with that incredible tongue of yours. Nibble those nipples like a good little teacher slut."

Paula complied, happy as a clam at high tide.

"Now Paula baby girl. I want you to pinch 'em and tweak 'em, and twist 'em, and make 'em hurt goooood for Mistress Sandra. Give your Mistress some of that good pain in return for what she has been giving you."

Paula obligingly pulled and twisted her Mistress's nipples, and even went so fat as to take the liberty of nibbling them with her teeth.

"Ummmmmmm, Paula baby girl. You were just born to be a sexy slut slave, weren't you?"

Paula looked up adoringly at her young mistress.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I was born to be YOUR sexyslutslave. I love it sooooo much."

"Then show me just how much you love being my nasty little teacher slut by putting your big girl fingers inside my tight little sniz and frigging me up real good, Paula baby girl."

Paula immediately moved her warm hand along Sandra's flat tummy, paused to play impudently with her Mistress's little bellybutton, then dropped it into her lap. Searching fingers slid inside Sandra's vagina to find the tight passage tacky with precum secretions. Sandra wriggled like a worm on a hook under Paula's sensual explorations and completely soaked her teacher's long fingers in puss puss wet.

"Ummmmmmm. My teacher's fingers are sooooooooo busy inside me. Lick my wet off those busy little fingers of yours, Paula baby girl. Then put that horny little tongue of yours where your nasty fingers have been."

Paula slid her hand away from between her Mistress's legs and brought her fingers to her open mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked all of the Sandra love juice off them, then leaned over and stuck her face right into her Mistress's vulva. Sandra grabbed her teacher's ponytail and pulled as hard as she could, forcing Paula's face tightly between her smooth thighs.

"Licky licky. Make your Mistress sticky." Sandra crooned over and over as Paula lapped at her musky labia and slick stiff clit.

As her teacher slavishly laved her vulva, Sandra brought up mental images of this same scene happening in a couple weeks. But it was not in Paula's living room. It was in Paula's classroom, with a gaggle of girl students and teachers standing around getting sexually stimulated watching this grown uip woman worshiping at the crotch of her seventeen year old student. Sandra knew that this scene would be played out, and that all the observers would soon be begging her to let Paula service them as well. And, of course, being the generous giurl she was, she would be more than happy to share, so long as everyone else remembered that she was the ringmaster.

A thogoughly sexed up Sandra humped up against her teacher's exploring tongue, forcing it deep inside her pussy hole. For her part, Paula's nose flared at the enticing sexmusk of her young Mistress.

"Goooood girl, Paula baby girl. You know, I just can't wait for you to do that for me when I'm on my period. I'm so much more sensitive then, and I taste so much better, too. At least that's what I've been told."

"And, after I get you used to doing me then, and you get really good at it, we'll give your class a little demonstration on how to eat period sniz. Won't that be just great to show you off that way?"

Paula heard every word Sandra said from her position between her Mistress's thighs. She responded by licking even more ardently than before to let Sandra know just how salaciously excited the prospect of demonstrating her subservience before her other students made her. In response to Paula's ministrations Sandra bucked her hips hard against her slave's face and rubbed her soppy pussy lips all around Paula's nose, mouth, and eyes. This erotic friction went on for a few more minutes. Then, Sandra began bucking up against Paula with increasing intensity until finally she crashed screaming joyously through the orgasm barrier.

And as she came all over Paula's face, other images crowded Sandra's mind; images of Paula licking Kathy's menstrual pussy for her as well. That would be just another rung on the teacher's down ladder to total sexual thralldom.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Seventeen:

"Wow, Paula baby girl, you really know how to munch sniz. I think I'm going to farm you out to some of your other students so they can have the benefit of that gold medal tongue of yours. And I bet you'd bring top dollar, too. Won't you?

Paula was suddenly frenzied with lewd elation at the thought of being compelled by Sandra to pussy lick some of her other students. Her now blatent submissive nature wriggled rapturously at the salacious thought that her Mistress had such all-pervasive power over her and would exercise it in such a demeaning fashion.

"Well, wouldn't my little Paula baby girl earn her Mistress lots of money pussy licking her students, hmmmmmmmmm," asked Sandra sweetly as she ran her possessive hand gently up and down along her teacher's smooth thigh.

"And I bet my little slut teacher would really get off on being made to use that sweet tongue of hers on all those cute teenage girls in her class. You just know that you would love it. Don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra; if that's what you want."

Paula was now totally focusing all her concentration upon the erogenous act of willing her Mistress's exploring fingers to move way up into her drippy vulva. She would say anything or do anything if only her Mistress would just finger fuck her pussy for her. Just a little bit.

But Sandra, sensing the renewed craving for sexual attention so evident in Paula, suddenly took her hand completely off her teacher's leg. The disappointment was so clear on the older woman's face that Sandra just couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Well, we'll save student pussy licking for another day, shall we, honeypie. But for now, what about that butt whupping I owe you."

Paula looked up at her studentMistress with plaintive eyes. It was most definitely time to beg again.

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Please don't. Please don't beat me. It hurts. It hurts."

The incipient sensuality caused by her Mistress's salacious touch had suddenly flashed into an overwhelming physical dread at what her Mistress had in store for her.

"Oh come on sweetie teacher dear, you know that your Mistress just has to punish you for being such a bad little Paula baby girl; or, maybe you'd like to punish yourself instead."

"Punish myself. I don't understand, Mistress Sandra."

"Sure you do, Paula baby girl. Everyone knows that the object of corporal punishment is the application of pain in hopes of preventing future misbehavior through associating the pain with the misbehavior; pain being the most direct influence on the human will." Sandra was lecturing her teacher slave as if she were a student in class, a rather dull one at that.

"When you misbehave, as you did this morning, I apply pain in hopes of correcting that misbehavior. Are you with me so far."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula replied in a trembling voice.

"And you will agree that it is for your own good that I punish you. Right?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Paula was crying softly, but she knew that this was for her own good.

"And you still love me, don't you sweetie," Sandra haughed softly as she touseled her teacher slave's hair and pulled softly on her ponytail to remind her ow who owned whom.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." And it was true. Paula did love her Mistress very much.

"So, getting back to punishment, what better way for you to correct your own misbehavior than through the self-application of pain."

Paula began to quiver all over. She was reasonably sure she could endure a certain amount of pain inflicted upon her by her Mistress or even her teen daughter. She did not know, however, whether she could stand self-induced pain, or even inflict it for that matter. Surely, this would be a real test of her subservience to her Mistress.

"Well, Paula. Either you punish yourself for this morning's appalling misbehavior, or I will do it for you. And if the task falls to me, believe me I'll swat those big udders of yours with this paddle here until you can't stand it anymore and pass out from the pain," Sandra said sternly as she suggestively toyed with her paddleball paddle.

Paula made a split second decision.

"I'll punish myself, Mistress Sandra. Please allow me to punish myself for my earlier misbehavior."

"Well Paula baby girl, perhaps I will. Just how would you go about punishing yourself."

"I could put clothespins on my nipples, Mistress Sandra. That would hurt me a great deal."

"And,"

Paula began to tremble again, this time so intensely that she almost couldn't continue to speak, but she wouldn't let herself stop now. "I, I, I could put clothespins on my pussy lips, too."

"And,"

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Isn't that enough."

"And,"

"Omigod; and on my clit."

"And,"

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Please let that be enough."

"And,"

"And on my little bottom hole."

Paula was once more crying softly to herself; near the edge of losing it altogether.

"And,"

"Mistress Sandra, Pleeeease, pleeeeeease, pleeeeease."

"And,"

Paula cried and cried, but it was obvious that Sandra was unrelenting and determined to suck the last drop of self pride out of her. So, after she caught her breath, Paula resignedly went on.

"And I could tie my breasts up real tight with bungee cords. You know that really hurts me to have my breasts constricted that way."

"It really hurts when your udders are confined and squeezed by those bad old bungee cords. Doesn't it, Paula baby girl?"

As she spoke, Sandra gently fondled Paula's breasts. Her soft hands roved over the sensitive smooth flesh and her fingertips tweaked the turgit nipples. The seventeen year old Mistress just couldn't seem to keep her hands off her teacher's tits. She just loved fondling them, and she loved torturing them just as much.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. It hurts me a lot." Paula admitted again, a forlorn catch in her voice while her Mistress happily continued to feel her up.

"Then that's a really good reason for doing it, isn't it, Paula baby girl."

Paula glanced down at her Mistress's roving hand, then stared her seventeen year old student straight in the eye.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Because you really like it when I make you do things that give you pain. Isn't that right, cutie pie?"

Sandra now moved her wanton hands all over her teacher's sweat glistened body; soothing and comforting as she impatiently awaited Paula's admission.

"Come on, sweetie. Tell me right now."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I like it when you give me pain."

"Yes, I know, Paula. Pain turns you on almost as much as using that sweet tongue of yours on me. Doesn't it."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Paula bowed her head, blushed bright red from her neck to her cleavage, and shuddered again, partly from anticipation of the cruel pain to come, partly in reaction to Sandra's seductive hands, but mostly in response to her Mistress's words that forced her to confess her deepest longings and hungers.

"Now, do you want to show me and Kathy here just how obedient a little sex slut you can be or would you rather have me take this paddle and smack your tits all around your chest from now till lunchtime."

"Or maybe you'de rather tuck them under those nasty armpits of yours so I cah paddlesmack them from behind."

Paula shuddered and shook her head 'no.'

To be utterly candid, Paula really didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Her growing addiction to and burgeoning craving for pain and humiliation at the hands of her student and her daughter were taking her over completely, body and soul. The thought of her torturing herself in front of her Mistress and Kathy sent a blaze of sensual fire scorching through her sweat-covered body. Paula shivered again, in purest, unrestrained lust.

The wicked gleam in her eyes gave Paula away. She didn't want to deny or hide from her tormentors how she felt anymore. She only wanted to surrender and reap the rewards of her surrender; the rewards of pain and pleasure.

"Mistress Sandra, I'd much rather hurt myself in front of Kathy and you."

Kathy looked at her mother with a disquieting sense of wonder. Were there no depths of humiliation and degradation to which Paula would not sink. The fifteen year old certainly was willing to find out. Especially if she could do so in company with her new girlfriend.

The budding sexvixen that lived inside Kathy's head began to entertain possibilities; possibilities too utterly lewd to talk about out loud in front of her mom; but maybe later alone with Sandra, just the two of them. Maybe Sandra would actually allow her to turn some of these fantasies into reality. Wouldn't that be great fun.

"Ok, Paula baby girl. If that's what you want. But you better be planning on really hurting yourself good and proper; 'cause I won't stand for my little teacher slut stopping at half measures. Understand."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, now's as good a time as any; so get after it, baby girl."

Paula went right to the mantle and retrieved the bag of clothespins. Somewhere in a tiny corner of her mind, the submissive teacher wondered why she just couldn't seem to resist indulging in these sick games with Sandra and Kathy. But the rest of her consciousness was totally focused on one thing, and one thing only; being a good little sex slave.

Paula reached inside the clothespin bag and took out one of the brightly colored plastic clips. She stared at it for a moment, then attached it slowly around her left nipple. As the tiny jaws of the clothespin clamped down on her tender pink ariola, Paula miewed out a little whimper of pleasure pain.

"Isn't she just the cutest little thing," Sandra giggled.

"Yeah, Sandra. Especially with that ponytail down her back. What a sexy little slutmom she is turning into after all. She makes my little sniz all itchy."

Paula heard the words her daughter was saying, and she felt a hungry twinge deep in her own loins.

Once again into the bag and once again a clothespin champed around Paula's other sensitive nipple. and once again a little miew of pleasure pain.

While her mother was arraying her breasts with clothespins, Kathy had moved over next to where Sandra was sitting on the sofa, watching the show. Her hand absentmindedly stroked Sandra's long, smooth inner thigh. The older girl reached over and returned the favor; her sharp, cold-blooded eyes never leaving her prey. What a trip it was for the seventeen year old to make the mother punish herself while she felt up the daughter, and having both just love her for it. Sandra had never had a mother-daughter package quite this nice before; although she had come close a couple times. A part of her wicked mind wandered over possibilities for these two; possibilities that she would make come true over the next few weeks.

"This is just so sick," Kathy whispered into Sandra's ear.

"Yes, Kathy. I know."

And Sandra did know, more than Kathy could ever suspect.

Paula took out another clothespin, brought it down to her crotch, and slowly let it bite its way into her left outer pussy lip.

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh."

"You know, Sandra; I bet that smarts," Kathy gigglelicked the words into her new friend's ear.

"From the look on your mom's face, I bet you're right, Kathycat."

Paula looked over at her tormentors, then attached yet another clothespin to her own right labium.

"Ooooohmigoddddddd."

Paula began to cry.

"She really looks like she hurts real bad, Sandra."

"Oh yeah, Kathy baby. Your mom definitely hurts really bad right now. But it's a goodbad kind of hurt. Isn't it, Paula baby girl."

Paula could barely concentrate on her Mistress's words, so excruciating was her self-inflicted pain.

"I said, 'isn't it a goodbad kind of hurt'."

Paula came to herself enough to reply, "Yes, Mistress Sandra."

The naked teacher stood absolutely still in the middle of the floor for the next few minutes and allowed the sharp agony in her vulva and breasts to wash over her. Hot tears of pain and humiliation streaked down her flushed cheeks. The sharp bites of the plastic clothespins were nearly maddening. But she held on. She wanted to prove herself and please her Mistress so much.

After awhile, Kathy got bored.

"Hey, Mommy girl, don't stop now," the fifteen year old chortled. The anguish on Paula's sweat-drenched face making her want to hurt and humiliate her mother even more.

"Sandra and I want to see you in a whole lot more pain than that before we let you stop what you're doing and put that nasty little mommietongue of yours back to work."

Paula very much wanted this self torture to be over so she could return to sextonguing her daughter and her Mistress. But she also knew what she must do next. Once again her hand retrieved a clothespin from the bag. Then it moved down her softly rounded tummy to her mons. Slowly Paula used the thumb and forefinger of her other hand to separate her painfully distended labia so that her erect clitoris would be unobstructed.

Once this was accomplished, she thrust her pubes forward to force her stiffclit out of its sheath as far as possible, then she slowly attached the clothespin to the tip of the vulnerable tiny sensitive button.

"Uuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh; ogod, hurts; ogod, hurrrrrts; ogod hhhhhuuuuuuurrrrrrttttssssss."

The lightning bolt of fiery agony caused by the biting clothespin on her clitoris drove Paula to her knees. She rocked back and forth for a long time, trying her best to get used to the intense burning sensation, crying her little eyes out.

Sandra leaned forward from her seat on the sofa and began stroking her tormented teacher's tear-streamed face. Sandra made comforting, soothing, understanding little noises as she stroked Paula's face, reassuring her that it was alright and that she was a good little girl. Paula looked at her with emploring eyes and whispered, "Please, Mistress Sandra. Please make it stop. Please, please make it stop."

Sandra smiled at her pleading teacher, then reached her hand behind Paula's head, grabbed her ponytail, and pulled it sharply.

"Uuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhowwwwww."

"But I don't want to make it stop, Paula baby girl. I want it to go on forever."

After pulling on Paula's ponytail for a few more seconds, Sandra released her teacher's hair and slid back to the sofa right beside Kathy.

Paula kept on crying and moaning in her pain. Her eyes tightly shut.

"Isn't she just such a little sweetie." said Sandra to Kathy as she began sensuously massaging her playmate's vulva through the gusset material of her short shorts.

"She sure is. What a good little slutmommie she is to let us play with her like this."

Kathy was so turned on by watching her mother torture herself in front of her that the gusset of her short shorts had become completely wet with her girlsex secretions.

Paula dimly perceived the cruel words coming from her Mistress and her daughter from inside a fog of purest agony. The pain just could not go on much longer or the teacher would go mad.

And far from being emotionally distressed by her extreme cruelty to her submissive teacher, Sandra was only inspired to carry on. If she had to prove once and for all that Paula was nothing but a submissive sexslut, then Paula must be made to be the best submissive sexslut it was possible for her to be.

Then, while in the very midst of her pain, a sudden powerfully masochistic self-vision shot through Paula's fevered brain. She slowly stood back up, retrieved another clothespin from the bag, squatted with her legs wide open, and pressed the tip of the plastic clothespin against her little rosette. Paula slowly opened the clothespin, pushed one jaw inside her little crinckle, then released the clamp.

The clothespin bit down sharply into her pink, sensitive little rosette. It felt to Paula as if she had been snakebitten right on the very inside of her little butthole.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn."

"Way kewl." Kathy applauded happily while Sandra's groping fingers became more insistent. There was a tightness to the leg openings of the fifteen-year-old's short shorts that was frustrating the older girl beyond words. Sandra wanted to have direct contact with Kathy's sniz while she watched her playmate's mother wriggle and writhe in front of her. For her part, Kathy also wanted Sandra's fingers deep inside her, but her short shorts were a formidable barrier. Kathy finally solved the problem by unsnapping her waistband and unzipping herself so Sandra could get at her. The older girl sighed in relief as she began frigging her teacher's daughter.

"Does it hurt good, Paula baby girl."

"Yeeeesssss, Mistress Sandra. It hurts me goooooood."

Paula stayed squatted for a long time, getting used to the sheer agony caused by the invasive clothespin. Then she stood back up, reached over calmly for the package of bungee cords, and removed one. Slowly, she looped the bungee cord around her left breast, and hooked the two ends together. Her partyballoon breast immediately began to swell and throb.

After the first shock of pain had ebbed, Paula did the same thing to her other breast.

"Oh Sandra, that's just so evil what Mommy is doing to herself."

Kathy continued to watch her mother's lewd antics while Sandra got down to some serious daughterfrigging.

"Yes it is, Kathy, and it just goes to prove to me that your sick little Mommiekins is all ours. Aren't you Paula baby girl."

"Yeeeeesssssss, Mistress Sandra. I'm all yours."

"And I can make you do any nasty little thing I want, can't I."

"Oh yes, Mistress Sandra. Anything you want."

Paula was almost beside herself with pain and humiliation. But as much as she now wanted it to, her tormented mind refused to conger up any additional things she could do to herself.

Sandra, however, had no such problem.

"Come stand over here next to me and Kathy, Paula baby girl."

Paula slowly hobbled the few steps over to the sofa and stood within easy reach of her Mistress.

Sandra picked up the wooden paddle off the floor and thrust it toward her teacher.

"Paulasweetie. Here's your little paddlepoo. Now, can you think of something to do with it that would be fun for me and Kathy to watch."

"Nnnnnooooo, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, I can. Here you go. Take the little paddlepoo in your cunning little hand and swat your floppy ole balloonie udders with it all for Kathy and me until I tell you to stop."

Paula shook her head 'no.' She just could not do it. She had done a great deal to satisfy her Mistress's sadistic cravings, but she just could not do this last thing.

"Now, Paula baby girl. Either you do it to yourself or I will do it for you. And I won't stop until you hurt so bad that you pass out. Then I'll wake you up again and do it some more. Now, whoudn't you rather do it to yourself instead."

It seemed that Paula must descend still one more rung down the ladder.

Without another word of protest, Paula resignedly took the paddle from Sandra's outstretched hand and then began softly swatting her inflamed breasts with it.

Kathy giggled wildly as she watched her mother swat herself. Sandra, however, was not so pleased.

"You can do better than that, Paulacow. Now really swat those big ole balloonie udders of yours, or I'll take that paddle away from you and really show you how to hit a tit."

"Yeah, Mommy. Do it right."

Seeing no way out but to obey, Paula swung the paddle hard against her right breast. The pain was almost unbelievable. When she recovered, Paula treated her left breast to a sharp swat from the little wooden paddle.

Swat.

Sandra removed her stickywet hand from Kathy's soppy pussy, grabbed up the Poleroid and began snapping away.

"Now tell me true. Doesn't that feel good, Paula baby girl."

Paula might not want to admit it but she had to acknowledge that she was getting used to the pain the paddleswatting caused in her breasts. In fact, she was perhaps even beginning to like it just a little. Especially since it made Sandra so happy to see her do it to herself.

"Well, does it."

"Unnnnnnnn hhhhuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh."

Swat.

"Do you like it."

"Uuuunnnnnn hhhhuuuuuuuuuuhhhh."

Swat.

Click.

"Good. Now, be sure to keep it up until I tell you to stop, you nasty little teacher slut, you."

Paula swung the paddle back and forth across the fronts of her swollen breasts. Swat after excruciating swat. Her vaginal walls clenched with each swat, and a steady drip of secretion fell from her slit onto the living room floor.

This attracted Kathy's salacious attention, and the fifteen year old reached out her slender hand and began toying with her mother's sex lips and clit. Occasionally the young girl would give one of the clothespins a little tug just to hear her mother squeal. She so adored hearing her mother squeal.

Paula's engorged nipples throbbed exquisitely long after each paddleswat. She panted as the pleasure of what she was doing to herself overcame the pain. A little fleck of drool hung at the corner of her mouth.

"Do you want more, little girl."

"Yeeeeesssssss, Mistress Sandra. I want more."

Swat.

Click

"Kathycat, I want to feel you up some more. Slide back on the sofa so I can get at that nasty little sniz of yours."

"But I'm having fun playing with Mommy. I like to mess with her clothespins and make her squeal."

"Kathycat."

The tone of Sandra's voice left her young playmate in no confusion whatsoever as to whether she should obey her or not.

Kathy reluctantly removed her exploring hand from her mother's soppy slit and slid backward on the sofa, forcing the tight short shorts down her long smooth thighs to her knees. Sandra once more began diddling the younger girl's exposed little clitoris and labia while still concentrating the greater part of her mind on Paula's self punishment.

"What will you do to get more of the same, my little Paula baby girl sweetums."

"Aaaaanythinnnnnggg, Mistress Sandra."

Swat.

Paula continued to swat her breasts with the paddle as she talked. The strokes were becoming quite forceful by now. Her tormented udders were bouncing around like tethered crimson balloons in a high wind.

"Anything, baby girl. Really."

"Yessssss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat.

Sandra retrieved the camera.

Click.

"Will you lick my little puss puss for me anytime I want you to do it."

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat.

"And my pink little rosette, too."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Swat.

Click.

"Will you lick daughter Kathy's little puss puss for her anytime she wants it."

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat.

"And her cute little buttyhole, too."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Swat.

"And will you go with us to the sex toy store and buy whatever we tell you so we can have fun with you."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Swat.

"And will you help Kathy and me put on the strap-on pricks we make you buy for us at the sex toy store so we can fuck you in your teacherpussy and slutmommieasshole whenever we want to."

"Yeeeeessssss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat, swat.

"And will you help Kathy and me put your little brat son Bud through his subby paces when he gets home."

Paula was unsure just what her Mistress had in mind for her young son. Her fear that Sandra would take him over as she had done the rest of the Beale family made her hesitate.

"Well, Paula. Do you agree to help me turn your little boy into a nice juicy little subby just like his Mommy or do I have to really hurt you to make you see things my way."

Paula bowed her head and took up her breastswatting exercises.

"Yessss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat, swat.

"And will you get down on your knees and lick Bud's little pee pee for him anytime I tell you to, and suck on it, too. I really, really want to see you do that for me, Paula baby girl."

Paula considered her Mistress's question for only a second before answering.

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat.

"And will you let your little boy Bud pud put his nasty pee pee inside your soppy old puss puss whenever I tell you."

Paula suddenly stopped swatting her breasts and stood stark still in the middle of the living room. She couldn't believe what Sandra had just asked her to do. The thought of being fucked by her own son sent shivers of dread and revulsion through her painwracked body.

"Pleeeeeease, Mistress Sandra. I don't want to do that. I really don't want to have intercourse with my own son. Please don't make me do that. There are some things I just can't do."

Sandra's rage flashed across her livid face.

"Listen up and pay close attention my dear little teacher slut. I'll make you do anything that turns me on. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere. Do you understand me, bitch. Now agree to letting your little Bud pud stick his stiffie dickie into your nasty soppy old puss puss, or so help me I'll get up off this sofa and beat you black and blue with that paddle."

Paula shrank back from her Mistress in utter terror. Sandra's blinding fury convinced the teacher beyond a shadow of a doube that she better not to temporize with her Mistress but to acquiesce to her totally. And she better do it right away.

"Yessss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat, swat.

Paula returned to the task at hand.

"That's a good little Paula baby girl. And if you continue to be a really good little slut for me, I'm going to get you a nice little boy doggie to play with. And if I do, will you lick his pee pee for him whenever I tell you."

Paula did not know how far down the ladder Sandra would make her go. But she knew that now she had absolutely no choice but to obey.

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat, swat.

Click.

"She's such a good girl. And will you let Mr. boy doggie put his long, nasty doggie dickie into your soppy old puss puss whenever I tell you to."

Paula shuddered, but knew what was expected of her.

"Yesss, Mistress Sandra."

Paula's breast swats were now coming fast and hard, as she slowly but surely sank into the very depths of her masochistic degradation. Her vagina was now spasming erratically and her smooth inner thighs were becoming sticky with her secretions.

Paula's labored breathing was shallow and fast. Sweat gleamed on every surface of her pink skin. She felt red hot and feverish. The throbbing pain in her breasts and vulva had become a dull ache that spread to her whole body. And the ache inside her just added to her overall sense of salaciousness.

She saw herself in her mind's eye; totally naked, clothes pinned and bungee corded in front of her Mistress and her daughter, torturing herself with the wooden paddle to amuse her tormentors, agreeing readily to do the most degrading things with her own son and a dog she had not even met, yet.

"And will you let Ms. Bently from school play with your little private parts and punish your nasty little slave body anytime I tell you to."

Here was yet another rung on the down ladder to her lost soul.

"Yesss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat, swat.

Click

"And will you let little Gracie from the pet store play with you some more and eat her little sniz for her whenever I tell you to. She really seemed to like it when you chewed her yesterday."

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra."

"And will you be an obedient little slaveslut to our Headmistress Margaret when I tell you to."

One more rung down the one-way ladder.

"Yesss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat, swat.

"And will you toungkiss, and titlick, and pussmunch any little student of yours I tell you to. I think you will enjoy that a whole lot. Don't you. All those sexy warm girlouths to french, and all those smooth young breasts to lick, and all those sweet, tight snizzes to lick."

Yet another rung down.

"Yesss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat, swat, swat, swat.

Click.

"And will you allow anyone I say to play with your little puss puss and buttyhole. Anyone at all. Anytime I say."

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra."

Swat, swat, swat, swat.

The words Sandra had said and her own agreement drew Paula very close to the edge.

"Oh yeeeess, Mistress Sandra." Paula now knew that she was absolutely and irrevocably lost. Her past, her career, even her family; all was irretrievably gone forever.

The overwhelming certainty of this realization combined with the self abuse of her tender titflesh and pussyflesh to push Paula over the final brink into a screaming shattering series of orgasms. She fell down on the floor and rolled around as if she were having a seizure. Spasm after depraved spasm wracked her blood engorged vulva. Her naked body thrashed around like a boated fish. She squealed out like a little girl at Christmas opening her presents. She literally spat secretions out of the orifices of her body. She peed herself. She wallowed on the floor like a spastic pig, moaning and crying out, and surrendering herself; surrendering totally, completely, and absolutely.

Watching her mother abuse herself so painfully and listening to her agree so readily to all the nasty things Sandra had demanded was too much for Kathy. She bucked hard against Sandra's driving fingers in a staccato series of hunches and crashed screaming through her own orgasm barrier.

"Mommy is soooo sick." Kathy chanted loudly over and over as her uncontrollable vaginal spasms continued unabated. Her long smooth thighs scissored against each other. Her pelvis arched off the sofa, driving again and again into Sandra's fingers.

"Yummy, yummy, yummy," the fifteen year old screamed at the top of her lungs.

Mother and daughter dueted in a descant of purest extasy, while Sandra took it all in with a big grin all over her face. The seventeen year old just sat there very quietly on the sofa; watching the lewd spectacle, enjoying the charnel choral recital.

Kathy suddenly slumped over on the sofa and drifted quietly off to sleep. Paula just kept going for all she was worth.

After a long time, Paula began to come back to reality. Slowly and sheepishly, after she received Sandra's nod of regal approval, she unhooked the constricting bungee cords and removed the springy clothespins from their various locations on her tormented body.

Sandra stood up and walked over to her teacher, who lay back down on the living room floor; weak and weary. The seventeen year old Mistress squatted over the older woman and stroked Paula's tousled, sweat matted hair.

"She's a goooood girl, she's a real gooooood girl. I'm so proud of my itty bitty Pauladoggie."

Sandra moved her warm, caressing hand all over her now totally recumbant teacher slave's body, comforting and reassuring.

Paula wriggled a little in purest delight at her Mistress's complements and her consoling ministrations.

"I love you so much, Mistress Sandra, Paula whispered."

"I know you do, Paula," Sandra smiled.

More tender strokes.

"Nice Pauladoggie. Yeeeess, that's a nice Pauladoggee."

This kept on for quite some time.

Paula finally drifted off to serene slumber while Sandra continued to fondle her tenderly.

Once again, Sandra smiled.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Eighteen:

Eventually, Kathy woke up. And while Paula continued to sleep peacefully at their feet like the contented doggieslut she was, Sandra and Kathy kept each other occupied till lunchtime with sexy nuzzling, cuddling, petting, necking, and licking. When they talked at all, they schemed quietly about all the different possible ways there were to molest and mistreat Paula; and they giggled a lot.

Paula was so drained by her self punishment, that Sandra decided to leave her alone for the remainder of the morning. Besides, she was having too much fun with Kathy.

Of course, when she and Kathy got hungry later on, Sandra woke Paula up and ordered her to prepare and serve lunch.

While Paula was thus occupied, Kathy called her bratty friend Jill Butler on the phone and asked her to come over about one o'clock that afternoon for "some kewl fun and some junk." Jill was more than happy to agree. She knew she always had sexy fun at Kathy's house.

After lunch was finished and Paula had cleaned up, Sandra looked over at her brightly and said, "Paula baby girl, do you have to go walkees?"

Reluctantly, Paula admitted to her Mistress that she needed to do her business. She certainly did not want to go out in the back yard in broad daylight naked as she was and relieve herself by squatting in the grass. But she knew full well that she must do just that if it wer her Mistress's whim.

"Well Paulapuppy, because its daylight outside and since you were such a good, submissive little Paulapuppy this morning, you can put on Kathy's crop top and a long skirt, so your neighbors won't have to see you doing your business outside. We'll save that for another time. Ok."

Paula's gratitude at Sandra's gesture of forbearance was unbounded.

"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you very much."

"Not a problem. Paula baby girl. Just remember how nice I was to you so you can pay me back properly later on."

Paula nodded her head enthusiastically and ran into Kathy's bedroom, found her daughter's discarded crop top, and wriggled into the too tight article of clothing. The crop top only covered the top two-thirds of her big breasts, but that beat having to go outside topless.

Paula then ran into her own bedroom, rummaged around in her closet, and got out the longest, widest skirt she could find. She slid it up her long, bare legs and fastened it around her waist.

When Paula was dressed, she raced to the back door and whimpered to be let out like the desperate little puppy she was.

Eventually, Sandra got herself dressed and came along, but without her leash.

"Paula baby girl, can I trust you not to run away if I leave your leash inside?"

"Oh yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula exulted at the thought of not having to wear the leash outside. "I won't run away, I promise."

"Ok Paulapuppy. I'll trust you to be a good little doggiewoggie. But if you try to run off, I'll catch you and bring you back in this house for a round of punishment that makes what you've gone through so far seem like a picnic in the park.""

Paula nodded her head in understanding, her ponytail shifting back and forth across her shoulders.

Sandra opened the back door and let Paula out into the sunlit back yard.

"Now go over by that flower bed, squat down, and do your little puppy duty like the nasty little doggieslut you are."

Paula literally ran to the flowerbed, opened her legs as wide as the skirt would permit, and squatted down.

Just as Paula began relieving herself, Jill Butler came scampering around the corner.

Jill brought herself up short as she saw Kathy's mother squatting by the flowerbed. Then she saw Sandra looming over Mrs. Beale with a wicked grin on her face.

Then Jill heard something that she just couldn't believe; a hissing that could only be the sound of a female urinating. It had to be Mrs. Beale. It just had to be.

"Hi Mrs. Beale," Jill looked down at her friend's mother squatting by her flowerbed.

"Is that you I hear pissing."

Paula, in utter embarrassment, attempted to stop her golden flow, but to no avail, so full was her bladder. She just bowed her head in mortification and kept on pissing.

"You must be Jill. Hi, I'm Sandra."

"Hi Sandra. Is that really Mrs. Beale I hear peeing."

"Answer the nice little lady, Paula baby girl," Sandra said, a sharp edge in her voice.

Paula looked up at her Mistress with pleading eyes.

"Answer her, Paula."

"Yes, Jill. It's me you hear peeing."

"Yes, Jill," Sandra looked over at Kathy's friend. "Don't you make your own doggie pee outside."

"Sure I do> But Mrs. Beale isn't a dog."

"She is if I make her be one," Sandra said with cold authority.

"Kewl. I bet Kathy is happy about that."

"Oh she is; she is. Isn't she, Paula."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula said meekly as she finished her business and slowly stood up.

Jill couldn't tear her wide eyes off Paula's big breasts pushing out the bottom of Kathy's skintight crop top.

Sandra noticed where Jill was looking and smiled sweetly.

"Do you like Paula baby girl's big udders, Jill."

Jill licked her full lips in anticipation. Where was this all going.

"I've liked them from the first day I saw them under those thin blouses she always wears."

"Well then, go ahead and feel her up if you want to. I like to watch my little teacher slut being felt up by another girl. You don't mind, do you, Paula baby girl."

"No, Mistress Sandra. I don't mind if Jill feels me up."

Once again Paula was in mental and physical turmoil and anguish. Half of her wanted to run into the house and never come out again. The other, stronger, half desperately wanted Jill's exploring, demanding fingers all over her breasts, and anywhere else on her body that excited Jill's salacious curiosity. Truth to tell, Paula had to admit to herself that she was secretly looking forward to being felt up by Kathy's young friend.

"Get up, Paula, so Jill can give you a good feel. Go ahead, Jill. Play with her."

Paula stood up straight and tall, forgetting altogether that she and the two girls were right outside in her back yard where any neighbor could plainly see them. Then Jill stretched out her hand and slid it slowly along the sensitive bottom of Paula's left breast. At first she was tentative, fearing that Paula would suddenly come to herself and slap the invading hand away. But Jill's boldness grew as she saw that Paula was not going to do anything other than just stand there meekly and let her do anything she wanted to.

As Jill continued to slide her warm hand along Paula's exposed titflesh, Sandra asked sweetly, "Paula baby girl, did you wipe yourself after you piddled."

"No, Mistress Sandra," Paula reached down to gather in the hem of her skirt so she could wipe her urine moistened labia with the back of her hand.

"Oh let me, please Sandra," Jill asked earnestly.

"I really want to play with her pussy. Can I, huh. Please."

"Sure Jill. If you really want to."

"Hold up your skirt, Paula baby girl, so Jill can wipe your little baby girl snatch for you. And thank her for being so nice as to wipe your little peehole."

Paula held her skirt to her waist and spread her legs a little so Jill could get at her crotch. She began shivering all over in anticipation of the lewd feelings she would soon experience caused by Jill's intimate touch.

Jill bent down and looked closely at Paula's dewy labia. She poked and prodded them with her index finger, then slid it slowly from Paula's clit back to her little pucker, then, just as slowly, back forward. She could feel the hot golden drops on her finger and the slickness of the mucus membrane caused by the older woman's secretions.

"Wow," Jill whispered so quietly that Sandra had trouble hearing her. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time, Mrs. Beale; I mean Paula baby girl."

Jill giggled as she watched Paula's thighs flex at her touch.

Back and forth the devilish little index finger slid across and around Paula's sensitive labia. Paula began to hunch uncontrollably against Jill's insistent digit.

Jill giggled like a little girl as she continued to play her sexgame with her friend's horny mother.

Suddenly,, Jill pulled her finger away and raised back up.

"No more of that little Paula baby girl until you prove to me that you deserve it," Jill said with mock severity. Then she slowly stuck her finger in her mouth and licked all of Paula's golden residue off it.

"Ummmmmmm, you taste real good, Paula baby girl, " Jill swirled her tongue around her lips.

"Not quite as good as Kathy's, but close; real close."

"Maybe after a little while, I'll get a bigger sample. And maybe so will you, sweetie."

"You know, Paula baby girl, Kathy and I sixty-nine each other all the time. Do you know how to really lick a girlpussy, Paula. We sure do after all that practice."

Jill looked at Paula with a hungry, expectant look on her face.

"She's learning, but she needs a lot more practice," Sandra assured her new friend.

"Let's go back inside now, Paulapuppy. Do you want to join us, Jill."

"You bet. Can you make Paulapuppy here do other tricks beside peeing outside?"

"All kinds. You just wait and see."

At the sound of Sandra's wanton words about her, Paula's vagina gave a lewd, expectant twitch. She had had some deeply secret sexual fantasies about Jill for a couple years now, and now she was going to see if at lease some of her fantasies might come true.

When they were all inside. Kathy immediately came over to Jill and began frenchkissing her like she was a long lost lover while her mother looked on in surprise and not a little envy. Jill always loved the sexual attention she got from her friend, Kathy. That's why she spent any free time Mike left her at Kathy's house.

Kathy had dressed for the occasion in her mother's dark blue bathrobe and nothing else. She led Sandra, Jill, and Paula into the living room, then plopped herself down on the sofa. Jill, wearing one of Mike's tee shirts and a pair of tight short shorts plopped down right beside her. Sandra took a seat across the coffee table and made Paula stand beside her.

"Get naked, slut teach, so I can feel you up while I watch the show the girls are going to put on for us. You know I just have to have my hands on that sexy subby bod of yours. "

Paula immediately did as she was told. As she got out of her clothes, her entire being was looking forward to her Mistress's hands on her body while she watched her daughter and her little friend girllover get it on. The older woman no longer gave a thought of embarrassment to her own nakedness in front of the girls, so intense was her desire to do what her Mistress had commanded. Sandra and the girls were also completely unselfconscious. They all just wanted to get on with it.

Almost immediately Jill's left hand reached under the bathrobe and began sliding up and down on Kathy's long, silky thigh.

"Can I borrow her for a minute, Sandra," Kathy said languidly as Jill slid her warm, loving hand up and down the top of her long leg.

"Sure, Kathy."

"Mommiekins," Kathy ordered in a soft yet no-nonsense tone of voice. "Get down on your knees over here and take Jill's short shorts off for her. I want my fingers deep in her pudding right now."

Paula fell to the living room floor, crawled up to the sofa, and began tugging Jill's short shorts down her long sexy legs. As soon as she was unfettered by the short shorts, Jill splayed her thighs wantonly and Kathy began feeling her up.

Paula's tongue lolled out of her mouth and moved absentmindedly around her lips in distracted desire to put her mouth where Kathy's fingers were. Sandra noticed and smiled. She felt just about the same way, herself. Jill's smooth puss looked way good enough to eat.

In response to Kathy's palpation of her vulva, Jill leaned over and gave her friend a wet, sloppy kiss.

After a time, Kathy slowly slid her mucus covered fingers out of her girlfriend's sniz and held them up for inspection.

"Want a taste, Mommy girl."

"Yes, Kathy," Paula panted.

"Ask me nice like a good little mommieslut."

"Please, Kathy. Please may I have a taste of Jill on your fingers. Please."

Kathy smiled sweetly at her mother, stretched out her hand and offered her her girlsex-drenched digits. Paula immediately leaned over and sucked her daughter's long fingers way back into her mouth. Jill's secretions were muskysweetsalty, and Paula almost fainted from the sheer joy of licking Jill's girljuice off Kathy's fingers. There was only one thing that would have been better, and that was getting it from the source direct.

Jill watched her friend's mother licking and sucking away on Kathy's fingers with a smirk on her face. This could be the beginning of a very satisfying relationship, satisfying for Jill, that is. What a trip it would be having both mother and daughter to love on her at the same time. There were definitely possibilities.

When Paula had finished sucking and slurping every last drop, Kathy removed her fingers from her mother's mouth and re-inserted them deep into Jill's soppy vagina. Jill squealed and bit down on her lower lip as an inferno of erotic sensations overcame her.

Paula looked on hungrily as Kathy continued to piston her fingers in and out of Jill's tight young sniz. The submissive teacher's vagina was dripping lubricating fluid all down her thigh. She wanted Jill so much. She craved sticking her hungry tongue where her daughter's fingers were.

"Watching Kathy sex up her little friend gets you hot, doesn't it Paula baby girl," Sandra leaned over and whisperlicked the question into her teacher's ear.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I'm so hot. I want her; I want her real bad. Please, please, pleasssssseeeeee."

Paula's eyes flashed feverbrigh and her breathing became shallow and irregular. She was developing a certifiable case of the hots for the little fifteen year old girl wriggling sensuously under her daughter's expert hand.

"Well then, you silly old cow; go ahead and put you slurpy mouth on Jill's tight little pussy and help Kathy bring her off. Go on. Do it right now." Paula happily complied, leaning far over and taking as much of Jill's pudendum into her mouth as possible.

Jill squealed again as she felt Paula's sucking mouth and her licking tongue augment Kathy's driving fingers. She hunched up against the dual invasion for a few more seconds, then screamed out just as loud as she could when her orgasm took her over; body and soul.

A little pump of white viscous Jillfluid flowed over Kathy's fingers and onto Paula's tongue. Then another and another, as Jill's tight vagina spasmed over and over again.

Jill shook her head from side to side and arched her pelvis up to meet the continuing ministrations of her little friend and her mother.

Paula sucked and licked for all she was worth. Kathy continued to jab her fingers inside Jill's now fully opened vagina.

"Does Jill taste good, Paula baby girl."

"Ummmmmmmmm, huuuuuuummmmmmm."

"While you're down there, don't forget to tonguewash her little pucker for her real good. I bet she'll like that. Especially if you do it for her," Sandra snickered.

Paula didn't care anymore how embarrassing or degrading her actions were. All she wanted in this whole wide world right at that very minute was to continue to be allowed to taste Jill's yummy sexsecretions and to keep licking subserviently around and about on all the young girl's little netherholes.

"Ummmmmmmm. Your Mommy is almost as great a pussylicker as you are, Kathy," Jill giggled as she stretched her arms and legs in sensuous satisfaction at the job Paula was doing for her.

"Well, she should be. We've trained her well enough."

At the sound of her daughter's words of praise, Paula burrowed her tongue even deeper than before into Jill's warm moist crotch.

After a time, when all Jill's drippings had been consumed, Paula moved down to the young girl's little pinkeye, and began licking and jabbing with the very tip of her ravenous tongue.

"Ummmmmmmm hmuuuuummmmmm. She's a pretty good asshole licker too, Kathy. But is she any good at sucking dick?"

"Why, I don't really know," Kathy mused. "We haven't tried her on it yet. Truthfully, Sandra and I thought that we would start her on Bud's little dookie doo; then work her up to slurping on a friendly doggie dick; then on to a real big one, like maybe Mike's."

"Well, when you think she's ready, Mike has a dong that's fat and long. She could do lots worse in the training department than to suck on his pole for awhile. I'm sure he would let her if she begged him real nice."

"We will definitely keep Mike in mind when it comes time to introduce her to monkeyman meat, again. Of course, we know she was already fucked at least twice. So it won't be absolutely new to her."

All three girls had a good laugh at Paula's expense.

After Paula had cleaned Jill's asshole as squeaky as she had her pussy, she lay back down on the living room floor to rest and savor Jill's taste in her mouth and on her tongue.

Sandra looked over at her reclining teacher slut. The seventeen year old slid her bare foot languedly back and forth along her naked teacher's side and upturned hip.

"Paula baby girl, are you still horny," Sandra asked sweetly. "I bet you still are."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula admitted with absolutely no embarrassment. "I'm still very horny."

"Well then, go over to the sofa and hunch yourself off on Jill's leg, just like you did last night with Kathy. That will get you off, and we girls will get to see a real slutty show in the bargain."

"Did you actually make your mom hunch on your leg to get herself off, Kathy," Jill asked incredulously.

"Sure did, and the bitch got off real good on it too, didn't you, Mommy girl."

"Yes, Kathy. I got off really good hunching on your leg for you."

"Paula baby girl, you bad doggie. Why don't you come on over here to me then and straddle my leg like a good little slut." Jill coaxed her girlfriend's mother over to her as she patted her thigh. "And I'll take you for a sweet little horsie ride. I want to see what it feels like when a big grown up mommieslut like you cums herself out all over my little leg."

How much more degradation was going to be enough for these sadistic little women wondered Paula as she straddled Jill's outthrust leg. But the salacious thought of getting herself off in such a sick fashion compelled her go ahead with it.

"Here's the lotion, Jill." Kathy said as she handed her friend the container left over from last night.

"Smear some on your leggypoo so Mommy girl can really get off on hunching you.

Jill put some of the creamy lotion on her hand, then she proceeded to apply it slowly and sensupusly to her creamysmooth thigh, knee, and calf. Paula raised up off her leg so Jill could cover every part. The back of Jill's hand rubbed around on the older woman's moist vulva and inner thighs as Jill smoothed the slick lotion onto her leg.

"Now hunch me real good, Paula baby girl. Get my leg all wet from your nasty old mommiepussy. If you cum on my leg, I'll let you wipe it all off with those big, floppy titties of yours. Won't that be a treat."

The older woman nodded her head enthusiastically and settled her moist vulva on Jill's thigh just above the knee. Then she began to slide her crotch up and down the girl's satin thigh.

"Hunch it good for me, Mommy girl. Make me real proud of my nasty little Mommieslut," Kathy encouraged.

"Yeah, Paula baby girl. I better see some world class hunching going on over there," Sandra chimed in for good measure.

Needing no encouragement whatsoever but turned on just the same by the words of her daughter and student, Paula ground her vagina hard against Jill's smooth young thighflesh made slick by the lotion. Back and forth; back and forth.

"Oh boy," Jill giggled out loud. "This here bitchdoggie can really hunch a leg, can't she, girls."

Jill grabbed the older woman's ponytail and tugged on it hard each time Paula slid up her outstretched leg, forcing the older woman to look directly into her young, lust-filled face.

"You just love it, don't you, bitch," Jill said in a sharp whisper.

"Unnnn huhhhhhh."

Paula continued to slide up and down Jill's smooth thigh like a piston, until she looked just like a big dog hunching a woman's leg to get itself off. The sensuous friction caused by Paula's hunching and the degrading way she was having to derive her erotic satisfaction finally were just too much for her. Giving little squeals and yips of pleasure, Paula hunched herself right into a grinding brace of orgasms.

"Ummmmmmm, ohhhhhhhh. That's sooooo goooooood."

Paula continued to slide and grind her sex into Jill's silky thigh for long, happy minutes after the powerful orgasms had subsided. Then, when it became obvious by the slowing of her movements that the wanton teacher had finally come down a little, Jill told Paula to slide off of her thigh and wipe all that nasty cum cum of hers that was running all down the girl's leg off her with her big breasts. Paula happily complied with long, tickling swipes of her pendent udders as she swayed back and forth above the young girl's sticky leg.

After Paula had gotten all of her lotion-mixed secretions off Jill's leg, she reached up and massaged the creamy mixture into her breastflesh with her hands. The wonderfully salacious feeling of sliding her sex-sticky hands over her own breasts was heightened immensely for Paula by the expressions of sick wonder she saw on the faces of the three girls watching her. It was just such a turn on for the older woman to do this sort of slutty thing in front of her new mistress Jill, not to mention Kathy and Sandra.

For a time, the threew girls just sat back and watched Paula continue her lewd display, head thrown back and eyes closed. Then, they grew bored and decided to go on to the next degrading scenario.

Paula, sensing the change in mood of her tormentors, leaned forward and began giving Jill's clean leg a thoroughgoing tonguebath. Jill was not one bit surprised when Paula used the opportunity to lick way high along her inner thigh and even onto her moistening puffy little netherlips. Jill rewarded Paula's wanton efforts by treating her to a little spurt of girlpee. The older woman thurstily slurped down Jill's offering and pined for even more.

As she finished peeing, Jill looked over at Kathy and Sandra with determination in her eyes.

"I want Mike to have a piece of this slut, and I don't think you should wait to work her up to it. Mike will train her right from the start, and all those other dicks you were talking about giving her beforehand will be nothing compared to his big fuckrod. Ask me; I should know."

Sandra and Kathy exchanged happy glances.

"Hey, Jill. That sounds like a good idea. Besides I'd like to see Paula baby girl here begging to get fucked by a real stud."

"So can I call and ask him to come on over. He'll freak at the opportunity to fuck a full grown woman like Paula here, especially a schoolteacher whom he has know for a while."

Kathy and Sandra nodded in mutual agreement.

"Sure, Jill; why not."

"You don't mind, do you Paula baby girl," asked Sandra mocksweetly. I bet you haven't had a dick up your slit since your husband died."

Paula gave a little wriggle as she realized what her Mistress had just agreed to and continued to lickslurp on Jill's young snatch.

"I think Paula goes for the idea," Jill giggled as her friend's mother continued to lave her netherlips.

"Why don't YOU call Mr. Mike, Paula baby girl. An invitation for a young stallion like Mike to come over and fuck a big grown up girl like you is a whole lot more enticing when it comes directly from the fuckee herself. Don't you think so."

Paula raised up from what she was doing, blushed and nodded.

"Go on and give her the number, Jill."

"More than happy to oblige, Sandra. You know I'll do anything to keep my man happy, including offering him a nice, ripe teacher slut like Paula here to fuck.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Nineteen:

"Here's the phone, Mommy girl," Kathy handed her bare ass naked mother the cordless.

"Go ahead and call Mike right now and ask him to come over and fuck your soppy pussy for you. And you better use those words exactly."

Paula took the telephone from her daughter and slowly punched in the number Jill gave her. As the phone rang, the older woman was beset by sudden fear. First it was Sandra, then her colleague Ann, then Sandra's friend Gracie, then her own daughter Kathy, then Kathy's friend Jill. Now she was inviting another person to own her. Would it ever end. And what degrading, humiliating, painful things would Mike make her do to prove his control over her.

Mike's mother Charlotte answered the phone. Paula recognized her voice right away, and she was embarrassed beyond belief to have to deal with her neighbor. For her part, Sandra noticed Paula's disquietude right away, and she began to scheme.

"Hi Charlotte, this is Paula Beale. May I please speak to Mike."

Charlotte Rogers could hear the nervousness in her friend's voice, and it made her more than a little curious.

"Oh, hi Paula. Do you need Mike to run an errand for you or something?"

Paula choked on her next words.

"I really need him to come over here for awhile; may I speak to him, please."

"Sure Paula," Doris Rogers said with just a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "I'll get him right away for you."

Paula was flushed with embarrassment. She knew that Doris suspected something by the sound of her voice. This was not good.

"Hello Mrs. Beale; this is Mike."

"Hi Mike," Paula faltered, her voice shaking.

"What can I do for you, Mrs. Beale."

"Mike, Jill is over here and she told me to call you."

"Jill TOLD you to call me."

"Yes, Mike. Jill told me to invite you over here to my house."

"Jill told you to invite me over to your house."

"Yes. Mike. I am asking you to come over here to my house because Jill told me to."

"Why, Mrs. Beale."

Paula almost couldn't make herself say the next sentence. But one look over at the three young girls watching her convinced her that she had to go through with it.

"Because; because I want you to...."

"You want me to what, Mrs. Beale."

Mike's tone of voice let Paula know that he was becoming aware that something odd was happening at the Beale house, and he strongly suspected that whatever it was had to do with something very unpleasant for Mrs. Beale.

"Mike, Jill is making me call and ask you to come over here to my house, and ... fuck my soppy pussy for me."

Paula's trembling voice was barely above a whisper.

"Did I hear you right, Mrs. Beale."

Paula gulped and answered "yes."

"I'll be right over," Mike laughed heartily as he hung up the phone.

"What did he say, Paula baby girl," Sandra smirked.

"He's coming right over," Paula replied in an anxious whisper. What was happening to her. What had she gotten herself into. Here she was, a grown woman, inviting a teenager over to her house with the express purpose of having sexual intercourse with him in front of his girlfriend, her own daughter, and her teenage Mistress.

Furthermore, Sandra was right about her not having sex with a man since her husband had died. She hardly remembered what it felt like. What was Mike going to do to her.

Sandra broke Paula's anxious chain of thought.

"Paula baby girl, just who were you talking to before Mike answered."

Paula looked over at her Mistress.

"I was talking to Mike's mother, Mistress Sandra."

"And what's her name, Pauladumdum."

"Charlotte, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra looked at Jill.

"And what does thic Charlotte look like, Jill baby."

Jill looked at her new friend quizically.

"She's about Paula's age. She looks pretty good. I saw her in a two piece last summer, and she has a good bod. A bit thin, but good legs and small, tuff boobs."

Sandra looked back over at Paula.

"Paula baby girl, how would you like to do the nasty with this Charlotte person while my friends and I watch."

Paula was completely nonplussed. She had never thought about a sexual encounter with Charlotte Rogers, though they had been friends for years. But upon reflection, she had to admit that the notion appealed to her prurient interest.

"I think so, Mistress Sandra," Paula admitted sheepishly, the thought of a lesbian encounter with her old friend sending wanton shivers down her spine.

"So you think so, missy. Maybe put that slick, wet tongue of yours right in her pussy, just where old studly Mike came out to play. In fact, maybe we can fix things so we get to watch our Paula here do some really nastyslutty things to Charllotte and then make Charlotte let Mikey play with her, too."

Jill sucked in her breath.

"You mean bllackmail Charlotte into letting Mike fuck her while we all watch."

Sandra smiled.

"Sure, why not. Every boy wants to fuck his mother, and I bet that Mike would really like the opportunity to have a shot at his mom, especially if she looks as good as you say."

"Oh, she does," chimed in Kathy.

"I've seen her in her underwear when she and mom were dressing for a party, and she looks pretty inviting."

Sandra smiled wickedly as she turned back to look at Paula, whose face was red with embarrasment.

"Well sweetie, If Mikie is coming over to have sex with you, you had better get yourself all nice and ready for him. You WILL want to look extra special sexy for your big ole studlyboy, or he might turn his nose up at an old bitch like you."

"Yeah Paula," Jill giggled. "He's used to a young fox like me. He might not want to screw an old broad like you. You'll have to encourage him."

"Hadn't we better get something on our own bods as well," Kathy wanted to know. "We don't want studly Mike distracted by three nearly naked teenfoxes while he's making up his mind about whether to fuck ole Mommiesweet here."

"Sure thing, girls. Lets all get something on. Do you think we can pour Paula baby girl into your short shorts, Kathy?"

"It'll be a job because of that big butt of hers, but I'm up for it if you two are."

Jill giggled and nodded total agreement.

So it was that ten minutes later, when Paula opened the door to let Mike into her house, she was wearing Kathy's way too tight short shorts and one of her own thin white blouses, completely unbuttoned of course.

"Well, well," Mike said as he took in his soon to be newest sexual conquest. "What a surprise."

"Isn't she just delicious, Mikey," Jill giggled from over on the sofa.

"She sure is; but what's this all about?"

Sandra stood by her teacher slave and ran her possessive hand up and down Paula's midriff along the outside of her open blouse.

"Well Mike, it's like this. My name is Sandra and Paula baby girl here belongs to me. She's my teacher over at Bridewell and she's also my little slutpuppy sexslave."

"Mrs. Beale belongs to you," Mike said incredulously as he watched the seventeen year old run her wanton hands freely over the embarrassed teacher's nearly naked body.

"Yes, Mike. You could say I own Paula baby girl here. She's my willing subby sex toy. And I think it would entertain me and the girls here to see her get a good fucking from a big buck stud like you. In other words, I want you to make her fuck you. How about it."

It didn't take Mike three seconds to figure everything out.

"Sure, Sandra; anything you say."

"Oh and Mike honey, I want you to be kind of rough with her. In fact, the rougher,the better. You see, I like to see my subbysluts really get hurt and humiliated. Is that ok with you Paula baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula sighed, totally focused upon her Mistress's wandering hands.

"It's ok with me, too," Mike eyed his prey as if she were a side of prime beef and he a slaughterhouse worker. "I've lusted after Mrs. Beale; I mean Paula baby girl here; for years. I have some really kinky things I've been dreaming about doing to her."

"Well be my guest, as long as Jill, Kathy, and I get to watch you."

"Sure thing, Sandra. I like an audience. Expecially when one is my girlfriend and another is Paula baby girl's own daughter. This should be a real trip."

Sandra smiled broadly and joined Kathy and Jill on the sofa. Mike looked over at Paula with hungry, lust-filled eyes.

"Ok Paula baby, get that big girl bod of yours over here. I've got some really pervie plans for you that I've been saving up."

Now that the moment of truth had arrived, Paula was having some serious second thoughts. She stood immobile in the middle of the living room with her eyes tightly closed, her head shaking 'no'.

"Please Mistress Sandra; please don't let him hurt me. I don't want to do this any more. Please."

Mike unbuckled his wide leather belt and pulled it free of his slacks.

"I said, get your big butt over here, Paula. I've got something special just for you."

The terrified teacher knew by the sound of his voice that she was lost. Slowly Paula walked toward the seventeen year old boy, dread weighting her every step.

"That's a good girl, Paula. Now, stand right in front of me," Mike leered as the nearly naked teacher came to a stop right in front of him.

Mike looked Paula up and down.

"For a middle aged lady, you sure are a sexy thing with your blouse all unbuttoned like that so I can see your fine looking tits and wearing those supertight shortshorts that really set off those long, sexy legs of yours. We're going to have a lot of fun together this aftermoon, aren't we, Paula."

Paula looked up at Mike, hoping against hope to see some compassion in his face, and finding absolutely none whatsoever.

"Aren't we, bitch."

"Yes, Mike."

"Now Sandra says that I should make you fuck me. Is that right."

"Yes, Mike," Paula whispered.

"But I don't want to MAKE you fuck me, Paula baby. I want you to want to fuck me. In fact, what I really want is for you to beg me to fuck you like a good little slut."

Then it came to Mike.

"Better yet, Paula baby girl; what I want is for you to beg me to rape you."

Mike was really getting into his power trip and the prospects of humiliating and hurting this half naked woman in front of him were really turning him on.

Paula didn't know what to do, but Mike's demeanor was really scaring her.

Mike suddenly raised his left hand, the one holding the belt that he had doubled up, and then he brought the belt down hard on the top of Paula's right breast. The thin material of her open blouse offered no protection whatsoever.

CRACK

"Aaaaggggggggghhhhh," Paula screamed at the intense pain. She fell to the floor; then hugged her breasts and began rolling around.

"Get back on your feet, bitch, and take your arms down," Mike screamed. "I didn't give you permission to lie on the floor or cover yourself up."

Paula continued to roll around, totally oblivious to anything but the searing pain in her breast.

Mike angrily leaned over and cracked his doubled up belt several times against the cheeks of her exposed butt that the short shorts didn't cover up.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK

"Omigod," the tormented teacher screamed at the top of her voice. It was clear from her gyrations and squeals that she was in real pain.

"Please Mike. Please don't hit me anymore. Please. It really hurts."

"You heard what Mike said, Paula baby girl," Sandra screamed.

"Get up right now."

Sandra was clearly angry at her slave's insubordination.

"Last change, Paula; before I really wear you out with this belt of mine."

Paula summoned all of her remaining strength and slowly got to her feet. She trembled mightily as she took her assigned stand in front of the belt wielding boy.

"Remember who you belong to, Paula baby girl," Sandra said softly from the sofa. "Remember that I am making you submit to Mr. Mike because it turns me way on to have him abuse you this way. Remember that you love me and want to make me happy so you'll let Mike do anything he wants to you and you will obey him as if her were your Mistress herself."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Mike reached his hand out and fondled the breast he had just punished with his belt. Paula sucked in her breath as the seventeen year old squeezed the tender enflamed flesh.

"Stand perfectly still while I touch up your other breast for you, Paula," Mike said quietly as he shifted the belt from his left to his right hand.

"Please, please no," Paula said under her breath, knowing it would do no good whatsoever.

Like a snake, the belt struck, suddenly and painfully.

CRACK

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, ogod, ogod, ogod. It hurts so mucccch."

Paula screamed directly into her torturer's smiling face, but did not dare to flinch or move out of position.

CRACK

"Uuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh."

CRACK

"Ohhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Paula knew not to move away from Mike's sadistic ministrations to her tender breasts but it took every last bit of willpower she had to just stand there while he continued to hit her titflesh with that belt.

"Now, Paula. Reach your hands up under your tits and hold them out for the belt to kiss."

Paula really did not want to do this, but the look on Mike's face assured her that she must. She slid her hands under her breasts and lifted them so that her open blous slid away to the sides.

CRACK.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.

"Ohhhhhhhhh. Pleeeeeeeeeeaassssssseeeeeeeee stop."

CRACK.

"I'm just going to keep doing this until you beg me to rape you."

"Ohhhhmiigooooooodddddddddd. Please, please. Please stop. It huuuuuurrrrrrrrrtttttttts."

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.

Paula could no longer stand the gnawing pain caused by Mikes' titbeating belt. She fell to the living room floor again and rolled around, screaming piteously.

Mike limbered his arm and began beating the writhing teacher all over her body with his belt as she writhed on the floor and continued to scream her lungs out.

"Do you want me to stop, bitch? Do you?"

Paula couldn't stop screaming, so much was she in agony.

More slaps from the demonic belt found her vulnerable body. Long, red welts began appearing against the tan of her skin. Her legs, her arms, her breasts, her butt; all were getting a full dose of Mike's sadistic medicine.

"I said, do you want me to stop?"

Paula called on every reserve of will that remained to her and cried out.

"Yes, yes, yes, please, please stop. Please, oh please, please, please stop."

"What will you do for me if I stop?"

"Please, please; I'll do anything you say. It huurrrrttttttssssss."

"Stand up, bitch."

Paula once again got unsteadily to her feet.

Paula knew she just couldn't stand any more of the belt flogging. She looked at Mike and cried out "please fuck me, Mike."

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK

"Ohhhhhhmigoddddddddddddddd."

Paula fell to her knees again in sheer agony, but she had enough presence of mind not to let herself fall all the way to the floor this time.

Very quickly, the tortured teacher stood back up in front of her sadistic neighbor boy and assumed the position.

"Beg me, bitch, before I really start to wail on those big floppy tits of yours."

Paula tried to put as much sincerity in her voice as she possibly could.

"Please, please Mike; fuck me hard. Rape me. I need to be fucked by a real stud like you. I need it bad."

"That's much better, Paula baby. Now take naked. I want to see that big girl slut body of yours bare ass. This is going to be great, seeing a grown woman like you getting completely naked and begging for my cock.

Paula threw off her blouse, but had difficulty getting out of the incredibly tight short shorts. Kathy and Jill pulled them off her, then they spent a few minutes playfully slapping her butt for her in partial payment for the assist.

When they had had enough fun with their victim, Kathy and Jill turned a bare ass naked and blushing Paula back over to Mike's tender mercies.

The teen boy kicked off his sandals and pointed to his slacks covered crotch.

"Paula baby, pull down my pants and wet my cutting tool for me real good with that sweet woman mouth of yours."

Before the words were out of his mouth, Paula had crawled over to him and was unbuttoning and unzipping Mike's slacks and pulling them down over his butt to his knees.

The seventeen year old stud wasn't wearing underwear, and his long, thick penis was fully erect. Paula looked at the long stiff member with awe and not a little fear. Sandra and the other girls looked at it with fierce hunger in their eyes. For just an instant, Sandra envied her teacher slave what was going to happen to her very soon.

Without being bidden further, Paula began licking and smooching around the base and underside of Mike's thick pole. Then she slid her tongue up the length of the shaft and all around the blood engorged head.

"Stop playing with it, Paula, and really start to suck on that thing. Get it all wet and slicky with your spit for me."

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK

Sharp blows from Mike's belt lacerated a wide crisscross pattern on the teacher's bare back.

Paula responded to Mike's stinging belt swats to her back by quickly crawling away from him across the living floor as fast as she could. But every time she came close to escaping his belt, either Sandra or Kathy or Jill would jump up off the sofa, head her off, and push her back toward her tormentor.

All four teens laughed heartily at the older woman's predicament as they chased the fear crazed crawling naked teacher back and forth all around the living room. Each of the teenagers took the opportunity to slap whatever Paula put closest to them; legs, arms, butt, breasts, face, whatever.

After five minutes or more of this horseplay, Paula was almost hysterical with pain and terror. She finally huddled up over in the corner in a fetal ball, her arms over her face; curled up as tight as she could. Mike continued to flail away with his belt, hitting his victim's sweat drenched and flushed body indiscriminately. Her butt, her thighs, her breasts, her arms; all got a sharp taste of Mike's leather belt.

The poor teacher's earlier screams of terror and pain had now turned into plaintive little yipps, squeals, and whimpers. Mike just kept on beating her.

Suddenly, Mike hauled off and hit her three successive unbelievably hard belts macks on her unprotected bare butt.

CRACK, CRACH, CRACK

Paula screamed her lungs out; she was so far gone by that time that she lost control of her bladder and peed all over herself. This sent Mike and the three girls into riotous fits of laughter.

"Now Paula," Mike called down to his victim between belt swats. "You better hurry up and beg me pretty please to cunt rape you before there's no more cunt left on you for me to rape."

Paula just lay there on the living room floor, whimpering.

Finally, the battered teacher came to herself.

"Please, please stop. I'll do anything you want me to do, only just please stop."

Paula had become completely demoralized and utterly broken by Mike's sadistic cruelty and the way in which her Mistress and the other girls had treated her.

Mike leaned over and nonchalantly felt the older woman up for a few minutes, just to satisfy himself that she was totally under his control. He pawed around her butt, then used his fingers to plunder her slit and rosette a little bit.

Despite her pain and fear, Paula could not control her body and its demands; demands that had gotten her to the sorry state she was now in, demands that she could not deny. The pain slut teacher began responding, getting moist in the crotch and breathing heavily in anticipated animal lust. It was clear that the beating had utterly crushed her will to resist, and clearer still that Mike's roaming hand was beginning finally to turn her on.

"Ok Paula; like I said before. I want you to get my cutting tool all wet and slippery for me. Use that wet warm teacher tongue of yours. Lick me all the way from my little head to my tail."

Mike pushed his slacks all the way to the floor and stepped out of them. Then he squatted a little with his legs spread so Paula could lick all around his crotch and even get at his browneye.

Paula did not allow herself even a fraction of a second to contemplate her actions. She just crawled over to Mike and began slurping, and nuzzeling, and licking, and sucking for all she was worth. Anything, any humiliation, any degradation, any debasement, was better than that horrible belt of his.

"That's a good little slut, Paula baby. Get me all wet and slobbery for that old lady cunt of yours."

Paula eagerly did as bidden. Mike squatted even further, and the teacher increased her lewd oral attentions to his genitals and butthole.

Jill, Kathy, and Sandra had become so turned on by this show of total domination that they began petting each other. Hot kisses were exchanged, as were even hotter caresses. Mike looked over at the three loving teen girls and grinned from ear to ear. How had he gotten so damn lucky?

When Mike's cock was at full attention and his butthole was just one big itch because of Paula's worshipping tongue, he decided that now was the time to get down to the business at hand. Sandra could see it in his eyes.

"Fuck her doggie style, Mike. After all, she IS a bitch doggie, aren't you Paula puppy?"

"Unnnnnnnh huhhhhhhh."

Paula would not dare to take her ravenous mouth off the seventeen year old stud sadist's package even to answer her Mistress properly.

"Ok Paula, get doggie set for me and my fuck tool."

Paula immediately turned around facing away from her stud and got herself into a true doggie style stance; butt shoved high into the air, pussy open and easily accessible from behind.

Mike hovered over the teacher and mounted her just like he would a bitch dog. His long, fat pecker sliding easily into her sopping wet and wide open quim.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," male and female voiced chorused as the two bodies joined.

Mike reached around and grabbed handfuls of abused Paula breast flesh and used her tits as handles to pull himself solidly inside her. Paula whined; half from the pleasure of being cunt fucked so thoroughly by the young boy stud, and half from the pain that was lancing through her sensitive breasts.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Mike quipped as he let go of one of his victim's sore breasts to grab onto her ponytail and jerk her head back so that she was looking straight up at the ceiling. Paula cried out in fear and pain, but Mike just kept jabbing his long, thick member into her soppy canal. Slowly, her mind was forced to come to terms with her status in life as nothing more than Mike's fuck toy.

"I must have forgot that your tits might hurt just a little after being belt spanked. I'll be sure not to hurt them any more."

Mike accompanied his falsely solicitous words with sharp squeezes and tugs on the abused breast his hand still clutched. Paula whimpered and squealed at the pain in her breast, but after a while, she began to get off on it. Besides, Mike's stiff rod felt sooooo good inside her hungry twat.

On and on, Mike jammed his long, thick shaft into the submissive teacher. Paula responded by thrusting her hips back against his loins. She kept up a litany of high-pitched, sluttish whines of purest lust and degradation. Anything but the belt again; just anything at all.

"Is it good, Paula baby girl. Is it real real good," Sandra wanted to know.

"Does ums like being porked?"

"Yesssssssss, Mistress Sandra. It's real, real gooooood. I like being porked. A lot."

Paula reached a wanton hand between her thighs and began rhythmically masturbating her stiff clitoris in time to Mike's thrusts. Sandra took that exact second to take a few more digital snaps to mark the occasion of her subby's first boy toy fuck.

As Mike slammed into her, Paula continued to frig her clit and whimper. Her fingers became moist and tacky with her own sex secretions and Mike's hot precum. By now, Mike was too far gone to do anything else but keep fucking his bitch until he came. And that is exactly what he did.

Paula was just a second or two behind the boy. Both cried out lewdly as lust took them over. Sandra got off a few more happy snaps of Paula's scrunched up lust-filled face just as she orgasmed for the third time.

When Mike had finished pumping his load into her, he pulled out abruptly and ordered Paula to lick his shaft clean. This she happily did to his great satisfaction and her own since the taste of his cum only added to her post coital bliss.

Jill suddenly jumped up off the sofa, and ran over to her lover.

"Get dressed, honey and take me over to my house. My folks are gone for the weekend and I've just got to have some of that meat inside me right now. I'm just so fucking horny after watching you pork Paula. How about some young pussy after that old snatch you just had."

Bowing to the inevitable, Mike grinned broadly, put his pants and sandals back on and waved a weak bye bye to Sandra and Kathy who giggled as Jill led him away.

"We'll let you know when you can come over and fuck Paula baby girl again, stud. Don't worry. It'll be soon."

Both girls laughed heartily as a grinning Jill led a weary but satisfied Mike out the front door of the Beale house and closed it behind them.

Paula lay down on the living room floor, trying as best she could to come to terms with her new status as Sandra's complete and utterly submissive sex slave slut. Paula was well aware that her Mistress had demonstrated beyond the shadow of a doubt that she would subject her teacher slave to any indignity or make her endure any degree of pain, so long as it got Sandra off. Did Paula love and desire her new Mistress enough to accept that fact? Did Paula's longing for the sensual touch of her student and her desperate yearning to serve and service Sandra's sexual whims override the soul-rending embarrassment she felt at the debasing humiliation resulting from her status as Sandra's subby teacher slut? Did her hunger at the sight of Sandra's sensuous body drive out all thoughts of running away from this diabolical girl. Was her thirst for her Mistress's cyprian fluid strong enough to override her natural revulsion at the sick things Sandra made her do to and with her own daughter? Was the dreadful itch that Sandra had excited in her loins pervasive enough to drive her to obey when Sandra took it into her head to make her teacher prove her devotion by acceding to the demands of people like Ann, and Gracie, and Mike, and Jill? Only time would tell.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Twenty:

Sandra and Kathy were so turned on by what Mike had just forced Paula to do that they immediately left the nearly comatose teacher lying on the living room floor and went into her bedroom for a sweet 69er. In her half-awake state, Paula could hear little squeals and girlish cries of ecstasy coming from down the hall. She wished keenly that she could be right in the middle of her Mistress's sexplay with her daughter, but she hadn't been invited. Her place was on the living room floor, where she obediently stayed until summoned.

About an hour after Jill and Mike had departed, Sandra and Kathy returned to the living room, their skins pink with erotic exertion and their faces all happy smiles.

Sandra grinned down at her freshly fucked teacher slave.

"Ok Paula baby girl. I think it's high time we got all that fur off your little puss puss. I want you to be as smooth as a poolball, just in case I take a notion to munch you or some junk."

"All of a sudden I want you baby smooth," Sandra giggled as Kathy reached over and pinched Paula's labia with her long fingers.

"Yeah, Mommy. You need to be all shaved and smooth down there if you ever expect Sandra and me to even think about licking your pussy for you as a reward for good slutty behavior. Even Bud pud can't be expected to snuzzle his little Mommiekins when he gets home on Monday unless she is all shaved clean. Right."

Kathy continued to pinch her mother's labia until Paula began squealing in pain pleasure. She sounded just like a little girl.

For her part, Sandra liked this squealing by her sex toy; she liked it a lot.

"Right, Paula baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"That's my good little slutpuppy." Sandra cooed as she playfully pulled her teacher's ponytail so that Paula's face was turned up to hers.

The seventeen year old took the opportunity to indulge in a little frenshing with her teacher. Paula responded immediately and passionately. Sandra had never had such devotion from one of her subs.

"You still belong to me, don't you, Paula."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I still belong to you."

"And you love me enough to do anything I say, don't you."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Do you have shaving cream and a razer, Paula baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula replied, intrigued by the notion that her labia would soon be as smooth as a baby's butt.

"I use them when I shave my legs and underarms."

"Well your legs and pits are ok for right now, it's your snatch I want bald. Go get the stuff and meet us back here in the living room."

Paula scampered into the bathroom to collect the shaving stuff while Sandra and Kathy made their own preparations.

"Kathy, please go into the kitchen and bring us a bowl of warm water so I can wash all that nasty pussyhair of your mom's out of the razor."

"Sure Sandra."

Kathy headed into the kitchen to get the bowl.

Sandra looked around the living room and found a wool afghan to put on the floor so Paula would have a soft place to sit.

Paula and Kathy came in at the same time; Paula with the shaving gear, and Kathy with the bowl of warm water.

"Ok girls," snickered Sandra. "Let's all sit here on this afghan and I'll shave our little Paula baby girl's puss puss for her."

Paula obediently sat down on the afghan with her legs splayed as wide as she could . Sandra sat down next to her with her legs tucked up under her. Kathy sat on the edge of the afghan so she could see everything from a good angle.

"First, we shave off all that hair on your little Mount of Venus, Paula baby girl," Sandra instructed in a lecturing tone of voice. "Then, we remove the hair along your sexy little pusspusslips."

Sandra took the can of shaving cream, shook it hard several times, and sprayed a glob of cool white foam on Paula's mons. She then dipped the sharp disposable razor into the warm water.

Slowly she scraped the razor across Paula's mons, removing large clumps of dark brown pubic hair. Paula shivered in half fear/half anticipation.

Finally, all the hair above Paula's pussy proper had been removed and wiped away with the towel Paula had brought along from the bathroom.

Next, it was time to shave the teacher slave's labia. By now, Paula had become so excited that little droplets of mucusdue were appearing on her netherlips.

"Is Paula baby girl turned on by me shaving her teachersnatch for her."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I'm getting turned on."

"Good. Wait till I get through shaving your puffy little pussylips. You'll be really turned on."

Sandra very carefully shaved along Paula's labia, taking extreme pains not to nick her teacher. Scrape by cautious scrape, the hair came off and was wiped away, until Paula's pussy was as bare of hair as when she was a little girl.

Once the hair was all gone from Paula's pussy and the shaving gear cleaned and put away, Sandra began playing with her teacher's smooth slit. Paula wriggled around on her student's exploring fingers and made little happysex noises. Sandra and Kathy smiled down on her.

"Now if you're a really good little girlslut for me for the rest of the day, sometime next week I'll take you over to a friend's little shop downtown and get you all pierced, Paula baby girl, so you never will be able to forget that you belong to me. I'll get each of your sweet little lips pierced and we'll put one through your little clitty button for good measure. How about that."

Paula nodded her head up and down enthusiastically at the thought of her reward for being a good sub to her Mistress.

"That's a good girl. Now go get the lotion, and I'll rub it in for you."

Paula happily reached over and retrieved the container of lotion where Jill had dropped it.

She handed the pump jar to her Mistress, sat down on the afghan, and splayed her legs in almost frantic anticipation of Sandra's hands on her smooth sex once more.

Sandra and Kathy giggled together, seeing how excited Paula had become at the prospect of having her Mistress play with her shaved pussy some more and spread cooling hand lotion all over it.

"Do you want me to slather up your little puss puss with this lotion, Paula baby girl."

"Oh yes, Mistress Sandra. Please, please."

"Ok, since you've been such a good little slut slave, I will."

Sandra pumped a glob of cool hand lotion onto her fingers and spread them around along her teacher's labia.

"Ummmmmmmmm, soooooooo cooooooolllll."

Paula lay down on the floor and spread her legs even wider.

Sandra continued to rub the cool lotion into her teacher slave's smooth sex, listening happily to the coos and cries of joy her ministrations were evoking.

"Does itta Paula baby girl love her bad Mistress?"

Happy tears rolled down the older woman's face. She had finally found her true place in life.

"Yessssss, Mistress Sandra. I love you so much."

Paula looked up at Sandra with what can only be described as worship in her eyes. The submissive teacher was in heaven what with her Mistress feeling her up in this most intimate fashion.

"Won't Bud be happy licking out his Mommiekins' little puss puss, now that it is all smooth and bald?"

"Unnnnnnnn huuuuhhhhhhh."

Sandra moved her lotion covered fingers to Paula's little pucker and began rubbing softly.

"And won't he just love putting his little boy dickie way up inside Mommy's nasty butthole?"

"Unnnnnnnn huuuuhhhhhhh."

Kathy smiled broadly. "Oh I just can't wait to see that. My sissy brother actually butt fucking Mommy girl. Can you make him fuck her doggiestyle,Sandra?"

"Sure Kathy. Paula puppy here better get used to doggiestyle, 'cause when we rent her a Mr. Big Doggie to play with, I bet he'll want to fuck her doggie style all the time. After all, she IS a slut puppy. Aren't you Paula?"

"Yessssss, Mistress Sandra. I'm a slut puppy who deserves to be fucked doggie style. I need to be fucked doggie style by Mr. Bigdoggie. "

Paula moaned salaciously and stretched her limbs in wicked anticipation of being fucked by her own young son and a dog that she hadn't even met yet.

"Does Paula baby girl want to be my nasty little submissive sex toy forever and ever?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. Forever and ever."

Sandra slid around so that her sticky sex was just above her teacher slave's open mouth.

"Show me, slut."

Paula happily obliged for the next two hours of unending Mistress licking until it was time for dinner.

That she dutifully cooked and served to Sandra and her daughter.

Then Kathy wanted to have a little bit of sick fun with her mother, and the utterly painful and totally degrading frolic that resulted continued well into the wee hours of the following morning.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Twenty-One:

Because everyone at the Beale house was so tired after the late night they had all put in, Sandra decided to allow Paula and Kathy and herself as well to sleep in on Sunday morning. So it was that she was abruptly awakened to the ringing of the bedside phone in her teacher slave's bedroom about eight thirty.

"Answer the phone, Paula baby girl," Sandra said in a languid, sleepy voice.

Paula slowly rose from her sleeping position on the floor beside her Mistress's bed and answered the telephone. It was her colleague from Bridewell Academy, Ann Bently. Ann's voice on the phone sent a shiver of sick apprehension coursing through Paula's body.

"Paula, is Pepper at your house?"

There was a note of sternness in Ann's voice that reinforced Paula's initial uneasiness.

"Yes Ann, she is right here."

Paula reluctantly handed the phone to her now wide-awake Mistress.

"This is Sandra St. George."

"Sandra, sweetie. This is Ms. Bently. How is our little slut Paula baby girl performing for you so far?"

"Oh, fine Ms. Bently. She is turning into a really good little slave slut cunt, and her daughter Kathy and I have been having just so much fun with her since Friday night. You just wouldn't believe the humiliating and painful things she begged us to do to her."

"Well isn't that special," Ann chortled.

Paula blushed at Sandra's salacious words, but still felt a tingle of sensual excitement because of them that overtook her wariness. She found herself becoming lasciviously interested in what Ann Bently might have in mind for her. Perhaps her teacher colleague was going to demand that Paula service her. What an intriguing thought. Or maybe, Ms. Bently wanted to farm her out to her girl students to play with her and make her service them. Whatever it was, Paula was certain it would push her even deeper into the well of degradation from which she would never be allowed to return.

Clearly Ann had something in mind.

"Look, Sandra. I happened to mention our little meeting in the parking lot last Friday afternoon to Headmistress Margaret, and she wants to get a shot at that humble little cow slut of yours; and so do I for that matter. How about you bring her over to the school office around eleven o'clock this morning so we can all have a bit of wicked girlish fun with her."

Sandra grinned all over her face.

"Kewl."

"Oh, and Sandra; don't be surprised if we have started the party already before you get there. You see, Headmistress Margaret and I already own our own little slavey slut that we are going to be messing with when you arrive. Well isn't that right Pattie puss?"

Sandra could hear a high-pitched and whiney but muffled response coming from the phone but she couldn't recognize the voice. And her curiosity got the better of her.

"Now who could that little slavey slut of yours possibly be, Ms. Bently," Sandra wheedled.

"Oh you know her alright. It's Pattie from school; Pattie Bartlett."

Sandra's jaw dropped open.

"You mean Ms. Bartlett from history class."

"The very same. Say 'hello' to Sandra St. George, Pattie cake."

There was silence on the other end of the line. Then there was a loud slap.

"I said, say 'hello' to Sandra St. George you fat slutty sow cunt!"

A meek contralto voice said "Hello Sandra," over the phone. Sandra smiled broadly.

"Why hello Ms. Bartlett. History class is going to be soooo much more interesting from now on. Isn't it?"

Sandra smiled as she heard sobbing on the other end of the phone.

"Yes Sandra," a sobbing Patti finally choked out resignedly as she handed the phone back to Ann Bently.

"How about it, Sandra. Care to share?"

"Sure do. We'll be there at eleven sharp."

Sandra hung up the phone and laughed heartily.

"Curiouser and curiouser."

"Get up Paula puppy and let's go walkees. We have a busy day ahead of us."

By this time, Kathy, who was cuddled up next to Sandra in the queen size bed, was fully awake and inquisitive.

"May I go too?"

"Not this time, honey bunch. I'm saving you for later."

Kathy was clearly disappointed at not being able to go with Sandra and her mother, but Sandra whispered something in her ear that changed her disposition for the positive right away.

"Really, may I."

"Sure. Just as soon as we get back home this evening."

"Kewl."

The rest of the morning was taken up in getting Sandra and Paula through their morning ablutions, going walkees, and getting dressed for the party. Kathy had agreed to allow Sandra to borrow her too tight crop top and short shorts, so that she would look extra special sexy for her Headmistress. She could barely get them on over her voluptuous frame.

Sandra and Kathy then dressed Paula in one of her daughter's tight tank tops, which strained obscenely under the pressure of her big breasts. They topped off their slave slut's outfit with a micromini that barely covered her naked butt.

"Have fun," Kathy called happily as Paula and Sandra left the house.

"Thanks Kathy, we will. Right Paula baby girl."

Paula was still uncertain about just how much 'fun' she was going to have, but she had sense enough to reply, "Yes, Mistress Sandra."

The ride over to Bridewell Academy was uneventful, other than Sandra's constantly feeling up her teacher's smooth thighs and fondling Paula's genitals. It had become a happy habit with the seventeen year old by now; and one that her teacher slave certainly had no objections to. By the time Paula parked her car in the near empty lot, her labia were all dewey with wicked anticipation and Sandra's fingers were tacky with her teacher's secretions.

"Lick my fingers all clean, Paula cunt; before we go inside."

Paula obliged, tasting her own secretions and enjoying every drop till Sandra's fingers were squeaky clean. Then, they got out of the car and walked across the lot to the entrance to Bridewell.

Sandra opened the big hall door and eagerly pushed Paula inside. As they neared the Headmistress's office, they could hear muffled sounds. There were loud female voices followed by high-pitched squeals and screams. These were punctuated by occasional sharp reports like fire crackers going off.

"Stand here quietly, Paula baby girl. I want to listen for a minute before we go in."

From the other side of the door to Headmistress Margaret's office, Sandra heard things that made her own itchy vagina spasm. The young girl reached out, took Paula's hand, and moved it between her young thighs. Paula immediately knew what was expected of her, and she began frigging her mistress slowly. Sandra sighed as she cocked her ear to hear every word from inside the Headmistress's office.

"You're nothing but a big fat sow cunt, aren't you, Pattie?"

CRACK

"Owwwwweeeeeeee"

CRACK

"Yes, Headmistress Margaret. I'm nothing but a big fat sow cunt."

"That's right, Pattie. And what is the only thing you're good for?"

CRACK

"Eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaa. Please Headmistress Margaret; please don't hit me any more with the cane. It really huuuuurts. Please."

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK

"Omigoddddddd, owwwwwwwww"

CRACK

"And what are you good for, cunt?"

Pattie screamed out the words at the top of her lungs.

"Nothing but what you tell me, Headmistress Margaret."

"That's correct, you big fat Pattie sow. And don't you ever forget it."

"She better not or we'll beat her fat ass until she can't sit down for a month."

Sandra recognized the second voice as that of Ms. Bently.

"You better be glad we devote so much attention to you, Pattie. You are going to be so well trained when we get through preparing you for your role as our fat sow cunt sex toy."

"Thank you, Mistress Ann," Pattie sobbed out in what sounded to Sandra like near mortal terror. Sandra grinned.

"And if we tell you to eat out our pussies, you'll do it, won't you Pattie sow?"

CRACK

"Owwwww, Yes, Headmistress Margaret. I'll do it."

"And if we tell you to lick our assholes, you'll do that, too, won't you, you nasty subby slut cunt?"

CRACK

"Owwwww, Yes, Headmistress Margaret."

"And if we tell you to eat out all the girls in your class one by one while we watch, you'll do that too, won't you Pattie sow?"

CRACK

"Owwwww, Yes, Headmistress Margaret.

"And if we tell you to suck on some puny little man dick we have waiting around for a slutty fat bitch just like you, you'll do it, won't you Pattie sow?"

CRACK

"Owwwww, Yes, Headmistress Margaret. I'll do it. I'll suck any dick you tell me to."

"And if we tell you to suck doggie dick, you'll do that too, won't you Pattiesow?"

CRACK

"Owwwww, Yes, Headmistress Margaret. I'll do it. I'll even suck dog dick if you tell me to."

Pattie could barely speak by now; she was crying so hard.

"And if we tell you to drink dog piss, you'll do that, too, won't you, Pattie sow?"

"Yes, Mistress Ann," Pattie wailed. "I'll even drink dog piss for you. I'll beg you to let me drink doggie piss. I really will. I promise."

Pattie was sobbing so hard that she could barely get the words out. Headmistress Margaret and Ann laughed at her the poor woman's torment.

"And if we tell you to eat little doggie turds, you better do that too; right?"

CRACK CRACK

Another scream.

"Yes, Headmistress Margaret."

Pattie was absolutely hysterical from the caning and the horrid things she had agreed to.

CRACK

"Omigod, omigod, omigoddddd. Please, please stop caning me, Headmistress Margaret. Please. I'll be good. I promise I will."

Headmistress Margaret leaned over the prostrate woman and stroked her cheek.

"That's my good little sow sluttie. You better be good or this little touching up I'm giving you right now will seem like a day at the picnic."

Sensing a pause in the action, Sandra said, "Ok Paula baby girl; time for our entrance."

Sandra knocked loudly on Headmistress Margaret's office door as Paula reluctantly pulled her fingers out of her mistress's dewy slit. She licked her fingers and purred.

"It's me, Sandra."

"Come in, Sandra"

The sight that met Sandra's eyes as she entered Headmistress Margaret's office was simply entrancing.

Headmistress Margaret was standing in front of her big wooden desk. The tall, statuesque headmistress was dressed in a severely cut short black dress that displayed almost all of her long, slender legs and emphasized her ample breasts. Draped across the desk, a naked and portly Pattie Bartlet lay face down. Her arms were stretched out to the sides of the desk where her wrists were affixed with tight leather cords. She was totally immobilized owing to the fact that her large, flabby breasts were strapped down to the desk with long bungee cords attached to cruel nipple clamps. Pattie's big, fat, elephant butt showed a number of angry red lines where Headmistress Margaret had beat her with a long, vicious looking wooden cane that she now dangled coyly from her right hand.

At the head of the desk stood Ann Bently. Her sexy black thong panties lay on the floor beside her, and her short pleated skirt was hiked up above her waist to allow the trussed up history teacher complete access to slurp and smooch around her soppy vulva.

"Did you bring me a present, Sandra dear?"

"I sure did, Headmistress Margaret. Ole Paula baby girl here is well trained and ready to serve. Aren't you Paula baby girl?"

Paula's subservient sex-hungry mind was by now so awash in salacious anticipation that she almost forgot to answer.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra!"

"Well, get her over here, Sandra. I have been lusting after this snively little piece of cunt ever since I hired her three years ago. And I just can't wait to have her long, sweet tongue all the way up my twat."

"Do you hear me, Paula Beale, the headmistress said sternly. I want a twat kiss from you, little girl. And I mean I want it right now!"

Paula immediately fell to the floor and crawled over to where Headmistress Margaret stood with her legs spread. She gazed longingly up the length of her boss's shapely legs to her smooth as a baby crotch.

"Yes dear, I make Pattie here shave my snatch for me every week now. I want to feel every little bump on her tongue when she licks her Headmistress. And I want to feel every little bump on your tongue too, honeypie. So you better do me good or else I'll strap you across my desk like our Pattie here and give you a dose of the whippy cane you won't forget."

Paula needed no further encouragement. Her vagina was clenching and unclenching and little drops of mucus were wetting her labia. Her tongue literally ached to be inside Headmistress Margaret's snatch. She was obsessed with the thought of just how good the older woman would taste.

She raised her head up under Headmistress Margaret's dress and tasted the older woman's slick pussy. Her boss's musk was strong from her tormenting of Pattie and her sex taste was redolent with the pungence of a recent urination. Margaret's vaginal lips were all slicky sticky and drenched in woman juice.

Paula licked and lapped all around Headmistress Margaret's crotch, from her large, engorged stiff clit all the way back to her brown little rosette.

"Ummmmmmmh, ummmmmmmmmm. Now, that's a good little girl, Paula. Lick your Headmistress all up. Get your tongue deep in the pudding."

Paula continued to service her boss, her long pink tongue fluttering around Headmistress Margaret's pudentum like a butterfly. Then she jabbed it deep into the yawning slit.

"Well Sandra; you're certainly right," Headmistress Margaret signed. "Our little Paula here really does know how to lick a pussy."

Sandra was very happy to be thus complemented by Headmistress Margaret. So was Paula, who continued to lap at her boss's drippy slit until Headmistress Margaret screamed down at her.

"Now stick that slutty tongue of yours all the way inside my cunt, you nasty little woman cum licker, you."

Paula more-than-happily complied with this order. She jabbed and stabbed her stiff tongue way inside Headmistress Margaret, thrilling to the taste of the secretions her ministrations were causing to flow. Her submissive mind was joyous as she continued dutifully to service Headmistress Margaret.

No longer did Paula attempt to retreat from her addiction to submissive sex, nor even wonder at why she had fallen so far. Now, she wanted only to serve. That was enough.

Very soon after Paula had been ordered to service her, Headmistress Margaret happily flew over the climax cliff, screaming out her lust as she brought her whippy cane down again and again on Pattie's already red butt cheeks.

Pattie's screams of anguish descanted Headmistress Margaret's squeals of released carnal passion.

"Wow. She really got me off, the cum hungry slut," said Headmistress Margaret when she finally came back to herself a few minutes later. "She's really been well trained."

Paula wriggled salaciously at the complement and licked around the sensitive backs of Headmistress Margaret's knees in appreciation.

"Let's see how really well she's trained," said Ann from across the desk. "Make her eat out old sow slit here."

"Kewl. Come on over here behind your little teacher friend and snuzzle her snatch for her. I'm sure she'll just love it."

Paula dutifully crawled behind Pattie and raised her face level with her colleague's corpulent butt. Headmistress Margaret grabbed Paula's ponytail and held her firmly to Pattie's rump.

"Go on, Paula baby girl. Lick the porky bitch; lick right in her crack," Sandra ordered sternly.

Paula tentatively stuck out her tongue and ran it slowly along the strip of pouty womanflesh between Pattie's distended clitoris and her large brown pucker. Pattie sniffled and gave a little jerk in reaction to Paula's lewd advances.

"Ah come on, Paula baby girl. Stop teasing her and get down to the dingle."

Paula flushed with hot embarrassment, but she thrust her face even further into Patti's fleshy crotch. The hot, musky smell of her colleague's pudendum began having a salacious effect on the submissive teacher. She became hungrier and hungrier, licking and slurping away with all her might.

Suddenly, Paula felt a flash of breeze just above her head.

SMACK

"You better keep your head down, Paula, and your slavey little tongue engaged in what its doing while I touch Patti up just a little. Pain and pleasure together; that's the ticket."

Headmistress Margaret hauled off and delivered another agonizing smack to Patti's butt.

SMACK

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, Omigoddddddd. Please don't; please, please don't"

"She sings just like a little canary, doesn't she," Ann laughed as she pulled hard on her colleague's ears and held Patti's face tight to her crotch.

"If you don't get back to licking my puss, Pattiekins, Headmistress Margaret is going to beat the hide off you."

"And as for you, Paula," exhorted Headmistress Margaret as she took her stance for another swing of the whippy cane, "you better keep licking away down there or I'll sure as hell make you trade places with Pattisow."

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

"Omigod, omigod; please, please stop."

Hearing Patti's full throated screams convinced Paula beyond any doubt that she was better off by far staying right where she was and continuing to slurp her colleague's crotch.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

Pattie continued to scream hysterically, the noise only slightly muffled by the fact that Ann was holding her head firmly in place against her crotch.

Headmistress Margaret continued to lay on Pattie's elephantbutt with a will and the poor, abused teacher continued to scream her lungs out.

Suddenly, Paula felt a hot jet of uncontrolled Pattiepiss shoot into her mouth. She did the only thing she could do under the circumstances; she swallowed the pungent stream and continued to lick as her Mistress had commanded her to do. The utter humiliation of having to drink Pattie's urine while the miserable and hysterical history teacher was being flogged by her Headmistress set Paula's vagina to dripping like a faucet. Paula had to face the fact that she was becoming a thoroughgoing submissive slut.

Sitting crosslegged on the floor across from where Paula was munching Pattie's muff, Sandra noticed a little golden dribble drooling out of the side of her subby teacher slut's mouth.

"Wow, Headmistress Margaret. You just beat the piss right out of her."

"That's nothing, Sandra dear. Sometime I'll let you watch me beat the shit out of her; literally."

"Kewl."

After a while, Headmistress Margaret took a break from her tiring flogging duties, sat herself primly on the edge of her desk, and lit a cigarette.

Pattie continued to cry and moan in abject pain and despair. Every time the poor woman attempted to shift positions, the cruel nipple clamps bit into her sensitive flesh.

"So how did you acquire your power over Ms. Bartlett; I mean Pattie?"

Headmistress Margaret distractedly rubbed her free hand around on Pattie's welt-striped butt as if she were exploring a new animal she had just bought. Then, without any forewarning at all, she stubbed out her cigarette on the unfortunate teacher's posterier.

Pattie shrieked out in searing anguish, then resumed her crying and moaning, as before. Headmistress Margaret just smiled.

"Well Sandra, it came to our attention right before Christmas break that old Sow puss here had developed what can only be called a serious case of the hots for one of her students; Phylis Burke."

"I know Phylis," exclaimed Sandra. "We're in Pattie's history class together. That girl's a real fox."

Sandra remembered Phylis Burke as a tall, willowy, sexy looking seventeen year old junior who had inspired her own lustful interest on more than one occasion.

"Yeah, can you imagine someone as sexually appealing as Phylis even giving Pattie sow here a second glance."

Ann and Headmistress Margaret laughed together heartily over the concept. Hearing their scornful words about her, Pattie cried all the harder. Headmistress Margaret returned her hand to Pattie's butt and began molesting the crack between her expansive cheeks, jabbing her index finger all around the brown rosette. Her long fingernails scratched and rent.

Ann took up the story of Pattie's downfall.

"Anyways, a bad case of the hornys got the better of our little sowface Pattie here, and she indiscreetly made a little move on Phylis one day after class, and, of course, Phylis ratted her out to Headmistress Margaret."

"Yes; and I told her to play along with Pattie's sick nasty advances and to act as if she reciprocated little sow butt's sexual interest in her," Headmistress Margaret giggled like a schoolgirl while she continued probing around Pattie's butthole with her extended finger and continued scratching it with her long fingernail.

"So over Christmas break," Ann took up the story again, "we set up a little love nest trap over at the Moonview Motel, and got the whole nasty little episode down on videotape."

"Yes; Phylis snaked Pattie on over there like a pro and then she really put old sow slut through her paces, didn't she Pattie puss?"

Headmistress Margaret punctuated her question with a hard hand slap to Pattie's tender butt.

Pattie had started to cry like the end of the world was at hand as she slumped over Headmistress Margaret's desk. Sandra could not tell whether the sorrowful woman had even heard the question or felt the slap.

"She said, didn't she, Pattie puss." Ann reached out and slapped her colleague very hard across the face.

"Yes, Mistress Ann," Pattie sobbed as if her heart would break at the though of the dire consequences of her sexual indiscretion.

"Since then, we have let Phylis play her nasty little dom games with Patti sow a couple more times; but, not surprisingly, kitty cat Phylis got bored with Pattie sow early in February and so now we have her all to ourselves. As Phylis herself put it so succinctly, 'All that screaming and begging just gets on your nerves after awhile'."

"But, we older women have a higher tolerance level for screaming and begging from our little subbies than most young women today. You see, we showed Pattie the love nest video one night right after school started in January, and she knows absolutely that we will send it to the local police unless she does exactly what we tell her. Isn't that right, Pattie."

"Yes, Headmistress Margaret."

"Oh stop blubbering, you fat sow," Headmistress Margaret rose from her sitting position and punctuated her order with two hard smacks of the wooden cane across Pattie's broad and well tenderized beam.

Another squirt of errant Pattie piss gurgled into Paula's waiting mouth, but the subservient teacher slut just kept on slurping away between her colleagues flabby thighs.

On orders, Pattie went back to licking Ann's slit. She did such a commendable job that soon the young woman began bucking her crotch against the portly teacher's upturned face.

"Go ahead and let her have about six good ones across the backs of her fat thighs to encourage the slutty bitch to make me cum cum with that sow slut mouth of hers."

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, Oh GOD, GOD, GOD, GOD, GOD, it hurrrrrrrrrrrrrts."

"Get that pig face of yours back in my snatch, bitch, or she'll give you six more."

Pattie sobbed her heart out, but did as she was ordered.

"Yesssssssss," Ann screamed a few seconds later as a powerful climax overcame her.

"Yesssssss, yessssssss, yessssssssss,"

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

Headmistress Margaret laid on three final blows of the cane for good measure right across the flare of Pattie's well-abused butt.

Pattie squealed and squealed. As she tried to pull away; but the biting nipple clamps restrained her. She flopped around on the desktop just like a gaffed flounder. Everyone else in the room save Paula laughed and laughed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, Omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod. Please stop, please, please, please."

"Will you do everything we tell you to from now on without any reservations or do we keep going."

"I'll do whatever you tell me to. Anything, anything, anything at all, from now on."

Headmistress Margaret decided that now was the time to commit Pattie to a nasty little course of action she and Ann had talked about earlier.

"And if we tell you to lick Mistress Ann's little 11 year old daughter's puss puss for her, you'll do that too, won't you Pattiesow."

"Yes, Headmistress Margaret."

"Krissie would just love the fun of making a big grown up sow slut like you lick her little snatch. It's real sensitive, and she wriggles around and giggles all over the place when I lick her down there. It's just so cute."

Sandra wondered if Ann would make Paula lick Krissie's little puss puss someday. The seventeen year old was certainly agreeable to watching her teacher engaged in so salacious an act, especially if Krissie were anything at all like her mother.

"Oh, I just can't wait to see our little Pattie sow here with her face crammed into your little girl's snatch, licking away for all she's worth at her sweet little puss puss and her cute little butt hole," Headmistress Margaret giggled, sounding very much like a schoolgirl herself.

Pattie was totally shattered as she lay on Headmistress Margaret's desk and sobbed until there were no more tears left to cry. Her life was completely ruined and she knew it. There was no possibility of hope.

After about another ten minutes, some semblance of order was restored in Headmistress Margaret's office.

"Hey. Let's take Pattie over to my house, Margaret," suggested Ann, as she came back to herself. "I just know Krissie will be so glad to meet you both."

"Great idea," Headmistress Margaret agreed. "Sandra, why don't you bring Paula along so Krissie can meet her too."

"Kewl."

Without any further ado, Ann unsnapped the nippleclamps, untied the leather thongs, and allowed Pattie to stand slowly back up. Her large brown ariolas and nipples were red, stretched, and swollen due to the clamps. Her elephant butt and the backs of her corpulent thighs were streaked with red welts from the recent caning she had received.

Sandra took in the sight of Pattie's abused body and grinned broadly. Perhaps Headmistress Margaret would let her molest the teacher someday. Sandra had a few really sinister things she would like to try out, but she would first have to find out whether Pattie had any family that would notice it and make enquiries if the corpulent teacher just happened to 'disappear' someday.

"Damn, Pattie, cover up that sow body of yours with this robe before you make me sick," Ann ordered sternly.

Pattie took the offered robe that was way too small for her and wrapped it around her large body as best she could.

"Not very modest, are we."

"Well, she won't have to keep it on for long, will she," Ann chortled as the little party left the Headmistress's office for the parking lot.

When they got to their cars, Headmistress Margaret said, "lie down in the back seat, Pattie. I don't want anybody to see you riding anywhere with me."

"Me neither," said Ann.

"Follow us over to my house, Sandra," Ann said from the driver's side of her car.

"You heard the nice lady, Paula baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Paula's mind was so filled with anticipation over what Ann's daughter Krissie would do to her that she hardly noticed Sandra's long, probing fingers jabbing insistently into her vaginal canal as they pulled out of the parking lot.

"You know, Paula baby girl. I can never get enough of playing with your slutty little pussy hole. It gets so soppy too, when I play with it, doesn't it, baby? You know you just love it when I molest you."

Paula said nothing, but it was all she could do to keep her eye on Ann's car until they arrived at her house, what with Sandra's fingers making her pussy itch and burn the way they did.

When they arrived, the small group of women got out and walked up to Ann's front door. Ann opened it for them and led them into her living room.

"Krissie," she called out. "Krissie, I've got a big surprise for you; and I do mean 'big'."

Headmistress Margaret and Sandra chuckeled softly. Paula and Pattie looked at each other with dread and apprehension all over their faces.

The little 11 year old girl came bounding down the stairs and into the living room. She was dressed in a short T-shirt and frilly little panties; and nothing else.

"Hi, Headmistress Margaret. What's the surprise, Mommy?"

Krissie giggled when she saw Pattie, because she hoped she already knew what the surprise was, and the older woman shivered in dread at what she feared was to come at the hands of this so obviously malicious child

All the other women in the room, even including Paula, in spite of herself, looked at Krissie with more than a little prurient interest. And she certainly was worth looking at that way.

Krissie's cute 11 year old face was framed by shoulder-length brown hair and her forehead was covered by thick bangs. Her chest was flat as a board, but her hard little nipples pressed wantonly against her T-shirt. Her panties were so tight that the women could plainly discern the outlines of her smooth little labia pressing against the gusset. Her arms and legs were still little girl arms and legs, but definitely showing the first signs of the womanly rondeur that was right around the corner.

Ann walked over to her daughter, bent down to eye level, and said in a quiet voice, "remember Krissie honey when Mommy let you sleep with her the other night?"

Krissie got an evil little glint in her eye and giggled again. Now she would be willing to bet that she knew what the surprise was.

"Yes, Mommy. I remember," the little girl said breathlessly.

"And do you remember what Mommy did to your little pookie with her mouth when I let you sleep in Mommy's bed?"

"Yes Mommy," Krissie giggled again. "You made my pookie feel real good."

"Well, I brought home some ladies, and I can make them do anything I want them to do. Do you want to make them do stuff to you like I did the other night?"

Krissie's eyes lit up like stars. She certainly knew what the surprise was, and she wanted to get started right away.

"Yes Mommy. I want to make them lick my pookie all over; and I want to make them kiss my pookie with their lips and make it feel good just like you did, Mommy; and, and...."

Krissie paused and shuffled her feet.

"And what, honey," Headmistress Margaret looked down at the child and asked sweetly.

"And I want to make them lick my little bott bott hole like you did, Mommy. Remember?"

Ann smiled broadly.

"Sure Krissie, I remember licking your little bott bott and licking your little bott bott hole as well.. You taste good, honey and I like licking my little girl. And I'll bet you'll like making these other women do it, too."

Krissie just nodded her head vigorously. She was almost too excited to speak.

"And do you want to spank their big, bare behinds for them because they are such bad big ladies," asked Headmistress Margaret.

Krissie looked at Pattie with a wicked smirk on her cherubic face.

"I don't want to spank her behind; she's too fat."

"Well, that's ok Krissie honey. Headmistress Margaret will spank her behind for you. But you do want to make her lick your little pookie and your little bott bott hole, don't you?"

Krissie looked petulent, as if her mother had said something obvious.

"Oh sure, Mommy. She looks like she will be a good pookie licker and a good bott bott licker, too."

"Oh, she is, Krissie honey," Headmistress Margaret assured the little girl as she patted Pattie on her fat rump.

Ann walked over to Paula.

"How about this one."

Krissie looked at Paula as if she were about to devour the older woman.

"Yeah. I want to spank her bad lady behind for her. I want to spank her real hard. Can I, Mommy?"

Ann smiled down at her daughter. This was going to be such fun.

"Sure you can, honey. You can spank her as hard as you want to."

"Good girl, Krissie," said Headmistress Margaret, clapping her hands in glee. It was such a joy to see the young ones learning their lessons.

"Her name is Paula, and she is a teacher like your Mommy. This other lady is named Sandra and Paula belongs to her."

"She belongs to her, Mommy," Krissie said incredulously.

"That's right, Krissie. Just like a doggie belongs to her Mistress, Paula puppy here belongs to her Mistress Sandra."

"Neat. And how about fatty face over there."

Headmistress Margaret looked down at the adorable little girl.

"Well, fatty face's name is Pattie. You may call her Fatty Pattie if you want to . She also is a teacher, and she belongs to me, and I share her with your Mommy sometimes. I'm going to share her with you today, if you want to play with her."

"Can I really make Fatty Pattie lick my pookie and my bott bott hole and make them feel real good for me?"

"Sure honey. That's why we brought her here for you to play with."

Krissie looked over at Sandra.

"And Paula puppy too, Mommy?"

"Sure Krissie. We ladies like to watch other ladies lick little girl pookies and little girl bott bott holes just like yours, and get their butts spanked by little girls, especially if little girls like you make them do it."

"Yeah! I wanna start right now."

Not being able to wait another minute, Ann took hold of the order of events. "First things first, girls. Let's all get naked. I can't wait to get my hands on you, Sandra. You look so delish in that sexy outfit you're wearing."

"I agree," chimed in Headmistress Margaret. Those short shorts of yours are so too tight, and your legs were just made for my tongue."

"Me too," chimed in Krissie as she took off her t-shirt and flung it across the room.

"You too, Krissie baby," said Ann, reaching over to pull her daughter's panties down her little girl legs.

"No Mommy," Krissie yelled. "I want to make Fatty Pattie do it."

Ann smiled happily as she took her hands away. Krissie was learning fast.

"Ok with me, honey. Go ahead and make Fatty Pattie here take off your panties for you, honey."

Krissie placed her hands on her hips and assumed a stern expression. She looked for all the world just like Shirley Temple, but much more vicious and calculating.

"Fatty Pattie, get over here right this instant and take my panties off for me like a good girl."

Pattie looked at Headmistress Margaret who glared back at her.

"Do it, bitch! Do it right now."

"Yeah, bitch," Krissie imitated her elder. "Do it right now."

"Isn't she cute," Sandra smiled over at Ann. "Just like her Mommy."

Ann smiled proudly.

Knowing she had absolutely no choice in the matter, Pattie shuffeled over to where Krissie was standing, arms akimbo, kneeled down on the floor, reached out her trembling hands, and pulled Krissie's frilly panties slowly off her little bubblebutt and down her little girl legs. In spite of what she feared was in store from this young tormentress, The older woman stole a fleeting glance at the girl's charms. Ann noticed Pattie's glance and smirked down at the trembling, submissive woman..

"Isn't she just a little yummy yummy, Pattie cake," Ann asked her corpulent sex toy.

Pattie knew she had been caught, and could nothing but confess.

"Yes, Mistress Ann. She's a little yummy yummy."

As she revealed Krissie's charms to the group standing around her, Pattie was compelled to admit to herself that Krissie really was a yummy looking little girl. If the others were going to make Pattie into some kind of perverse sex subbie, she might as well get something out of it. Maybe this part of her sexual enslavement wouldn't be so bad after all.

As Krissie stepped out of her panties, Pattie threw caution to the winds and gave her an impetuous little lick right on her belly button.

Krissie giggled and wriggled.

"Oh Fatty Pattie, that tickles. Do it some more."

Pattie immediately set about licking all around the little girl's lower belly. But that kind of lewd attention was not going to satisfy the little girl.

"Now lick my pookie for me, Fatty Pattie."

Pattie, who understood full well that licking little girls pookies was far better than the agony and torture she would fall heir to if she refused, did not have to be told twice. She snuzzled her face right between Krissie's parted thighs. The corpulent woman began to live in hopes that if she could make this little girl happy, perhaps her mother and Mistress Margaret would find that more amusing than tying her down and torturing her.

As Pattie fell to her task, Headmistress Margaret pulled the robe from her corpulent body and then began to remove her own severe black dress.

Krissie was taking this all in as she stood looking down at the woman who so eagerly had begun servicing her young twat. And when she saw Pattie's exposed butt and the welts on it, Krissie's eyes bulged.

"Mommy, Fatty Pattie has red marks on her butt."

"That's right Krissie, honey. Fatty Pattie is a very bad, bad girl; and Headmistress Margaret and I have to punish her real hard."

"Will you punish her real hard if she doesn't lick my pookie right and make me feel real good?"

"We sure will, Krissie honey," Headmistress Margaret assured the 11 year old. She punctuated her promise by swatting Pattie on the butt with the palm of her hand.

"She'll be good, or else."

Krissie giggled loudly.

By now, Ann was helping Sandra remove her crop top and short shorts, as if Sandra really needed any help. But Ann was using the opportunity to feel up her teenage student's sexy body, and indulge in a sexy little game of kissy face with her.

Finally, everyone was bare ass, including Headmistress Margaret, who, it turned out, had a surprisingly well-preserved figure for her age.

"Ok Krissie, what do you want first; more pookie licking, or bott bott hole licking, or swat spanking?"

Krissie thought a minute, then whisperes something in her mother's ear.

Ann laughed out loud.

"Ok, honey, if that's what you want. Tell Paula puppy and Fatty Pttie what you want them to do."

Krissie ticked off the items like she was sitting on Santa Clause's lap and telling him what she wanted for Christmas. "I want to sit in that chair with my pookie stuck over the edge; and I want Fatty Pattie to get down on her hands and knees in front of me and lick my pookie like she is now and also my bott bott hole and make me feel really good; and I want Paula puppy to lay across Fatty Pattie's back with her big bott bott stuck up way high so I can spank her real hard, and I want to spank Paula puppy's big bott bott with Mommy's hairbrush so I don't hurt my little hand when I spank her real hard."

"I'll go get the hairbrush right now," Ann said as she headed for her bedroom.

She was back with the brush in thirty seconds flat, and handed it over gleefully to her little daughter.

"Ok Paula and Pattie, any questions," Ann said.

Of course, there were none. Krissie had been quite explicit in her orders.

"Then let's get to it."

Krissie ran over to the big armchair and crawled up into it, providing the others in the room with a simply luscious view of her cute little butt and puss. Then she sat down and scrunched forward to the very edge of the chair. Her smooth puffy little girl labia pooched out from between her splayed legs.

Headmistress Margaret reached down to where Pattie was still kneeling on the floor and slapped her hard on the face.

"Do what little Krissie told you to do, bitch. Right now."

Her hopes of repreave dashed, Pattie was crying again, but her tears didn't stop her from getting down on all fours in front of the 11 year old and sticking her face well up into Krissie's crotch.

"Paula puppy, you're next."

Wiuthout demur, Paula lay down across Pattie's back, thrilling lewdly to the contact of her breast flesh against the other woman's warm skin.

"Ok sluts; now go to town."

Pattie, knowing the dire consequences of inaction, began ardently licking the bald little labia spread before her once more. As soon as she felt the warm, wet tongue on her genitals, Krissie reached out and gave Paula's butt a mean little swat with the hairbrush. Paula sucked in her breath, but kept her butt high in the air.

Krissie giggled when she saw that the two adult women were going to do exactly what she wanted. Pattie's warm tongue felt so good on her little slit. And Paula just lay there and let the little girl continue to swat her with the hairbrush. This was great.

After applying half a dozen swats to Paula's up-thrust butt, Krissie rocked back in the chair, exposing her tiny little rosette to Pattie's tongue.

"Lick my bott bott hole good, Fatty Pattie, or Mommy will wear your butt out for you. Right, Mommy?"

"Absolutely," Ann confirmed.

Pattie thrust her wet tongue all around the little girl's tight pink butt hole, and even made an attempt to stab it inside. But the tiny sphincter was just too tight.

Krissie giggled and squealed as Pattie kept on licking her nether parts, and she kept swatting Paula's upturned butt for her with the hairbrush.

Paula began to wriggle because of the growing warmth and pain in her behind, and her big breasts slid back and forth across Pattie's broad back, making Paula's sensitive nipples stand out like nubbins. Sandra saw what her teacher slave was up to and grabbed her ponytail, pulling Paulas face back so that she was looking up at the seventeen year old.

"Does it feel good to rub those big udders of yours around on Pattie's back, Paula baby girl?"

Paula sighed and looked straight at her Mistress.

"Yes Mistress Sandra. It feels good."

"Are you getting off, baby?"

Paula could not lie.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

As this erotic tableau continued to unfold, Headmistress Margaret came over to Sandra and placed a proprietary hand upon her perky young breast.

"You cannot imagine the sensual excitement that I feel upon seeing a fresh young girl like you all naked and pliant for me or what thrills it brings to an old woman like me; especially since I know how well you have already trained your own submissiveslut who also just happens to be one of my own teachers."

"Why thank you, Headmistress Margaret," cooed Sandra as she allowed the older woman's warm hands to fondle and explore all over her smooth breast and taut butt flesh and down between her firm smooth thighs.. As the headmistress's attentions grew ever more intimate, Sandra began experiencing those first erotic signs of an approaching orgasm.

"Tell me Sandra, were all those nasty little things that I read about you in your student file true."

"And just what nasty little things would that be," Sandra leaned over and whispered breathily in her Headmistress's ear.

"All those nasty things about you; things involving your sexually intimidating some of your fellow girl students back in your home town. Even, it seems, sexually intimidating some of your female teachers at the high school where you were before you came to Bridewell."

Headmistress Margaret was breathing heavy as she continued to feel up her willing student. Her hands, and then her mouth, explored and roamed.

"Could you be a little more specific," Sandra whispered as she licked around the edge of Headmistress Margaret's ear.

"Well, there was that incident where you were caught in the girls bathroom with another student. The file said you were interrupted while in the process of burning her little breasts with a lit cigarette while she just stood there and held them up for you to do it."

"Yes, that's true. Marcie was a well-trained little sub by that time. She was soooo into proving her devotion to me by letting me hurt her. Actually, begging me to hurt her. In fact, I think she actually liked being in pain more than I did in giving it to her. Do go on."

"And then there was the incident in the teachers' lounge with one of your female teachers. The file said something about her being caught kneeling on the floor in front of you, blissfully licking your little puss. The file also alluded to something about you being on your period at the time. How interesting if true."

"Yes, I remember. It was a heavy flow day for me, and Ms. Grayson's tongue felt soooooooo good on my itchy little sniz. You must know, yourself, just how good it is to have a soft, warm, willing tongue lick all the itch away." Sandra whispered into Headmistress Margaret's ear as she began returning the older woman's sexual advances with her seductive hands.

"Besides, Ms. Grayson, was used to performing little services like that for me by the time they caught her. I even got her to say that it was all her idea and that she forced me to let her do it."

"Well, the file said the teacher involved got fired for that little stunt."

"She did; but so what. Her tongue still felt good at the time. And it also felt good later on that week when I went over to her house to tell her goodbye. She was heartbroken at having to leave town. She even begged me to come away with her. Boy, was she stupid."

Sandra put her warm hands on each side of Headmistress Margaret's face and looked directly into her bright eyes.

"I wonder would your tongue feel as good to me in a similar circumstance, Headmistress Margaret. You know, I bet it just might."

Headmistress Margaret shivered all over at the salacious fantasy of being ordered to eat this sexy young girl out and drink her menstrual flow.

"Do you really think that I could be made willingly to do something like that for one of my students, Sandra?"

"Oh, with the right kind of persuasion, I might just be able to get you hooked on it; Ms. Grayson sure was."

Suddenly aware that things were shifting too fast for her, and in a direction that she did not want to go, at least for right now; Headmistress Margaret shifted the topic of conversation back on a track more comfortable to her domineering nature.

"And did you really make one of your submissive little girlfriends actually fuck her own doggie in front of you. That was the rumor we heard, of course, but I didn't believe it at the time."

Headmistress Margaret's hands now became more insistent, and Sandra stopped her own ministrations and leaned back against the older woman to allow her total access to the seventeen-year-old's young seductive body.

"Sure I did. Marcie was just so willing to obey any little whim of mine; what a sweet sub she was."

"She looked absolutely adorable, all that smooth naked flesh, those sweet little tits and perfect bubblebutt, with that big, friendly shepherd draped across her back with his slick, long, red doggie dick stuck way up inside her drippy sniz. You should have seen the expression on her face right before she went comatose on me."

"And I guess it really was the doggie porking I made her take while I watched that finally drove the cute little bitch right over the edge. That was an unexpected bonus."

Headmistress Margaret nodded her head in sympathetic understanding.

"You know Sandra," Margaret said softly as she continued to fondle and probe. "Here at Bridewell Academy we have a whole school full of girls and teachers to choose from. And I know all about them, dear girl. I maintain their files."

"I know which ones are strong like we are and which ones are weak willed and ripe for the picking, just like Pattie and Paula over there. How would you like to help me and my good friend Ann get to know them even better."

Sandra smiled at Headmistress Margaret.

"Tempt me."

Headmistress Margaret smiled as she redoubled her efforts to stimulate the seventeen year old girl who had by now abandoned herself to the older woman's wanton caresses.

"So kewl," Sandra sighed languidly as Margaret scissored her long fingers inside the seventeen-year-old's vaginal canal, causing her to spasm and drip.

"Do I take that as a 'yes,' honeypie."

"Yes, Margaret. Yes, yes. You and Ann and I are going to have soooooo much fun."

"Yes we are, dear."

Headmistress Margaret turned her face to meet Sandra's upthrust lips, and the two like-minded doms kissed ardently, snaking their wet tongues around inside each other's mouths, reveling in the taste of each other's saliva, falling deeper under each other's spell. Even though their chronological ages were decades apart, their dominant sexual souls were as one with each other.

Meanwhile Ann was supervising the pookie licking, bott bott licking, and butt spanking going on on the other side of the living room.

Krissie was having the time of her young life, with one big lady licking her little pookie and butt hole and making her itch and burn almost to destraction, and another adult lady getting her big butt smacked hard as could be with her Mommy's hairbrush.

Pattie and Paula were letting escape little moans and whimpers of sexual pleasure pain and it was like sweet music to the ears of the budding dominatrix. Krissie just loved being able to abuse two full grown women like Pattie and Paula. And it was putting other ideas into her head, ideas that involved her mother as well.

Suddenly, Krissie got a wicked idea. She released a little stream of girl gold to spray hotly into Pattie's open mouth, and at the same time she began swatting Paula's pink butt for all she was worth.

Paula's mouth opened wide as she screamed out in agony. Ann took the opportunity to grab Paula's ponytail and tug her colleague's upturned face snugly into her outthrust crotch.

"Lick me, Paula. Lick me good while my sexy little girl beats your nasty butt raw for you. I want you to understand that, from now on, Krissie and I are going to use you like the cunt slut you are. And you're going to just love it to death. Aren't you, bitch?"

Paula squealed out her assent as Krissie popped her hard on her bottom with the hairbrush. The older woman's submissive masochistic nature thrilled to the thought of having to lick and slurp her colleague's tasty slit while Ann's 11-year-old daughter swatted her ass for her with a hairbrush. Mother and daughter now owned her as much as her Mistress did. Who else would she belong to by the end of Spring Break week?

"Mommy, Mommy; I'm peeing into Fatty Pattie's mouth," Krissie giggled.

"You are, Krissie? That's a good girl. Is she still licking your little pookie and bott botty hole, honey?"

"Oh yes, Mommy, she's licking my pookie really good now."

"Well, she was thirsty before. If she gets tired and doesn't lick your pookie and bott botty hole really good, give her another quick drink. She just loves it."

Krissie closed her smooth thighs around Pattie's face and rode it like a pony.

"Ok Mommy."

Over in the corner, Headmistress Margaret's groping hands were all over Sandra's pliant body. Their mouths were locked together; their tongues intertwined; their saliva co-mingled. Little mewls and muuffs of happy rapture escaped both female throats as they attempted to eat each other all up.

At the other end of the room, little Krissie giggled again and let go another small gush of little girl piss into Pattie's open mouth. This was so fun.

Ann hunched her secretion-drenched vulva against Paula's probing, subservient tongue. Both dom and sub were in total sensual rapture, the one serving, the other being serviced.

Suddenly, Krissie began calling out for her mother's attention.

"What's the matter, Krissie? Did Fatty Pattie do something you didn't like."

"No Mommy. Its just that I need to go poo poo real bad all of a sudden."

"Well honey, what's the problem?"

Krissie was slow to understand the meaning of her mother's rhetorical question.

"But Mommy, I gotta go!"

"Well then, go ahead and go. Tell Paula puppy to get off of Fatty Pattie and tell Fatty Pattie to take care of it for you."

Krissie blushed crimson and giggled.

"But Mommy, I gotta go poo poo."

"Well then, go poo poo. Now tell Paula puppy and Fatty Pattie what to do."

The little girl didn't have to be told a second time.

"Get up,Paula puppy."

Paula stood up and walked quietly over to the corner of the living room; rubbing her sore butt with her hands. She would have preferred continuing to lick at Ann's tasty crotch, but orders were orders.

Krissie reached down, grabbed a hank of Pattie's hair and pulled her away from her own little sex.

The 11 year old looked down into Pattie's sweet submissive face and said earnestly, "Fatty Pattie, I gotta go poo poo real bad. I'm gonna go poo poo in your mouth, and you better take it all and not let any get away. Understand?"

Pattie shook her head and began squealing.

"No, no. I don't want to. I don't want to. Please don't make me do that. Please."

"What's the matter, Pattie," Ann yelled down at her submissive teacher colleague. "Do you think that you're too good to eat my daughter's shit?"

"Please Ann, please. I've been good. I really have. You know I've been good. I've done everything you said to do. I've done everything Headmistress Margaret said to do. I've let you beat me till it hurt so bad that I peed and shit myself. I've sucked your pussies till you came in my mouth over and over again. I've played with myself in front of you, and I even almost came until you made me stop. I've let you take pictures of me and video everything so I won't ever run away. I've been really, really good. But please don't make me do this, too."

Pattie was almost hysterical as she pleaded not to have to suffer the ultimate indignity of being made to swallow Krissie's girl poop. She was very, very close to losing her mind as well as her soul.

Ann stood over Pattie and glared down at her in a towering rage.

"Pattie, you get your fat face back down there and you eat every little thing that my daughter offers you. You don't have any say in the matter; never had, never will. Just do it, or else I promise you I will personally beat your fat ass until you almost die from the pain and then I will use those precious photographs and videotapes of all your little escapades to ruin you so bad that you will never be able to show your pudgy face in this town ever again. Now, eat Krissie's poop and you better thank her just as sweetly as you know how for the privilege when you're done. Understand?"

Ann's tirade was followed immediately by a series of vicious faceslaps that suddenly brought Pattie up short with the absolute mind searing certainty that, so long as Ann and Headmistress Margaret decreed it, she no longer had any meaningful role to play in her own life other than as their totally obedient submissive slave.

This astonishing conclusion was nothing less than a true revelation for the woman, an apotheosis as it were. Pattie was forced to admit to herself at the primal level that she no longer had any voice whatsoever in her own life decisions.

For a long time now, Pattie had been keenly aware that she was leading a pointless and desperately lonely life. She had no family to care about her, and few, if any real friends. She had long since given up any hope that the teaching she did would provide any sense of reward or fulfillment in her life. Her one attempt to show passion and affection to another human being had resulted in the hellish existence which she was now being forced to endure.

All of a sudden, as if a light had gone on inside her unhinged brain, Pattie comprehended clearly that her place in life was nothing other than that of a complete submissive to the whims and wishes of other people. This was her true purpose in an up-until-then purposeless life; to serve and service the sick desires of others. The more she thought about it, the more Pattie came to be calmed and reassured by the notion.

She had to admit to herself that now that she really understood, she was feeling much better; much better indeed.

Pattie smiled serenely up at Ann and said in a quiet voice, "thank you Mistress Ann."

Then she pushed her face into Krissie's upturned little buttcrack, opened her mouth wide, and waited patiently for the little girl to feed her.

Ann smiled beatifically down at her daughter and her daughter's submissive slave.

"Ok Krissie, honey; go ahead. Fatty Pattie wants you to. She really, really does."

Krissie strained her little girl pelvis and soon Pattie's mouth was being filled up with little bits of girl poo.

Just like a happy baby bird being fed by its mother.

Patti nearly swooned in servile contentment.

"Now, swallow it all up, Fatty Pattie," Krissie giggled when she had finished voiding her bowels.

Pattie did as she was told; and smiled a sweet, serene smile of purest contentment.

"Now, lick me all clean like a good Fatty Pattie should."

Pattie eagerly complied, a warm, contented glow spreading over her beatific face.

"Good girl, Pattie," Ann praised her submissive slave. "Now what do you say."

"Thank you Krissie. It was real good."

"That's a good little Fatty Pattie," Krissie said as she patted the submissive teacher on the top of her head like she was a well-trained dog.

"Krissie, why don't you take Fatty Pattie back in your bedroom and play with her for a while. Maybe you can teach her to do some cute doggie tricks."

"Ok Mommy. Come on, Fatty Pattie. Let's go learn some doggie tricks. I want you to be a well behaved doggie whenever you come over to my house for a visit."

Pattie meekly gallumpfed along on her pudgy hands and knees beside her new little Mistress down the hall, as Krissie playfully spanked and pinched her corpulent butt cheeks without a care in the world.

"That's so sweet," Ann said as she looked lovingly after her departing daughter and Krissie's new sex toy. How neat for Krissie to have a new plaything. And so obedient, too!

By this time, Headmistress Margaret and Sandra had found seats on the sofa in Ann's living room and Paula was ministering to them in turn with that hungry and talented tongue of hers. She happily licked Sandra's yummy vulva for a while, then switched over to that of her tasty Headmistress.

Ann picked up the hairbrush Krissie had dropped on the floor, walked over to where Paula was crouched on her hands and knees, and began lightly swatting her rump with it. Nothing painful, mind you, just a bit of stimulation to encourage Paula in the task at hand.

After about twenty minutes of Paula's energetic tongue licking and Ann's butt swatting, Sandra and Headmistress Margaret erupted in a series of hot little orgasms. Paula continued to lick and slurp until Sandra and Margaret could stand no more and pushed her hungry lips away.

"Well, Sandra. You certainly have taught Paula baby girl here how to lick a slit," Headmistress Margaret complemented her student as she lovingly tousled the girl's hair.

"Yes, she is coming along nicely," Sandra replied with the pride of ownership of what was turning into a first rate submissive.

"Time to go home, Paula baby girl. I promised Kathy something when I got you home, and now it's time."

Sandra and Paula got dressed to leave as Headmistress Sandra began kissing Ann passionately in due payment for egging Paula on with the hairbrush to what can only be termed as prodigies of pussy licking.

By the time Sandra led Paula out of the Bently house, Margaret and Ann had forgotten all about them and were fully engaged in a torrid sixty-nine on the sofa.

"That's so cute," Sandra giggled as she and Paula got in the car and headed for home.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Twenty-Two:

Ann and Headmistress Margaret never heard the front door close, so involved were they in their own sexual scene. Headmistress Margaret had her thick thighs firmly clamped around Ann's head, and she was rocking her hips steadily, rubbing her engorged vulva back and forth all over the younger woman's face.

"Eat me, Ann. Eat me all up. You know you just love it when I make you eat my pussy. You can't get enough of it, can you."

Ann bent to her duties with a will. It was beyond a doubt true that she loved eating girlsex more than practically anything in the world. She had gotten into the habit in high school and the all-girl teacher's college she had attended, and had only lapsed for the three years she had been married to that wimp husband of hers. After the birth of Krissie and the divorce that ender her farcical marriage, Ann had taken up her Sapphic addiction again with a vengeance. The young teacher was never happier than when she was face deep in vagina.

Truth to tell, for all her own dominant instincts, Ann was salaciously drawn to Headmistress Margaret particularly because of the fact that the older woman had an erotic power over her that turned the younger woman from dominant to submissive as if Headmistress Margaret had thrown a light switch.. Ann had to admit to herself that she more than relished the sexual role reversal Headmistress Margaret forced upon her. But she wanted to reserve her submissive side for Headmistress Margaret only. She certainly didn't want to become a cunt slut submissive like Paula or Pattie. She wanted to dominate, to control, to humiliate, and she only submitted to Headmistress Margaret because the woman brought out that side of her, a side that no one else must ever discover.

This rare state of role reversal was quite titillating to the young teacher, and a highly stimulating change of pace. Therefore, it was with a great deal of lewd satisfaction that Ann slavishly ministered to her boss lady's saturated genitals.

Ann did her subservient job of woman licking so well that Headmistress Margaret suddenly rewarded her with a nice long series of small pelvic thrusts accompanied by a descant of little whines of orgasmic fulfillment. These were soon followed by a little gush of cyprienne fluid that flowed right into Ann's open mouth.

"Oh you really like licking my pussy, don't you, Ann," Headmistress Margaret chortled as her colleague continued to lick slavishly around her slit.

"You are such a little horndog, you nasty girl."

Ann raised her sticky face up off her Headmistress's crotch and said meekly , "Yes Margaret; You know that I like licking pussy more than anything else in the whole world. Especially when the woman I lick tastes as good as you do. And even more especially because you make me do it."

"That's my good slutty girl, Annie," Headmistress Margaret sighed languidly as the younger woman cleaned out every last drop of secretion from around her Headmistress's soppy vaginal canal with her probing wet tongue.

When Ann had finished her happy task and Headmistress Margaret had finally come back to herself, she looked over at the younger woman and smiled.

"Thanks, honey. That was heaven for an old broad like me. And now I must be going home to get some well deserved beauty rest."

"Krissie is still playing with Pattie. May we keep her overnight and bring her to you tomorrow."

"Certainly Ann; after what you just did for me, you and Krissie deserve to have as much fun as you want with old sow face. I'm through for the day, anyway."

Just as Headmistress Margaret was finishing dressing, Krissie came bounding into the room, still naked as the day she was born and twice as adorable.

"Is Pattie being a good little fatty doggie, Krissie?"

"Yes she is, Headmistress Margaret. I've already taught her how to sit up, and beg, and roll over, and play dead. She learns really fast."

"Well, you may continue to train her, Krissie," said Headmistress Margaret. "I'm leaving her with you for tonight.

"You can show me all the cute tricks you have taught her tomorrow when you bring her back to me, ok?"

"Sweet," giggled Krissie as she and her mom showed the Headmistress out the front door.

"Do you want to play with Pattie some more, Krissie," Ann asked her daughter sweetly.

Krissie stood in the middle of the living room and didn't say a word.

"Krissie," Ann asked anxiously. "Are you ok, honey?"

"Mommy,"Krissie finally looked over at her mother and said quietly. "I peeked in while you and Headmistress Margaret were laying on the sofa, and I saw you licking Headmistress Margaret's pookie, and you were licking it real hard."

Ann shivered as she felt cold chills run down her spine while she waited for her daughter to continue.

"And I heard you tell Headmistress Margaret that you liked licking her pookie most of all because she made you do it."

Ann averted her eyes from her daughter. She could not bring herself to reply. She so wished Krissie had not heard her admission of loving her submissive role to Headmistress Margaret. What was her evil eleven year old going to do about it?

"Mommy, do you really like it when Headmistress Margaret makes you lick her pookie like that and get it all sticky for her?"

Ann was now more than a little discomfited by her daughter's impertinent question. She had seen with her own eyes what Krissie was capable of. Where was her vicious little girl heading?

"Well, Mommy. Do you?"

Despite her growing fears, Ann just could not stop herself from answering her daughter's leading question truthfully even if her answer eventually took her someplace she was not sure she wanted to go.

"Yes, Krissie. I like it because Headmistress Margaret knows just how to make a person like me who is dominant by nature want to submit to her."

Ann prayed that her answer would satisfy her daughter, But Krissie would not be put off.

"But you like it when she MAKES you. That's the part you like the most. Isn't it, Mommy?"

Ann blushed with the knowledge that Krissie had figured out exactly where her buttons were. Was she now going to use that knowledge against her mother? But now there was no turning back. Ann's nether regions began to itch, and she no longer had the strength to resist.

"Yes, Krissie. I like it a lot when Headmistress Margaret makes me lick her pookie and get it all sticky for her."

Krissie smiled such a wicked little smile.

"So you really, really do like it best when Headmistress Margaret MAKES you lick her pookie for her. Don't you, Mommy?"

Ann looked at her daughter and began to shiver all over her body. There could be no question any longer where this was headed.

"Yes, Krissie," Ann whispered and averted her eyes once more. Krissie's compelling questions and her forced confessions were embarrassing her no end. But there was also the stirrings of a new desire deep within Ann's core. She wondered what it would be like to submit sexually to her eleven year old's evil whims. She wondered if she was going to find out soon.

Krissie moved even closer.

"And you really liked licking MY pookie for me when you took me to bed with you the other night; didn't you, Mommy?"

Once again Ann shuddered at the salacious memory of tonguing her eleven-year-old's tasty girl sex long into the night, then she answered in a whisper, "Yes, Krissie. I liked it a lot."

For it was completely true that Ann had been in purest rapture while her hungry tongue laved her young daughter's silky nether parts and tasted her fresh necter. It had been the strongest turn on of her life, and she now confessed to herself that she craved the opportunity to continue experiencing the evil bliss that mother-daughter incest with Krissie brought her.

As Ann stood there with these salacious thoughts tumbling through her mind, Krissie walked slowly toward her disquieted mother, reached out her little hand, and began lightly rubbing her insistent index finger almost nonchalantly in tiny circles just above Ann's distended clitoris. She looked up at Ann and locked eyes with her mother.

Ann whimpered softly and began to pant quietly as Krissie's finger rubbing began to take control of her. Krissie began humming softly to herself as she continued to finger diddle her mother. After a time, the girl spoke.

"Mommy, I want to make you lick my pookie for me right now. I want to MAKE you do it. I want to make you beg me to let you do it. I want you to be Krissie's bad mommy."

Ann felt a sudden weakness in her legs to the point that she could barely stand. Was her eleven year old daughter finally attempting to dominate her sexually just as Headmistress Margaret had done? A shudder of dread shot through Ann's body as she clearly sawe the horrible outcome for her of allowing such a situation to come to pass.

Ann stepped back a pace.

"No, Krissie honey. Mommy doesn't want you to make her do that. Mommy likes licking your little pookie a whole lot, but I don't want you to MAKE Mommy do it."

Krissie stepped forward and renewed her soft humming as she continued to feel her mother up. Her cunning little fingers were certainly becoming more unrelenting as they pushed against the moist opening of Ann's vagina. Ann's vulva began to itch and burn more fiercely and her panting became more pronounced. Ann couldn't retreat another step. Sher felt herself sinking into the pit.

"This is where I came from. Isn't it, Mommy," Krissie said as she slid one small finger into the inviting orafice."

"Yeeesssss, Krissie."

The girl continued to stroke and pet.

"Mommy," Krissie said in a mock scolding voice, "I want to make you lick my pookie right now this very minute. I mean it. I want to MAKE you do it. That will get my pookie really wet, and I WANT it. I want you to BEG me to let you do it. I want my own bad mommy to play with."

Ann now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if she gave in to her daughter's lurid demands, she would never be able to re-assert herself as the girl's mother. But it was becoming sooooo hard to resist the temptation to surrender and submit to her little girl's incestuous demands. Krissie's tiny fingers were stoking a fire that threatened to consume the older woman completely, making her surrender everything.

"No, Krissie. I don't want to," Ann whined.

Krissie just kept humming and sexing her mother up with her nasty little fingers.

"Mommy, if you don't lick me all up right this very minute like I tell you to, I'll stop playing with your squishy old Mommy pookie and I won't play with it ever again. And, and I'll never let you touch me ever again."

Ann heard her little girl's threat and it made her blood run cold.

"Krissie honey, you wouldn't really do that to your Mommy, would you? You know that I like licking your cute little pookie, I really do, honey. And I like it a whole lot when you play with Mommy's pookie, too. But Mommy doesn't want you to MAKE me."

Krissie just kept her devilish little fingers busy at her mother's hot crotch; coaxing, wheedling, seducing, subjugating.

"Mommy, I mean it. Ms. Peters at school talked with us kids the other day about mommies and daddies who play bad games with their kids. I think you have been playing bad games with me. You don't want me to tell Ms. Peters on you, do you, Mommy?"

Ann felt cold fingers run along her spine. Krissie was indeed threatening her. She was becoming adept at subjecting her victim through the threat of exposure coupled with the promice of rapture.

Krissie punctuated her insinuating question with little pokes of her index finger all along the portal to her mother's moistening slit.

Ann just couldn't seem to help herself any more. Krissie was winning the battle for her body and her soul. She instinctively spread her long, muscular legs, allowing Krissie to feel her up however she desired. Krissie kept smiling and humming. Mentally, the young woman was scrambling to recover herself, but physically, she was already falling over the edge.

"You're such a bad mommy, aren't you? Juts a bad mommy. Letting a little girl like me play nasty games with your old pookie like this. Letting me put my little finger way inside your soppy old mommy pookie. I bet Ms. Peters would think you were a really nasty mommy if I told her about what we do together in bed and what you do to me and let me do to you."

Ann knew that if Krissie ever told on her, her future life would not be worth living. She would spend many years in prison as a convicted child molestor. Besides, her little girl's insistant fingers felt sooooooo good. Didn't they?

"Krissie, honey. Please don't do this to Mommy. Please don't, baby."

Krissie giggled as she just kept up her torment. The little girl understood instinctively that if she could make Ann really turn on sexually at the prospect of becoming her daughter's submissive little sex toy and at the same time make her mother terrified of the consequences of not doing so, then the little girl would have won the war of wills.

And, just as her daughter hoped, Ann was in fact experiencing what can only be described as the most intense sexual stimulation brought upon by her daughter's salacious words and her tantalizing fingers.

And furthermore, these intense feelings of sexual hunger were being overlaid in Ann's mind with a real dread and anxiety caused by her daughter's threats of exposure.

Ann was well aware that Krissie could get them all in a gread deal of trouble if she told anyone in authority about the goings on at the Bently household or at Bridewell Academy. And besides, the eleven year old's fingers really was becoming so very insistent with all their erotic pokings and proddings.

By this time, the evil little imp had thrust one, then two, then three of her small fingers up inside her mother's mucusing vagina. She was holding her palm right against the outer lips while moving her fingers all around inside. From time to time, Krissie would rotate her palm so that it would friction across Ann's turged clit. When she did that, Ann would give the kind of little high-pitched squeal that Krissie just loved to hear.

Then Krissie prised her little pinkie finger into Ann's tight slit so that she had almost her entire hand involved in sexing her mother up. Ann began to pant loudly as Krisie's fingers filled her up. Her slick viganal walls were doing their best to accommodate Krissie's whole hand, her interior muscles squeezed down on it like a vice.

But little Krissie was not content to stop there. Slowly but surely the eleven year old managed to get her thumb squeezed together with her other fingers inside Ann's spasming quim. This was almost more than her mother could bear. She was sooo full, and it felt soooo good. Ann began to whine and whimper as Krissie rotated her hand inside of her. Her sweat drenched naked body wriggled and swayed to her daughter's ministrations.

Then, slowly but surely, Krissie made a little fist of her hand and began unhurriedly pistoning it in and out of her mother's tight sheath. Ann began to squeal over and over again in pleasure pain as her young daughter pumped her fist into her. She had never before in her whole life felt this full. Ann splayed her feet as far apart as they would go and squatted over her daughter's driving hand so that Krissie could have total access to her.

For her part, Krissie just smiled that adorable little smile of hers and continued slowly to fist her mother in and out, in and out, in and out, until she could plainly see that Ann was just about to go over the edge.

"Oh, Krisssssiiiiiiieeeeeeee. Please, please make Mommy ccccuuuuummmmmmm. Please baby. Please for Mommy."

Ann did not care in the slightest that she was humiliating and degrading herself completely in front of her domineering little daughter. All in this world that she wanted at that instant was for Krissie to continue fist fucking her release-starved pussy until she came, and came, and came some more.

But, abruptly, the wicked little girl jerked her fist completely out of Ann's spasming tunnel, returning to her impish game of pussy teasing all around the outer surfaces only.

The older woman's reaction was instantanious. She cried out and doubled up as if she had been hit very hard in the stomach. The sudden absence of Krissie's enticing little fist inside her almost caused Ann to faint from unfulfilled sexual frustration. Seeing her mom in such dire straints, Krissie giggled.

Hearing her daughter's triumphant little giggle at so clearly having demonstrated her control and despite the almost overwhelming craving for sexual release that assaulted her senses, Ann somehow mustered up enough presence of mind to force herself to make one last fleeting attempt to re-establish her status as Krissie's mother and to wrest control back from her daughter before it was too late.

"Stop Krissie. Stop now. I don't want to play this game any more."

Krissie looked up and smiled sweetly.

"Ok, Mommy," Krissie immediately removed her sticky fingers from Ann's vagina and shoved them right in front of her mother's face, only inches away from her nose. Her little arm was slicky almost up to the elbow with her mother's cyprienne fluid.

"Here, Mommy. Go on and smell your nasty old Mommy pookie on my fingers. Doesn't it smell good? Don't you want to lick your Mommy sticky off my little arm? Maybe if you lick it really good and show me what a bad mommy you are, I'll put my hand back inside you."

Despite her apparent show of forcefulness, Ann nearly fainted away from the pangs of unfulfilled need brought on by Krissie's precipitous action. Her body so desperately wanted Krissie's hand to return to its lewd task. The older woman sniffed her daughter's offered fingers, and, in a flash, she was overcome by an irresistible compulsion to lick them clean. Ann found that she wanted to do this more than she had wanted anything ever before in her life.

"Oh Krissie," Ann signed, suddenly spiritually empty and totally overwhelmed with sexual longing. She moved forward to do as her daughter had ordered. But just as she was about to take her first tentative lick, Krissie stepped back, just out of her reach.

"No, Mommy. You said we were through playing this game."

Krissie jerked her hand away from her mother's hungry mouth. Ann shuddered and a film of cold sweat broke out on her body. She was sooooo hungry.

"I know, Krissie honey, I know. But Mommy was wrong. May I please lick your fingers clean for you? You wouldn't mind that, would you, baby? That wouldn't be so bad, would it? You said I could. You really, really said I could. Please baby."

The triumphant eleven year old held her hand well away from her mother's mouth that Ann now unconsciously held wide open just like a baby bird desperately hoping for sustenence from its parent. Her tongue stuck out from between her lips. She wanted to taste herself on her daughter's hand so badly.

"No, Mommy. You said we were through and that means that you don't get any more treats from me. I have Fatty Pattie for a pet now, and I don't need you any more. So you just go back to being my Mommy. And when I get tired of Fatty Pattie, I'll tell Ms. Peters what you have been doing with me. And then I'll go live with someone else 'cause you will be in jail for the nasty things you made me do."

Ann was by now almost hysterical within a swirling maelstrom of sexual craving for the resumption of her daughter's wanton attentions all mixed up with searing fear at the possibility of being informed on by her.

"Please Krissie, please,m please don't do that. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry, Krissie honey. I'll be your bad mommy and lick your pookie whenever you tell me to from now on. Please, Krissie. Please let Mommy lick your pookie. I'll be good. I promise."

Krissie only smiled. She felt so good. Her mother belonged to her now, body and soul.

"And do anything else I tell you to from now on, too Mommy?"

Ann shuddered.

"Ok, honey. I'll do whatever you say to do from now on. Just please don't tell on me. Please don't. I'll be your bad mommy from now on. I'll lick your fingers. I'll lick your pookie. I'll do anything you say. Please, baby. I need to cum cum soooo bad."

Krissie hesitated for a minute longer, knowing full well that she was prolonging her mother's emotional agony.

"Do you promise, Mommy. Really, really?"

Krissie's demeanor had become entirely unsympathetic. She was going to get her way now, no matter what. Ann could clearly see it. There was nothing in this world that she could do now but surrender completely.

"Yes, Krissie honey, I really truly promise I'll do whatever you tell me to do from now on."

Ann bowed her head as a sign of her total submission, and her downcast eyes expressed her new subservient frame of mind. The eleven year old smiled broadly to see her mother react this way, and the devilish little girl wondered for a brief second just exactly how far she could push her mother down the salacious road to total submissiveness. It certainly was going to be a fun trip now that she knew that she had won.

"Ok Mommy," Krissie suddenly thrust her mommy juice coated fingers deep into Ann's ravenous mouth.

"Suck my fingers all clean for me, Mommy. And you better do a real good job."

Ann avidly licked and sucked her musk off the tiny fingers as a sense of blissful relief swept over her. Krissie was going to make it all better, after all.

When Ann had clenzed Krissie's fingers to the girl's satisfaction, She was treated to being allowed to lick herself off of Krissie's little arm as well. And as she was finishing up, Krissie admonished her once again.

"But just remember, Mommy, if you ever misbehave on me, I'll tell Ms. Peters right away. You wouldn't like that. Would you Mommy?"

"No Krissie," Ann said very quietly to her smiling eleven-year-old daughter. "I don't ever want you to tell on me. I'll do anything you say from now on. Just don't tell."

Krissie took a step back so she could clearly see the expression on her mother's face.

"Well then, Mommy. First of all, you better beg me real nice if you can lick my pookie for me right now. 'Cause if you beg me real, real nice, I'll let you do it and I won't tell Ms. Peters on you."

Krissie giggled in triumph as her mother bowed her head once more in resignation.

Ann could not deny that she felt a renewed sexual tingle deep inside, and she began thinking lewd, submissive thoughts in spite of herself.

"Please, Krissie, may I lick your pookie for you, honey. I'm begging you to let me do it, baby. Please, please.""

"Why Mommy?"

"To make it feel good, honey."

But the little girl wanted more.

"Why Mommy?"

Ann looked up at her stern faced daughter and knew what she must say.

"Because you are making me do it."

Krissie knew that from now on, she was in total control.

"Will you lick it all over and make it feel real good like you did before?"

"Yes, honey."

"Will you lick it for as long as I want you to?"

"Yes Krissie. For as long as you want me to."

"And will you lick my little bott botty hole like FattyPattie just did? That felt really funny."

Ann gulped, but then meeekly agreed to lick Krissie's bottom hole.

Why couldn't she regain control? Why was she suddenly so sexually addicted to her young daughter? Ann was now too far gone to answer these questions, or even to care. The bottom line was that she had promised to do anything Krissie said, and she would keep her promise. The itch between her legs demanded it.

"And will you suck on my little toesies and get them all squeeky clean for me too, Mommy? I really think I would like to make you lick and suck my toesies for me."

Ann just nodded her bowed head. Her quim was dripping pearly drops of woman dew at the thought of where her elebven year old would take her.

"Maybe Fatty Pattie would help you. She's such a good, obedient little doggie woggie for me. Don't you want to be my good, obedient little doggie woggie too, Mommy?"

Ann shivered at the thought that from now on, as far as Krissie was concerned, she was on a par with her former victim, Pattie. But she had no choice any more except submission.

"Yes Krissie, I'll lick your toesies for you, and anything else you tell me to. I want to be your good, obedient little doggie woggie very much. Just like Fatty Pattie."

Krissie had begun to feel her mother up once again, and her exploring fingers were getting saturated with Ann's secretions as the teacher mother fell further and further into the well of sexual submissiveness to her eleven year old daughter.

"And will you lick Fatty Pattie's pookie and bott bott hole, too? She's my little doggie woggie for tonight, you know, and I want her well cared for while she's at my house."

At this last indignity, Ann nearly rebelled again. But Krissie's insistent fingers coupled with her own sick imaginings of what was in store for her at the hands of her daughter pushed her irretrievably over the cliff.

"Yes, Krissie, I'll do whatever you tell me to do to take care of Pattie."

Then a real fear struck at Ann's consciousness.

"But please don't tell Headmistress Margaret that I'm doing all these things. I don't want her to know what we do here at home."

Krissie looked at her mother with an evil grin on her face.

"I won't tell Headmistress Margaret as long as you are my bad mommy, and do everything I say here at home. And I'll make Pattie cake keep her mouth shut, too."

Ann sighed in grateful releaf.

"Ok, Krissie. I'll be your bad mommy and do everything you tell me here at home." Ann said quietly as she gave over total control to her willful little daughter.

"Good, Mommy. That's a real good Mommy" Krissie praised as she stroked the fingers of her other hand through her mother's long, wavy hair.

Ann began to pant softly as her daughter's salacious touch whetted her sick submissive sexual appitite. Then she began to make little whimpering, pleading moans of unfulfilled desire.

Ann found herself ravenous for the release the touch of her daughter Mistress promised. She felt warm and happy all over now that she had surrendered totally; but now she wanted the little girl's fingers on her, stimulating her, bringing her off. She craved it. She hungered for it in the worst way possible.

Krissie began to slide her insistant little fingers into her mother's hungry slit once more. Now that she had total control, the little girl thought it was time to reward her mother's surrender.

"It'll be so much fun having two little grown up lady doggie woggies to play with; a Pattie doggie and a Mommy doggie."

Ann's moistening and spasming vaginal walls caused her to speculate that this new transfer of power at her house would prove to be as sexually satisfying for her as it would be for her daughter; if only the little girl would just get on with it. Ann itched and burned terribly with desire. She just had to cuuuuummmmmm.

Krissie had two fingers deep inside her mother. Despite her mother's obvious sex hunger, the little girl wasn't going to do anything more for Ann until the older woman demonstrated her complete servility.

"Ok Mommy. Now go ahead and lick my little pookie real good for me like you begged me to let you."

Krissie squatted down a little and Ann lay down on the floor, looked up at her daughter's inviding vulva, and did as she was told. She stuck her face hungriy into Krissie's hairless crotch. The scents of Krissie's recent urination and defication were heady to Ann's senses and inflamed her submissive sexual instincts even further.

"Mmmmmmmmm, that feels good, Mommy. You are a good pookie licker. I'm going to keep making you lick my pookie forever and ever."

The eleven year old reached her other hand behind her mother's bowed head and pressed her tightly against the hairless slit. The other hand, sticky with sex necter, she removed from Ann's dripping tweat and moved it up to the other side ofher mother's head to wickedly tease and tickle the older woman's neck and ear. In response, Ann mewled like a hungry kitten and redoubled her licking efforts.

Ann's wanton oral ministrations to her eleven year old went on for many minutes with the little girl wriggling happily, and giggling loudly, and sensuously rubbing her hairless crack all around her mother's mouth, nose, eyes, and cheeks. Then Krissie suddenly pushed her mother's face away from her crotch and stood up.

"I'm tired of squatting over you Mommy. Let's go in your bedroom, and play bad doggies."

Ann reluctantly gut up off the floor and followed her naked daughter out of the living room. As they walked toward Ann's bedroom, Krissie called out in a loud cheerful voice, "Here Fatty Pattie. Come here girl."

Krissie slapped her hand against her naked thigh just as one would do to encourage a family pet to come to them.

And Pattie did come; loping out of Krissie's bedroom, gallumpfing along on all fours; her flabby breasts swaying from side to side, and her expansive butt stuck well into the air.

"Good doggie woggie,Fatty Pattie. Now, lick me hello just like l taught you."

Pattie happily began slurping at the little girl's crotch, snuffeling and licking, licking and snuffeling. She could taste saliva on her little Mistress's sex and wondered whose it was.

"Good girl, Fatty Pattie. Are you happy to see me, girl?"

Pattie wiggled her fat butt from side to side to show her new little Mistress how truly happy she was to see her. Her licking of the eleven year old's sex then took on a rather frantic quality. Krissie's new sex toy wanted so desperately to please the little girl.

For Pattie, this was so much better than getting her ass whipped by Headmistress Margaret. Perhaps if the corpulent teacher pleased her sufficiently, Krissie would use her influence on her mother to cajole the older woman into letting her remain under Krissie's domination. Pattie just had to do anything she could to convince Krissie that she was her obedient sex slave.

"I brought you a friend to play with, Fatty Pattie. This is my new doggie. Her name is Annie."

Pattie looked up in utter surprise to see one of her erstwhile tormentors being referred to in this fashion.

"Now, be a good girl like Fatty Patty and get down, Annie, and say hello to Fatty Pattie like all good little doggie woggies do."

Blushing from head to toe, Ann lowered herself to all fours, and then went to Pattie and began sniffing her between the legs from the rear.

"Ann," Pattie said in amazement.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Krissie slapped her rotund sex toy hard across her upturned face.

"Doggies like you and Annie don't talk, silly. Don't forget again or I'll give you back to Headmiostress Margaret to play with. If you want to be my little doggie woggie, you better behave."

Pattie looked puzzled but fear of the consequences let her know when to keep her mouth shut.

Then Krissie began to speculate on what the problem was.

"Oh Annie Mommy, Fatty Pattie doesn't know you the way doggies know each other. Stick your butt in her face like a good doggie so she can recognize you by sniffing you."

A humiliated Ann did exactly as her eleven year old Mistress daughter hadcommanded. She wheeled around on the floor, and stuck her fanny right in Pattie's face.

"Lick her and sniff her like a good little doggie woggie, Fatty Pattie. Do you recognize her, now?"

Pattie certainly recognized the smell and taste of Ann. She had had to endure it often enough in the past.

Pattie wiggled her butt to show that she recognized Krissie's mother as another doggie like herself and was making friends with her.

"See Annie doggie, Fatty Pattie knows you, now. I think you should let her know that you want to make friends too, doggie style."

Ann reached around and began sniffing Pattie's portly crotch from behind once again.

"Well lick her, silly Mommy and let her know you want to make friends."

Ann's klast shread of dignity asserted itself, and she shook her head 'no' at this last indignity of an order from her young domme, but Krissie was having none of her rebellion. The eleven year old moved over to where her mother was standing on all fours, slipped her little hand along Ann's buttcrack, and jabbed two of her fingers suddenly and sharply into the older woman's rectum.

"Oh Krissie, stop honey. That hurts Mommy."

Krissie continued to dryfingerfuck her mother's ass hole until Ann began to cry out and moan pitiously in growing distress.

"If you want me to stop, Mommy doggie, you better lick Fatty Pattie's butthole and pookie like a good little doggie woggie. Remember what I said I'd do to you if you didn't."

The pain in Ann's butt was growing, and she definitely wanted her daughter to stop molesting her. And the fear of being exposed to the authorities for what she was made the older woman cringe.

Ann felt degraded at the prospect of having to put her mouth on Pattie's vulva and rosette, but Krissie's order couldn't be disobeyed without continuing to endure the not inconsiderable pain her daughter was inflicting upon her.

Therefore, Ann gave into her submissive side and began licking around Pattie's rosette and her sex with a will.

"That's my good little well behaved mommy doggie woggie."

Krissie suddenly removed her cruel fingers from her mother's behind and shoved them into Pattie's mouth.

Pattiel licked away till there was no trace whatsoever of Ann poo on Krissie's fingers.

"Fatty Pattie, do you have to go walkees," Krissie asked, suddenly realizing that her doggie slave had not been to the bathroom for at least three hours.

Pattie suddenly realized that she had to urinate in the worst way, now that Krissie had brought it to her atention. She nodded her head and whined piteously to get her point across.

Krissie thought of yet one more evil way to get the point across that her mother belonged to her from now on.

"Annie Mommy, why don't you be a good, friendly little doggie woggie and let Fatty Pattie pee pee in your mouth. She needs to go real bad, and I don't think she can wait to go outside."

Ann suddenly realized that her little submissive incest game with her daughter was moving in a direction she most assuredly did not fancy.

"Krissie, honey. I don't want Pattie to pee pee in my mouth. Please, honey. Please don't make me do that. I do so many other things you make me do. Please don't make me do that."

Krissie came back over to where her mother was resting on her hands and knees. The little girl reacted as fast as lightning. She slapped her mother's face twice, in quick succession; then twice more for good measure. Stinging tears appeared in Ann's eyes.

"Bad doggie, Annie; bad, bad doggie. Now you do what I said this minute, or I'll tell all the grownups at my school all about what you and Headmistress Margaret do to me. You really don't want that, do you, Mommy Annie?"

Ann shrank back from her daughter's stinging slaps and threatening words.

"No Krissie. Don't tell anyone what we do here in this house. I'll behave from now on. I promise."

Krissie stroked her mother's hair.

"Good Annie doggie. But you better hurry. See; Fatty Pattie really has got to go pee pee real bad."

It was true. Pattie was whimpering and whining; looking for all the world as though she was going to pee herself that very second."

Krissie looked over at her mother, put her little hands on her hips, and said in a stern voice, "Get back behind her right now, Annie doggie, and let Fatty Pattie pee pee in your mouth. I don't want any doggie peepee on my carpet."

Ann, hearing the determination in her little girl's voice that sent a thrill of wanton submissivness through her body, immediately crawled behind her former sex toy colleague and obediently opened her mouth to receive the other woman's golden stream. It was not long in coming.

Pattie gave a little grunt of satisfaction as she allowed the hot and pungent golden spray out of her body and into Ann's wide open mouth. Pattie gushed and gushed; as if she would never empty her bladder. And Ann sputtered, and swallowed, and gulped the acrid Pattie pee water down as fast as her throat reflexes would allow. She thought to herself as she was doing this that Krissie would be so proud of her for being such an obedient little subby. And that thought made the itch between her naked legs burn hotter.

As she gulped Pattie's hot urine down her throat, Ann felt a steady stream of lubrication oozing out of her spasming vagina and onto her left leg. This submissive role she was now playing against Krissie's dominant one was proving to be a real turn on after all. Submissiveness to her own eleven-year-old daughter was an entirely new side to Ann's sexual nature, and she was beginning to love it.

At the very second when Pattie had finished spraying, Ann felt Krissie's little hand give her exposed butt cheeks a slap. The little slaps were stinging, but the warmth they generated was most certainly sexually stimulating, especially considering the source.

"Oh Mommy, I just love spanking your grown-up bad mommy butt after I make you do nasty things like drink Fatty Pattie's peepee. This is so neat. I'm going to make you do so many nasty things with Fatty Pattie. And I'm going to spank you after each and every one."

Krissie stopped slapping after a short while and contented herself with feeling her mother up. As she stood over her mom's accessable body, the young girl experienced such a grand feeling of power and control while fondling and molesting Ann's posterior. Her mother did absolutely nothing whatsoever to prevent it. In fact, Ann's only response to her daughter's impudence was an occasional whimper or squeal when Krissie touched her in a way that accentuated her growing hornyness.

"Mommy has a sticky pookie; Mommy has a sticky pookie."

Krissie giggled as she penetrated her mother's vaginal slit from behind with her little fingers.

When Ann had finished licking and slurping up all Pattie's remaining golden drops, Krissie removed her groping hand and walked around to her front and ran her mucus covered fingers lovingly through her mother's short hair.

"She's such a good little doggie woggie," Krissie repeated quietly over and over as one hand stroked Ann's hair and the other found its way to her own inflamed crotch and began exploring; poking and prodding her most intimate parts while Ann looked on in rapt attention, hoping and praying for just a little taste.

"Are you through pee peeing, Fatty Pattie?"

"Yes, Mistress Krissie, I'm through."

Krissie smiled down at her mother, seeing and understanding the great desire in Ann's eyes. The young girl didled herself just a little more, wickedly prolonging her mother's anticipation.

"Good. Now Annie doggie, since you don't have any more reason to keep licking Fatty Pattie's pookie; why don't you come over here with me and lick mine?"

Ann immediately warmed up to the prospect of being her eleven year old's pookie licking sexual submissive. The sick idea of it all was becomming just so devinely deliscious to her. This was especially true if Krissie was really going to make good on her offer to allow her mother finally to use her hungry tongue on her.

Ann crawled right behind her dominant young daughter to where Krissie had stopped in the middle of the floor and began lovingly hugging her arms around the eleven year old girl's slender hips. She planted lick kiss after sensuous lick kiss on and around Krissie's hypersensitive little cameltoe, humming contentedly to herself. And Krissie wriggled and giggled fit to kill.

Then little Krissie had an idea.

"Mommy, I want you to do something really nasty for me. I want you to play with your pookie while I watch you do it," said Krissie in a teasing voice as she looked down at her submissive mother.

"I've heard the noises you make in your bedroom when you think you're alone. I want to see what my cute little Mommy looks like when she's playing with her pookie."

"Oh, and Mommy, I want you to act real nasty while you do it. I want to see what a dirty little Mommy you can be."

Ann took only a second or so to make up her mind whether she was going to comply with this most intimate order from her daughter. Then she lay down on her bed and immediately began fingering herself. Krissie pulled a stooll from her mom's dressing table right up to the edge of the bed so she could get a really good view.

"Come over here, Pattie cake and lick my little pookie poo real good for me while I make Mommy play with herself."

Pattie immediately obliged. Being Krissie's sex slave was a lot easier on her butt than being Headmistress Margaret's, and she knew it. The chubby teacher licked the child's hairless sex lips tenderly and thoroughly. She wanted Krissie to feel good right now more than anything else in the whole world.

By now, Ann was well into her exhibitionistic incestuous masterbatory show. Krissie looked down at her mom's face that had begun to grimace in sensual anticipation. She looked at Ann's breasts, that were turning color; and her nipples, that were stiffening. She looked at Ann's hands that were caressing herself and heightening her sexual tension; stroking and jabbing, plunging and playing.

"Do you like playing bad little Mommy games with your mommy pookie while I watch you, Annie doggie?"

Ann panted out her reply.

"Yes Krissie, I like being a bad Mommy in front of you."

"Does it feel good when I make you play with your pookie while I watch?"

"Yes Krissie, it feels real good when you make Mommy do nasty, bad, sexy things while you watch."

Ann's hips began to buck and gyrate aroung as she continued to play wirth herself. Her fingers became more insistant. Her half open eyes saw the look of erotic power on Krissie's face and Ann redoubled her efforts. She so desperately wanted to exhibit the very depths of her slutty submissiveness for her daughter.

Krissie wanted to focus allo her attention on her mother's approaching orgasm. She shoooed Pattie away from between her legs and motioned for her to lie down at the foot of Ann's bed. Reluctantly, Pattie did as bidden.

"Stick your fingers all the way in your pookie, Mommy," Krissie ordered in a tone that would brook no argument.

Ann did as ordered.

"Now swish them around inside and get them all stickie wet."

Ann's lust-hungry vaginal walls clamped down on her fingers like velvet teeth as she scissered them inside her hot canal.

As she watched, Krissie got another idea.

"Take your fingers out Mommy, and stick them in your bott bott hole. I wand you to get it all slick for me."

Ann did as her eleven year old daughter ordered her with an assiduity born of purest lust.

"Stick them in really far, Mommy."

Ann eagerly did as she was bidden to do. Her salaciously intoxicated mind could refuse her daughter nothing.

"Now, pull your fingers all the way out of your bott bott, Mommy dear. Now, be a good girl and stick them in your mouth. Lick all that yummy yummy off your fingers. I want you to be my nasty Mommy girl."

Ann cringed slightly at the thought of having to clean off her poo and pussy juice covered fingers with her own tongue. She made a sour little face but her craving made her do it anyway.

"Good doggie woggie, Annie puppy," applauded Krissie. "Now, stick those bad Mommy fingers back in your pookie."

Ann didn't have to be told twice.

"You really want to be a good little puppy wuppy for me, don't you Mommy?"

Ann was sooooooo close.

"Yes, Krissie. I want to be the bestest doggie woggie you own."

"Mommy," Krissie suddenly got all serious, as only a eleven year old can do. "Pattie is getting to be a really good doggie woggie herself. I have begun to train her really well, and I don't think you or Headmistress Margaret should go around beating her with a stick any more."

Ann was comopletely brought up short. She was sooooo damn close, and here was Krissie confusing her with this new issue.

"You don't, Krissie," Ann whimpered to her daughter as she jerked on the bed, her fingers thrusting deep inside her.

"No Mommy. Pattie will be a good doggie without being beaten to obey. Won't you Pattie?"

Pattie looked up from her place at the foot of Ann's bed.

"Yes Krissie. I will be a good doggie for you and obey you all the time without being beaten."

"And you won't ever tell on us, will you, Pattie?"

"No Krissie, I won't ever tell on you. I like being your pet."

"Come here, then, and just lick my pookie all up to show me how much you love being my pet."

Pattie immediately got down on all fours once more, crawled to where Krissie was searted, and began to lick and lap at the eleven year old's genitals.

"Can I keep her, Mommy; can I, huh?"

Ann was sooooooooooooooo close.

"Yes, Krissie," the older woman whined.

"We'll have to talk to Headmistress Margaret about that. Pattie is her doggie, not mine. Bit I will convince her to give Pattie to you as your pet."

Keissie giggled.

"And I know how you will convince her, Mommy. You'll convince her with your tongue deep in her pookie. I wanna watch you do it from now on."

"Now that Headmistress Margaret has Sandra, and Paula puppy, and you, and some more of the girls and ladies at your school to play with; she can just give Pattie to me for my own little doggie."

"In fact, I want you do do whatever Headmistress Margaret says so I can keep Pattie as my pet from now on. Otherwise I'll let her know that you are now my own personal bad mommy. I don't think you want that, do you Mommy?"

Ann stopped finger fucking herself and stared up at Krissie.

"No Krissie; I don't want Headmistress Margaret to know that I belong to you. She might not like that. I'll talk to her tomorrow when you show her how well behaved Pattie has become for you. And I'll do whatever she says so you can keep Pattie all to yourself. And I'll ask Headmistress Margaret to let you watch me do it. I know that will make her sooo wet."

Krissie clapped her hands and cheered.

"Ok, Mommy, you can put your fingers back to work. I want to let you cum cum for me 'cause you are such a good Mommy.

"And Pattie, you better go along for your sake as well as mine. I might have to make you do some tricks for Headmistress Margaret to let her know what a good doggie you are."

Pattie agreed wholeheartedly. She was rapidly falling in sensual lusty love with Ann's young daughter, and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize her continued salacious relationship with the child.

And the more Ann thought of the concept, the better she liked it. Submitting to the harsh demands of Headmistress Margaret so that her dome young daughter could keep her former submissive slave made her hotter and hotter.

Ann cried out as she neared the edge of orgasm.

"It will turn Headmistress Margaret on a whole lot to know that one of her teachers at Bridewell Academy was the sex slave of an eleven year old."

Ann's fingers were now flying.

"If you promise not to ever tell anyone about our little games here at home, Krissie, I'll do whatever it takes to get Headmistress Margaret to let you have Pattie here to play with from now on."

Krissie leaned over her mother and began tweezing the older woman's nipples between her nails.

The flashes of pain that Krissie caused her were the catylist that finally pushed Ann over into cum after powerful cum, after powerful cum. She wriggled around on the bed and screamed her release. Krissie had a hard time keeping her fingers at their tweezing task. But she kept at it until her mother finally lay limp and sated on her sweat drenched sheets.

But Krissie wanted more.

"Neat. Now you and Pattie share and share alike by both licking my pookie for me. I really want to see two grown up ladies on their hands and knees licking my pookie for me; two bad, bad doggies."

"And you know what, I think I have to pee pee."

"Ok homey," Ann said as she crawled from the bed to the floor and shared the now happy task of lapping her daughter's vulva along with her erstwhile slave Pattie.

And when Krissie finally did favor her two submissive slaves with a golden flow, Ann was the winner of it. Krissie's mother brought herself off yet again with her driving hand just as she was licking her daughter clean.

And so the evening went at the Bently household. Both grown women contentedly satisfying the budding sensuality and sexual power hunger of an eleven year old little girl well into the night.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Twenty-Three:

At the same time Krissie was putting her two new doggie slaves through their paces, Sandra St. George was teaching her submissive teacher a few new tricks as well.

On the way home from Ann's house, Sandra ordered Paula to drive to the local drugstore. There were a few items she needed in order to give Kathy her promised treat.

Sandra marched Paula right up to the pharmacist, Mr. Polly; a man who had known the older woman for years.

"Hi, Mrs. Beale. What may I get for you today."

"She wants a disposable catheter kit," Sandra interrupted before Paula could open her mouth. It was just as well, because Paula really didn't know what she was at the drugstore to get.

"Who is the catheter kit for, Mrs Beale. Is Kathy having bladder problems or are you going to have surgury or something?"

"It's for her," Sandra snickered.

"She's going to let me cathiter her when we get home, aren't you, Paula."

Paula, who as a science and health teacher knew all about cathiterization, had had no idea that Sandra wanted to do this to her. Now she knew to her utter horror; and so now did the pharmasist.

"Do you need help with the cathiter, Mrs. Beale? Is your young friend here going to help you administer the procedure?"

Paula looked blank, then she answered, realizing that Sandra was staring at her silently; expecting her to answer for herself.

"Now answer the nice man, Paula. Tell him you are practicing for a demonstration at school."

Paula winced at having to admit all this to Mr. Polly. But Sandra's stern expression left her no way out.

"Yes, Mr. Polly. My friend Sandra is going to help me. It's for a demonstration at school."

"Paula really, really likes it when I help her," Sandra said with a mischievous giggle in her throat. She patted her teacher's butt affectionately, then squeezed one of her buttcheeks in full view of Mr. Polly. Paula turned bright red.

"She does," Mr. Polly asked incredulously. This conversation was bordering on the truly kinky.

"Yes, Paula she likes it a whole lot when I cath her," Sandra said, her smile growing broader every second. Her possessive hand moved up and down along the line of Paula's butt, then up around her midrif and under her breast where it remained.

Paula was by now a very bright shade of red.

"She also likes it when people watch me cath her, Mr. Polly. Maybe she'll invite you over to watch some day. I bet you'd like that."

Paula shuddered as she felt Sandra's hand caress her breast in full view of the pharmacist and heard her salacious invitation. Mr. Polly seemed more than a little flustered as he got a catheter kit down from the shelf and handed it to Paula.

Sandra noticed the bulge that tented Mr. Polly's pants.

"Great. Thanks," Sandra said with a broad smile on her face.

And I can see that the idea of watching me cath Paula appeals to you," the girl giggled as Mr. Polly turned red.

"Now, where can we find some nice soft cord? Do you carry any?"

Despite his embarrassment at being caught out, Mr. Polly was intreagued to find out why Sandra needed cord.

"Why yes. We have a fine selection of cord and clothesline as well on aisle four. What do you want it for?"

Sandra reached over the counter and patted Mr. Polly's cheek.

"I use it to tie up Paula's big breasts for her so they get all balloonie, isn't that right, Paula?"

The teacher was just so embarrasssed by this time that she wanted to sink right through the floor of the pharmacy and disappear. For his part, Mr. Polly was downright flabbergasted, but intreagued none the less.

"Well, Paula. Tell him."

"Yes, Mr. Polly. She uses it to tie up my breasts. I like my breasts being tied up real tight."

"The cord is on aisle four," was all Mr. Polly could get out before starting to retreart back into his rows of pharmacy shelves. Perhaps his massive boner would go down before he had to come out again.

Sandra swatted her teacher slave firmly on the butt, rekindling her pain from Krissie's hairbrush.

"What do you say to the nice man?"

Paula shivered.

"Thanks Mr Polley for all your help."

Sandra found the cord and made Paula pay for it and the catheter kit at the checkout register. Then she and her pliant teacher slave walked out of the pharmach and got in Paula's car. Paula did not have to be told to rook up her skirt so that Sandra could get at her sex. But the seventeen year old sadistic Mistress was no longer satisfied with this only.

"Sit still, Paula while I unbutton this blouse of yours and untie it so that it is completely open for all the world to see that I own you."

"Please don't Mistress Sandra," Paula whined. "Haven't you embarrassed me enough in public?"

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"What did you say to me," Sandra screamed at her teacher as loud as she could. Other people in the parking lot turned around to stare at the teenage girl yelling at the obviously frightened older woman.

"Please, Mistress Sandra," Paula whispered. "I'm sorry. I'll be good from now on."

"Say it loud so the folks can hear you, and open that blouse while you are at it."

As Paula was unbuttoning and untying her blouse, she said in a loud voice "I'm sorry Mistress Sandra. I'll be good from now on."

Severel of the people in the parking lot laughed; others turned their heads in disgust. A few of the younger ones waved or clapped their hands.

Paula was mortified. She prayed that no one had recognized her as she drove out of the parking lot and back toward the house.

Sandra acted as if nothing had happened. She just hummed happliy to herself as she fondled her teacher's breasts, slid her hands posessively along her thighs, and plundered around in her crotch.

The sun was going down as Paula pulled up in front of her house. This meant that she could go walkees soon without embarrasment, and she really had to go.

Sandra paid her sex toy no attention but merely ordered the older woman to get the packages she had bought out of the car and bring them into the house with her.

Kathy met them at the door. She was wearing another pair of short shorts and an elasticised halter top she had found while rummaging around in her mother's chest of drawers. The fifteen year old looked good enough to eat. That is exactly what Sandra told her once they were all inside and the door closed.

"Well, be my guest, Sandra," Kathy giggled.

"Maybe after a while, but I want to give you your treat right now."

"Oh goodie, I've been waiting all day for this."

"Paula baby girl, get those clothes off your bod. We have an appointment in the bathroom."

Paula happily complied, thinking that perhaps Sandra was going to allow her to use the toilet to urinate in and not have to suffer the ignominy of walkees. She was right, up to a point.

As Paula was stripping off her blouse and micromini skirt, Sandra was opening the catheter kit. It contained the red latex cathiter, a small tupe of lubricant disinfectant, and a plastic container with gradient lines marked along the inside. Kathy, who had never seen a catheter kit before, looked on in happy expectation. This was going to be so sick.

Paula was already seated on the toilet in high hopes that her Mistress would allow her to pee inside for a change. Sandra smiled down at her and said quietly, "do you have to pee pee, Paula baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, I have to go real bad."

"Well, get up from there and go sit on the side of the bathtub with your feet inside. We have a little treat for Kathy here that involves you and your need to go pee pee."

Paula began to wonder and worry, but she did as her Mistress ordered.

"I wanna do it, I wanna do it," Kathy cried out like a little girl begging to push the elevator button.

"Ok, Kathy honey. I promised you this morning that you could do it the first time, remember."

"Yeah, I remember."

Kathy grinned all over her face.

Now Paula really began to worry. What was this treat all about anyway; and how did it involve her and her desparate need to pee.

"Here, Kathy, take the catheter and smear some disinfectlube along it so it will go inside her without too much pain."

"But I want there to be too much pain, Sandra," Kathy whined as she tool the offered catheter and the tube of lube from the seventeen year old's hands. Then the seventeen year old gave her young partner an affectionate peck on the cheek.

"Don't worry, honey, there will be plenty before we get through with her."

Paula became very agitated as the truth of her impending situation dawned on her. Sandra was actually going to make her submit to a cathiterization administered by her own daughter. Paula was going to be looking forward to no part of this whatsoever.

While Kathy was getting the catheter prepared to insert in her mother's urethra, Sandra was getting Paula spread and ready. Reflexively, the older woman squeezed her Keegle muscles together in a vain hope of preventing the insertion. She should have known better.

"Ok Sandra, I'm ready to stick it in her."

Sandra stood on one side of her teacher slave and Kathy stood on the other side. Paula tried to close her legs but a few stinging slaps across her face from her Mistress convinced her otherwise. Sandra did not even bother to order her teacher to keep her legs spread. Paula knew better than to do anything else after her Mistress finished slapping her.

Kathy leaned right over her mother's crotch and ran her enquiring finger along the slick strip of mucus membrane between Paula's clit and the top of her vaginal slit. She finally felt the tiniest little detent and that is where she pushed the slit head of the rubber cathiter.

"Relax your pee hole, Paula baby girl, or I'll slap you silly. Get used to the fact that Kathy and I are going to cath you whether you like it or not."

Paula whimpered deep in her throat, but she relaxed enough for Kathy to push the red rubber cathsnake inside her.

"Uuuummmmmmmm, uuuuuuummmmmmmmhhhhhh," Paula whined as she felt the invasive rubber cathiter slither up her urethra.

"Mistress Sandra, please. Uuuummmmmmmm, pleeeeeease." I don't like this. Please, please stop."

Sandra stroked her submissive's hair softly and whispered in her ear, "but I WANT you to be cathed, Paula baby girl. Don't you love me enough to let me play with you this way, hmmmmmmmm. Even if it hurts my little baby girl."

Paula shuddered and big, hot tears came to her eyes as her daughter continued the degrading and humiliating procedure. The catheter burned and itched as it slid along the inside of her urethra. Paula wanted it to stop.

"Well, don't you want me to be happy, Paula? Don't you want me to play with my nasty little teacher slut's pee hole if I want to?"

"It huuuuuurrrrrrrrtttttts."

Sandra relented slightly.

"Ok, Kathy. Stop for a minute and let her get used to it."

Kathy frowned unhappily at Sandra's order to stop what she was doing, but she did it anyway, knowing that Sandra would take over the procedure altogether if Kathy balked at her orders.

Paula breathed in little gasps and waited for the terrible burning and itching to subside.

"Isn't that better, baby girl?"

Paula lowered her eyes to look at the catheter sticking out of her peehole.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. But this is so sick. It's so bad. You're making me be such a bad girl."

"Yes, Paula baby girl. I know I'm making you be such a bad girl," Sandra licked inside the rim of her teacher's ear.

"I know I'm making you be a bad girl. I really like making you be my bad little girl. And I will punish you leter on for being such a bad girl."

Paula sobbed out her heart.

"Here, baby girl. Nurse me and that will make you feel better."

Sandra slid her hand under her breast and offered it to her teacher to nurse on. Paula, overtaken with lust hunger for the teenage girl who was her Mistress, forgot her sorrow and immediately latched onto the erect young nipple and began contentedly to nurse, just as if she were a little baby.

Sandra stroked her teacher's hair and hummed softly to her, comforting the older woman with her breast while she nodded for Kathy to continue to snake the red rubber catheter into her defenseless body.

After a while, the nose of the catheter pressed up against Paula's clenched bladder and would go no further.

"Sandra, I can't make it go in any more. It must be stuck."

"No it isn't, Kathy. Just push on the end a little harder and it will pop right into her bladder. But hold that container close to this end 'cause when you bust into her bladder, she's going to spray."

Paula continued to nurse her Mistress while big, hot tears flowed down her face. She was so scared and she hurt so badly, but she could not do anythng at all to stop her Mistress and her daughter from completing their diabolical task.

Kathy held the plastic measuring container close to the tulip-shaped end of the catheter which prodruded obscenely from her mother's peehole, then she pushed on the rubber tube until she could feel it move past the bladder opening.

Suddenly a strong surge of Paula urine began spraying out the end of the catheter into the container.

Paula immediately spat out her Mistress's nipple and looked up at her with dire pleading in her eyes. The catheter hurt worse than anything in the world. Couldn't Mistress Sandra make it stop?

"Omigod Mistress Sandra," Paula cried out. "It stings, it stings."

"Of course it stings, Paula baby girl. That's just the reason why I like doing this to all my little slavey girls and boys. It stings soooooo goooood."

The golden flow continued out of Paula's bladder and gushed into the plastic container as Kathy and Sandra looked on in happy accomplishment. Paula continued to whine pitiously.

"Now Kathy, do you want to see something that's really fun?"

"Sure."

Smiling over at her fifteen year old lover, Sandra reached in front of the girl's hand and pinched off the belled out latex tip of the catheter now stickling so obscenely out of Paula's body, thereby preventing not one more drop of Paula's golden necter to flow out of her through it.

Paula suddenly felt as if a mound of fireants had just invaded her nether regious. The stinging, burning pain was beyond anything she had ever known before in her life.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggghhhh. No, no, nooooo. Omigod, omigod, omigoddddddd. No more, pleeeeease. Please take it ooouuuuut, Oh please take it out. Pleeeeeeeassssssse."

Paula was now beside herself with pain, thrashing about on the side of the bathtub so demonically that Sandra and Kathy had trouble just holding her down. Kathy had to put down the quarter full plastic container so she didn't spill any.

There was a horrible burning pressure building deep within Paula's pelvis as the pinched off catheter moved around inside her. But there was also the sharp stinging fireant anguish all the way along her highly sensitive urethra as the dammed up urine leaked out of her bladder around the outside of the catheter and coursed along its normal route out of her body, now severely constricted by the invasive cathiter.

As the horrid pressure to expell her urine increased inside her bladder and the acid stinging pain inside her urethra grew exponentially, the poor teacher slave flailed around even more energetically, screaming out nonsense syllibles at the top of her voice. It was as though she were poassessed by devils; and, of course, she was. Their names were Sandra and Kathy, and they possessed her as sure as she was in pain.

"Wow; that is so cool," Kathy said to Sandra as the seventeen year old Mistress proceeded to torture her teacher slave. "I bet that really, really hurts," Kathy laughed out loud. Her mother's obvious searing pain was a powerful aphrodesiace for her.

"Hold that pose while I play around with her clit," Kathy shouted above her mother's desparate screams.

"Let's see if I can get her off while she has the catheter up her pee hole."

Sandra kept the catheter pinched off and held Paula tightly down on the side of the bathtub while Kathy toyed with her fully engorged clitoris.

At the sight of her mother flailing around, Kathy got into a giggle fit, that she just let roll over her.

"Ok Paula," Sandra suddenly yelled. "Lose the noise. You better stop screaming and start acting right."

"I mean it, bitch. I'm going to keep you plugged up and hurting until you shut completely up.

Paula tried to stop screaming, but the pain was just too bad. She rode out an especially painful spell, then clenched her jaws tight shut, attempting to block out the noise she was making. Calling on every last ounce of strength she possessed, Paula managed to stay absolutely silent for a full two minutes despite the excruciating pain. Kathy used the time to pinch and tweeze her mother's sensitive clittybutton, then to frig her into near orgasm.

Sandra leaned over and softly whisper licked into her tormented teacher's ear.

"Now, Paula baby girl. Before you started making so much noise, you were using that nasty mouth of yours to nurse me. Get back to it right this minute, 'cause I want to feel those sweet lips of yours sucking my tit and that long, wet tongue licking that hard nipple of mine."

Paula did not know whether she had enough self control remaining to endure the pain and nurse her Mistress at the same time. But Sandra's stern expression left little doubt in her teacher's mind that she better come up with whatever was needed to get the job done right away.

The distracted teacher summoned up her willpower and once again fastened her lips around Sandra's engorged nipple. The older woman sucked, and licked for all she was worth.

Sandra was so impressed by Paula's fortitude that she suddenly relented and released her constricting hold on the catheter, and allowed her teacher to empty her bladder through it unobstructed. Kathy quickly left off frigging her mother's soppy slit and put the measuring container back under the end of the catheter to catch most of Paula's golden flow. Paula, relieved of the searing pain, redoubled her sucking and licking.

There was acute relief in Paula's eyes as she felt the hot urine gush out of her through the latex pipe and spash loudly into the plastic container. This satisfying purging of her piss continued till she was completely empty.

"Do you want me to take the bad old catheter out now, little girl?"

Once again, Paula spat out Sandra's crinkled nipple.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. Take it ouuuuuut; take it out, please."

"What will you do for Kathy and me if I do."

"Whatever you say, Mistress Sandra; only please, please take it oooouuuuuttt."

Paula was crying again; her flushed cheeks streaming with big hot tears.

"No Paula. You don't understand," Sandra quietly coaxed her submissive teacher. "You must think up things to do yourself; things that sound sexy and kinky enough to make me take the catheter out and allow you to pee for me the regular way.''

Paula was dumbfounded. But it was clear from Sandra's words that it was up to her to think of a list of degrading things that she could do to convince her two tormentresses to take the cathiter out of her urethra. The longer it stayed inside her, the more painful it would be to get it out, until finally, she might even have to have surgury to remove it. All this she knew full well, being a health and science teacher. She had to think of some really nasty things to do to impress Sandra enough to take the catheter out of her right away. And the sooner the better.

Paula allowed her mind to roam through all the lewd fantisies that she had indulged in over the years, trying as hard as she could to come up with a roster of totally degrading things that she had thought would be neat to do. The problem was, she had already been compelled to do many of those things over the past three days while in Sandra's captivity.

Despite her best efforts, Paula wasn't coming up with very much that she could be certain enough would be humiliating enough to suit Sandra's jaded taste.

"Well, Paula baby girl. Since you don't have any ideas of your own. I guess we'll leave the catheter in you for a while longer. Maybe it will motivate you to be a little bit creative."

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Don't do that. I just can't think on my own right now."

"Well then, maybe you'll be willing to listen to some of my ideas on the subject."

Paula was releaved. Sandra would tell her what to do.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Isn't it true that the last six weeks period of class this year is supposed to be devoted to women's health issues."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula said with a tinge of apprehension.

"So how about you give the girls in class real life demonstrations, using yourself as the model."

Paula was becoming even more afraid as Sandra continued to talk.

"If I remember correctly from the course outline, you have to prepare lesson plans for teaching units on breast self examination, genital self examination, mammograms, menstruation, urinary and vaginal infections, and some other topics I can't remember right now, isnt that right."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula said quietly. She could see where this was going and she didn't like it. Even so, a part of her mind, the overriding part, began painting lewd pictures.

"Well Paula; up till now, you have been using a mannequin to demonstrate the various techniques associated with the units in the book we have already covered; first aid, diseases, trauma, and so on. But what if you used yourself instead from now on, with a lieele help from me, of course."

"What do you mean, Mistress Sandra?"

"What I mean, Paula baby girl is that I am going to leave our little latex friend snug up your pee pipe unless you agree right now to let me use you as a live model in class when we talk about such interesting things as giving ourselves a breast or genital exam; or having a mammogram or a Pap smear; or a pelvic exam; or what our physical reactions are like during menstruation; or when we get 'female infections'."

"You mean in front of the whole class," Paula was now shaking uncontrollably with fear.

"Of course, Paula baby girl. Live demonstration is by far the best instruction. Why should the girls in class look at some dumb old manniquin when they can look at you. And touch you too for that matter. Don't you want to teach them as well as you can?"

Paula cringed away from her Mistress.

"Please, Mistress Sandra. I would be too embarrassed to do anything like that in front of the class."

"Look Paula baby girl, after Gracie gets through telling the other girls about you and how you acted at the pet store, your reputation as a goody two shoes teacher is going to be shot anyway. And another thing. I'm perfectly willing to suggest to Headmistress Margaret that this kind of live demonstration teaching is just the sort of thing she should be ordering you to do, anyway. I am sure she'll go for the idea, and I am certain the girls in class will think it's a great teaching method. They will all have such a good time feeling up their teacher all in the name of sound educational practice; giving you breast exams, putting those big udders of yours in the mammagram machine, learning how to administer a Pap smear, giving enemas, the whole bit."

"And you know that you'll just love being their willing model, won't you cutie pie?"

Paula shuddered and whimpered.

"And I'll bet that Headmistress Margaret will want to watch, and bring along some other teachers and students she is especially fond of."

Paula began to sob out her fear and humiliation.

"Now, make up your tiny mind, Paula cunt. It's either agree willingly to being a live model for the last six weeks of class or I leave Mr. Catheter alone, and you have to pee pee through a tube until I finally decide to take him out, that I guarantee will hurt far worse than anything you have endured so far. I promise you."

Paula saw clearly that her life was totally out of control. The teacher was in a tailspin of despair and degradation. How had she ever come to this? Her demonic craving for submissive sex had ruined her. And still she began to see images flash across her mind; images that involved exhiditing her wantonness and submissiveness to the girls in her class, and her colleagues at Bridewell. Little dewy drops began to form on her labia.

She cried aloud, sheding hot tears of shame. But she knew that she had brought all this on herself. She knew her addiction to submissive sex had conquered her, and there was no escape. She had no choice in the matter whatsoever other than to obey her Mistress fully. So she might as well become resigned to that fact and move on. More little dewy drops formed on her labia.

"Mistress Sandra, I agree to be a live model in my class for all the girls to use, but only if Headmistress Margaret tells me to."

Sandra and Kathy looked at each other and smiled.

"That can be arranged, I'm sure."

"Then I will do it," Paula said resignedly, but she had to admit that more little dewy drops were forming on her labia as she agreed to it.

"Good girl. Now, why don't you drink a toast to your new teaching role? Prove to me just what a good little nasty slut you are."

"Yeah, Mommy. Here. Drink this."

Kathy handed her mother the measuding container with her recently expelled urine still in it.

Paula looked over pleadingly at Sandra. Did she really have to drink her own piss?

"Drink it, bitch. Drink it all down, or I leave the catheter in for twenty-four hours, and I'll pinch it off so you can't piss. I guarantee it will really hurt like crazy before I'm done."

Paula grabbed the measuring container and tilted it to her lips as if it contained the finest wine. Closing her mind to everything, the submissive teacher drained the container in swallow after swallow of her own acrid urine.

Just as she finished the last degrading swallow, Sandra cruelly yanked the catheter completely out of her body.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh."

"I love you too, pet," Sandra giggled.

Paula fell backwards onto the bathroom floor where she wriggled and writhed in pain.

As the demented teacher sobbed out her heart and soul, Sandra signalled Kathy to come with her back into the living room.

Once away from their sobbing slave slut, Sandra showed Kathy the package of cord she had brought home for her to play with.

"Can I tie up her tits with it?"

"Sure you can, lover."

"Can I whip her butt with it?"

"Why not?"

"Can I tie her up real tight so she can't move and then beat her with the paddle?"

"Of course, sweetie."

"Do you want to watch?"

"Hell yes."

"We'll make her love it, won't we, Sandra?"

"Yes, Kathy. We'll make her love every minute of it. We'll make her beg us to keep doing it to her all night long."

The two teengirls kissed passionately, then they set about making plans for the remainder of the evening.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Twenty-Four:

Sandra and Kathy were sitting in the kitchen having a late breakfast of toast and coffee Monday morning when Paula joined them. She was naked, as usual by now, and her head was bowed, as she had been instructed, as a sign of her submission to her Mistress and her daughter. Much earlier that morning, Sandra had taken Paula "walkees" in the back yard, and had permitted her to go back to sleep on the bedroom rug after having done her business. For what Sandra and Kathy had in mind for her today, Paula would need all the rest she could get.

"Good morning, Paula baby girl."

"Good morning, Mistress Sandra."

"Good morning, Mommy girl."

"Good morning, Mistress Kathy."

"Raise your arms above your head and stretch real tall for me, Paula baby girl."

Paula did as she was bidden; thrusting out her chest as she knew her Mistress liked. Sandra and Kathy admired their slave, expecially the crisscross of thin red welts that fishnetted her breasts. Kathy shivered in lustful glee as she remembered just how her mother had acquired those welts last night.

"Turn around, Paula so we can admire your backside."

The submissive teacher did as she was told by her young Mistress. Sandra immediated noted the net of welts that covered Paula's butt.

"How long will they last, Sandra," Kathy wanted to know.

"Oh about three days before they fade enough that we can take her out in public and nobody who sees her will think that we really got into beating her last night."

"That's good, Sandra. 'Cause I want to show her off as soon as we can."

"Come here to me, Paula baby girl, and let me get re-acquainted with you." Sandra patted her lap and called her teacher over like she would have an obedfient pet, which, of course, Paula was.

Paula dutifully came over to her student Mistress and sat down gingerly on her lap. Her butt was still sore from last night's frolic.

Sandra immediately began pinching her teacher slave's nipples and playing around with her shaved vagina. Paula leaned back against her Mistress and began to emit little meows of sexual excitement. Her puffy labia immediately showed signs of moistness. She was such a quick turn on, now that she thoroughly understood her submissive place in life.

As Sandra continued to feel her teacher up, she reminded herself that sooner or later she was going to have to get Paula's fat labia pierced with her tag of ownership. That way, no matter who Sandra allowed to play with her, there would be absolutely no doubt just whose property Paula really was.

Paula slumped on Sandra's lap and spread her long, smooth legs so her young Mistress could have complete access to her vagina and her little butt hole, whichever she wanted. And sooner or later, Sandra would take Paula back to her home town where she knew a woman skilled in clitoral circumcision. Then, she would have total access to her slaves little clittie button as well.

The teacher continued to whimper and coo as Sandra probed and prodded, pinched and scratched; fully aware that the other woman was totally hers to do with as her sick whims directed. The past three days had proven that beyond a doubt to Mistress and slave alike.

"Mommy just can't seem to get enough petting from you, can she." Kathy giggled as she watched Sandra take complete control of her mother.

"No, Kathy. And I just love to mess with her sexy little teach body. And I do mean mess."

"Oh by the way, Paula baby girl," Sandra asked as she slowly probed around inside her teacher slut's soppy vagina, "when is that little Bud pud of yours supposed to be coming home from his camping trip, hmmmmmmm?"

Sandra rubbed her two teacher sticky fingers sensously around Paula's erect little clit, making Paula wriggle and moan.

"Midmorning I think, Mistress Sandra," Paula sighed, lost in her happy world of submissive lust.

"Well good. 'Cause you see, I just can't wait to get my hands on him. Is he as much of a submissive slut as his Mommy is?"

"I don't know, Mistress Sandra."

"Oh he is, allright." Kathy chuckeled. "I've already been messing with him, and he's a real wimp. I've been hand ringing his little package for him for more than a year now, and I've got him sniffing my funkey panties like an addict and even putting them on for me. He's just so cute in hot pink, with his little stiffee tenting out the front and soaking the front with pre cum."

Kathy giggled remembering how her little brother looked, naked except for a pair of her soiled panties.

"How sweet." Sandra said softly. "Paula baby girl, you will help me and Kathy bring your little Buddy puddy all the way out, won't you, darling?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula hissed through clenched teeth as she began to experience a small orgasm caused by Sandra's ministering hand coupled with the thought of what Sandra and Kathy were going to do to her young son.

Sandra allowed Paula to finish her little cum, then reinserted two of her fingers into her sex toy's soppy hole and swished them around inside. Paula started humping Sandra's fingers, building to a second orgasm. But before she could get off again, Sandra quickly removed her fingers and cruelly pinched her teacher's clitty. Mounting pleasure turned to stark pain and Paula cried out in shock and desparation.

"Here, Paula baby poo poo. This will make up for it." Sandra giggled as she inserted her two cyprinne fluid covered fingers into her teacher's willing mouth.

"Does ums still taste good, Paula baby girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula mouthed around Sandra's probing fingers.

"Good. Well, now that you have had a taste of yourself, why don't you get off my lap and crawl over to your sweet little daughter and lick her drippy little puss puss for her. Do you think she might like that?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Paula climbed off Sandra's lap, got down on the kitchen floor, and crawled over to where her daughter had already spread her smooth white legs in eager anticipation. Paula's big butt stuck up high into the morning air and her pendulous breasts swayed from side to side.

"Ok Mommy. Get after it," Kathy urged. "But do it slow and sweet this time. I want to make it laaaassssst. Besides, you just love it when I let you stick that nasty mommy tongue of yours all up inside my box."

Paula could not have agreed more.

So it was that later that morning, when Bud Beale came in the house from his camping trip and immediately went to the kitchen to get a soda, his eyes were met by the extraordinary sight of his naked mother still slowly licking the vagina of his sister while a total stranger masterbated herself as she looked on.

"Mommy. What's going on?" Bud yelled at the top of his lungs.

Sandra immediately jumped out of her chair, strode across the kitchen, and slapped Bud hard across the face several times.

"Shut up, Bud pud. I'm in charge here, and you better get it through your head right now."

Bud looked totally confused. "Mommy. Please Mommy; what's going on?"

SLAP,SLAP, SLAP,SLAP,SLAP.

"Owwwwww. Stop hitting me, you crazy bitch. Mommy?"

Paula raised her head away from Kathy's vulva and said meekly,"Bud, be quiet and do what Mistress Sandra tells you. She's in charge from now on."

"Mistress Sandra?" Bud asked, fear beginning to grow deep inside him.

"Yes. Mistress Sandra," Kathy hissed from across the room. "Now shut up and let Mommy get back to getting me off, you silly little brat."

"Oh." Bud whispered, understanding finally coming to him as he watched his totally nude mother turn her head back to the job at hand. Kathy reached around her mother's head, grabbed her ponytail, and used it to pull Paula's face tight up into her steamy crotch.

By now, Sandra was standing right next to Bud. She leaned over and stuck her face right in his line of vision.

"Understand now, Bud pud?"

"Yes, Sandra." the thirteen year old boy said barely above a whisper.

SLAP,SLAP,SLAP.

"What do you call me, you silly little pussy boy?"

"Mmmmm, Mistress Sandra."

"That's right, Buddybutt cunt. Don't forget, ever."

"I'm sorry, Mistress Sandra." Bud bowned his head in abject submission. "I won't forget again."

"Ok, now that we've got that settled, here are the rules around here. I'm in charge. Your sister Kathy is in charge when I let her be. Your mother does what I say. And you better do what I say too if you know what's good for you. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Good, because I can't wait to start playing with you."

"Playing with me." the thirteen year old boy shuddered.

"Yes." Sandra bit out the word. "Your little Mommy poo poo over there has given me her permission to do anything I want with you, and I plan to take her up on it."

Bud cringed away in abject fear as realization hit home.

"Mommy said you can do anything you want with me?"

"Yes little boy. If you don't believe me, ask her yourself."

"Mommy?"

"Tell the little brat, Mommy girl," Kathy said as she let go of her mother's ponytail.

Paula once more turned her face toward her son. Her eyes were full of hot tears of embarrassment but a twinge of sexual excitement was nibbling at her loins.

"Yes Bud. You belong to Mistress Sandra from now on."

Sandra glared menacingly at the young boy.

"Understand now little boy toy?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Bud bowed his head in submission.

"I understand."

"Good. Let's leave your mother and Kathy to their fun and games. I want to play with you all by myself for awhile, and I want it right now."

Sandra grabbed Bud by the back of the neck and marched him down the hall and into his mother's bedroom.

Once inside, Sandra lost all restraint. She reached out and grabbed Bud's little basket right through his hiking shorts. Getting a good grip, she began to squeeze and twist."

"Owwwwwwww, owwwwwwww." Bud cried. "Please stop. That hurts."

Sandra continued squeezing, clutching, and twisting Bud's little package until he fell to the floor, screaming.

"So you want me to stop, huh?"

"Yessssss, please, please."

"What will you do for me if I stop?"

"Owwwwwwwww. Anything. I'll do anything for you. Just stop hurting me."

"Ok." Sandra suddenly let go of the boy's package and allowed him to writh around on the bedroom floor for a while as he tried to come back to himself.

"Well, boy cunt. I'm waiting."

"What do you want me to do?"

SLAP,SLAP,SLAP,SLAP.

"I'm sorry. What do you want me to do, Mistress Sandra?"

"That's better, boy cunt. First thing is get out of all those stupid clothes. I want you bare ass. I can't wait to see what you look like now that you belong to me."

Bud hurried to comply and in thirty seconds flat he was standing in front of her totally nude.

Bareass naked, Bud stood a little over five feet tall. His chest was just beginning to show some pectoral development, but it was still mostly puppyfat. His little nipples stuck out like pink erasers as his mind began to comprehend the sexual side of his servitude to his new Mistress.

Sandra looked at his boy breasts ravenously, just itching to suck and bite. She reached out her hand and began to slide along the side of his totally hairless body. When she got to his puppy fat little belly, she couldn't resist pinching his little roll. Then she gently stuck her pinkie finger into his cute belly buttton.

At the touch of Sandra's finger there, Bud sucked in his breath while he felt the first sturrings of lewd sexual interest deep inside him.

He was slowly getting over the shock of seeing his naked mother performing a sick, demeaning act of cunnalingus on hs sister, and trying to get used to his new situation. Sandra's insistant hand playing with his boy body was distracting more than he cared to admit.

Sandra moved her warm exploring hand on down the thirteen year old's body to his little package. His small cock dangled flacidly, no more than four inches long and circumcised. Below hung a little pink scrotum containing a set of small crimson nuts. They were still tight in his peachfuzz scrotum, and Sandra tingled all over at the though of what devilish things she had planned for this little boy's cock and balls.

"Let's go to Kathy's room and get you dressed before we do anything else."

"But my clothes are in my room," Bud whined, confusion all over his face.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Not any more, cunt boy. From now on as long as you're in this house, you share with Kathy or you go bare ass. Understand?"

Bud ducked his head in shame, but his little pecker began to twitch.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

As Sandra and Bud passed through the hall on the way to Kathy's room, Sandra asked in a loud voice, "Kath, you mind if Bud wears some of your clothes, particularly your panties."

"No, Sandra," Kathy gurgled, deep in the folds of mother tongue-induced sensuality. "But make sure he washes them before putting them back. I don't want to wear anything that's been on his sissy bod unless it has been washed first."

"Oh, I will," Sandra giggled. "I will."

Despite himself, the enormous changes in his world caused by Sandra's power over his family were having a salacious effect on Bud's little system. His penis began to stiffen up.

"Well, Bud. Maybe you're getting a hard on 'cause you like the idea of putting on your sister's pretty panties. Is that it?"

Silence

"I said," Sandra leaned over him and whispered in his ear. "Is that it, little man? "Are you looking forward to putting on a pair of your sister's cute panties and modeling them for me like the sexy little pussy boy you are?"

Bud shook his head 'no,' but his erection proved it a lie.

"Well, then, lets see what pretty things I can dress you in. You like 'dress up,' don't you, Bud?"

"No, Mistress Sandra, please don't make me wear panties."

Bud was trying as hard as he could to preserve some shread of self control. But his conscience couldn't compete with his hunger to be made to become Sandra's pussy boy.

"Well, if you really don't want to...." Sandra let it slide.

Bud suddenly turned toward her, his little erection wilting slightly at the thought that his new Mistress might not make him put on his sister's tight panties after all.

"Well, Bud pussy, do you or don't you?"

"I...guess...I do."

"You do what, little man?"

"I do want to put them on," the boy whispered as he averted his eyes. Bud's face was absolutely flushed with embarrassment.

"I want you to make me put them on," the young boy whispered.

"Put what on, pussy boy?"

"I want you to make me put my sister's panties on."

The thirteen-year-old bowed his head in lewd embarrassment.

"And maybe your mother's as well sometimes, hmmmmmm. If I make you."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Bud blushed as he whispered his admission to his new Mistress.

Sandra marched Bud over to Kathy's chest of drawers and opened drawer after drawer until she found the one that contained the underwear.

"I think we'll wait a bit on the bra," Sandra said softly, right in Bud's face. "In about a year, I think, with the proper training."

"But we may as well start on the panties right now, OK?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," the boy sighed. She was really going to do it. She was going to dress him up in Kathy's panties.

"Say please, silly boy. Come on and beg me to let you put on Kathy's cute little pantie poos and model them for me, honey pie."

Bud began to tremble with anticipation.

"Please. Please," he whispered. His stiffie hurt it was so hard.

"Please what?"

"Please may I put on Kathy's panties and model them for you."

"Ok, pussy boy. But I get to pick which ones I want to see you in. I want them to be real sexy and hot, don't you?"

"Yessssssss," Bud began to move from one foot to the other. He couldn't wait another second.

Sandra poked about in Kathy's underwear drawer until she found a pastel purple set of sheer nylon panties with little ruffles at the legholes. She held them up for the boy to see.

"These will do nicely, I think. What about you?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Bud's heart becan to pound and his breath began to quicken.

"Aren't they pretty, cutie pie?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Aren't they sexy?"

"Yeeeesss, Mistress Sandra."

"And won't you look just delish in them for me?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I want to look sexy for you, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, put them on, silly billy. I want to see you wearing them just for me."

Bud eagerly took the offered panties from his Mistress and stepped into them. Slowly, he pulled them up his hairless legs and over his bubble butt and totally erect penis. He let the waistband snap as he settled them in place. His little erection tented the front of the panties nicely. A little drop of pre cum stained the front where the very tip of his little head brushed the sheer fabric.

Sandra moved her probing index finger slowly up and down the stiff little shaft, feeling Bud twitch through the thin, sinky material.

"Oh, aren't they just prescious," Sandra giggled. She moved her hand along his hip, poked her index finger through the frilly leg hole, and pushed against Bud's little nutsack.

"We'll make a complete sissy puss boy out of you yet, right?"

Bud shuddered as Sandra's finger slid up and down the underside of his stiff shaft.

"Isn't that right, my little girly man?"

"Yessssss, Mistress Sandra." Bud's thighs began to twitch and he felt weak in the knees as Sandra's finger kept him in a painfully aroused state. He felt so embarrassed, and, at the same time, so perverse. Where would his new Mistress take him next? What further sick, degrading things would she make him do?

"Ok, enough of this diddle piddle for the time being. Let me just slide these sweet little stepins off your cute little butt so we can get on to more interesting games."

The sex hungry boy held absolutely still as Sandra grasped the waistband of Bud's panties and slid them over his butt cheeks and down his legs to the floor. In doing so, Sandra did not miss an opportunity to feel the thirteen year old up front and back as she went along.

Bud stepped gingerly out of the panties, and Sandra raised back up.

"They are even better, sweetie, after Kathy sis or I or your Mommy has worn them some. Then, if you really please me, maybe I'll allow you to whiff and sniff on them. Won't that be good?" Sandra emphasized her words with a little probing finger that reached around behind, slid along inside Bud's moist ass crack and tickeled his tight little rosette.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Bud found himself actually looking forward to the time when Sandra might allow him the privilege of smelling his sister's pungent sex, or his mother's, or even his new Mistress's. His penis got just a little bit stiffer at the thought.

"Turn around Bub puppy, so I can see your little butt. I want to take a good look at what belongs to me."

Bud did as bidden.

His butt cheeks were pudgy and looked to Sandra to be eminently spankable. His ass crack was shallow and it's dark shadows held out to Sandra the ripe promised of hidden pleasures.

Bud's smooth trim legs reminded Sandra happily of girl's legs. There was no sign of masculine development whatsoever. Just smooth curved legflesh ending in rather small feet.

"Turn back around Bub puppy. I want to feel up your sweet little basket some more."

Bud did as he was told and turned around to face his Mistress. Sandra giggled softly to herself as she noticed that his little penis was now pointing toward the ceiling. The pink-purple glans bounced against his roll of puppy fat.

"Do you like being felt up by me, little Bud pud," Sandra asked softly, a sexy lilt in her voice.

Bud, embarrased by his growing sexual interest, bowed his head and said nothing.

"It's ok little man," Sandra whispered, capturing his face in her hand and forcing him to raise his head and establish eye contact with her, "You can tell me if you do like me feeling you up. In fact, you had better tell me right now, or I'll stop."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra,"Bud sighed. "I like being felt up by you."

"That's right, sweetiekins. And are you going to be my personal little pussy boy from now on?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Say it right or I'll stop."

"Yes Mistress Sandra. I'm going to be your personal little pussy boy from now on."

"And sweetums little pussy boys like you do everything they're told, don't they, cutie pie?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. Sweetums little pussyboys like me do everything they're told."

Sandra grasped Bud's scrotum in one of her soft hands and gave his nuts a gentle squeeze. Bud sucked in his breath and began to wriggle around her hand. Sandra watched and when Bud's eyes began to glaze over, she began to clutch him. Harder and harder until the boy's face turned pale.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwwwww," the thirteen year old cried out. "Please stop that. It huuuuuuurts."

"It's supposed to, silly. I like hurting you sometimes, and, then again, I like getting you off sometimes. You will just have to put up with the one to get the other. In a little while, you won't be able to tell one from the other."

Sandra twisted her hand and squeezed down on Bud's nutsack as hard as she could. She smiled when Bud rewarded her efforts at tormenting him with several high pitched screams.

She suddenly let go of his scrotum, and Bud fell to the floor, holding himself and whining pitiously.

Sandra placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and turned the thirteen year old to face her.

"You know, Bud. I just love to munch and suck on little boy baskets," Sandra said sweetly. "May I suck and munch on your little boy basket for you?"

Bud looked up at his tormentress pleadingly.

"Do you have to?"

"Well Tiger Puss, its either that or I go back to cracking your little nuts for you."

Bud thought about it for a second or two.

"Ok."

SLAP,SLAP,SLAP.

"Say it right you little boy cunt."

"Please Mistress Sandra, would you please suck and munch my little boy basket for me."

"Sure I will, little baby puppy. Now go sit on your sister's bed so I can get at you."

Bud crawled slowly to his feet, walked over to his sister's double bed and sat down.

"Spread your little legs like a good little subby Bud so your Mistress can get at your package."

Bud slowly spread his legs and waited expectantly for Sandra to begin molesting him. His heart raced and he licked his lips in lewd anticipation. Even if she hurt him, Bud knew that it would be a good kind of hurt; the kind he needed and deserved.

Sandra slid over between his legs, reached her hand out, and began playing around with his hard little penis.

She gently slid one hand slowly up and down the shaft while rubbing the soft palm of her other hand around and around the very tip of the glans. Bud immediately reacted as the sensitive purple glans began to tingle and burn.

From deep in his bladder, he felt a sudden and compelling need to urinate.

"Please stop, Mistress Sandra. I got to pee all of a sudden real bad."

"I know, sweetie pie. You see, it's my palm rubbing all around on your little cock helmet that's making you want to go pee pee. Don't worry about it. Just be sure to let me know when you can't stand it any more, and I'll help you."

Bud was very anxious about all this, but he knew that he could not escape either Sandra's hands or her orders.

Once again, Sandra went back to stimulating Bud's shaft and head. The stinging sensation in Bud's dick head grew almost intolerably. His bladder demanded release and his urethra began to burn like acid was flowing through it.

"Please, please. I gotta go right now."

Sandra could feel the erect little boy peter twitching in her hand. She lowered her mouth to Bud's little helmet and opened her lips just in time to catch the first hard golden spurt.

Bud cried out as Sandra squeezed his shaft HARD to stop the golden stream. The dam her encircling fingers created against Bud's pulsating urethra blocked the boy's flow. The resulting agony was almost more than he could stand.

Sandra swirled Bud's first hot golden squirt around in her mouth, tasting, savoring, enjoying, while in the background she could hear the boy's screams of pain.

She swallowed, relaxed her grip enough to allow another squirt, then re-applied her fist surrounding the boy's pecker.

Squirt after scalding squirt of boy piss was first dammed up, then allowed to jet out of him and into Sandra's waiting mouth. The sadistic young Mistress controlled Bud's urination totally, exhaulting in the raw power she commanded over this thirteen year old's most intimate and personal functions.

She was milking him just as if he were a cow, and his continued cries and whimpers of pain were music to her ears. His writhing and wriggeling were almost orgasmic as her sick sexuality reveled in his squeals of agony.

Finally the boy was empty and she was full. Sandra licked the last few golden drops off the end of Bud's tormented penis and smiled up at him.

"Wasn't that fun. Can't you just magine what it will be like when I make your Mommy drink up all your hot boy piss for you?. Won't you just love looking down at her sweet face with her cheeks all puffed out with your hot pee?"

"First, I'll make you drink about a gallon of water so your bladder will be really full. Then I'll make Mommy beg you to let her put your little Bud pud in her sweet mommy mouth and drink you all up."

"And won't you just love it when I squeeze your little pecker so hard that she can't have any?"

"No. It hurts."

Sandra immediately clamped her fist down on his flaccid pud and twisted it almost off his groin.

"EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Bud waled at the top of his lungs, almost throwing up from the nausiating pane Sandra was giving him.

"I'll try again, Bud stupid. Wasn't that FUN?"

"Yeeeeesssss, Mistress Sandra. It was fuuuunnnnn." The broken thirteen year old sobbed so hard his whole body shuddered in a continuous state of masochistic submissiveness.

"Well, since you liked it so much, maybe we can do it again sometimes, Huh?"

Bud just sat on the bed, head bowed, heart pounding. Hoping that this terrible nightmare would soon be over for him.

"I asked you a question, pussy boy. Haven'e you come to understand yet that you are mine, all mine, to do with any way I desire?"

Bud still didn't say anything. He was just too frightened.

Sandra pulled the boy down to the bedroom floor and pushed him over on his back. He lay there, almost cataconic as his seventeen year old Mistress ran her exploring fingers around his lips, his pecs, his nipples, his belly button, his groin.

She lifted his lifeless legs and played with his little crack, jabbing a stiff index finger in and out of his tight little anus. Bud was now completely open to her probing digits. There was not one spark of resistance left in the boy.

Next, Sandra's hungry tongue snaked out of her mouth as she moved her head around his nearly lifeless body.

"Lick you all over for a dime." Sandra chuckeled. "Ok, for free, then."

Sandra cooed softly to herself as her hungty tongue took possedssion of the thirteen year old's body and soul.

Sandra licked around the inside of each of Bud's ears, then his armpits (Still rank from the hiking trip), then his little nipples that had become erect from all her lewd attention.

She spent a surprisingly long time on his belly button. For some inscrutable reason, snuffeling around and licking his navel was an extra special turn on the the seventeen year old girl.

Finally, she relinquished his belly button for his now flaccid penis. Sandra hummed contentedly along to herself as she suckeled his little tool between her lips and began gently to munch on him with her sharp little teeth.

All the while, Bud remained perfectly still, knowing for a certainty that Sandra would torture him unmercifully should he resist in any way whatsoever.

When Sandra's mouth had restored Bud's little pud to erection (as she knew it would), she flipped him over on his stomach so that she could get at the next target of her prurient interest. Sandra gently spread Bud's round buttcheeks, leaned forward and licked the boy right on his pink puckered little rosette. Bud's strong boy poo musk invaded and captivated the seventeen year old's senses and she ravenously rasped her insistant tongue around and around the little hole and up and down all along the moist crack. Then her hungry lips clamped tightly onto the tiny rosette and Sandra sucked hard, jabbing her stiff tongue far inside the hole, struggling to suckle out every morsel she could find there.

When Sandra was satisfied that there was no more Bud poo within easy mouth reach, she pulled her head back out of his butt crack. Her face then moved down Bud's hairless thirteen year old legs to his little feet. She licked the soles while he squirmed around, but did not dare attempt to break free.

Next, Sandra began suckeling his small toes, one by one from the right foot to the left one, then back up the boy leg till she reached his crotch.

"Did that feel good, little Bud pussy. Does ums like it when Mistress Sandra puts her mouth on you?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Bud admitted quietly, still unsure as to where this was all leading.

"That's nice. Now be a good boy and roll over on your back, sweetie, and I'll do you some more with my hands this time. You know you want it, cutie."

Bud hesitently complied, knowing instantly that being on his back made his little package more vulnerable to his Mistress's sick ideas.

Sure enough, just as soon as he was settled on his back, Sandra's groping hands settled on his pud and nut sack. She grasped his little balls firmly and pulled his scrotum sharply away from his crotch. At the same time, her other hand encircled his semi-erect little pecker.

"Now, Bud. I want you to jack off against my hand," Sandra commanded. "I just love to watch a little boy puppy like you hunch around on my little hand. It's just sooooo nasty."

Bud did the very best he could to hunch his hips so that his peter would slide up and down inside the velvet sheath of Sandra's warm hand. But he could do little without really hurting his scrotum and balls, the way she had them pulled down with her other hand.

"Well come on now, Bud, and hunch me, or don't you even know how." There was mock exasperation in Sandra's tone.

"I can't, Mistress Sandra, while you're grabbing my nuts that way."

"Oh, so its MY fault you can't hunch properly, is it." So saying Sandra squeezed Bud's little nut sack for all she was worth.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," screeched Bud as his little balls were tormented mercilessly.

"Is it really my fault, you little faggot?"

"NO. No, Mistress Sandra. It's my fault. It's all my fault. Please. Please stop hurting me, please."

Sandra laughed at Bud's attempt to placate her and just kept on crushing his litle jewels with her strong hand. This ball torture of Sandra's went on for about five more minutes before she finally relented. By that time, Bud was almost screamed out and his little pud was as flaccid as a dishrag. His nuts were sore as a boil and his scrotum was dark red from all the abuse.

"Ok, Buddy poo. Are you ready to try again to hunch my hand? Do you think you can do what I tell you from now on, huuuuuuu?"

Bud breathed heavily and looked at his Mistress with dread and resignation in his eyes.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," the frightened boy whispered.

"Good. And this time, I won't even hold onto your stupid little bee bees if you think they're so important."

As before, Sandra girded his flaccid prick with her strong, slender hand and held still, waiting for him to move against her. But unlike the last time, she had spit into the palm first so that he could slide along with less friction.

Bud tried again, bucking his hips slowly, forcing his now semi-erect pecker to slide within the offered ring of his Mistress's hand.

Slowly, then more rapidly, Bud began to hunch his stiffening organ until finally he was fully erect and sliding along her hand in a demented imitation of intercourse. Clear precum leaked out of the tiny pee hole and lubricated Sandra's jackoff tunnel even more.

"Well Bud, so far so good." Sandra complemented her thirteen year old sex toy's efforts. "But we all know that half of hunching is the noises you make while you are doing it. So I want you to make some real good hunching noises for me. Really sound like the nasty little boy slut you are."

Bud was embarrased enough just making the required motions associated with this act of depravity. He flushed bright red at the prospect of having to make noises too.

"Well come on, or I'll stop and we can get on to something a lot more painful for you."

"Unnnnnnggghhh,Unnnnnggghhh,Unnnnggghhh,Unnnngggghhh." Bud began making loud, uninhibited hunching noises in time with his hip movements.

"Uhhhh,Uhhhh,Uhhhh,Uhhhhhh."

Bud sounded increasingly like a depraved chimpanzee in heat. This made Sandra giggle.

"Keep going sweetie, that's getting to be what I call real hunching."

Uhhhh,Uhhhh,Uhhhh,Uhhhhhh, Uhhhh,Uhhhh,Uhhhh,Uhhhhhh."

Finally, Bud was really getting into this sick little scene. His pecker was twitching against Sandra's hand and his testicles were starting to throb."

Bud began grinding his sticky peter around the inside of Sandra's hand just like he was screwing and his nut sack contracted in preparation for his orgasm. His entire body shuddered as Sandra moved her free hand between his legs and began rubbing around on his butt hole with one extended finger.

But just when his toes began to curl in pre-orgasmic ecstasy, Sandra let go of his cock and took her hand away from his little rosette.

Bud's hips hunched viouently against nothing but air. He squealed like a little girl and brought his right hand to his crotch to finish his desparate mission.

Sandra cruelly slapped his hand away and pushed down heavily on his midrif.

His hips continued to hump in agonized desparation for a few seconds more. Sandra watched the boy's air hunching with a broad smile of wicked satisfaction all over her face.

"Pleeeeeeeease, Mistress Sandra. Pleeeeeeease."

"Please what, sweetie?"

"Please let me cummmmmmm."

"Maybe later, but not now. Meow. Meow." Sandra sing songed into his ear. "Before I even think about letting my little Buddy pooch get his hard little rocks off, I've got to clean his little poop chute out. Don't I, sweetie?"

"Please, Mistress Sandra, please let me cum now."

"No sissy bud, mayby later, but not now. Now, lets all go to the bathroom and get ourselves a treat."

As Sandra led her tormented thirteen year old slaveboy to the bathroom by his semi-flaccid penis, she called out to Kathy and Paula, "Oh girls. Could you meet me in the bathroom. I've got a little hydraulic job for us to do with little Bub puppy here."

Paula and Kathy both came running to the bathroom to see what Sandra had in store for Bud.

"Did my little Paula pus satisfy you adequately, Kathy."

"She surrrrre did," Kathy stretched her long arms over her head languidly and smiled the contented smile of the truly satiated. "She was giving me a nice twatbath when you called. It also turns out that Mommy is great at sucking piggies, aren't you, Mommy?"

"Yes, Mistress Kathy," Paula looked hopefully at Sandra. "I like sucking piggies and washing twats with my tongue. I really like it a lot, don't I Mistress Kathy?"

"Yes you sure do, Mommy girl. And you do it soooooo well."

Despite himself, Bud giggled at the perverse admissions his mother was being forced to make to Sandra. Wow, his own Mommy, a sex slave. Then he remembered that he was himself a sex slave, and the giggle died in his throat.

"Kathy, since you're so good at this, why don't you get things all ready to clean out Bud sweetie's little pooper for him."

"My pleasure," giggled fifteen year old Kathy as she got the bag, hose and nozzle out of the bathroom closet.

"Honey bear, you better use the poop nozzle on little Bud here. I don't think he can take the douche nozzle, not yet anyway."

"Oh poo," Kathy pouted. "I really wanted to cram the big one up his bratty little butt for him and make him squeal."

"Well, I'll keep it in mind, and maybe I'll let you do that later on if you do something really nice for me." So saying, Sandra reached out and began tickeling Kathy's little belly button with her pinkie finger. Kathy giggled and pooched out her flat tummy so Sandra could really ticklel her.

"And besides, I just might like to hear you make him squeal myself."

Kathy signed sensually and let Sandra play with her all she wanted.

Finally Sandra grew bored with feeling Kathy up and returned to the business at hand.

"Come on, Kathy, lets get ready. You know his little pooper has got to be just full. He'll feel so much better with all that stinky poo flushed out of him, won't you, Bud?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Bud said apprehensively.

Kathy filled up the enema bottle with warm water to that she added liquid hand soap to get her brother squeaky clean. She then attached the hose and short nozzle.

"Ok Bud, squat on the toilet and spread your legs so Kathy can get at you."

Reluctantly, Bud sat down and spread his legs as wide as he could.

"Kathy, do you want to stick the nozzle in, honey."

"You bet I do. I've been wanting to do this for years. Hold absolutely still, brat, while I shove this up your butt for you."

Bud did as he was told and Kathy snaked the nozzle into his fundament.

She kept feeding hose in until the nozzle was well inside his rectum. Then she pulled on the hose a little. Back and forth inside Bud's hole, moving the nozzle against his tiny prostate gland.

"Lean back against the toilet seat and put your hands on your knees." instructed Sandra. "I want an unobstructed view of that little peter poo of yours. I want to see if getting an enema from three sexy women turns you on as much as it should."

"Or maybe you're just a little faggot pussy boy who doesn't get off being played with by women. Are you a little faggot pussy boy, Budslut?"

"No, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, we'll see."

Kathy unsnapped the clamp and the warm, soapy water began slowly to run into Bud's fundament. As the inevitable cramping started, the thirteen year old began squirming around on the toilet seat and whimpering.

SLAP,SLAP,SLAP

"I told you to keep still, Bud pussy." Sandra screamed right in the boy's ear, causing him to flinch. Tears of shame and pain began flowing down Bud's face.

"I'm sorry Mistress Sandra, but it hurts."

Sandra got right up in the boy's tear stained face.

"It's SUPPOSED to hurt, stupid. Now, you move one more time without permission, and I'll jerk you off that thing, put you across my lap and spank your ass till you won't be able to walk for a week. Understand."

Bud shrank back from his screeching Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I'll sit still."

As soon as Sandra saw that Bud had surrendered to her totally, she leaned over and whisperlicked into his ear, "that's a real good little slut. Now, you do as Mistress Sandra says, and maybe I'll even let you fuck your slut mommy. Wouldn't you like that, huuummmm?"

Bud blushed crimsen, but nodded his head 'yes.'

Sandra giggled and gave the boy's half-turgid shaft a little squeeze.

Paula watched wide eyed as her daughter administered the salacious enema to her son. Little twitches of devilish lust wracked her vagina. Maybe, if she were really extra special good, Mistress Sandra would let her do Bud herself later. She had always gotten off on giving the boy his enemas. Perhaps Sandra would permit her the sick opportunity to turn on that way once again.

Kathy reached down and started moving the hose around, forcing the nozzle to shift inside Bud's fundament. This caused the thirteen year old desparately to want to squirm around again. But, despite these strong urges to wiggle, he held himself perfectly still, well aware of the consequences of any unbidden movement on his part.

Bud could feel the growing strain on his insides caused by the warm water. As the pressure and associated cramps increased, Bud's little peter became stiff as a board.

"Well, at least you're not a total faggot. Well maybe not, anyway. We'll have to find out some time later by seeing if you get all hard and leaky when I let some big stud like Mike fuck you up the ass."

Sandra snickered as she watched Bud's cock rise. She reached over and pinched his throbbing glans between thumb and forefinger once again. His prick gave a little twitch. Sandra just smiled and felt the thirteen year old up some more.

Bud was cramping pretty seriously by now, and his breath was coming in labored gasps. Intermittently, he issues plaintive little moans and grunts as the surging water had its way with him.

"Paula cunt, why don't you entertain us all and diddle your little puss puss for us while we wait. I want some of your nasty puss puss wet for your dear little sissy son here, and I'm sure that watching his own nasty little slut mommy get herself off right in front of him will be a real treat for our Bud pud here."

So enthralled was she by the prospect of Sandra allowing her to get herself off, Bud's mother discovered she had absolutely nothing left in her conscience that would have stayed her hand from exhibiting herself so pruriently in front of her young son. Paula let out a happy squeal of surrender and immediately began masterbating, and in just no time at all, her vagina was secreting a little dribble of hot cyprinne fluid. Paula's gasps of impending sexual release were a sure sign that her vagina was well lubricated.

"Get your fingers way deep inside that quiff of yours, Palua poo, and get those little teacher fingers of yours all dripping for our sexy little Bud pud here."

Paula made little mewling sounds in the back of her throat as she inserted of her two long fingers into her spasming slit and brought them out covered in white, sticky fluid.

"You want a taste of your nasty old Mommiekins, little boy?"

Bud's eyes got as big as saucers. He most certainly wanted to taste his mother's pussy. Doesn't every boy his age?

"Unnnnnnnn huuuuuhhhhh."

"You'll have to do better than that, little man. Do you want a little Mommy taste, or don't you?"

"Unnnnhhh, huuuuuuhhhhh, please Mistress Sandra. Please. I want to taste my Mommy's pussy. Please."

"Well, open wide, then. Ok Paula baby girl, feed the baby."

Paula immediately moved her cum covered fingers to her young son's open lips and slid them well inside his mouth. Bud instinctively began licking and sucking the musky secretions off his mom's finger. He suckled on her digits just as though they were her nipples and he a newborn.

When he had removed every last drop of puss puss wet, Paula slid her fingers back out of his mouth.

"Now, Paula. I want you to get them all wet again with some more of that lovely Paula puss puss wet you have such a good time making for me. Only this time, I want you to smear yourself all over Buddy boy's stiffie and then jagg him off like a mother fucker, which he just might earn the right to be, someday."

Paula serenely did as she was commanded, sliding her drippy fingers along her son's turged member. She had secretly dreamed of playing lewdly with Bud's cock for months now. And her mistress was facilitating her wish come true. She was so lucky to have such a generous young dome.

"Ok, Paula mommy, now you had better help your little Buddy poo out. Go on and rub his stretched out little belly for him with your other hand while you beat him off. Make it all better for out poor little sissy boy just like a good mommy should. Yeeesssss."

Paula moved closer to her son and began moving her warm, comforting hand around on his distented belly, flattening it against his bloated bowels to releave some of the mounting painful pressure. At the same time, Paula moved her other sticky hand around on his mommy-lube-covered member.

"Stand up Bud and let your mommy play with you. We want to see you swell up just like you were pregnant. Kathy, snap off the water for a minute and let our little baby pooper get used to all that nasty old water inside him."

Kathy compled happily, noting Bud's moans of pain with perverse glee. His whimpers were music to her ears. She could torment him like this for days at a time if she hadt her way.

Bud lifted himself slowly and painfully from the toilet seat and Paula continued to rub his belly and jack him off slowly. As his moither slid her hands around on him, lewd, sick thoughts of lust began washing over her. Touching her naked son's distenting belly and his young stiffie was turning her on mightily. She hungrily prayed that Sandra would give her permission really to feel Bud up. She knew that she had harbored a sick desire for years to do lewd things with her young son, and now Sandra was giving her permission to do them. Paula knew that she could cajole her mistress to let her fulfill her incestuous desires if she could please the seventeen year old thoroughly. And that was just another reason to do so.

"Well, go on Paula. Now jack him off hard and fast. I know you want to. I can see the lust all over your face. Don't you want to really jack your son off while your daughter gives him a nice filling enema? Tell me right now."

There was no embarrassment left in Paula, there was only sick, perverted lust and submissive desire. All she wanted to do from that minute on was to comply with anything Sandra, her Mistress, told her to do. If that meant masterbating her thirteen year old son while his fifteen year old sister gave him an enema, that was OK with her.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I would really like to jack Bud off really fast right now."

"Mommy..." Bud cried out, hearing his mother's confession of her nasty little desires.

"You just shut up, Bud slut, and let your Mommy do whatever she wants with you."

Paula smiled happily, grateful for her Mistress's permission to molest her son. She ran her fingers slowly along the underside of Bud's erection.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh, Mommyyyyyyyyyyy," Bud moaned, half reacting to his mother's lewd hand on his pecker and half reacting to the cramps and sharp pains concentrated in his intestines. Tears of frustration and agony rolled down Bud's cheeks.

"Mommyyyyyyyyyy, Pleeeeeeeeeeease. I gotta go. I gotta go real baaaaaaaad."

"Keep jacking him off, Paula baby girl. Don't stop until I tell you to."

"Mommyyyyyyyyyyyy. I can't hold it any more."

"You better hold it, little man," Sandra said in a firm voice.

Bud grimaced and cried out at the top of his lungs.

"But I cannnnn't."

Sandra saw that the boy was really losing it. At the very last possible minute, Sandra told Bud to sit back on the toilet seat and let go. At the same time, she ordered Paula to really speed up jacking the boy off.

Bud relaxed his puckered rosette and a torrent of discolored water exploded out of his behind. Bud squirmed around on the toilet seat, moaning and grunting in sheer relief. Paula, Kathy, and Sandra all watched the thirteen year old void his intestines. All three had smiles of lewd intent on their faces.

Paula's hand moved faster and faster on her son's rock hard erection, stimulating him for all she was worth, drawing the cum out of him, practically demanding that he cum. And his little system, tormented and sexed up all at the same time, complied; squirting a little glob of white boy cum right onto his mother's bare arm.

"Good boy!" Sandra exclaimed and then licked the hot white droplets right off Paula's arm. "Uhmmmmm, good. Now hurry up and finish cleaning up, Bud pud. I've suddenly got to take a pee real bad."

Bud strained to get out the last of the water inside him, wiped his butt with a piece of TP, flushed the toilet and jumped up.

"Get your ass in that tub, Bud puppy, I said I have to take a pee pee."

Confused but obedient to his new Mistress's wishes, Bud lay down in the cold, empty bathtub.

Sandra stepped over him and straddled his head.

"Open wide, Buddy poo and drink your Mistress all down like the good little sissy cunt that you are."

Bud kept his mouth shut and shook his head emphatically.

Sandra reached around behind her back and grabbed Bud's scrotum. She squeezed down on his little balls and jerked his ball sac straight up.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Bud screamed in torment.

"Open that damn mouth of yours or I'll yank these little bee bees of yours right off your crotch." Sandra emphasized her words by giving Bud's scrotum an especially viscious tug.

"Oooooooowwwwwwwwww. Ok, ok. I give."

Bud formed a round "O" with his lips and leaned up to capture his Mistress's golden offering.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhaaaaaa." Sandra groaned as a hot splash jetted from her little pee hole and right into Bud's waiting mouth. Paula liked on in rapt envy. If only Sandra would allow her the same privilege.

On and on the pungent golden stream ran out of one hole and into another until there was only a little dribble left.

When Sandra had quite finished she stood up, climbed out of the bathtub and sat on the vacated toilet.

"Come here Paula baby girl sweetie. I have a little treat for you. Lick me clean, will you, pet. I just know you want to."

Paula gleefully knelt down before her Mistress, pressed her face against Sandra's vulva, and contentedly lapped up and down, round and round, all the time making little meows of contentment at finally being given the privilege of cleaning her Mistress's vagina of her golden necter.

"Kathy sweetums, turn on the cold water in the bathtub and wash your brother off. He let some of my treat get away from him. Perhaps the cold water on his naked flesh will remind him to be more careful next time."

Kathy did as she was bidden, and Bud sputtered under the ice cold stream.

When Bud was totally free of Sandra pee, Kathy turned off the water and let him have a towel to dry off.

"Paula baby girl, I have a little question I want you to answer truthfully," Sandra said slyly. "Now that Bud is all clean, wouldn't you like to play with him some more yourself?"

Paula sat back on her heels, confusion clouding her face. She had already confessed to herself that there had been times when she had fantasized about molesting her son sexually or being molested by him. But her motherly instincts had always overridden these perverse thoughts. But now, Sandra was offering her the opportunity to gratify any wish she could ever have harbored.

Sandra reached her hand out to Paula's big breast and began fondling it absentmindedly, looking directly into her teacher's eyes.

"Well, wouldn't you, sweetie?"

Paula bowed her head in embarrassment.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I would like to play with Bud."

"Good little Paula baby girl. But what will you do for me if I let you molest that sissy poo son of yours?"

"What else do you want, Mistress Sandra?"

"What I want is for you to reaffirm your agreement here and now, in front of both your son and daughter, to become, how shall I say, 'intimate' with a little boy doggie we shall all pick out for you since we already know what a sex-hungry BITCH you are."

Paula shuddered in sick anticipation. "But we don't have a boy doggie, Mistress Sandra."

"I know that, Paula stupid." Sandra yelled. "But we are going out tomorrow and find one; one who really likes you. Then we'll bring him home for you to experience."

"Oh goodie," Kathy cheered. "Mommy's going to be dog diddled, Mommy's going to be dog diddled."

"Well Paula bitch, what about it?"

Paula felt hot tears fill her eyes as shame and self-disgust overtook her. But at the same time, her little vagina twitched lewdly at the thought of having to submit herself to a big, sex hungry dog.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra, I will let a dog diddle me in front of Kathy and Bud if you will let me play with Bud now."

Sandra patted her teacher slut's head. "Very good, Paula; very, very good. We will get you a nice big poochie lover tomorrow. I promise. And he'll fuck you so good while we watch."

Sandra sat back and smiled down at her totally complicit teacher.

"Now that you have met my terms, what exactly do you want to do to little Buddy poo here?"

Paula looked hungryly down at her naked son. She was now eager to confess to Sandra what she had dreamed of doing all these years.

"I want to suck his little pee peter and his little nutties into my mouth, Mistress Sandra," Paula said very softly, looking at her thirteen year old son with sexual hunger in her eyes.

"And I want to lick him on his pee pee."

"What else do you want to do, Paula?"

"I want to play around with his little butt hole. I want to stick my fingers as far up his hole as I can and and I want to finger fuck his little rectum for him."

"And what else, sweetie," Sandra asked as she pinched her teacher slave's erect nipples.

Paula cried out.

"I want to to make him put his pee peter in my vagina and then I want to make him fuck me hard till I cum and cum and never stop."

Sandra and Kathy exchanged happy glances. Watching all this was going to be such a sick turn on.

"Well, ok then, Paula. You can suck little Bud pud's pud, and you can play around with his little rosette, and you can even put his little peter pee pee inside your nasty wet little fuck hole. Is that what you really, really want, Paula baby girl?"

The words flew out of Paula's mouth.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. That's what I really, really want."

Paula was in rapture at the thought of what Sandra was going to let her do. And Sandra was getting hot just thinking about it all.

"Well then, lets go into your bedroom where we can all be more comfortable."

"Yeah," giggled Kathy. "I definately want to watch this."

Bud reluctantly led the wayto his mother's bedroom. Sandra followed, pinching his butt cheeks to move him along. Paula followed behind her Mistress, and Kathy followed her, running an impish finger up and down her mother's ass crack and toying with her little pucker and her fat nether lips.

"Go sit on your Mommy's bed, Bud pud," Sandra ordered.

Bud reluctantyly complied.

"Now go ahead and get after that little peter pee pee, Mommy girl," Kathy ordered.

Paula crawled over to her son and stuck her face right in his crotch. She inhaled deeply his little boy smell, then began to lick his flacid member.

At first, Bud was understandably reticent about the prospect of getting a blowjob from his own mother. But Paula's insistant tongue swirling around his little system changed his mind in a hurry. It wasn't so bad after all, being licked on the penis by your very own mother, was it? It felt good, and it was so sick it was a hugh turn on.

As her catlike laps began to awaken Bud's little head, Kathy scrunched up behind her mother, reached a hand around to her front, and began squeezing her left breast. Paula moaned salaciously as she continued to lick her son into a stiffie.

When Bud's little mimber was a hardbar, Paula captured it between her lips and began to slide her head up and down the shaft, humming softly.

"Ohhhhhuuuuu, Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyyy."

Sandra reached over and touseled Bud's hair with her fingers.

"Does it feel good having your Mommy suck on your little pecker, Bud?"

"Unnnnnnn, huhhhhh."

"Are you getting turned on, little man?"

"Unnnnnnn, huhhhhh."

"Does little Buddy puddy want his bad old Mommy slut to fuck his little pecker for him."

"Unnnnnnn, huhhhhh."

"Well, slide up onto the bed so she can, silly."

With his mother's sucking lips still around his little engine, Bud slid up the bed until he was all the way on it. Paula, attached to her son at the mouth, followed along, not missing a beat.

"Paula baby girl, are you wet?"

"Unnnnnnn, huhhhhh."

"Well then, turn around and shove that teacher twat of yours right into Bud's adoring little face so he can get some Mommy treat."

The thought of Bud's boy tongue up her hot, puffy slit sent Paula into raptures of salacious expectation. The older woman immediately turned herself around and pressed her drippy crotch hard against Bud's upturned face.

"Now slurp your Mommy, Bud. Slurp Mommy real good for me. You know you want to. You've been dreaming about being a mommy licker for years." Sandra said sweetly into Bud's ear as she flicked her tongue all around inside.

Bud moaned deep in his throat, and his thirsty tongue immediately darted up into his mother's nether slit, and then he began to lick and slurp ravenously.

"That's a good little slut boy. Lick it good for her. You know you have been wanting to do this for a long time now, haven't you, sweetie?"

Bud was ashamed of his incestuous desires, but he could not lie.

"Ummmmmm, huuuuhhhhhh."

Under Sandra's lascivious direction, mother and son 69ed each other and accompanied their mutual slurping mouths with increasingly raucus moans and whimpers of sexual desire.

"Reach down between his legs, Paula baby girl, and play with that cute little butty rosette of Bud's. Don't you just love finger fucking your own son's little sluthole for him?"

"Yesssssss."

Paula's hands slid under Bud's outstretched legs and lifted them up so that his knees were on each side of her head and his thighs were widespread. Her questing fingers then sought and found his puckerted little hole, and she began imputendly tickeling and scracthing it with her fingernail.

Sandra could see every move Paula made to sex up her young son. She smiled at the happy thought that her teacher was learning fast how to make her own sick dreams come true, once her mistress had forced her into doing so.

"Well, go on then, Paula cunt. Stop teasing him and finger fuck his boy cunt, silly. You can surely tell from the way he's squirming around under you that he wants his Mommy's nasty old finger rubbing his little prostate gland for him."

Bud hunched his hips up to meet his mother's mouth then back down on her probing finger. All the while, he emitted a series of little barking moans of lust that turned into high-pitched squeals of empending orgasm.

Cruel Sandra suddenly decided that she had had had enough of this mutual pleasure giving between her two subby slaves.

"Ok now, both of you, STOP."

A loud chorus of 'No' came from the lips of both mother and son. Paula and Bud were too far along down the orgasm trail to want to ever, ever stop.

Sandra became furious.

"If you two slutty subs don't stop munching each other, I'm going to take the paddle to both of you!"

A frustrated Sandra was confronted by yet more mom-son slurping with no signs of ever letting up or obeying her.

"Kathy, hand me that paddle."

Kathy happily obliged. Sandra then took aim at Paula's upthrust butt and began swatting her hard with the little wooden paddle.

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.

"Ohhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww." cried Paula in dire pain, yet she still would not release Bud's stiff and twitching penis suctioned so firmly in her mouth grasp.

Sandra then attacked the backs of Bud's smooth, upthrust thighs, but with the same negative results.

A thoroughly disappointed and angry Sandra found that she just had to face the fact that her subbie slaves Paula and Bud were locked into a course of action that could have only one outcome, and nothing whatsoever was going to deter them, not even the desires and whims of their Mistress. As she continued to use the wooden paddle on her teacher, Sandra wondered whether she had created a two-headed monster.

Paula and Bud came at exactly the same time, and their ecstatic cries were punctuated by a series of stacatto paddle slaps administered by their mistress.

Paula literally gushed her hot, viscous mucus secretions into her son's open mouth. Bud returned the favor by spurting a thin hot stream of boy cum right onto his mother's hungry tongue.

The scene of mother and son cumming together was so salacious and so provocative that Sandra put down the ineffectual paddle and looked on at the lewd antics of her two sex toys. After a time, her anger cooled and she continued to watch Paula and Bud wriggling against each oth in post coital bliss.

Then the young girl laughed out loud.

"Well Paula baby girl, I guess we're going to have to wait a while on the boy fucking. You've probably sucked our little stallion here dry for the time being. Haven't you, dear?"

Paula raised her face off her thirteen year old's crotch and showed her Mistress a smile as broad as all outdoors.

"That's OK, Mistress Sandra. I can wait a little longer. Bud tastes gooooooood."

"Does he really taste good, Paula baby girl?"

"Oh, yes. Heavenly, Mistress Sandra. Just heavenly. I've wanted to do that for such a long time, and now you have let me. Thank you, Misteress Sandra." Paula cooed softly as she smiled down at her son's receeding erection. She gave it several appreciative little licks, unwilling, even now that he had cum for her, to relinquish her treat. Long gone were her feelings of degradation and humiliation. She was now a total addict to her son's cock.

Sandra observed Paula's continued licking and slurping. It was obvious that she would pay any price for lurid access to Bud's young cock. That was useful news.

"And does your Mommiekins taste good to you, little Buddy?"

Bud smiled all over his face.

"Yes she does, Mistress Sandra," Bud sighed langorously.

"Well, if you continue to act like a good little boy and do what you're told, I'll let you stick that nasty puddie of yours way up into her nice, hot, wet mommy fuck hole and then you can really get your rocks off. Ok, sliutty boy?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"And when you've cum cummed all up inside her, I'll let you suck all your nasty boy cum out of her, too. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra touseled the boy's damp hair and then took some time out to play with his flaccid little worm for him. Just as with his mother, it seems that Sandra just could not keep her hands off the boy's privates.

After a bit, order was restored in the Beale bedroom. Sandra looked over at Kathy and said, "Well Kathy, did you clean little Bud pud out real good with that nice old enema?" As she asked the question, Sandra reached her long-fingered hand up under Bud's hip and began snooping around his moist boy crack and pink rosette with her fingers.

"Oh yeah, Sandra. He's squeaky. I guarantee it."

"Good, because I plan on playing with his little butt hole for a while, and I don't want to get any Bud poop on me."

"Ok, Bud butt. Time for another round of fun," Sandra said breezily as she casually flipped her boy toy over on his tummy.

"While I feel up your little brother, Kathy, why don't you find something for you and baby girl to do somewhere else in the house."

"Can I play with her breasts? Can I, huh? Can I tie her breasts up really, really tight with bungee cords and put springy clothespins on her nipples, and spank her ass and her breasts with the paddle, and strap her with a belt? Can I make her scream real, real loud? Can I hurt her really, really bad?"

Paula winced at hearing such evil and terrifying words coming out of the mouth of hew own daughter, and she looked over appealingly at her mistress. But Sandra only nodded head 'yes'.

"Sure Kathy. All of the above. You have my permission. Is all of that OK with you, Paula?"

Paula knew what was expected of her.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I like for Kathy to play with my breasts and hurt them. I like it when she makes me squeal and scream. I want you to be happy with me, and I know you are happy when I hurt a lot. I want you to be happy with me and love me."

Sandra looked over at the older woman with a smirk on her face.

"Do you really mean that, or are you just saying it?"

Paula sat for a moment, thinking. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't escape the fact that, bottom line, she had meant every word of what she had said. She was becoming quite the pain slut. She bowed her shameful head.

"I meant it, Mistress Sandra.

Sandra and Kathy looked at each other and giggled.

"We know, cunt."

As Kathy was leading her docile, submissive sex toy mom out of the bedroom, Sandra said in parting, "Be sure she doesn't cum. I want you to hurt her, not satisfy her."

"I heard that." Paula's fifteen-year-old tormentress readily agreed.

"Ok now, boy toy. Let's you and me just stay here in Mommy's nice, warm bedroom and have some fun. I have some really cool plans for you."

Bud looked away fearfully, anxious over the dire implications for him of her words.

"Now, you just lay on your tummy like the sexy little slut you are and spread those cute slut puppy legs of yours, honey. So I can get at all your slutty, pussy boy charms."

Fearing the worst, Bud reluctantly rolled over on his mother's bed and did as he had been told.

Sandra stood over the bed, sliding her exploring right hand slowly up Bud's hairless boy leg. She moved eventually to his butt and roamed over it, squeezing, pinching, slapping, mauling, all with a proprietary smile on her young face. She let her long fingers explore along Bud's narrow crevice that divided the smooth cheeks of his bubble butt. Up and back, up and back. Stopping each time to press an itchy fingertip against the cute little rosette.

"Do you like my hand on your butt, honey." Sandra said softly, sweetly.

Bud had to admit that her hand felt good, but, for some perverse reason, he did not want to give her the satisfaction of knowing it. So he stayed quiet.

"What's the matter, Bud poo? After all I've done for and to you over the past three hours, are you still shy around me, honey?"

Still no response.

Sandra began moving her index finger around the outside of Bud's tight little pucker. Slowly, ever so slowly, teasing and tickeling the tender, sensitive flesh.

As if of their own volition, Bud's legs spread just a little wider and he began to twitch his hips. Sandra smiled.

She pushed her intruding, insistent finger hard against his resisting hole. She scratched it playfully with her fingernail. Bud sighed involuntarily.

"Ummmmmm, huuuuuhhhh. Buddy poo really likes for his mistress to play sick games with his little butty hole."

Sandra pushed harder and the rosette relaxed and let the very tip of her probing digit pop inside the moist hole. She slid it slowly; enticingly; back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

After a while, a second fingertip invaded Bud's little hole. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

Then, more and more of her fingers penetrated his sensitive hold.

Bud gurgled softly as he hunched his boyhips up to meet the long, slow thrusts.

Then a third finger. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

Bud was now unabashedly humping back against the fingers that were plying his fundament. His hips twitched and he moaned in lewd lethargy. Sandra continued to smile. Her fingertips massagued his little prostate, sending waves of mounting pleasure through the boy's body.

Her pinkie finger eased into Bud's butt, hardly noticed by him. Sandra's slow curling of her fingers into a tight fist did not disturb Bud, who was now almost dreamasleep from Sandra's sensual ministrations.

Sandra's fist eased out slowly until her thumb could rest along her palm beside the other digits, then the entire hand was gradually shoved back inside. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

In the back of Bud's mind, a twinge of fear was forming. Wasn't his little butthole awfully full of Sandra's fingers?

Sandra laughed aloud as she suddenly pistoned her arm and drove her clenched fist full force into Bud's nicely stretched anus. Then, just as suddenly, she pulled her fist out.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Bud screeched as the realization of his true situation dawned with full blown agony.

Sandra laughed heartily as she continued energetically to fist Bud's defenseless butt hole. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

"Do you like it better now, little man?"

"Nnnnnnnnnnooooooooo. Take it out, take it out. It hurts, it huuuurrrrts."

"Take it out. Take what out, baby."

"Take it out, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Take what out, sweetie pie?"

Bud was writhing around now in total agony.

"Your fist, take it out."

"Out of where, baby doll?"

Out of my aaaaaaasssssssssshole."

"Well, if you would just relax a little, it wouldn't hurt so much, silly Buddy."

Through the fog of pain, Bud tried to listen. But being only thirteen years old, and a rectal anal virgin, the boy had absolutely no idea of how to relax his fundament sufficiently to make the excrutiating pain Sandra was causing him go away.

"Listen stupid," Sandra taunted the screeching boy toy. "Act like you're going to take a big dump. Strain your bowels. Now, pretend to shit big for me, cunt, or it will just keep hurting."

"I caaaaaaan't. Take it outttttttt."

"But I like it jammed way up your little Bud butt. Now pretend to shit for me, dear, or it's really going to hurt."

Bud was now almost stuperous, just lying there on the bed, moaning pitiously as his seventeen year old mistress fistfucked his tight little asshole for all she was worth.

Sandra gave in to all the erotic feelings being generated in her by inflicting such pain and humiliation on her thirteen year old boy slave, and her own little quim began to soppy up. Her insistant fist moved ever deeper into Bud's boy pussy with each thrust.

Despite his excruciating pain, Bud sensed his little engine stiffening pressed as it was against his tummy, but there was no fluid left in his little prostate to shoot out. So as Sandra's fist fucked him in and out, back and forth; his peter twitched and fired blanks. The pain was nearly blinding.

Bud just could not seem to strain enough to keep the pain away, and the dry orgasms he was having only made matters much worse.

Sandra's hand finally got tired of forcing against Bud's tight rectal muscles and she snapped her fist all the way out of him.

"Ooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

"Now, didn't that feel just great Bud?" Sandra whisperlicked the question into his ear.

"Nooooooooo. It huuuuuuuuurts." Bud cried aloud as his widespread butthole tried to return to its former tight pucker. And it took a long time before Bud began to feel relief at not having his mistress's fist inside him anymore. Sandra did not waste the time, but slid her hand between his hip and the coverlet and played around with the boy's turgid tool for him.

As the shock of pain died away, Bud had to admit to himself that he had found the degrading and excruciating encounter with his new mistress sexually stimulating. He wasn't sure whether he liked this fact of not. But it remained a fact nonetheless.

He lay imoble on the bed, breathing raggedly for the next few minutes until his heart quit racing. His groans grew more faint as the harsh pain in his backside slowly subsided and as his Mistress'hand on his little system diverted his attention from his painful butthole.

"Feel better, Bud puppy," Sandra asked as she slowly rubbed her other hand over his abused rear end.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

And it really did feel better. So much so that Bud began dry humping Sandra's exploring hand.

"Now, don't you want to be a sexy little Bud puppy for your Mistress all the time from now on."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Bud lay his head on his arms and looked coquettishly over his shoulder at his mistress. It suddenly came to the boy that he might be able to divert his new mistress from inflicting more pain upon him by appealing to her prurient nature. He would attempt to act more aluring and see if that helped his situation any.

"Well then, run get your little panie poos from where you left them and bring them back here to me. I just can't wait to see you all sexy in them for me."

Bud got off the bed, and walk waddled out in the hall and into Kathy's room, where he found his purple pastel panties on the floor where he had discarded them earlier. The thirteen year old boy picked them up and carried them back daintily into his mother's bedroom where Sandra waited for him.

"Well, put them on, baby cunt, and let's see just how sexy you do look in them."

Bud stepped daintily into the pastel panties and slowly tugged them up his smooth legs and onto his loins. His little basket made an adorable bulge in the thin material. The thirteen year old had to admit to himself that he felt really sexy wearing his sister's tight, silky panties.

Sandra lay down on the queensize bed and motioned for Bud to join her there. He eagerly climbed up beside his mistress and lay down right next to her, his head nestled into the hollow of her shoulder. Instinctively, and without being told, his hungry mouth moved to Sandra's neck and his full lips began nuzzling her warm, sensitive skin.

"Oh Bud puppy, that's so nnnniiiiiiicccccce. He's such a sweet little slutty, isn't he?"

Bud smiled to himself and kept nuzzeling his Mistress.

Sandra reached her left hand down Bud's tummy and began toying with his flacid little penis through the thin material of his panties. Bud giggled quietly, hunched his hips a little in response to Sandra's fondling hand, and began nibbling on her left earlobe. Sandra returned the favor by reaching inside the frilly right leg opening of Bud's panties and grasping his now semi hard little engine. She began slowly to slide her warm fingers up and down over the shaft, playfully scratcing the underside from time to time with her fingernails. Bud raised his hips off the bed and strained up to meet her hand, but all he had was blanks to shoot. He did so, again and again, twitching and wriggling, but no more fluid came out.

After a while, Sandra let go of his member and slid her soft hand around his midrif, occasionally probing his belly button with her pinky finger. Then back down to his semi-hard little pecker.

Bud continued to nibble and lick her earlobe and smooch the inside of her ear. Clearly, Bud was getting off sexing up his mistress as much as she was by playing with his totally accessable little body.

Sandra used her index finger nail to scratch at Bud's little peehole through the pantie, causing a shiver of pleasure pain to shoot down the boy's shaft. She kept it up, scratching around the sensitive hole and listening to his whines and squeals of repressed excitement. He sounded just like a little puppy that wanted his mommy.

Bud's body trembled, and he licked his mistress's ear even more ardently than before. Little whimpers of pain extasy escaped his full quivering boy lips.

"Yes, you little Buddy puppy sweetums you, that's just the kind of noises I like to hear coming from one of my petty poos," Sandra drawled.

This lewd pass time of Sandra's went on for many more minutes, then Sandra had a thought.

"Honeykins, do you see my purse over there on the dresser? Be a good little slut puppy will you and bring it over here to me."

Bud reluctantly got out of bed, retreaved Sandra's purse, and lay back down beside her.

Sandra was lying on her left side, raised up on one elbow. She rooted around in her purse and finally found what she was after, an emory board.

Bud was now supine on his side of the bed, hoping desparately that Sandra would continue to feel him up. Instead, she pulled his purple panties slowly and seductively down just past his scrotum, clasped his stiff little penis in one hand to hold it steady, and began running the flat of the emory board slowly over the very tip.

"Uuuunnnnnnnhhhhhh, that hurts, Mistress Sandra," Bud cried out as Sandra's emory board chafed the tip of his tender dickhead. Sandra continued to rub the emory board around Bud's glans, as he wiggled in a hopeless attenpt to pull away. Sandra had his pecker in a vice-like grip.

"Unh ua, Buddy poo. Now, be good and stay still and let your Mistress tenderize your nasty little pud head for you."

The burning, itching reaction Bud's penis was having to Sandra's emory board treatment made him feel like he had stuck his penis into an antbed. Bud began to yowl in torment, but Sandra would not let him go.

"You are just such a yummy little sissy boy, do you know that," Sandra giggled as she continued to torment Bud with the emory board.

"Oh yeeeessss, honey bear. It's just sooooooo painful for that little dookie doo of yours, isn't it, baby?"

Bud nodded his assent, unable to do more owing to the near-blinding discomfort.

"But I know you're going to learn to just love all the nasty little things I'm going to do to you. Won't you, sweetie?"

"In fact, I bet your little hole is just itching for some prime doggie dick, isn't it, hon? Just like your Mommy's."

Fearing even worse than what he was currently experiencing at the hands of his Mistress, Bud could do nothing but whisper, "Yes, Mistress Sandra. My little hole is just itching for some doggie dick."

"You're such a little sissy boy slut just lying there on top of your slutty sexy mommy's big bed all naked and hard except for your big sister's pastel panties on that sissy bod of yours. Aren't you just a perfect little sissy boy slut for your Mistress, sweetie? Well, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra; I'm your sissy boy slut."

"That's right, dear. That's just what you are."

After she had gotten his little glans crimson with her chafing, she let go of his penis altogether. Bud whimpered in frustration and not inconsiderable pain.

"Now, hold your fat little cheeks apart, honey, so I can fingerfuck my little boy's pussy. Does 'ems want Mistress Sandra fo finger fuck your little hole for you, honey?"

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra."

Bud raised his legs so his ankles were almost resting on his forehead. Then, he reached down with both hands and pulled his ass cheeks apart. Sandra put her emory board down on the nightstand, then pressed her right index finger against the tight little pucker, then through it and on inside the moist hole. Her left hand reached across and grabbed Bud's scrotum and pulled it hard away from his body.

"Your bee bees are just so cunningly cute, Bud honey," Sandra complemented the boy. "Maybe someday soon I'll cut them right out of your little scrote for you and roll them around on the floor while I make you watch."

"Omigod. Please, Mistress Sandra; please let me keep my balls," Bud wailed out at the thought of being castrated by his Mistress.

"Well, now you continue to be a good little boy and do what I say, and I may let you keep them after all."

Bud lay there stark still as the realization that Sandra was just the kind of sadist to actually castrate him for no other reason than it suited a whim of the moment.

"I'll be good, Mistress Sandra. I'll be real good."

"I just knew you would, honey."

Sandra continued to fingerfuck Bud's tight asshole until he began to relax to the sensation. When she had him relaxed to the point that the sphincter didn't automatically clench at her invading fingers, she slowly removed them. Bud had his eyes shut tight so he did not see her reach over and take the emory board off the night stand. The first he knew of it was when he felt the sharp point enter his fundament. By then, it was too late.

Sandra slid the emory board well up inside Bud's rectum. He responded by clenching his anus around the emory board. That suited Sandra just fine.

She sawed the rough emory board in and out, scraping away little flakes of tender boyflesh with each and every stroke.

"Aaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmhhhhh," Bud let out a howl of pain.

"Stop, Mistress Sandra. Please, please, please stop."

"But Buddy poo, I'm having so much fun getting your little poop chute ready for its dose of bad old doggie dick. You don't really want me to stop, do you?"

"Yeeeeesssss, Mistress Sandra. Please stop. It hurts."

"Well, if you insist. I guess I can always go back to cracking your nuts for you." Sandra punctuated her words with hard squeezes and twists of Bud's nutsack.

"Ohhhhhhhh, nooooooo."

"Well, make up your tiny mind, Bud stupid. Butt scraper or nut cracker."

Bud writhed around on his mother's bed in a paroxysm of agony. His wailes were incoherent pleas for his Mistress to stop torturing him. Of course Sandra continued, loving the sounds of his distress the way an afficianato loves the sound of a good soprano.

In spite of the excruciating pain, Bud finally realized that Sandra would continue all day torturing his balls and butthole unless he told her which form of pain he preferred.

"Butt scraper, Mistress Sandra. I want the butt scraper."

Sandra let go of Bud's tormented scrotum, giggled hysterically, and said, "I thought so. You just can't resist the idea of getting your little rectum tenderized so you'll feel it more when I let you have at your big ole doggie dick. Right, cunt?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Bud bowed to the inevitable.

Sandra continued to chivy the long emory board inside her victim slave until his entire poop chute was tenderized to the second sphincter. Bud lay there, holding his butt cheeks open for his mistress, hot tears of pain rain drop trailing down his cheeks.

When she was completely satiafied with her handiwork, Sandra removed the emopry board.

"Bud, you've gotten boy butt all over my nice clean emory board. What are you going to do about it?"

The young boy sobbed.

"Lick it off, Mistress Sandra."

"That's very kind of you. Here."

Sandra held the emory board in front of Bud's lips, he moved his face to it and opened his mouth. Sandra stuck the long board into his mouth and Bud began licking the rough surface. He could definitely taste himself on the board.

When Sandra figured it was clean enough, she pulled her emery board out of Bud's mouth.

"Good boy. You got it all nice and clean for me." Sandra put the emory board back in her purse.

"I want it all clean for when I tenderize your Mommy. I want her to get the very best out of her doggie diddle. Or maybe...," Sandra smiled fiendishly.

"Buddy, dear," Sandra cooed as she slid her pinky finger around his little belly button. "How would you like to do the honors for your Mommy poo, since you've been such a good little sissy boy for me this morning."

Bud's face lighted up as if it were Christmas morning.

"Can I, Mistress Sandra?"

"Sure Bud," Sandra cooed as she licked him on the tip of his nose, her finger pushing hard against his little innie, sending a flash of pleasure pain through his loins. "If that's what you'd like to do. Would you really like to stick that mean old emory board inside your slutty mommy's pooper and swuzzel it around inside her until she is thotoughly tenderized for her doggie dick? Would that turn you on, little man?"

"Yeah. That would be so kewl." Bud smiled broadly, his own raspy pain forgotten as thoughts of humiliating and hurting his mother danced inside his head.

"Well, I'll think about it, and if you're good, maybe."

"Oh, I'll be good alright."

"Well, maybe you and Kathy can take turns. Would that be ok?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." Bud pouted a little at the idea of having to share his mommy torment with his older sister. But half a loaf....

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Twenty-Five:

"Well then, Bud," Sandra said to her tormented boy toy; "let's go find us a big sexy doggie to fuck your mommy with."

Bud jumped up and slid the silky panties the rest of the way down his smooth legs.

"No, baby. I want you to leave those darling sweet panties all snug on your cute little bott bott. Now, go get dressed in something really sexy for me."

Bud happily pulled the panties back on and then hurried off to comply with his Mistress's orders.

Sandra climbed off Paula's bed, left her bedtroom, and found Kathy and her mother in the living room. The thirteen year old was lying prone on the sofa while her mother knelt beside her with her face pressed up against Kathy's little butt crack, rimming the young girl for all she was worth.

"I hate to break this up girls, but I think its time we all went to the pet store and picked out a nice sexy doggie for Paula baby girl. What say?"

"Ummmmmm," Kathy signed, rolling over on her back. "That sounds peachy. Right Mommy girl?"

Paula looked up from her daughter's crotch that was now invitingly just below her mouth, smiled at her Mistress warmly, and said, "Yes, Mistress Sandra. I would like to have a big sexy doggie around to play with me."

"He'll do more than play with you, Mommy," Kathy giggled as she climbed off the sofa, pressing one young, smooth thigh against her mother's uprutned face as she rose.

"Yeah, Paula. Mr. Doggie woggie is gonna fuck you. Won't that be just grand?"

Paula smiled up from her place on the floor at her daughter and her student Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Then it's settled. Kathy, go put on something short and sexy for the trip to the pet store. Paula baby girl, go with Kathy and let her pick out something of hers for you to wear that will be short enough so that any big friendly doggies we meet at the pet store can get at you easily. Kathy, make sure that your mommy doesn't wear any panties to the pet store. We wouldn't want to frustrate any potentially friendly doggie who might take a sexy interest in her, would we?"

"We sure wouldn't," Kathy chortled. "Come on, Mommy girl. I have a miniskirt that should be just right for the ocassion."

Mother and daughter headed down the hall to Kathy's bedroom to get dressed. Sandra followed along behind.

"Kathy, I don't want to wear my school clothes to the pet store. May I borrow some of your clothes?"

"Sure, Sandra. But they might be a little tight on you."

"Oh, don't worry about that. The tighter, the better."

So it was that about fifteen minutes later, Sandra St. George and the Beale household were all dressed and ready for their excursion to the pet store.

Bud wore a tight tank top that allowed his taut nipples to press against the sheer material and a pair of old swim shorts three sizes too small for him. His butt and basket were accentuated nicely by the tight material, and his pantie line was clearly visible. Sandra approved heartily and told the boy so.

Kathy wore a thin blouse tied at the midrif with no bra and a micro mini skirt that showed off her long slender legs nicely. Sandra smiled approvingly.

Paula had been forced to wear a similar blouse with no bra, but hers was tied off just below the breasts. She also wore a micromini that was even shorter than her daughter's, if possible. Her bright pink poodle collar stood out on her long neck for all the world to see, and her long ponytail banged against the coller every time she moved her head. The teacher's ponytail made her look ten years younger, and the outfit did even more. She had had the dog coller on for so long now that she didn't notice it any longer.

Sandra had selected a thin pastel blue blouse for herself. This she wore braless, of course. She had also chosen a tight pair of Kathy's jeans to wear with it. The denem material stretched close across her shapely behind and accentuated her long, sexy legs.

"What a good looking and above average family we all are," Sandra said happily as she surveyed the Beales. Things were coming along so nicely.

"Ok, Paula baby girl. You drive us to the pet store, and I'll sit up front with you so I can play with my little baby girl. Kathy, why don't you keep Bud in the back with you so you can mess with him a little on the way over."

"Kewl! May I yank his eensie little doodle for him."

"Sure honey, so long as he doesn't make too much noise and distract the driver. I plan to distract her enough as it is."

On the way to the pet store, Sandra spent her time slowly fondling Paula's legs and masterbating her teacher slave while describing in great detail her plans for Paula's upcoming mating with whatever dog they all picked out for her to rent. Meanwhile, Kathy sat in the back seat tugging and twisting Bud's penis and scrotum, to the accompanyment of his muffled cries of pain.

By the time they arrived at the pet store. Everyone in the car, including Paula and Bud, was in a heightened state of sexuality.

Sandra's school friend Gracie smiled broadly when she saw the entourage of Sandra and the Beales enter the store. Here was the distinct possibility of more sick, sexy fun for her. Her friend Sandra sure knew how to make life interesting.

"Hi, Gracie."

"Hi Sandra. Good morning, Paula baby girl," Gracie giggled as she remembered her teacher's new name.

"Hello, Gracie," Paula replied sheepishly.

"Gracie, this is Paula baby girl's daughter, Kathy and cunt face's little sissy son, Bud."

"Pleased to meet you, I'm sure," Gracie eyed Kathy with lustful interest. Kathy returned the favor, thinking that there might just be possibilities between herself and this young fox: possibilities that might even include Jill, who was always looking for new nookie to play with.

"We're here to find my Mommiekins a big sexy doggie to play with," Kathy leered back at Gracie.

"To play with?"

"Yes. You know," Kathy reached her arm around her mother's waste and slid her hand inside Paula's wasteband. Gracie could clearly see the fifteen year old feeling her mother up.

"To play with."

"Well, lets go see what's back in the kennel."

Gracie led her friend Sandra and the Beales through the back door of the pet store and out into the kennel. "This is where we keep all the nice big doggies. I assume you want a really big one to provide stud service to your new pet, Sandie."

"Oh yes, Gracie. The bigger the better. Isn't that right, Paula baby girl?"

The older woman blushed crimsen.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Paula was adrift in a sea of psychological turmoil. Lewd anticipation of her upcoming mating with a canine lover swirled around in her fuddled mind warring mightily with her strong sense of humiliation and degredation at the realization that not only were her Mistress, son, and daughter participating in the selection of her soon to be dog stud lover, but that one of her students was happily abetting them. And besides, Kathy's wandering hand felt so good inside her micro mini.

"We have three doggies on hand right now that might be suitable studs for your adorable little bitch doggie," Gracie reached over and toyed absently with Paula's poodle collar as she took on the tones of a professional dog breeder. "A German Shepherd, a Great Dane, and a Doberman."

"Well, lets give each one a sniff of her doggie sniz and see which one reacts the best," Sandra suggested.

Sandra laced her fingers with Gracie's and tugged sharply on Paula's collar until her subby teacher was forced to look her directly in the eye.

"Whatever doggie we settle on has to be really horny. I want the very best for my little slut bitch here."

Paula shuddered as her Mistress ran her finger around the top of the collar against the teacher's slender neck. Then Sandra smiled wickedly and abruptly removed her hand.

They all walked over to the German Shepherd's fenced in run.

"Lift up your skirt, Paula, and let the nice stud doggie see if your bitch doggie sniz turns him on."

Kathy extracted her hand and Paula did as bidden, pressing her now fully exposed crotch up against the fence. The Shepherd looked over at her, but made no move to investigate further.

"Paula baby girl," Sandra scolded. "You don't seem to have any alure at all for this doggie."

"Oh well. His loss. Let's move on."

The little troup then walked over to the Great Dane's run. Once again, Paula lifted her skirt and pressed her moist vulva against the fence.

The Great Dane came over to investigate, sniffed warily at Paula's crotch, then turned away.

"O for two, Paula baby girl. None of these big stud doggies find you at all attractive," Gracie smirked at her blushing teacher.

"Paula, you just ain't bitch enough," Sandra giggled.

Kathy immodestly plunged two fingers deep into her mother's moist slit and wiggled them around, trying to get Paula to exude enough secretions to excte a male dog's interests. After a few minutes of frigging her mom in this wanton manner, Kathy slid her slick sticky fingers out and jammed them deep into her mouth. She sucked the warm cyprienne fluid like it was a gourmet delecacy.

When the fifteen year old was finished enjoying her mother's taste, the troup moved along to the next run.

As they walked over to the Doberman's run, the big black dog ambled over to his side of the fence to see what was going on.

"He's cute," giggled Kathy. "What's his name?"

"That's Buck," said Gracie. "He's a typical young Doberman; very friendly, but very protective."

"Well, we want our stud doggie to protect his bitch, don't we Paula puppy?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula whispered as she stood against the fence. There was something about Buck that interested her greatly.

"Well, don't just stand there. Let the young stud doggie see his treat."

Paula slowly raised her skirt until it was above her waist. She thrust her mound hard against the fence, making it rattle. The teacher was suddenly overcome with the erotic urge to seduce this big black dog. She rubbed her hips all around the fence, attemptintg to draw his interest. Her secretions smeared all over the shiny metal.

"Buck is making mommiekins hot," giggled Kathy as she observed her mother's lewd attempts to lure the big Doberman closer.

Buck must have sensed Paula's intent. For he strode over and immediately began sniffing around her crotch through the fence. Then he lolled out his long purple tongue and began licking her dew moist labia. Almost immediately, Paula began hunching up against the fence in an attempt to press as much of her sex as possible against Buck's warm, wet, licking tongue.

"Mommy likes Buck," Bud said quietly as he watched his mother being tongue licked by the enthusiastic Doberman.

"Do you like Buck, Paula baby girl?"

"Yessssss, Mistress Sandra," Paula sighed as Buck continued to lick her vulva. The utter humiliation of the situation made her sexual experience all the more powerful. She was actually allowing a dog to lick her genitils in front of her family and students.

She really liked Buck.

Buck was reacting positively to the musky taste of Paula's pudendum. His hind legs were hunching in little thrusts and his long, red penis was sliding back and forth in its furry sheath.

"We had better break these two love dogs up before Bucky boy here fucks her through the fence," Sandra chortled.

"Yeah, but Mommy has got Buck all hot and bothered," said Kathy. "I don't want my Mommy girl to be known as a bad dog prick teaser without giving poor Buck some kind of reward."

"That's right, Kathy," Sandra agreed. "Paula puppy got Buck all hot and bothered, and so she will have to do something to satisfy his urgings."

Gracie led the party around to the back of the run where the gate was. She unlocked the gate and led Paula inside the run. The teacher's eyes just would not be drawn away from the big black dog as he ambled over to her.

Gracie gazed at her teacher with a look of powerful dominance.

"Get down, cunt. On you knees. Right now."

Gracie's voice was insistant. Paula immediately complied. Buck came up to her and immediately began licking her face.

Gracie giggled as she towseled her teacher's hair

"Idn't dat tweet."

Paula could not break eye contact with Buck as the big Doberman continued to lave her face with his long warm tongue.

"He's marking you with his saliva, bitch," Gracie said softly as she ran her hand along her teacher's side. When Buck noticed Gracie's fondling hand, he let out a low growl.

"I guess he wants you all for himself, Paula. He's already sooooo jealous."

Gracie giggled lewdly as she gave Paula's pendant breast a little squeeze through her top, then the young femdom took her molesting hand away.

"Now you have to do something to let Buck know you belong to him."

Paula was unsure of what to do.

"I'll call him over to me and then you lean over and lick his nice dog thingie for him. He'll really like that. It'll let him know that you are his bitch and his alone."

Paula was unsure just how to comply with her student's lewd order until Gracie called Buck over to her. As the Doberman shifted position, his flank came within easy reach of Paula's face as she leaned over. She began swishing her tongue around Buck's heavy balls and furry sheath. Buck immediately responded by whining and hunching his hips in expectation of the main course. His pointed crimsin penis slid out of the sheath and began dripping thin precum.

Gracie just loved watchihg her slutty subby teacher give face to a dog's crotch, but Sandra and Kathy were getting bored at not having her to play with.

Kathy came inside the dog run and pulled her distracted mother away from Buck's crotch. Paula whined like a bitch in heat consumed by sexual unfulfillment.

"Later Mommy. You can lick Bock's penie as much as you want to as soon as we get you and Buck home. Then, we'll let your big black stud have a good long doggie fuck with his new bitch, and then we'll let you suck him off some more for as long as you want to. How about that?"

"I want Buck," Paula whined over and over as Kathy and Sandra strong armed her out of the dogrun and back toward the main building.

"Well, Gracie," Sandra smiled at her friend. "You seem to have found us the perfect stud doggie to rent for our nasty little teacher bitch."

"I'm glad to be of service. And, speaking of service? I'd lke to come by some time later this week and see Buck here service our little Paula cunt. I bet it'll be a real trip for me watching a grown woman like Paula get a pussyful of dog dick."

"Sure. No problem. When we get her trained thoroughly, we'll invite you over so you can see how well she behaves. Maybe we'll even make her take old Bucky boy up the bootie while you watch."

"Kewl."

"Well Paula bitch, he's YOUR lover. Pay the nice lady for a few days rental onr him."

Paula immediately got out her checkbook and paid Gracie the amount she had figured up for Buck's rent.

"He comes with a complementary leash and collar, and he has had all his shots," Gracie explained as she opened Buck's run and attached a sturdy leash to his collar so Kathy could lead him out of the kennel run and over to the car.

Kathy and Bud piled into the back seat and pulled the eager Doberman in with them. They began petting Buck and stroking his fur just as if he were a normal new pet. Paula and Sandra got in the front seat, and Paula headed straight for home, her thoughts a collage of salacious anticipation.

Sandra reached over and stroked her teacher's exposed genitals with insistant, probing fingers.

"Ooooo, Paula baby girl. You're getting so wet in your puss puss. Is that because of Buck?"

Paula blinked back tears of humiliation.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I guess so."

"Well, Paula bitch. I guess so too. Pretty soon now, you can have your Buck Buck. He looks like a really good stud for you to play with."

At the thought of her imminent mating with the Doberman, Paula abandoned her last shreads of inhibition, accellerated the car wildly down her street, and slammed on the breaks as soon as the car was in front of her house.

Paula looked over at Sandra with desparation in her eyes.

"Now, Mistress Sandra, May I have Buck now. Please. I want Buck. Please, please, may I have him?"

"Wow, Mommy girl. You sure want your doggie dick, don't you," Kathy quipped from the back seat.

"Yes, Mistress Kathy. I want my doggie dick right now. Pleeeeease."

Paula accentuated her pleas by putting her hand in her lap and stroking herself lewdly. Clearly, the woman was very hot and bothered at the prospect of having the large dog between her legs.

"Ok Paula puppy. Get out of the car and wait for us by the front door."

Paula practically ran to the front door, and paced impatiently as Kathy and Bud brought Buck along. Sandra deliberately held them back, heightening her teacher's desparate anticipation.

Paula was nearly frantic with lurid need by the time the rest of her family got to the door. She wanted Buck's warm, wet tongue laving her genitals. She wanted his long red penis stuffed all the way into her vagina. She wanted to feel his hugh knot forced brutally into her pussy. She knew instinctively that Buck was just one more creature who would exercise total control over her. She didn't mind at all; she just wanted it to start right away.

Finally, Sandra relented and opened the front door. Paula pushed her way into the living room and began pacing back and forth like she couldn't wait another minute to experience Buck's amorous advances.

"Well Paula bitch," Sandra quipped. "Get bare ass. You know that Buck isn't going to make doggie love to you as long as you have clothes on."

Paula was out of her clothes in less than thirty seconds. She stood totally naked in her own living room in front of her childern and student Mistress with no more thought for the utter embarrassment that should accompany such a state of affairs than if she were fully clothed. She wanted Buck. That was all that mattered to her. Her little whimpers of expectation proved her unfulfilled need as nothing else could. She rubbed her huhgry thighs together in tormented anticipation.

Sandra looked over at her apprentice in sex torture.

"Kathy; go sit on the sofa and raise your skirt above your waist so your Mommy will have somewhere to rest her head while she's being doggie fucked."

Kathy did as bidden, a happy grin all over her face.

"Ok, Paula bitch," Sandra instructed. Get down on your hands and knees in front of Kathy and rest your face on her thigh."

Paula eagerly dropped to the floor and crawled over to her smirking young daughter. She pillowed her hot cheek against Kathy's smooth thigh and then stuck her butt high into the air as a signal to Buck that she was more than ready for him to mount her.

"Bud pud, lead Buck over to your Mommy and let him get a good whiff and taste of his new bitch doggie."

Buck led the happy dog over to Paula, and Buck immediately started licking around her labia.

"Ummmmmm, Buuuuck," Paula sighed, thrusting her hips back to meet the Doberman's warm, wet tongue.

"Buuuuuuccccck. Oh do me, please."

"Mommy bitch likes Buck a lot," Kathy giggled as she watched her mother's face contort in a rictus of sexual bliss.

"Ok Bud pud. Go on and lie down right beside Buck and lick his big ole doggie dick for him. I just bet that will make him feel good and get him all ready to mount his bitch."

"That's you, Mommy girl," Kathy said firmly to her mother as she stroked Paula's hair and pulled lightly on her ponytail.

"I don't want to lick a dog's dick," Bud whined as he looked over at his mother, all ready to be doggiemounted.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Sandra had rushed over to the recalcitrant boy and slapped him full force across the face.

"Don't ever say 'no' to me, you little sissy shit. Now, get down there and lick Buck's doggie dick and get him all ready for his bitch."

Bud reluctantly lay down on the floor, stuck his face up under the Doberman's flank, and began to lick and stroke him around the sheath. Clearly, Sandra was not in the mood for back talk.

"Be sure to lick all around his big, tasty doggie balls while you're down there, Bud sissy. Doggies like Buck really like their balls licked while they are fucking the bitch. It makes for a longer cum."

Being fully aware of the price of resistance, Bud did as bidden. But as he continued to stimulate the dog orally, Bud found that he was becoming not nearly so relunctant as before. Truth to tell, the thirteen year old was actually beginning to get into it.

Buck reacted almost immediately. His hind legs began to thrust in little jerks and his red pointy penis slid out of his sheath, allowing Bud to really lick it thoroughly. When the head was well beyond the sheath, Bud gently began kissing and softly sucking on Buck's penis. The thirteen year old instinctively slid his warm, wet mouth back and forth along the shaft while his hand gently continued to rub around the sheath. Buck rewarded his efforts by dripping his thin, iron flavored, precum into Bud's now hungry mouth.

Sandra watched the boy get into fellating the dog, and a big smile of approval came over her face.

"Buddy poo, now go on and slide that long, sweet tongue of yours over the head of Buck's doggie dick," Sandra instructed. "That makes big stud doggies like Buck feel real good. You want Buck to feel good, don't you, baby?"

"Ummmmm, huhhhhhh."

As soon as Bud began licking around the very tip of Buck's penis, the Doberman began rapidly hunching his slick dog flesh into the boy's waiting mouth.

"Buck thinks your mouth is a tight little bitch pussy, Bud puppy," Sandra giggled as she watched the big black dog attempt to fuck the thirteen year old's face. She reached down, unzipped Bud's zipper and began stroking the boy's growing erection to give him encouragement to continue his wanton delectation of the dog's genitals.

As Bud allowed Buck to continue fucking his face, the Doberman kept lolling his hot, wet tongue around Paula's now dripping vagina. Paula moaned in lewd rapture and let out ocassional little squeals when Buck's tongue found an especially sensative spot. She hunched back to meet Buck with ever increasing fervor. She was letting the big Doberman know in every way she could that she wanted his sexual attentions as soon as possible. She was turning into a regular little bitch slut.

But Buck was so engrossed in fucking Bud's tight, wet mouth that it seemed to Paula that the big Doberman would never get around to her. Therefore, partly out of frustration and partly as an inducement to stimulate the dog to take more of an interest in her, Paula reached back between her splayed legs and began masturbating herself furiously with her fingers. She was attempting to turn herself on enough for Buck to get a really good taste of her sexual secretions. The submissive teacher desired Buck to be inticed into fucking her hungry slit right away.

While all this preparation was in progress, Kathy grabbed up the digital camera and began documenting the salacious scene. She took happy snaps of her mother's lust contorted face and hunching hips, and Bud's licking tongue and sucking mouth, and Buck's agitated thrustings, and Sandra's lewd masturbations of her little brother. Everything was recorded for later enjoyment.

Buck was now fully extended with about seven inches of slick crimson meat jutting out of his furry sheath. The anxious dog was clearly more than ready to mount his new bitch. His hips were thrusting forward against Bud's mouth spasmotically; searching, probing.

"Ok Bud, stop sucking the nice little doggie poo and help him mount your Mommy," Sandra ordered. "You can plainly see that he really wants to, and you can really see that Paula wants him in a bad way. Isn't that right, Paulababybitch."

"Uhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Ummmmmmmm yes, Mistress Sandra. I want Buuuuuuuccccccck."

"Oh yeah," Kathy giggled from the sidelines. "He really wants his bitch doggie allright and she most definately wants him."

Bud didn't want to stop munching Buck's doggie package, but Sandra's order made him comply, if reluctantly.

As soon as Bud took his mouth away, Buck raised up, wrapped his powerful forelegs around Paula's flanks, and pulled himself into position.

"Bud, now be a good little sissy boy and help Mr. Buck find his target."

Bud cautiously put his hands around Buck's flanks and pushed him against his mother's crotch. The boy's face was mere inches away from Paula's vagina and Buck's thrusting dogpenis. Bud just couldn't resist the idea of sucking Buck off just a little more before allowing him to fuck his mother. So he leaned in and puckered his lips around the very point of Buck's doggiepenis and sucked gently. Buck now tasted slightly salty and Bud really loved the dog's taste and scent. The big Doberman whined in frustration. He wanted his bitch dog real bad.

"Now, Bud," Sandra quipped. "You can have Buck to play with later on. But right now, he's for your Mommy."

Once again, the boy reluctantly pulled his face away from the thrusting dog.

"Do you want a little taste of Mommy sniz before Mr. Buck has his way with her, Buddy poo."

Bud looked at his mother's smooth shaved and dewed lips and said, "Yes. Please, Mistress Sandra."

"Ok then, Bud. Feel free to have a little taste."

With these words, Sandra took hold of Buck's collar so her wouldn't force himself on her teacher until Bud had had an opportunity to have a little taste. Bud took the opportunity granted him to lick and snuffel all around his mother's snatch. She tasted so very, very good to the boy

Paula squealed like a happy child when she felt her son's warm, tingling tongue lapping at her labia and clit. It felt so gooooooood. But soon Sandra tired of Bud's oral satisfaction of his mother and ordered him to desist so Buck could get his dick in a hole.

"Now show me how much you appreciate your treat by helping Mr. Buck fuck his bitch."

Slowly, Bud pushed his hands against Buck's flanks and aimed him at his target. The boy shivered lewdly. He was actually helping a big black dog get ready to fuck his own mother after having used his mouth to get her all lubed up. This was so sick.

With a little guidance from Bud accompanied by a volley of short thrusts from the frantic dog, Buck finally found his target and rammed the head of his penis solidly into Paula's soppy vagina. Almost immediately, Buck's hugh red knot slid out of his sheath and up against the labia of his newest woman bitch.

Seeing how well Buck took to his business, Sandra leaned over and whispered into Kathy's ear, "This isn't his first. Gracie told me that she makes all her subby older women bitches let Buck have a go with them. It's part of their obedience training. That's why she only rented Buck to us. She wants him back in a few days to be ready to fuck her newest mommy conquest.

Kathy smiled at the news. Perhaps she should get closer to Gracie as well. Maybe Gracie would let her watch Buck do his thing.

At this point, Bud slid his upturned face back under the dog's flanks and began hungrily licking all around his balls. Bud wanted so much for Buck's fucking of his mommy bitch to be a good one. Buck must have liked that because he thrust even harder against Paula's crotch.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, ummmmmmmmm, ommmmmmmmhhhhhhh."

Paula was in bitch heaven with the long, fat, hot pecker of the big dog shoved full up her twat. She shook her head from side to side and made little gurgling noises deep inside her throat as the horny Doberman continued to get off inside her.

Then, suddenly, the big dog got so excited that he pulled back too far and fell out of Paula's pussy altogether. His long, red penis slid furiously up and down along her butt crack as Buck desparately attempted to regain entrance into the warm, slick vaginal canal of his newest woman bitch. The frustrated dog panted hard as he stabbed at Paula's inner thighs and around her crotch. Little flecks of his spit sprayed onto Paula's bent back and in her hair.

For her part, Paula whined and whimpered, begging incoherently for the return of her treasured dog dick. She hunched her hips back in an effort to align her sex with Buck's thick, hot dog prick. Nothing that she did availed, however, and Paula began crying out.

"Does um want Mr. Buck back in your nasty old cunt, Paula?"

"Yeeeeessss, Mistress Sandra. Please put him back inside me. Please, please."

"How bad do you want him, Paula baby girl?"

"Real bad, Mistress Sandra. Real, real bad. Pleeeeeeassssssse."

"You heard your slut mother, Bud. Put the nice doggie dick back inside her."

Bud happily stepped in and carefully guided Buck back to his soppy target. This time, the dog entered his bitch more cautiously and instinctively shortened stroke. Paula gurgled happily once more as she was reunited with her canine lover.

Sandra leaned over and whispered into Paula's ear, "Does my little Paula bitch want Buck's big ole knot, hmmmmmmmm? Does she really want that big doggie dick of his all the way up inside her tight little teacher sniz? Does she? Tell me right this minute, Paula."

"Oh yesssss, Mistress Sandra. I want all of him inside me right now. Ummmm, ummmmmhhhhh."

Paula wiggled her butt and whined like a frustrated bitch in heat, looked over her shoulder, and made desparate eye contact with the big Doberman. Buck instinctively knew what she wanted, and he needed no further encouragement at this point. He hunched forward with hard fast strokes from his powerful hind legs and his knot began stretching Paula's pussy lips until she despaired that they could not stretch enough to accommodate him. As the Doberman hunched forward, Paula shoved her crotch eagerly back against him as hard as she could in time to his banging thrusts.

Finally the knot penetrated her and the teacher screamed out her primal lust and happiness. As Paula's vagina spasmed arythmically, Buck's hugh knot pressed up hard against the inside of her clitoris. Paula was in absolute heaven. Her pussy had never felt so full.

The teacher slave immediately squealed out and orgasmed, washing Buck's hot penis and knot with a gush of sticky cyprinne fluid. She continued to pulse and pulse, climaxing again, and again, and again.

"Uuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uuuunnnnnnnnnggggggg," Paula groaned. She had never been so full. Even Sandra's fistfuck from two nights ago had not filled her as full as did Buck's hugh knot.

"Biiigggg, Mistress Sandra. Buck is sooo biiiiggggg inside me. Ummmmmmmmmmmmm."

Sandra leaned over and frenched her orgasming teacher for all she was worth. Slave and Mistress shared breath and saliva as their lips sucked and their tongues entertwined. Sandra felt her teacher's orgasms continue by the way the older woman's tongue thrust into her mouth.

Paula had never cum so many times in a row before in her life. Her sexual thrill at being dog fucked was heightened still further by the awareness that she was performing this lewd act right in front of an audience consisting of her children and one of her students. She was sinking ever lower into the bottomless pit of sexual degredation, and she wanted never to hit bottom.

Sandra finally pulled her hungry mouth away from her teacher slave.

"Do you like Buck inside you, Paula baby girl," Sandra asked her submissive teacher softly, breathing her question into her teacher's ear once more.

"Yeeesssss, Mistress Sandra. Buck is woooooonnnderful."

"Well then, show Kathy how much you like your new stud by giving her crotch a good tongue bath while he keeps on fucking you."

Paula immediately complied, leaning far over and licking her daughter's enticing vulva with long swirls of her hungry tongue. Buck just kept on jabbing and thrusting, watching his bitch lick her daughter with a glazed over look in his eyes.

Sandra took up the digital and snapped away.

After a short time, Buck whined and began to hose his hot dogcum steadily into Paula's spasming vagina. Paula hunched back against her dog lover like a maniac and felt another over the top orgasm taking hold of her. She screamed out as yet another little gush of her cyprenne fluid mixed with Buck's hot semen.

Buck continued to thrust and spurt for about ten minutes until his knot finally deflated and he was able to unlatch from his human bitch. All the while, Paula kept up her oral ministrations to her happy daughter.

When Buck had disconnected from his bitch, Sandra re-leashed the happy Doberman and led him out into the hall. She casually looped his lead over the doorknob to Paula's bedroom and told him to 'stay.' The contented dog lay down on the floor and began licking himself.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Twenty-Six:

When Sandra returned to the living room, hot dog sperm was still dripping out of Paula's wide open vagina onto the living room floor.

"Bud pud, get in there and lap up all that tasty doggie cum. Clean your Mommy up good. And as for you, Paula baby girl; get back to servicing your daughter's pussy right this minute."

Bud exultently slid across the floor and began licking Buck's cum and his mother's cyprinne fluid from her vagina. Paula whined happliy as her son used his warm wet tongue to clean her up. At the same time, she used her own hungry-needy tongue to bring Kathy off. Kathy suddenly cried out and rewarded her mother's efforts with a little gush of tasty girl mucus.

While all this was going on, Sandra made more happy picture memories with the digital.

"Wow. Mommy and Buck get it on like they've known each other for years," Kathy giggled as she patted Paula's head and scratched her behind the ear for being such an entertaining pet. Paula reached around and licked her daughter's offered hand just like a loving puppy. Little joyous whimpers escaped the older woman's throat.

"Yes they do," Sandra agreed, sounding like the proud owner of a very obedient breed bitch, which of course she was. "You know, I think I'll register them both with Gracie over at the pet store as Paula puppy and Buck."

We must get Paula puppy current on all her doggie shots. After all, we wouldn't want her to bite anyone and them get rabies or something, would we."

"Also, we must sign Paula up for obedience training. Gracie can teach my doggie slut to heel, sit, stay, lie down, and come."

"Yeah Sandra," Kathy quipped as her mother sank languidly to the living room floor, fully satiated. "Especially the 'cum' part of that."

Sandra sat down on the living room floor next to her teacher slave and began slowly sliding her hand around Paula's hips and butt. Her teacher slave wriggled on the floor in response to Sandra's exploring hand. Then the seventeen year old slipped her index finger into Paula's buttcrack and began plundering around with her little pucker.

"Someday soon, I'm going to let Buck have this for a present when his bitch is really ready for his thick old dog pecker back here,"Sandra said softly as Paula instinctively pushed her hips back in little thrusts and her sphincter latched onto her mistress's exlopring finger. "But we have to get it all good and prepared to take Buck first. You know that, don't you Paula baby girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula said quietly, unsure of where this line of conversation was going, but feeling excited nonetheless at the prospect of being butt fucked by her Buck.

"Well, Bud pud's eencie thingie is just the right size to get your little rosette all ready for big ole Buck, don't you thnk?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." A single hot tear of humiliation dripped down Paula's cheek at the thought of being butt fucked by her own young son. But by now Paula understood that the humiliation was part of the turn on.

"Buddy poo will like screwing his Mommiekins in her little butt hole, won't you Bud?"

"I sure will, Mistress Sandra," Bud said it with great enthusiasm. He was actually going to be allowed to fuck his own mother up the ass. Maybe several times in fact, until Mistress Sandra was satisfied that Paula was ready for Buck's big dog penis.

Sandra slid her finger out of Paula's fundament and licked it clean. Surprisingly, the young vixen found the taste of her teacher's poo inviting, though a little went a long way. Then she began toying with Paula's labia. And even though the older woman had already cum numerous times, the older woman moaned softly and instinctively spread her legs to allow her mistress to play with even more of her sex. Her secretions coated the walls of her vagina in expectation of a longed for insertion.

Sandra giggled to herself as she made little circles around Paula's stiffening clitoris and then pushed her thumb around inside the vaginal opening. Paula immediately began hunching her mistress's thumb, attempting to get herself off.

"She never ever gets enough, does she," Kathy giggled.

"No, she never does," Sandra smiled down at her teacher sult.

"She's making up for lost time."

"You know, Paula baby girl, watching Buck have his way with you has made me as wet as can be. I think you should lick me all up, right now. Don't you, hmmmmmmm?"

Sandra slid off her miniskirt and pressed her panty covered vulva against Paula's upturned, expectant mouth.

"Ummmmmm, I just love it when you lick me through the material of my thin little pantie poos, Paula baby girl. You are such a nasty little teacher slut, aren't you? And I bet you just can't wait to lick me through my panties right in front of the rest of the class. Aren't you going to do that for me, baby?"

Paula was sure it would come to pass, and she didn't care any more.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Yes, indeed. I think I'll make you give the whole class a demonstration of how well you can lick a girl's pussy through panties when we get back from break. Now, wouldn't you just love to show all the girls just how extra special good you are at it?"

Paula shivered all over her body.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra reached around, grabbed a handful of her teacher's ponytail, and pulled Paula's head right up against her musky crack. Paula inhaled deeply of her mistress's pungent girlscent. Such a stimulating bouquet. Paula was so hungry.

"Do you still love me even after I made you fuck a dog, Paula?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Paula said from within a trance of absolute devotion to her mistress, then returned to her happy task of licking Sandra's pussylips through the material of her panties.

Sandra began pulling Paula's ponytail really roughly and humping into her face harder and harder as her climax approached.

"I think I can even persuade Ann to bring Krissie to class, so you can demonstrate how to eat out a real little girl."

Hearing this, Palua lapped Sandra's pussy all the harder.

"Goooood Paula puppy. Make Mistress Sandra cum all over your nasty slut face, you sweet little cunt, you."

Sandra suddenly slammed her crotch hard into her teacher's face and let go with a shattering orgasm.

Sandra screamed out in extasy. "It is just so sick cool to make my teacher poo fuck a big doggie dick, then get me off with her nasty slobbery mouth. Paula baby girl, you are just such a bad little slutgirl. Oh yes you are."

Paula just kept licking her mistress's pussy. Her masochistic addiction to Sandra was by now total and complete. She was ever so proud and contented that she had brought Sandra off successfully, and that Sandra was happy with her.

The truth of the matter was that her new submissiveness made Paula feel useful, really useful, for the first time in her life. Now she had a purpose; a real purpose. Her purpose was to serve her mistress absolutely.

"Now, Paula baby girl. Since you have been such a good little slut puppy, I'm going to give you a real treat."

Sandra looked over at Bud with a wicked glint in her eye.

"Bud, get your little tushy over here to me."

Bud immediately obeyed, standing next to his young mistress while she toyed with his cute little bubblebutt.

"How about a little Bud and Mommy butt fucking?"

Paula didn't want to admit that she was intreagued by the salacious prospect of having her thirteen year old son plug her little rosette for her. It was just so degrading. But she just couldn't help herself any more.

"Paula baby girl, are you at all interested in getting your little pooper filled up with a nice little Bud pud, hmmmmmmmmm?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I think I would really like that."

"Bud, what do you think of the idea of fucking your own mother up the ass," Sandra asked as she probed his little pucker with a wicked fingernail.

"I can't wait, Mistress Sandra. Can I do it right now."

Kathy giggled.

"Make Mommiekins suck the little brat off and get him hard, first. She's so bad. She'd just adore doing a slutty thing like that. Expecially with us watching her do it."

"Paula baby girl, come here and put your nasty mouth around that little pecker of Bud's. Get him all hard for your butt fucking. Don't you want him all stiff and drippy?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Paula was more than eager to oblige. She crawled over to where Bud was standing beside her Mistress, and immediately began slurping and smooching around on his rapidly stiffening little pecker.

"Oh Mom. Come on and be a good slut. Suck it off good for me."

Paula was way too busy snuffeling around her son's little stiffie to answer him. But she did as bidden, anyway.

When Sandra saw that Bud was rock hard, she ordered Paula to unlatch from him and get into her usual doggie style position. Faster than it can be told, Paula swung around ahd stuck her big butt into the air. Her smooth labia were reddening with engorged blood and her little sphincter was clenching and unclenching, just itching for a poke from her son.

Sandra couldn't just sit by and do nothing; she just had to help. She stuck the first two fingers of her right hand inside Paula's mouth and told the teacher to get her all spit wet. Paula happily obliged.

Sandra eventually removed her saliva coated fingers from her sex toy's drooling mouth and stuck them uncerimoniously into her tight little fundament.

"We've got to get you all slickie for little Bud pud here. We don't want the poor boy to have to dry hole his Mommy, do we?"

Paula hunched her rectum back against Sandra's lubricating fingers, getting herself all slickie and loose for her son's salacious invasion.

"Ok Buddy pecker, she's all set."

Without being told anything further, Bud quickly stepped up behind his mom, spread her smooth asscheeks wide apart with his eager, grasping hands, and jabbed his pinkiestiffie all around the tight little pucker. Paula whined and hunched back aginst him until he finally found the target.

Then he shoved his little boner into his mother's rectum until his tiny balls bumped against her cuntlips.

Paula made little whimpering noises as she hunched her hips back against her son. Sandra and Kathy could tell right away that she liked it a lot. So did Bud.

Bud reached out and took a firm hold of his mom's quivering hips, then he began to hunch himself like a piston into her tight asshole. His pecker was small enough that he fit snugly inside his mother without hurting her at all.

Paula felt Bud's invasion of her fundament as if he were fingerfucking her butt. It felt wonderful, and she hunched back against his hips so hard she almost knocked him over.

"Oh yeah," Kathy chuckeled. "Mommy definately likes Bud's thingie inside her tight little butthole."

"Bud, are you all the way inside your mom's butthole."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Then stand still and stop hunching her. I want to see my sweetums old teacher slut hunch back on that little weenee of yours.

And that was just what Paula did when Bud stopped assfucking her. She thrust her hips back and forth so that Bud's stiffie frictioned hot and tight inside her taut ass. Sandra kept the boy in place with two well-placed fingers up his own fundament.

As Paula moved ever faster against her son's penis, Sandra suddenly had a wicked idea. She began stroking the inside of the boys rectal canal. Then she leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Now Bud, I want you to pee pee right inside your Mommy's butt. Get that slutbitch poopchute of hers all hot and wet with your boypee."

"I can't Mistress Sandra. I don't have to go pee pee right now."

Without another word, Sandra grabbed up the paddleball paddle that had been left on the coffee table with her free hand and began beating Bud's butt with it mercilessly.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.

"I said, pee pee inside your Mommy's asshole you little sissyfaggot. Don't you ever tell me 'no'. If you don't start peeing right this second, I'll pull you off that slutface you call your Mommy and let old Buck over there fuck YOU in the ass. He's awful big and your itty bitty rosette is awful small. Do you get my meaning."

"Owwwwwwwhhhhhhh. Yessssss, Mistress Sandra. Please, please stop hitting my butt with the paddle. I'll pee somehow."

For her part, Paula was totally oblivious to the goings on around her. She was completely enmeshed in pushing her itchy little butthole back against her thirteen year old's stiffie. So she was more than a little surprised to suddenly feel a hot, wet, spray inside her rectum. At first, she thought that her son had cum inside her, but as the hot flow continued, she finally became aware of what Bud was actually spraying into her fundament. This was just too much, too sick.

Sandra walked around in front of her hunched over sex toy teacher. She reached down, grabbed her teacher slave around the lower jaw, and pulled her face up to meet her outthrust sex.

"Just think of it as a piss enema, Paula baby girl. Now get that nasty teachertongue off yours inside your Mistress's pussy. I want a tonguetwat right now."

Paula immediately drove her stiff wet tongue right into Sandra's moistening vagina and began happily licking the mucus secretions she found there.

"And as for you Bud," Sandra said harshly as she felt her slave's tongue rooting around inside her; "don't let a drop of that peepee of yours out of your mom. Push your little prick inside her and cork her up good, or I'll beat the living shit out of you."

Fearing for his hide, Bud did as bidden, corking up his mom so that none of his hot stream could escape from her fundament.

As the boy continued to hump his mom's butt, it came as rather a surprise to Bud that his erection had lost none of its stiffness. In fact, if anything, he was hearde than he had ever been before in his young life.

Then Sandra concentrated all her attentions on Paula and her kinky tongue. Soon enough, the seventeen year old allowed herself to reach a blinding series of orgasms and literally wash Paula's tongue with her hot, sticky, pungent cyprienne fluid.

Sandra finally stepped away from her slavewoman and her buttfuckerson.

"Walk her into the bathroom, Bud, and let her dump out all your boypiss. Then we can all watch the nasty little slutpuppy lick your little package clean of all her dirtydirty."

Paula and Bud slowly moved toward the bathroom, she on her hands and knees and he, with his stiffie pressed tightly into her clutching sphincter, came toddling behind. They made it to the bathroom without spilling a drop.

"Both of you get into the bathtub, then, Bud, you pull out and let Mommy girl drain into the bathtub."

Paula and Bud did as bidden; rather clumsily, but with appropriate assiduousness. And soon the last of Bud's urine was dripping out of Paula's butthole and down the drain.

"Now, be a good little slutmom and suck him clean as a whistle, Paula baby girl."

Paula was a bit less than happy at the prospect of tasting herself and Bud's pee on his outthrust pecker. But she opened her mouth anyway and began slurping and sucking on his little rod and around his peachfuzz balls.

When she had him completely clensed, Sandra ordered Bud to return the favor, then allowed mother and son to clamber out of the bathtub.

Just then, Buck stuck his head around the corner of the bathroom door, curious as to what was going on. He ambled in and immediately began sniffing around Paula's crotch.

"Look Paulabitch, your studdoggie still finds you attractive even though you've been unfaithful with another dog.."

Paula wearily looked down as Buck began licking her sex.

"Please, Mistress Sandra. I don't want to be Buck's bitch any more tonight."

"Well, ok Paula baby girl," Sandra grinned. "But you can still get him all hard for our other little bitchpuppie can't you."

Sandra and Kathy looked meaningfully over at Bud.

"I think it's high time we introduced our Buckieboy here to the other bitch in his kennel, don't you Budbitch."

Bud darted out the bathroom door and ran down the hall. He would have opened the front door and run into the night, naked as he was, except for the fact that Sandra caught him.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

The seventeen year old Mistress held the boy by his arm and slapped his face savagely until he was reduced to a screaming, crying, totally broken submissive little boytoy.

Sandra yelled down at the quivvering, sobbing boy.

"Now look. Your slutmom over there is going to licksuck Buck into a big old doggiestiffie. Then our big, horny studdoggie is going to get a heaping helping of Budbutthole. You are going to get dogfucked whether you want it or not. So you better cooperate, or it will be that much worse for you."

"Do you understand. I want to see my little Buddypoo get his pooper filled full of Buckdick, and what I want, I get."

Bud kept blubbering and looking fearfully at Buck, whom Paula and Kathy had brought into the living room.

"Shut up that bawling and answer me, Budbitch. Do you understand me."

Bud finally got control of himself and answered his sadistic Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I understand you. I'll let Buck put his dick in me if that's what you want."

Bud was totally demoralized and degraded at the prospect of being invaded by Buck's hugh battering ram, but equally resigned to the inevitibility of his situation now that his Mistress had said the word.

"I don't know what the little brat is crying about," Kathy said. "He was happy enough sucking old Buck's dick for him. You'd think he'd want to enjoy his lover's dick up his butt. Maybe he's fickle."

"I don't understand it either, Kathy," Sandra replied in mockfrustration. "But it doesn't matter one way or the other. Our Budbitch here is just about due for a nice round of doggiefucking."

"Ok Paula baby girl, get that tongue of yours working on Buck's pecker. Get him all nice and stiff."

Paula immediately lay down on the living room floor and Buck walked over to her to investigate. He began sniffing around her crotch once again, but Sandra gently moved him so that his sheath and scrotum were just above Paula's face.

The submissive teacher immediately began licking around the dog's genitals, and Buck responded by hunching around her face. Within just a few minutes, the pointy red head of his prick had poked out and accessable to her soft, wet tongue.

Paula captured Buck's penis in her warm, slobbery mouth and began gently sucking and licking the horny canine. Buck hunched even harder against this stimulation and more and more of his penis slid out of the sheath until he was fully extended into her mouth, his large knot pushing against her lips.

"Is our doggieboy ready for his bitch, Paula baby girl."

"Unnnnnnnn huhhhhhh."

"Good. Ok,Bud. Get doggiestyle right this minute so Buck can mount you."

Bud reluctantly assumed the position. He knew that either he submitted to his Mistress's sexual whims or she would beat him into a coma.

While Paula continued to lick and suck his dog penis, Buck began sniffing around Bud's upthrust butthole. Then the dog began to loll his tongue out and swipe it around the moist, narrow boycrack.

"Yes. I do think that our Buck wants his bitch," Kathy giggled.

"Ok Paula baby girl, let Buck take his dogdick out of your mouth so he can stick it up Bud's boypussy."

Paula reluctantly removed her mouth from around the thrusting dog penis and slid back out of the way as the big Doberman got into position to mount his newest bitch.

"Your pooper should be just itching for old Buckyboy, Bud," Sandra said as the dog grasped the boy's sides with his front paws just under the arms and pulled himself tight against the offered hole. After a few unsuccessful jabs, Buck finally found the tiny target and thrust himself all the way inside with one powerful stroke.

"Unnnnnnhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh. It's too big. Take it out; please take it out."

Sandra could barely see the whining thirteen year old under the big dog who was on top of him. Buck loomed over the boy like a bear over a rabbit.

"Shut up and fuck, Bud. Or else I'll let Buck shove his knot into your little pooper. Wouldn't you like that."

"Noooo. Please no, Mistress Sandra. I'll be good."

"That's right, honeylamb. You'll be good and do what Mistress Sandra tells you to. Now fuck that studdoggie with that tight little boypussy of yours. Make him happy with his new bitch."

Buck was totally oblivious to the byplay between Mistress and boyslave. His dogmind was totally given over to the sexual sensations associated with dogfucking this tight hole. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his panting breath warmed the back of Bud's neck.

Bud continued to whine as the big dog hunched him faster and faster, but he no longer cried out for the big dog to stop. Buck's insistant thrusts were slowly but surely stretching the boy's fundament and even stimulating him sexually as his little prostate gland reacted to the full pressure of the dog's penis inside him.

Bud's own little penis actually became erect once more, and little dribbles of boy precum oozed out the tip of his peehole.

Sandra reached under the boy and began sliding the palm of her hand around the sticky glans. Bud reacted by hunching against her hand in rythm with Buck's hunching of his butthole. It was as if Buck were vicariously fucking against Sandra's teasing palm. Bud began to feel like nothing but a totally passive marionette whose movements were being totally controled by the big dog who was assfucking him. The thirteen year old felt his will slipping away entirely to be overcome by Buck's driving thrusts and his Mistress's tormenting hand. It was good being Buck's bitch, real good.

Sandra suddenly made it feel even better by taking the boy's stiff pecker between thumb and forefinger and milking him just like a little goat. Bud moaned and thrust his hips in an effort to make her milk him even faster.

Buck agreed wholeheartedly that Bud was a good bitch. He proved it by spurting his hot dogsperm deep inside the tight wet canal of Bud's ass, ramming his hugh knot again and again against the tight pucker.

Bud was not far behind, shooting little spurts of boycum onto Sandra's hand. But while Bud was jizzed out in ten seconds or so, Buck just kept on cumming, and cumming, and cumming.

Sandra stuck her jizz coverted palm in front of the boys face.

"Lick. Go on. You know you want to, slutboy."

Bud did as he was ordered, hungrily licking his sticky boyjizz off his Mistress's outstretched hand. It was hard to admit, but Bud was actually beginning to love Buck's hot pulsating cumspurts inside his tight rectum. And he certainly loved the taste of his own boycum on his Mistress's palm.

After about ten minutes, Buck pulled his spent shaft out of the boy, got down on all fours, and walked away as if nothing in this world had happened. Bud stayed in position, too drained to move.

Sandra looked over at Paula who had been watching the scene with rapt interest.

"You aren't jealous, are you Paula. Seing your lover pork another bitch."

Sandra laughed heartily and Kathy joined in.

"Just a little, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, go on then and lick Bud's butthole for him so you can at least taste your Buckystud. I know you miss him."

Paula immediately crawled over to where Bud was still locked in doggiestyle stance and began slurping his buttcrack and pucker for all she was worth. She tasted a heady admixture of boypoop and dogsperm. It was just like ambrosia to her subservient sex crazed senses.

Bud thrust his slender, boyish hips back against his mother's tantilizing tongue, and she responded by poking it against his little rosette until he opened just enough for her to get the very tip inside.

The more Bud hunched back against his mother's hungry tongue, the more his sphincter relaxed, the more of Paula's tongue poked inside, the more Buckcum and Budpoo she slurped up. Her frenzied licks were matched by his delirius backthrusts.

Sandra and Kathy were just so turned on by watching this incredible scene of lust and degredation that they just couldn't keep their hands and mouths off each other any more. They shucked out of their remaining clothes in a jiffy and were groping and licking for all they were worth on the living room sofa while Bud and his mother continued their lewd coupling on the floor.

So involved in their own sex play were the two teengirls that they were totally unaware that Bud had gotten up off the floor, gone around behind his mother, and mounted her unbidden. Their first real hint that Bud was fucking his mom came when they heard her sharp little cries of encouragement.

Sandra and Kathy smiled at each other as they watched Bud fucking his little peter in and out his mother's dripping slit. Both were wimpering out their sexual lust; both wore the rictus of approaching orgasm.

"Should we let them cum, Kathy," Sandra asked her fifteen year old girllover.

"Yeah, why not. They deserve it."

"And so do we," Sandra chuckeled as she stuck her face back into Kathy's crotch and began licking her once more.

"Yeah, Sandra," Kathy mouthed from around her mentor's drippy slit.

"And when they get through, we'll make Bud pud pork her up the bootie again with that icky little worm of his. I bet that'll really get us off looking at it."

"My sentiments, exactly," Sandra chuckeled once more, then focused her entire intent on making her lovergirl cum with her mouth.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Twenty-Seven:

While Sandra and Kathy were spending a happy Monday tormenting Paula and Bud and acquiring Buck, Ann and Krissie had brought Pattie back to her owner, Headmistress Margaret. They were now all congregated in Headmistress Margaret's big, comfortable living room. Pattie had been forced to wear her too-short robe over in the car and Krissie had ordered her to disgard it the minute Headmistress Margaret had closed her front door.

The stern Headmistress was simply overjoyed to see her rotund slavepet again. She immediately opened her short black dressing gown and ordered Pattie to become reacquainted once again with her nether regions by worshipping them with her talented tongue.

The bare ass teacher slave quickly got down on all fours in the middle of the living room floor and proceeded to give Headmistress Margaret a thorough twattonguebath. The older woman sighed and panted. She was just so happy to have her subbyteacher back where she belonged, servicing her with her willing mouth.

11 year old Krissie had really dressed up for the occasion; so had her mother, Ann. Mother and daughter wore matching pastel pink crop tops and hot pants that were tight to the point of actually outlining their un-pantied labia and un-braed nipples for Headmistress Margaret to ogle and enjoy. Krissie had had such fun shopping for and finding the matching outfits at the mall earlier that morning. Not a small part of the fun she had was involved in how the young girl had coerced her mother with whispered threats into trying on the way-too-tight outfit in front of the abashed salesgirl and then purchasing both sets of sexy clothes. Krissie had even made her mother join her in wearing the eye-catching ensembles out of the store and right through the mall to their car. Then, on the way over to Headmistress Margaret's, Krissie had taken full advantage of the situation by sitting in the front with her mom and slyly feeling up her long, delicious legs. By the time they got to their destination, Ann was totally flustered, and not a little bit horny.

"Well, I hear that you have taught our Pattiepuppy here sone cute tricks, Krissie," purred Headmistress Margaret as Pattie slavishly licked and smooched around her distented labia.

"Yes, Headmistress Margaret. Do you want to see how well trained Pattiepuppy is."

Headmistress Margaret smiled down at the adorable little girl, her heart almost melted by the child's sexy cuteness.

"Sure, honey. Anything to make you happy."

"Ok, Pattiepuppy," Krissie called her pet to attention and away from her Headmistress's pussy. Margaret was less than eager to forgo her slave's ministrations, but she just counc nod seem to refuse cute little Krissie's request.

When the little girl saw that she had everyone's attention, she placed her hands on her hips and said in a commanding voice.

"Sit!"

Pattie immediately put her large butt on the floor and tucked her knees under her chin with her arms on either side.

"Isn't that cute," beamed Headmistress Margaret, charmed by the delightful little girl and her sexy, commanding way with Pattie.

"Heel!"

Pattie got up and gallumpfed behind her little Mistress and sat at her heel. Unbidden, Pattie lolled out her long tongue and began licking the outside of Krissie's thigh and flank in petlike devotion.

"That's precious," giggled Headmistress Margaret. This little 11 year old was beginning to turn the older woman on with her depraved antics. Really turn her on.

"Roll over!"

Pattie rolled onto her back and stuck her corpulent arms and legs high into the air, bending at the knees and elbows. Her vulva and rosette were thuswise made totally accessable to anyone who cared to use them. Headmistress Margaret noticed that Pattie had been depiliated since last she saw her and her vulva was smooth as silk.

Krissie giggled, reached down, and began running her little hands all over Pattie's large breasts. The older woman gurgled and squealed in obvious delight at the attentions of the little girl. Ann and Headmistress Margaret shared envious glances, secretly wishing that they could trade places with little Pattie.

"I like to give her a little treat when she's been a good doggie for me," Krissie said by way of explanation as she continued to fondle the teacher's flabby tits. By all appearances, the subby teacher certainly thought that she was being readied for her treat by the 11 year old. Her gurgles, whines, and squeals let it be known that she was really enjoying the lascivious atention she was recieving.

"Are you ready for your treat, Pattie girl," Krissie asked happily, just as she would have done to an especially well trained dog.

Pattie immediately rolled back over and got up on all fours; her face only inches away from the 11 year old's hot pants covered crotch. The portly teacher began to snuffel the little girl's crotch and make little whimpering noises deep in her throat. It was obvious to everyone watching that the older woman considered being able to lick her little mistress's vulva was a treat indeed.

Krissie giggled again, let a little superior smirk come to her face, unsnapped her hot pants, and pushed them over her slim hips and down to the floor. She then stepped out of them as all three of the women in the room looked on in purest sexual hunger. Then Krissie wriggled out of her top and stood before them totally naked and highly desirable. Her smooth, unblemished skin was flush pink with anticipation of what was soon to come.

The 11 year old was just so heartbreakingly desirable and sexy standing there totally naked in front of her mother, her pet sex toy, and her Headmistress.

Krissie sauntered over to the sofa and plopped herself down with her cute little-girl legs wide open. Pattie immediately crawled over to her and began licking her silky smooth labia. Krissie slid forward until her crotch was completely off the sofa. Pattie kept licking and Krissie sighed in contentment.

"Ready for your treat, Pattie."

The portly teacher wiggled her elephant butt to indicate that she was more than ready. Pattie affixed her sucking lips to the child's tiny peehole and awaited events.

"Unnnnnnnnnn," Krissie gave a little grunt of contentment as the golden stream started to flow.

"Is the lovely little child really peeing into Pattie's mouth, Ann," Headmistress Margaret wanted to know.

"Yes Margaret, and our Pattie just loves it. Look at her suck it down."

Headmistress Margaret didn't doube it for a minute. She herself was having a hard time resisting the urge to replace Pattie's mouth with her own. Krissie looked around the room and sensed the older woman's growing sexual hunger and smiled sweetly up at her.

When she had finished peeing, Krissie told Pattie to go lie down in the corner like a good little doggie. Her happy sex toy did as bidden, curiously watching events from her appointed place on the carpet. Since Krissie had not bothered to close her legs, Headmistress Margaret could plainly see little drops of golden due that remained on the 11 year old's labia and around her tiny clitoris. The craving in her grew and grew.

"Don't you want to taste me too, Headmistress Margaret," Krissie asked with a sweet innocence in her voice that immediately broke the older woman's will to resist.

"Well, don't you. You sure look like you want to taste me," the 11 year old giggled and smirked up at the older woman.

"Mommy sure does. Don't you, Mommy?"

Ann looked over at her daughter, a hunger in her eyes that matched that of her Headmistress.

"Yes, Krissie," Ann whispered so softly that she was almost not heard at all.

That almost silent admission on the part of Ann was the last straw for the older woman. Before she even knew it, Headmistress Margaret was down on her knees in front of the little girl, eagerly lapping and slurping around her baby smooth sex, tasting her little girl pee and her little girl lubrication and loving it beyond her ability to describe.

"Ummmmm, that feels good, Headmistress Margaret. You sure know how to lick little girls like me. Don't you, huh?"

Headmistress Margaret looked up at the angelic little 11 year old from her subservient place between Krissie's widely splayed legs, smiled broadly, and said, "I've been wanting to taste a little girl just like you all my life. You taste wonderful, honey. I could do this forever."

Krissie beamed as Headmistress Margaret went back to her happy, wanton task.

"So you would like to do this some more, huh?"

"Yes, Krissie. I would like to do this some more."

"Well, I like you licking me down there, Headmistress Margaret. And so I will let you do it just about any time you want to."

Headmistress Margaret was in erotic heaven.

"But you gotta do something for me too, huh."

Headmistress Margaret raised up, a question on her slick face.

"What's that, Krissie honey?"

At this point Margaret was willing to do most anything the sexy little girl asked so long as she could bury her face deep in the child's crotch.

Krissie saw her opportunity and she took it.

"I want you to give me Pattie for my very own pet. I want to keep her, and train her, and make her do anything I want her to do from now on."

Margaret looked down at the adorable soft thighs and smooth little pudendum spread so enticingly before her to lick and smooch as much as she wanted. If only she agreed to Krissie's demand.

This was a no brainer.

"She's yours," Headmistress Margaret agreed without hesitation.

"I give her to you for your own pet. You can do anything you want with her and make her do anything you want to from now on."

Krissie giggled and ran her little fingers lightly through the older woman's hair.

"Thank you, Headmistress Margaret. I'll take good care of her and train her real good."

The little girl accented her remarks by reaching over and petting her new posession's head as a reward for being the good dog she had become. As she patted the top of Pattie's head, the little girl had a quick flash that someday soon it might just be Headmistress Margaret's head she would be patting instead. This thought brought a broad smile to Krissie's face.

"And when I get her really well trained, I'll bring her back over here and show you just what a good, sexy doggie woggie she has become."

Krissie smiled down sweetly at Headmistress Margaret. She knew full well that she had won, if not the war, certainly the first battle. And now was the time to reward the older woman for giving in to her so readily, to get her used to the wanton rewards associated with submitting to the little girl's whims.

"Now; don't you want to get back to licking me, Headmistress Margaret? You know you want to, don't you?"

Headmistress Margaret did not utter a word. She just immediately returned to licking and slurping around the adorable little girl's silky-smooth and utterly tantalizing slit. And that's how the quartet of females spent the remainder of the day, licking snd slurping, with little Krissie acting as the happy and all-powerful ring mistress.

SUBMISSIVE TEACHER'S HUMILIATION

by: Pepper

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

Sandra got up the next morning with a strong feeling that today was the day she should test Paula Beale's level of devotion to her and the true strength of her perverse powers of control over the submissive teacher.

First, the seventeen year old dom decideded that it was high time that she made her subby teacher do absolutely all of her duty outside like a good little doggie woggie, and not just pee as she had been permitted to do up till that time.

"Paula baby girl. It's time for walkees," Sandra said happily as she prodded her sleeping teacher slave with her bare foot.

Kathy looked over from her place on the queensize bed that used to belong to her mother and giggled at the thought that a new day had dawned in which she could torment and torture her mother and little brother some more.

Paula roused herself from her sleeping position on the rug next to her Mistress's bed and prepared to go outside to pee in the chill morning air. Buck, who was sleeping next to her, woke up from his contented sleep, sniffed his bitch to make sure she was still his, then ambled into the kitchen to get his well-deserved breakfast.

As soon as Buck was through assuring himself that Paula was still his bitch, the older woman crawled down the hall and retrieved her leash from its peg by the back door. The subby teacher brought the leash back to her Mistress in her mouth like the good little doggie she had been trained to be. Paula's vulva was already beginning to moisten as a consequence of the submissive thirll these actions gave her and the anticipation of exhibiting her most intimate bodily functions outside for all the world to see.

Without saying a word, Sandra took the leash out of her teacher's mouth and attached it to her pink poodle collar.

"Now Paula baby girl be still while I check if you have to go poo poo as well as pee pee."

Sandra reached down behind her naked teacher and casually slid her index finger down along the moist crack and plundered around the tight rosette.

"Relax, girl. Relax and strain for me just a little. That's a good Paula puppy. Let Mistress Sandra find out if you've got poop in your pooper."

To calm her pet's anxiety, Sandra stroked her hair with her free hand until Paula's tiny whimpers of anxiety quieted down.

Sandra giggled as Paula finally relaxed her sphincter, pushed back against her mistress's probing digit, and allowed the young girl to insert her fingertip inside her teacher's rosette. As she pressed further inside, Sandra encountered a soft blockage, which indicated that Paula did, in fact have to poop.

For her part, Kathy looked on in rapturous delight to see her mom humiliated by her girl lover in such a salacious fashion.

"Well, good. You can go poo as well as pee when we go outside, now can't you, girl," Sandra said softly as she stroked her teacher's naked rump and hip.

Paula looked down at the floor, her expression a cheerless blend of deep humiliation and desperate craving.

"No. Please don't make me. Please, Mistress Sandra. Please don't. Somebody might see me."

Paula's pleas were an almost silent whisper.

Sandra smiled sweetly down at her ensnared prey. She so loved these little episodes where she reinforced her salacious hold over her teacher.

"You want me to keep doing what I'm doing to you. Don't you, baby girl. You want me to keep on feeling my little baby girl up with my nasty little fingers, and turning her on sooooo hard, and letting her taste my sweet sniz, and permitting her to snack on her daughter's muff, and allowing her have her sweet sissy son and good old Buck to fuck her, hmmmmm?"

Sandra emphasized her coaxing words by sliding her fingertip enticingly along her teacher's moist labia from behind. Paula's wetness was what Sandra wanted to feel, for it was all the testimony she needed from the older woman that her craving was as strong as ever. It was.

Paula wanted so much to be strong enough to resist the growing itch in her slit and the nasty, servile images that were forming in her mind. But she just was not strong enough. Sandra's hand felt so good as it stimulated her needy flesh and her words were such a powerful inducement to submit. The older woman pushed her hps back so that her slick vulva slid along the probing fingers of her Mistress.

"Well, don't you, baby girl?"

"Unnnn huhhhhh," Paula whispered up at her tormentor.

"Well, you better do it then. Right."

Paula surrendered to her Mistress's taming hand and her commanding words.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I'll poo right after I pee."

"That's my good little baby girl doggie bitch," Sandra said as she gave Paula's slit one last, long, sensuous stroke

"And if anyone sees you, all they'll see is my well trained little doggie woggie doing her duty, right?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"I already took Buck out for his walkees way early this morning, so it will be just you and me, huh doggie woggie girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Kathy giggled, got up, and flung on a robe.

"I wanna watch Mommy girl poo poo. I wanna watch Mommy girl poo poo."

"Well, hand me something to put on my bod, Kath, and we'll take her outside and you can watch her be a really nasty little teacher slut for me."

Kathy went into her bedtoom and brought back a nearly transparent pink babydoll nightgown and a pair of matching thong panties for her girl lover to put on.

Sandra giggled as she handed Kathy the leash so she could get into the skimpy outfit.

"Anybody watching this little scene will surely get an eyeful."

When she was dressed, the teen dom led her submissive teacher gallumpfing down the hall and out the back door. Kathy followed along behind, giving her mother little bottom slaps of encouragement as they went along.

It was still dark outside, but the first rays of sunlight were peeking over the horison. Paula hurried to the middle of the back yard, squatted and let her hot stream jet into the grass. Kathy and Sandra giggled at the sight.

"She really does piss like an old cow on a flat rock."

Paula pretended not to hear the humiliating taunts of her daughter. When she was through peeing, the older woman started to gallumpf back to the house.

"Paula!"

Sandra looked so stern that her teacher knew that she must keep her promise. So she squatted back down and strained her bowels, hoping for a quick movement before anyone chanced along to see her. As the morsel inside her began to come out, Sandra reached down her hand palm up and put her fingertips right in front of her teacher's lips.

"Lick, Paula. Lick my hand like a good little doggie. Lick your Mistress's fingers while you do your good little doggie duty."

Paula needed no further urging to loll her long, pink tongue out and lick her Mistress's hand just exactly like a loving, obedient dog would. The licking actually seemed to make the pooping go better, and soon, Paula was finished. Kathy applauded like Paula had scored a three pointer.

"Come here, girl, Kathy patted her thigh for her mom to leave her business and come to her. Paula immediately came to her daughter's bidding. The fifteen year old placed her hand on her mother's bent head and tousled her hair, occasionally pulling on her ponytail.

Sandra saunteres slowly around behing her, and casually wiped the back of her hand along the bottom of Paula's asscrack. Then she returned to stand in front of her squatting teacher. Once again the hand was extended, but this time, palm down.

"Lick me, bitch. Lick all your nasty poop off the back of your Mistress's hand."

"Yeah, Mommy girl, lick your nasty old poo poo off Sandra's hand like the slut bitch cunt you are."

Paula immediately and enthusiastically did as she was told.

When Sandra was satisfied that her hand was absolutely clean, she and Kathy led her willing slave back into the house.

When they had unleashed Paula and put the leash back on the peg, Sandra told her teacher slave to go back into her bedroom and crawl up on the bed. This Paula happily did. As soon as she was settled, Sandra and Kathy sat on the bed beside her.

"Paula, we are going out today to the mall to buy a few things I think we need. And while we are out shopping, I want you to promise to be good and do whatever I say."

The older woman was more than a little nervous about having to exhibit her submissiveness outside in the wider world. What if more of her friends and colleagues saw her being forced to do all sorts of nasty, slutty things. What would they possibly think of her. Sandra could sense her teacher's anxiety.

"Now, don't you want to please your Mistress, Paula baby girl. Don't you want to make me happy."

Paula looked hopefully at Sandra, wanting with every fiber of her being to make her studentmistress happy with her but still being very afraid. She hungered for Sandra so, but she feared her just as much.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I want to please you so much, but I'm really, really scared."

But, of course, Sandra was having none of Paula's excuses.

"That's ok, Paula baby girl. I want you to be scared. That's part of the turn on for me."

Paula averted her gaze.

"You do want to please me, don't you, Paula," Sandra said with a sternness in her voice that her subbyteacher had come to recognize and fear.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"Well then. You know what pleases me, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"What pleases me, Paula?"

"Having me obey you, Mistress Sandra."

"That's right. And?"

Paula blushed crimsen and lowered her head.

"And?"

"Having me do bad things to you to prove how much you own me. And letting you do bad things to me, too."

Sandra began stroking her teacher's naked body, half soothing and half arousing. Shoulder, breast, flank, hip, thigh, calf; back and forth.

"What kinds of bad things, baby? Go on and tell me or I'll stop."

Paula looked over shyly at Sandra.

"Letting you feel me up, Mistress Sandra. Like you are doing now."

"And just how do I like feeling you up, teacher dear?"

Paula blushed once more.

"You like feeling up my legs with your hands."

Paula shivered at the memory of the first time Sandra's smooth, warm hands slid sensouosly over her long legs. How she craved for her Mistress to keep feeling her up just that way right this minute.

As if she had read her teacher's mind, Sandra moved her warm hand from Paula's midriff where she had been slyly tickling the older woman's belly button, and began stroking Paula's bare leg with long, sensuous strokes. Paula gurgled happily.

"And what other parts of your body do I like feeling up, Paula?"

The older woman looked down at her teenage student's stroking hand on her naked body.

"My breasts," she whispered.

"Say it louder, Paula."

"My breasts, Mistress Sandra."

"You mean your'udders'. Dont' you, baby girl?"

"Yes. My 'udders'."

"And how much do you like to feel my hands caressing and fondling your big cow teacher udders?"

"Very much, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra suited her actions to her words.

"And do you like it when I pinch and twist your hard cunt cow nipples, sweetums?"

"Unnnnn huhhhhhh."

Sandra pinched her teacher's erect nubbins until she squealed and squealed. Kathy looked on in rapturous silence, her breathing growing heavier and heavier. She so looked forward to watching her girl lover putting her mom through her paces like this. She watched and learned, honing her own dominant skills.

"And what else of yours do you like to be played with, you nasty little teacher slut, you?"

Paula could not meet her Mistress's eyes but she managed to whisper out the words she knew Sandra wanted to hear.

"My pussy."

"You mean your smooth little nasty teacher puss pussy?"

"Oh yes, Mistress Sandra."

Don't you mean your nasty old teacher cunt?"

Paula slipped down another rung on the ladder.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"And do you like it when I feel up your flabby old teacher cunt and get it all squish ywishy, just like I'm doing right now, honey baby?"

"Yessss, Mistress Sandra."

"And what else of yours do I like to toy around with?"

The whispered words flew from the older woman's lips.

"My bot bot hole."

"That's right, Paula, your cute little botty hole. And do you like it when I get your tight little botty hole all itchy?"

"Yesss, Mistress Sandra."

"And do you like it when I make my little teacher cunt face squeal with delight when I play with her nasty little puss puss and botty hole for her?"

There was no shame left to Paula.

"Ummmmmm huhhhhhhhh. Ooooohhhhhh yessss."

"Well, squeal for me right this minute, snookums. I want you to squeal for me just like the little piggy slut you are. I just love to make you squeal."

Sandra was leaning far over, her fingers busy exciting her teacher slave and her lips right against Paula's ear.

"Squeal, cunt!"

Paula squealed delightfully and wriggled on the bed as her Mistress tormented and teased her sex. She squealed, and squealed, and squealed.

Finally, Sandra took her tormenting hand away. Paula gurgled and sighed.

"And do you really like it when I feel you up, baby girl?"

"Yessss, Mistress Sandra. I like it. I really do like it."

"And when I feel you up this way, what does that tell you, you nasty little teacher slut, you."

Paula looked over lovingly at her teenage Mistress.

"That I belong to you, Mistress Sandra."

"That's right, Paula. You belong to me. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere. I can do anything I want to you. Isn't that right, cunt?"

"Yesssssss, Mistress Sandra."

Paula so desparately wanted the fondling, teasing, and tormenting to continue.

"And what other bad things do I make you do, baby?"

Paula thought, then she whispered.

"You make me make love to you with my mouth, Mistress Sandra."

"That's right, baby girl. And do I taste good to you, Paula girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra." It was barely above a whisper.

"And what other bad things do I make my little Paula slut do?"

"You make me drink your pee pee."

"That's right. And?"

Paula tucked her head against her mistress's shoulder and whispered into her ear.

"Sometimes, you make me eat your poo poo."

"Yes I do, don't I. And does it taste good, Paula baby girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. It tastes good."

"And when I pee pee or poo poo and don't make you consume it, what do I make you do?"

"You make me feel you up and play with your pussy and butt hole while you are doing it."

"That's right. And do you like doing that for me, cunt?."

Paula nodded her head expressively.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra!"

"And you don't mind getting my pee pee and poo poo on your hands?

"No, Mistress Sandra."

"And you don't mind when I make you lick it off?"

Paula shook her head.

"No, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra Smiled down at her pet.

"And what other things do I do with my little snookums slut?"

"You take me walkees and make me do my business outside like a doggie."

"And is that what you deserve, Paula?"

The older woman knew deep inside it was true.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra!"

"Why, cunt?"

"Because I am your doggie and I deserve to have to go outside."

"That's right, baby."

Sandra continued to fondle and stroke her subby teacher, occasionally placing her hand where Paula could lick it lovingly.

"And what other things do I make you do, Paula?"

Paula bowed her head.

"You make me beg you to hurt me and to humiliate me."

"That's right, Paula. And when you beg me to hurt you and to humiliate you, does that turn you on hard? Does it make your little pink sniz all runny and itchy?"

Paula looked up from her licking her teen femdom's fingers.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. It does."

"And you like it when your nasty teacher sniz is all itchy and slick, don't you girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I like it a lot."

"That's right. And what else do I do to you, sweetie?"

"You make me beg you to let me hurt myself."

"How?"

"I hit myself on the udders with a paddle, and I put clothespins on my nipples and pussy, and I tie my udders up real tight with bungee cords."

"And when you do all that, does it feel good, Paula cunt?"

Paula nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Now it does, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra smiled once more and continued molesting her teacher's naked body any way her whims drove her.

"Thats good, baby girl. Ok. And what else do I make you do?"

"You make me do bad, nasty, sick things with my daughter Kathy."

"What kinds of bad things, baby?"

By this time Sandra had moved right next to her subby teacher and was gently stroking her hair and occasionally pulling on her ponytail to remind her who was in charge.

"You make me make love to her pussy with my mouth, and you make me let her do things to me that hurt me a lot."

Over the course of this dialogue, Paula's demeanor had slowly transformed from that of an adult woman to that of a little girl being asked a series of questions by her stern mother. Paula so desperately wanted to do and say the right things, and she figured the best way to do that was to adope the demeanor of a very young girl.

"That's right, honey. And do you really like making love to Kathy with your mouth?"

"Unnnnnn huhhhhhhh."

"And do you like it with she hurts you?"

Paula hesitated for only a second.

"Unnnnn huhhhhhh."

"And what else, baby?"

"I have to drink my daughter's pee pee and eat her poo poo, too."

"Is it good, baby?"

"Unnnnnnnn huhhhhhhh."

Paula flushed a rosy pink.

"And do I make you do more kinds of bad things, baby girl?"

"Unnnnnnnn huhhhhhhh."

"What kinds of bad things, sweetie?"

"You make me do bad things with Bud."

"You mean your little son, Bud?"

"Unnnnnnnn huhhhhhhh."

"Do I make you make love to Bud with your sweet, slutty little mommy mouth, honey? Do I really make you take his eencie little boy thingie between your teacher slut lips and suck on it and lick it?"

"Unnnnnn huhhhhhhh."

"And do I make you let Bud put his nasty little peter pee pee in your hot, wet cunt hole and fuck you with it, just like the nasty mommy slut you are?

Paula shivered.

"Unnnnn huhhhhh."

"And does that feel good, cunt?"

"Unnnnn huhhhhh."

"And does it turn you on, you perverted cow?"

"Unnnnn huhhhhh."

"And do I make you let Bud put his boy thingie inside your tight little mommy rosette and poke around in there until he shoots off his nasty cum cum inside you?"

"Unnnnnn huhhhhhhhhh."

"And do you like beeing butt fucked by your own son, cunt?"

"Unnnnn huhhhhh."

Sandra continued to feel her teacher up, consoling her and arousing her at the same time.

"And what else bad do I make you do?"

By now, Paula was now almost in a trance of lust.

"You make me do bad things with Buck."

"That's right, honey. Don't I make you let Buck put his pee pee in your hungry bitch mouth and then stick it in your bitch cunt and then I let Buck doggie pork you, don't I, baby?"

"Unnnnn huhhhhhhhh."

Paula shivered slightly as past images of Buck dog fucking her flashed across her fevered brain.

"And what else nasty do I make you do?"

Paula could barely articulate the words, she was so mesmerized by Sandra's insistent questions and her tantalizing hands on her wanton body.

"You make me make love to other people with my mouth like Gracie at the pet store and Jill here in my house, and other teachers from school like Pattie and Headmistress Margaret."

"And do these other females taste good to you when I make you eat them out, baby?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. They all taste good."

"So you like eating out other women when I tell you to, just like you like licking Buck and Bud, right?"

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"But you especially like eating little girls out, don't you, you nasty lezzie slut?"

Paula shivered all over her body."

"Unnnnn huhhhhh."

"And do they taste as good as me, you nasty little girl, you?"

Paula came out of her trance, looked up, and stared directly into Sandra's eyes."

"No, Mistress Sandra. Nobody's pussy tastes as good as you do."

"Isn't she sweet," Sandra chuckeled as she continued to pet her pet.

"She sure is," Kathy agreed from her side of the bed.

"Well, now that we all know how things are, it's time to go on a little shopping spree. Paula, lets get up, get dressed for the day, and get going."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

After making Paula go walkees in the back yard once more for good measure, she ordered her teacher to dress for a trip to the mall to buy both of them some new outfits. Of course, Kathy wanted to tag along to watch the fun, but Sandra felt that Paula would be more likely to be an obedient little subbyslut without the distraction of her daughter. To asuage Kathy's clear disappointment at not being allowed to go with them, Sandra made sure that Bud knew that she was leaving his older sister in complete charge of him with cart blanch to do whatever she chose. Sandra's only admonition to Kathy as she and Paula stepped out the front door was not to make him scream so loud as to incite a neighbor to call the police. Kathy was all smiles as she waved to her girllover with one hand and played lewdly with Bud's tenpting little bottom with the other.

Paula climbed in behind the wheel after opening the passenger door for her Mistress. As soon as she was properly belted in, the submissive teacher immediately unsnapped her shortshorts and slid them down her thighs to her knees so that Sandra could get at her; just as she knew her Mistress liked. Of course the older woman was pantiless, and Sandra could see tiny droplets of womandue forming on her teacher's puffy labia in expectation of the routine petting reward the seventeen year old always gave her teacher whenever they were together in the car.

Sandra smirked over at Paula and placed her warm hand on the older woman's naked thigh. But she did not move the hand toward Paula's needy labia as the older woman expected. As a result, little whimpers and moans of unfulfilled frustration escaped the teacher's lips.

Sandra just kept her hand still and let the tension build.

"Go on. Beg for it, Paula baby girl. You know you want to."

And it was true. Paula did want to beg for it. She wanted to beg in the worst way for her Mistress to feel her up so that she could prove her submissiveness.

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Please play with me. Please. I need it bad. I really do."

Sandra acted as if she was undecided to further torment her teacher. Paula began rocking back and forth as if she had to pee really bad.

"Well, Paula. I'm thinking about it, but I'm just not sure I want to right now."

Paula began to wriggle on the car seat, clearly getting more heated with passionate need as the seconds progressed.

"Plllleeeeeeeaaaaassssseeee."

Seeing that Paula was on the verge of sexual hysteria, Sandra finally relented.

"Well, baby. I will play with you some between here and the mall. But you've got to promise to be a good little girl and mind me once we get there. Are you going to promise to be a good little slutpuppy for me."

Paula was more than a little worried about what Sandra would make her do at the mall because it was going to be just full of people at this time of year. But she was in such a state of lascivious anticipation and horny craving that she would promise anything to get Sandra to play with her oh-so-hungry twat.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I'll be a good little slu tpuppy and do anything you say. I promise."

"Good girl," Sandra said approvingly as she let her long fingers pinch and tickle their way up her teacher's thigh and between the older woman's spread legs.

When she felt her Mistress's fingers doing their thing, Paula sighed audibly and gave in to the rapture of being felt up by her teen mistress.

"Ok, Paula baby girl. Drive us to the mall."

And that is just what Paula did, being happily felt up all the way.

When they arrived, Paula parked near the mall entrance as Sandra instructed her. Then the older woman pulled up her shortshorts and fastened them and both left the car and entered the mall side by side, just as if they were going on a normal girl shpooing spree. Sandra led her submissive teacher slave into the women's fashion store right at the entrance to the mall.

"Hi Phylis," Sandra said brightly as she and Paula entered the shop.

Phylis Burke turned from talking to the shop manager, a sexy brunette in her late twenties, and smiled over at her school friend. She smiled slyly when she saw that Sandra had Paula with her.

"Hi Sandra. Hello Ms. Paula. And how is our little teacher today."

Paula lowered her head in embarrassment at the thought that Phylis knew about her submissive thraldom to Sandra.

"Answer Phylis, baby girl," Sandra said with a hint of restrained menace in her voice.

"I'm fine, thank you."

The words were barely above a whisper. Phylis's arch look made Paula certain that the teen girl knew her dirty little secret.

Without any ado whatsoever, Phylis came striding right over to where her teacher was standing silently and slowly ran her long, tapered fingers through the older woman's hair. Paula just stood there silently while her student touseled her hair and made little cooing noises to comfort the skiddish teacher. Then Phylis began to run her fingertip ever so lightly around Paula's ear. It was then that the older woman experienced those first waves of the intense sexual power the teenage girl was exerting over her body and soul and began to love the feelings of raw, unabashed submissiveness that were coursing through her. She could distinctly feel the little drops of moisture secreting from her slit. Here was yet another Mistress to control her and to torment her, and to make her submit.

The store manager looked at what Phylis was doing to the older woman and smiled knowingly. This was obviously not the first time that Phylis had handled a shop customer in this fashion, and the manager knew full well that such treatment always resulted in big sales to any customer so favored by Phylis's salacious attentions. The manager had even sampled a few of these women herself from time to time as payment for keeping the other customers busy while Phylis did her thing. All in all, it was a most satisfying arrangement for all parties concerned.

When she got to Paula's ponytail, Phylis gave it an impudent little yank, pulling Paula's chin up so that she could stare directly into her teacher's anxious, hungry eyes..

"You know, babydoll; Ms. Bently called me a couple days ago and told me all about you; and I mean ALL about you. Then when Sandra called me this morning before I left the house and asked me to pick out some things I thought you might look cute in, I just couldn't wait to get my hands on you."

Paula glanced over at the smiling store manager and blushed bright red, but did not pull away. Sandra nodded her silent approval.

"Tell me, babydoll, just how old are you."

Paula looked fixedly into Phylis's eyes.

"I'm thirty-nine, Phylis."

Phylis pulled back hard on the ponytail.

"How old, babydoll."

Paula felt the sharp pain in her hair but did not know how to make it stop.

"Please, Phylis. I'm thirty-nine."

Phylis pulled even harder on the ponytail.

"How old, babydoll."

Paula was beginning to weep with pain and fear.

"I don't know, Phylis. Tell me how old I am."

Phylis let go her iron grip on the teacher's ponytail.

"You're as old as I say you are, babydoll. Just remember that. Today, I say that you're nineteen 'cause that's the style of clothes I've picked out for you. You're nineteen and slutty as hell. And, you're such a real little lezzie slut that you want to flaunt it all over town. Don't you, babydoll."

Phylis pulled Paula's ponytail very hard to emphasize her words.

"Don't you, babydoll."

"Yes, Phylis. I'm as old as you say I am. i'm a nineteen year old lezzie slut who wants to flaunt it all over town."

"That's right, babydoll."

Phylis let go of Paula's ponytail and once more touseled her hair lovingly.

"And, guess what, babydoll. I brought along my little niece Wendy to help us dress you all up exactly like the lezzie slut you are. You see, she's eight, and she's at that age where she just loves to play dressup with her dolls. Wouldn't you like to be her slutty little lezzie dolly today, hmmmmmm, little babydoll Paula. Say it."

Paula looked anxiously over at her Mistress who faced her with a big smile.

"Well baby girl. Answer Phylis like the good little teachersubby you are. You know you want to."

"Yes, Phylis. I would like to play dressup with you and be Wendy's dolly to play with."

A little trickel of secretion was now danpening the teacher's nether lips at the though of what she had just agreed to.

"That's my good little lezzie babydoll," Phylis said as she removed her hand from her teacher's hair and moved it to the older woman's ample breast. She stared hungrily into Paula's eyes as she possively fondled her teacher through the thin material of her top. The presumptions teen girl could feel the older woman quiver with excitement and she rubbed the palm of her hand over the hardening nipple to stoke the fire of Paula's hunger.

When she saw the first signs ot sexual excitement brighten Paula's eyes, the young girl leaned over and began frenching her teacher passionately, driving her probing tongue deep into the submissive older woman's hungry mouth. Paula moaned softly as her student licked the inside of her mouth and rubbed herself against the young girl's sexy body.

After what seemed like an hour, Phylis slowly moved her head back and stared into Paula's doelike eyes.

"I've been wanting to do that all year, babydoll. You taste just as good as you look. And I'll just bet that Sandra has taught you how to do all sorts of interesting and pleasent little lezzie things with that big, sexy mouth of yours, hasn't she, babydoll."

Paula averted her eyes, then brought them back to stare directly into those of her new Mistress.

"Yes, Phylis. She has."

"Well, I bet that before the day is over, I'll get to find out just what kinds of little lezzie things Sandra has taught you. But for right now, let's go meet Wendy. She has been fidgeting around here all morning, waiting to get her little hands on a real live big girl babydoll like you."

Phylis looked over at the manager and the young woman smiled and nodded.

"I'll wait on the customers for awhile, Phylis. You can use the dressing room if you want to play with her. Just don't make too much noise and embarrass the other customers. Ok."

"Oh, and you can bet I'll want my share of that sexy lezzie mouth of hers when you're through with her."

Phylis smiled and nodded.

The three females walked to the rear of the shop where the dressing rooms were located. Eash room had its own full length door that locked and blocked out sound. In one of the dressing rooms, they found a large pile of women's clothing strewn on a bench and a cute little girl rummaging around in it.

Phylis walked over to the little girl and placed her hand on the youngster's T-shirt covered shoulder. She slowly moved the hand back and forth on the little girl's shoulder and smiled. The little girl looked up at her and returned the smile.

"Sandra, this is Wendy my niece. Wendy, say 'hello' to Sandra."

The little girl looked over at Sandra with a broad grin on her face.

"Hello Sandra. Is that your dolly you have with you."

Sandra ran her hand posessively along Paula's flank and patted her rump affectionately.

"Yes, Wendy. This is my big girl dolly. Her name is Paula, but you can call her Baby doll if you want to."

Wendy looked over at Paula and licked her young lips in ravenous anticipation.

"Hello, Baby doll. Aunt Phylis says that you do what people tell you to do. Do you want to be my little dolly today and play dress up with me and do what I tell you to do?"

Paula looked at the enticing eight year old girl and wriggled uncontrolably. Here was yet another rung down the ladder to utter degradation. But Paula was now so very far past worrying about how much those around her humiliated and degraded her. On the contrary, she welcomed the abuse. She craved the humiliation. She hungered for the pain. She had finally found herself.

She knew immediately what she so desparately wanted. And what she wanted was Wendy. She wanted this little girl with her superior smirk and her lascivious eyes. She wanted Wendy to own her body and soul just like all the rest of the girls and women in her life. The youngster held a fascination for her that was almost palpable. The girl's short blond curls framing such a sweet face, her thin arms and legs so cunning. Her sandel-covered little feet so lickable. Her evil little smiling lips so kissable. Was Wendy going to turn out to be her next Mistress? God, she prayed for it.

"Yes, Wendy. I want to be your little dolly very much and let you play dress up with me as much as you want to. And I'll do whatever you tell me to."

Wendy looked at this woman who was giving herself totally to her and smiled. Her Aunt Phylis had scored again. And, once again, Wendy was going to get her fair share. She was going to have her way with this one. Just like all the rest.

"OK, Baby doll," the little girl giggled. "Come over here so I can undress you right now. I want to take all your clothes off and dress you up in the things Aunt Phylis has picked out for you. It'll be fun."

Obediently, with a smile of anticipatory joy on her face, Paula walked over to where Wendy was standing by the pile of clothes on the bench. As soon as the older woman was in front of the little girl, Wendy reached out her tiny hand and began sliding it from Paula's knee all the way up to the hem of her short shorts. The older woman trembled a little at the touch of the girl's inquisitive hand but did not pull away as Wendy slid her index finger inside the hem, touching the very edge of Paula's vulva.

"She's a good little Baby doll, isn't she," Wendy looked up at Paula and asked coyly.

"Yes, Wendy. I'll be a good little Baby doll for you."

Paula began to turn on hard, both from the way Wendy was playing with her body and from the wanton thoughts of what the little girl was likely to do to her later.

The eight year old continued to slide her fingertip around Paula's short shorts gusset, tickeling and rubbing while the older woman wriggled and panted. Wendy was having the best time ever molesting her Baby doll.

"She's a hot little Baby doll, too. Isn't she Aunt Phylis?"

"She sure is, honey," Phylis chuckled as Sandra looked on, proud as punch of the good behavior of her subby pet.

Wendy continued to tickel and tease Paula's pussy mercilessly until she finally tired of this preliminary sex game. She stopped moving her little hand. Paula whimpered and pleaded, but Wendy had other things on her mind. She removed her finger from the leg opening of her Baby doll's short shorts and slid her two little exploring hands imputently right up under the older woman's crop top. Paula just stood there, not making a move.

"Your boobs are bigger than Aunt Phylis's, Baby doll," Wendy said coyly as she felt up Paula's ample breasts under the crop top. Paula shivered and gasped as the highly charged sensations of being felt up by an eight year old girl got deep inside her head and body.

"Can I play with her big boobs, Aunt Phylis?"

The older girl smiled down at her niece.

"Sure you can, Wendy honey. All you want to. Any way you want to. I told you already that you could do anything you wanted to with her. She's your Baby doll for the next hour or so."

Wendy giggled and began squeezing and maliating Paula's big breasts with her cunning little fingers. Then, when she got tired of that, the little girl began pinching the older woman's erect nipples until Paula squealed out in pain. This made Wendy giggle again and really squeez on the older woman's nipples. The pain made Paula squeal and squeal again, while Phylis and Sandra looked on.

Suddenly, Phylis walked over to Paula and, without any warning whatsoever, slapped her face hard.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Be quiet, Baby doll. I don't want the other customers to know what we are doing to you back here."

Big tears of anguish and shame at making noises began rolling down Paula's cheeks as she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out at the pain vicious little Wendy was inflicting on her tender breasts.

Phylis put her hand palm up against Paula's full lips.

"Kiss it, Baby doll. If you kiss my hand real sweet, I'll slap you again. You know you can't wait."

Pain slut Paula immediately began ardently kissing the exposed palm and fingers. Phylis kept her promice and slapped her teacher again, hard.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Then, Phylis put her fingertips against her red faced teacher's lips.

"Suck my fingers, you subby little lezzie cunt. Go on. Suck them into that hot lezzie mouth of yours."

Paula immediately did as she was told. Her sucking and the pain of Phylis's intermittent slaps took her mind off Wendy and her sadistic little fingers to a certain extent. But Wendy was surprisingly skilled for one so young at inflicting pain, and she soon brought Paula's mind back into sharp focus. By this time, the teacher's quim was dripping like a faucet dampening the gusset of her short shorts for all the others to see. Paula had certainly become the consummate pain slut.

This kept on until Wendy finally tired of inflicting pain on Paula's abused breasts. Then she reached around and removed the older woman's crop top completely. And so it was through the efforts of this depraved little girl that Paula finally stood naked from the waist up in front of her mistress and Phylis. As a parting gift, Wendy leaned over and gave each erect nipple a vicious little bite. Paula squealed again despite her best efforts to keep from doing it.

"I taught her everythng she knows," Phylis said to Sandra proudly as she looked fondly at her little niece.

Wendy smiled back at her aunt.

"She's fun, Aunt Phylis. Can I take off her shorts now?"

"Sure honey. Remember, I said you could do anything you wanted with her. She's your Baby doll until you get tired of her."

Wendy immediately unsnapped the short shorts Paula had been instructed to wear that morning and tugged them down to her ankles. Paula obediently stepped out of them and stood, now completely naked and vulnerable in front of the eight year old, and totally at her mercy, of which, of course, there was none. Paula knew that. Paula craved Wendy's continued abuse. There was no denying it any longer.

"Hey look Aunt Phylis. Her peeper is smooth just like yours."

"That's right, Wendy," Sandra chimed in from across the room. "I make her keep it all smooth so little girls like you can play with it easier."

"Cool," Wendy said as she began molesting Paula's pudentum. The touch of the little girl's probing fingers sent a lewd, expectant shiver through Paula and the moistness along her slit increased apace. Her little clitoris erected and pushed its super sensitive little head out of its sheath.

Wendy spyed the tiny nubbin and immediately began playing it around with her tiny fingers. Suddenly, she gave it a vicious pinch and pulled on it very hard. Paula almost fell to her knees with the searing pain. A squeal of agony escaped her lips despite herself.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

"Now Baby doll; I told you not to make any noise. Do you want to get us in trouble."

"No, Phylis," Paula whispered, still recovering from Wendy's pinch.

"I'll be good. But she hurt me really bad."

"So. If she wants to hurt her little Baby doll, you had better just go along with it, hmmmmmm?"

"Yes, Phylis."

Paula looked down and watched as Wendy's adept fingers plundered her vulnerable sex. Despite the fear and the pain, she was so salaciously excited by this time at being felt up by the little girl that the anguish Wendy was causing her more or less faded into the background of her consciousness. And Wendy could sense that she was losing control over Paula, and that could not be allowed to continue. So the little girl leaned over and whispered a quick question into her aun'ts ear. Phylis giggled and nodded her head in assent to what her niece wanted to do to her new doll.

"Open those tuff lezzbo legs of yours, Baby doll. As wide as they will go."

Paula immediately spread her feet apart, splaying herself obscenely for Wendy to see. Then, without preamble or warning, the eight year old devil balled up her hand into a little fist and jammed it full up to the elbow into Paula's spasming canal. Anticipating the shriek of pain such an unexpected and violent invasion would cause, Phylis quickly stuffed Paula's short shorts deep into her open mouth as she prepared to squeal.

"Ooooooommmmmmmiiiiggggggoooooodddddddd."

Paula's agonised cry filled the fitting room despite Phylis's quick thinking. But a few slaps across her flushed and tearstreaked face brought the abused teacher back to reality. Undeterred by the distress she was causing her Baby doll, Wendy continued to piston her tiny fist into Paula's convulsing vagina while concentrating her full attention on observing the effect her intensely painful rape was having on the older woman. The little girl was not disappointed in the least.

Paula continued to moan and make animal noises deep in her throat as she tried to ward off the agony by chewing on the material of her short shorts.

After a while, Wendy got bored with her little game of torment the baby doll, cruelly jerked her slime-coated arm from Paula's slit, and unceremoniously began rummaging through the pile of slutty clothes her aunt had picked out as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred. In the pile of clothing, Wendy discovered a couple of translucent teddys that were three sizes too small, a few diaphenous baby doll collections that set off Paula's legs and breasts, some really tight flourescent short shorts and teeny teeny tops, and some preposterously high heeled shoes. During the next hour, the little girl used Paula just like a baby doll; dressing and undressing her at will, trying on one outfit after another with Sandra and Phylis making approving comments from time to time. Whenever Paula showed any incling of obstanance she was either slapped hard by Phylis or tormented by the sadistic little eight year old until she learned to behave.

After a while, when she had dressed her Baby doll in the sluttiest costume she could find, Wendy pushed Paula to the floor, spread her little legs and squatted over the older woman's face. Paula raised up and, without any instructions, began lickinhg the girls smooth vulva for all she was worth. Wendy cooed contentedly as she felt Paula's tongue search out her vagina and her tight little rose. She had to admit that Paula had a much more adept tongue than any other women her aunt had brought into the shop. And that was just fine.

Wendy decided that the time was right to seal her complete dominanct over her Baby doll. Without warning, she klet loose a stream of young girl pee right into Paula's mouth, and the older woman immediately latched on so as not to lose a single drop. As she gulped doen Wendy's girl pee, Paula understood that she now truly was Wendy's Baby doll any time the young girl felt like it. And that was fine also.

At the end of the hour, Phylis and Sandra had decided that Paula looked pretty sexy and really slutty in everything that Phylis had picked out for her. So Sandra ordered Paula to buy it all, which she did, of course. As a farewell jesture, Paula was also compelled to reach up under Phylis's micro skirt and pull down the young girl's silk panties. Then the older woman was summarily ordered to kneel on the dressing room floor, place her head between Phylis's long, smooth legs, and lick and slurp her smooth little soppy sniz to a nice series of orgasms. This she readilly did, stark naked, while Sandra and Wendy looked on approvingly, running their possessive hands over her most intimate places to give her encouragement and to prove just how slutty she really was.

Then Paula was given the treat of being allowed to take down Wendy's shorts and place her lips once more upon the eight year old's tiny pudendum and perform the same service for little Wendy, who, as her aunt readily pointed out, really liked getting her peeper licked.

"She licks me so good, Aund Phylis," Wendy giggled as Paula licked and slurped with unabashed abandon.

While it was evident from her actions that the older woman would have liked nothing better than to be allowed to continue pressing her mouth on the tiny slit, Phylis refused, telling the hungry teacher that she had had enough for that day, but that she would be saving that special favor for another ocassion.

"Aunt Phylis, I gotta tinkle again."

"Well, go tinkle, honey. Baby doll won't mind. |She didn't before."

And it was true. Paula most certainly did not mind at all when her mouth was soon filled yet again with a hot stream of little girl pee. She drank down every drop avidly and thirsted for more.

After both Phylis and Wendy had been well satisfied, Paula was allowed to get up off the floor and put on the outfit Wendy had selected for her to stroll the mall in. It consisted of four inch high heels, a very tight pair of florescent purple hot pants that set off her long, sexy legs magnificantly, and a crop top that was so short and tight as to expose the bottoms of her full breasts for all the world to see.

When Paula was fully dressed, Phylis unlocked the dressing room door and called to the shop manager. There were no customers in the store so the young woman immediately came back to where Phylis was.

When she saw Paula decked out in her sexy lezzie slut outfit, the store manager smiled broadly.

"You and Wendy go up front and see to any customers that come in. I'll just go back in here with this sexy little peach fuzz of yours and her big girl friend and see what comes up, so to speak."

Wendy and Phylis walked to the front of the shop while Claire closed and locked the door to the dressing room.

"She looks sexy as hell, but is she as well trained as Phylis told me she was."

Sandra smiled over at her teacher and nodded her head.

"I think so. I've been working on her all weekend and so far this week. Why don't you try her out."

"Well, I don't have time to really strip down, so can she just lick me through my panties."

"That's ok. She has done that before, although she would rather lick your pussy direct. She did that to Wendy"

"Ohhhh really. That was certainly a nasty girl thing for her to do; munching a little girl like Wendy."

Sandra smiled and nodded her head in agreement.

"I know. Isn't it sick."

Claire sat on the bench and Sandra looked over at her submissive pet.

"Get down on your knees again, baby girl, and do what Claire said to do."

Paula immediately knelt in front of the now seated Claire who had spread her sexy, shapely legs as wide as her short skirt would allow. The older woman rested her chin on the bench between the store manager's thighs and began ardently licking her pussy through the silky material of her thin panties. As Paula's wanton ministrations continued, Sandra leaned over her teacher slave's bent back and began kissing the shop manager passionately and roving her hands over her pert breasts. Claire began to shiver and pant. Little whimpers of erotic joy escaped her parted lips as Sandra kissed her and Paula licked.

Sandra reached down to where Paula was passionately licking away, moved her index finger between her pet's face and Claire's slit, and impudently pulled the pantie gusset aside so her subby slave could really get at what she wanted. Claire let out a little squeal of extasy as the older woman's wet, probing tongue really got in direct touch with her sensative pussy lips and clitty button.

"That's sooooo nice. You just keep that slutty lezzie tongue working on me till I cum all over your face, bitch."

After about five more minutes of this kind of lewd treatment, thanks to the combined efforts of Paula and Sandra, Claire finally went over the edge with a nice brace of happy little orgasms.

Sandra pulled away to let the shop manager come down easy while Paula continued to lap Claire's slit until the young woman finally could stand no more and pushed her head away.

Claire looked up at Sandra, a broad smile of satisfaction all over her face.

"She's great. Don't you want some, honey."

Sandra smiled and patted Paula's head.

"Not now, thanks. I'm saving mine for the parking lot later today. I want to be outside and obvious to anyone that happens by when my little Paula baby girl is licking her Mistress off like the good little lezzie slut she is."

"How interesting," Claire said as she stood up and arranged her clothes.

"I just might like to see that, myself."

"Give me your card and I'll call you sometime. You can come over to her house and watch me put Paula baby girl here through her paces. She especially likes licking her daughter's little sniz for her."

Clair's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"I'll be looking forward to it," Claire said as she kissed Sandra a warm thank you.

Claire unlocked the dressing room door and led the other two women out into the shop. By that time, Phylis had wrapped up all the things Paula had been made to purchase. As Phylis was ringing up the sale and Paula was handing over her charge card, Wendy stood beside the older woman and slid her wicked little palm up and down along the inside of the teacher's bare leg from her knee to the gusset of her shortshorts. The young girl looked up at her obedient playgthing.

"Babydoll. You are a very well behaved dolly, and I had a really fun time playing dressup with you. And sometime, when my Mommy is at home, maybe Sandra can bring you over to my house with Aunt Phylis and we can all play dressup with you. My Mommy really likes to play dressup with Aunt Phylis's friends."

The little girl giggled.

"She likes to do other stuff, too. And she lets me watch."

Paula wriggled; partly due to the little girl's wanton hand on her leg and partly due to the nasty thoughts that Wendy had put into her head. Whatever the reason, Paula definately wanted to see more of Wendy and Phylis.

Sandra and Paula finally said good bye to Phylis and Wendy and Claire with promises to return later in the week for more "dressup." As they left the shop, Sandra took Paula's hand firnly in hers and strolled down the mall with her sexily dressed teacher in tow, for all the world like two hot lipstick lesbians out for a saunter.

"Now, come on Paula baby girl. There's this neat little store up the mall I want to go to."

Paula matched strides with her Mistress as they walked along the mall hall. Her eye-catching outfit and her handholding with Sandra garnered more than a few stares from other mall patrons, especially the women. At first Paula was mortified with embarrassment by what her observers obviously thought of her. Then, she became almost proud. She transformed into just what Phylis had said she was, a hot little lezzie sub out walking in public with her young Mistress. And everyone who saw her knew it. And, guess what, that was ok with Paula. By the time they got to where Sandra wanted to go, Paula was proudly strutting along beside her Mistress, chest thrust out, head erect. Sandra noted the change in her pet's demeanor, and she smiled.

Sandra finally steered Paula into a little shop off in a corner of the mall that specialized in beauty products, creams, and oils.

The shop manager by the name of June Spires was a statuesque woman in her mid-thirties. It was evident to Paula by the way June looked over at them that she obviously knew Sandra. June walked right over to her, an anxious smile on her pretty face

"Hello Junebug," Sandra said quietly. I think you should tell your customer that you are closing for lunch.

The older woman blushed as the two women whom she had been waiting on looked over curiously at the shop owner and the teenage girl.

Sandra raised her right hand and softly pressed her index fingertip against the shop manager's full lips. June shivered and closed her eyes. Then she opened her mouth just enough for Sandra to push the fingertip insidse her mouth and began sucking on Sandra's fingertip. The seventeen year old smiled at how fast June had fallen back into her submissive role.

Sandra looked pointedly at the two female customers.

"Now tell them, Junebug."

Sandra removed her finger from the store manager's wet mouth and stared at her as if to say, "Well. Go on and do what I told you."

June shivered once more, then turned to her customers.

"Please come back later. I'm closing for lunch right now."

June could see the smirks on the two young women's faces as they departed her shop.

Sandra giggled as the women glanced over their shoulders as they closed the shop door behind them.

"That's my good little Junieslut. Aren't you my good little Junieslut."

June lowered her head as a sign of her submission to her teenage mistress.

"Yes you are."

June nodded in submissive admission.

"Junebug, I want you to meet Paula baby girl, my new pet."

June looked up at her mistress; distracted and anxious as Sandra wiped her spit wet fingertip along the older woman's jaw line.

June shivered once again and began to speak in a tremulous whisper.

"Sandra. Where have you been. You haven't come to see me in almost two weeks. I've been frantic with worry."

Without a word of warning, Sandra pulled her hand back and slapped the store manager hard on the cheek.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

June's head shook and her eyes filled with tears.

"Never, ever question me, Junebug. Never! Do you understand."

June stood there, her face red from Sandra's slap, and her cheeks streaming wet with hot tears.

"Yes, Sandra. I'm sorry. Really I am. But I was so worried. I missed you so much. Please don't be angry with me, Sandra. Please don't."

"So you missed me, did you, little Junebug," Sandra purred as she reached out her hand and fondled the shop manager's small breasts through her blouse. The older woman opened her moist lips and began to sigh and whimper.

"Yes, Sandra. I missed you terribly."

June's words were halfway between a whine and a moan.

Sandra squeezed the small breast hard and the older woman rewarded her with a squeal of pain.

"Well, just HOW did you miss me, Junebug."

Sandra continued her wanton display of control over the older woman who just stood there and let the teenager fondle her breast without any show of restraint whatsoever.

June looked over at Paula and was too embarrassed by the presence of the other woman to speak.

"Don't mind her, Junebug. Just concentrate on me. Now do you want me to stop feeling you up, or do you want to tell me just how you missed me right this minute."

June gulped, but knew deep in her soul that she must do what Sandra told her to do.

"I missed your hands on my body, Sandra," June said barely above a whisper.

"You mean you missed me feeling you up, squeezing your little titties for you, and groping your plump little middle aged sluttybuttywutty."

June gulped as Sandra suited her actions to her words.

"Yes, Sandra."

"I know you did, baby. And how else."

June averted her gaze, but continued to answer in a monotone whisper.

"I missed using my lips and my tongue on your breasts."

"You really like suckling on my pretty pink titnipples just like a little baby girl don't you, Junebug."

June shivered again.

"Yes, Sandra. I like suckling your pretty breasts just like a little baby girl."

Sandra continued to move her hands possessively over the older woman's body, eliciting a continuous stream of sighs and whimpers.

"Yes, honey. I know you do. Now, tell me what else you missed about me."

June squealed once more as her tormenting young Mistress pinched one of her taut nipples through her sheer blouse between thumb and forefinger.

June looked down at the floor, unable to meet Sandra's gaze any longer.

Her voice was barely audible whisper now.

"I missed tasting you, Sandra."

"Isn't that sweet. Little Junebug missed snuzzling my tasty little sniz for me, didn't she."

Now Sandra had left off fondling her sub's breasts and rump and was running her long, thin fingers slowly through the older woman's hair.

"Didn't she, baby."

"Yes, Sandra."

"And where else did you miss putting that sweet, wet, little tongue of yours, Junebug dear."

June lowered her head again.

"Where, bitch."

"In your bottom hole, Sandra."

Sandra giggled and tousled the store manager's shoulder length hair.

"Yes, and you do so like to lick around my tasty little pink rosette when I let you, don't you girlfriend. Isn't it just a little yummy for my little Junieslut."

June was mortified, knowing that Paula was straining to hear every word of her tawdry confession. Yet the store manager could not stop.

"Yes, Sandra. You taste wonderful to me."

"Well, I'm back now. So how would you like to make up for lost time."

June looked over at Paula, just standing there in her slutty outfit, not saying a word.

"Well, Junebug. Do you want me or don't you."

June looked at Sandra and then back at Paula.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Don't look at her. Look at me when I'm talking to you."

June winced from the pain and slowly put her hand up to her slapped face, but she did not shift her gaze from Sandra.

"Yes, Sandra. I want you. I want you very much. I need you, Sandra. Please."

The admission tumbled out of June's mouth despite the utter embarrassment they brought with them.

"That's right, Junebug. You want me alright. I can tell. And, if you're real good and do exactly what I tell you, you can have me too. Ok, girlfriend."

June nodded her head.

"Say it, Junebug. I want to hear it from your own sweet lips."

"I'll do whatever you want, Sandra."

"Of course you will, silly. Now, it's close to lunchtime. So you just better close up the shop for lunch like you told those two sexy lady customers of yours and go lock the front door so we can all have some privacy, ok. Just like the last time, remember."

June nodded again as Sandra's hand trailed along the nape of her neck.

"I remember, Sandra."

"Then go do what Mistress Sandra told you to do, you bad little Junieslut, you."

As the store manager turned to do her Mistress' bidding, Sandra impishly swatted her on the derrier.

June went to the door of her shop, closed and locked the door, and placed the 'out to lunch' sign in the front window.

When she returned, June found Sandra stroking her hand along Paula's flank, a broad smile of contentment on her young face.

"Let's step behind the counter shall we, and I'll give my little Junebuggy a treat."

June nodded meekly.

The three women moved behind the sales counter so no one looking in the shop window could see what they were doing.

"Get down on your knees, Junebug."

The older woman immediately complied, facing the teenager from the floor of her shop.

Now, take off my sandals for me, Juniebaby."

The older woman reached out and unstrapped Sandra's sandals for her. The seventeen year old stepped out of them as the submissive shop owner held the sandals in place on the floor.

Sandra lifted her left food and placed the sole against June's upturned lips.

"Here's your lunch, Junebug. Go on and lick my tasty little foot just like I made you do the last time. Go on, bitch. Lick it. You just can't help yourself, can you."

June did not say a word but happily complied with this salacious order. Her warm, wet tongue laved all around the sole of Sandra's foot and between her toes. The older woman sucked on the toes and licked the foot all over until it was shiney wet.

"Is it good, baby."

"Ummmmm huhhhhhhh."

"Ok. Now the other one. Slurp it up good for Mistress Sandra. You know you want to."

June bowed to her happy task with a will. There was now inside her not one speck of desire to rebell against Sandra. Her breasts heaved with restrained passion, her nostrils flared, and her slit itched and burned to have the teen girl whom she worshipped and adored minister to her overwhelming erotic need.

When June had licked Sandra's foot thoroughly, she looked up to her teenlover for her next instruction.

"Do you want another treat, Junie baby."

"Yes, Sandra. Please give me another treat."

Sandra pulled her foot away from June's hand.

"Not until you do what I say."

June stood up in front of her Mistress.

"I'll do whatever you say, Sandra. Then can I have my treat. Then. Please."

June was shifting back and forth on her feet excitedly, just like a little girl who desperately wants a promised present.

Sandra smiled and tousled Junes hair once again.

"Yes, Junebug. Then you can have your treat."

"Now, have you still got our little friend in the back, Junebug."

"Yes, Sandra."

"Good. Let's go pay him a visit, shall we."

Sandra steered the two women to the back of June's little shop and through a door into the storage room.

"Why don't you close that door, sweetie. That way you and Paula baby girl can make all the hornynasty little noises you want to and nobody will hear us."

June did as she was instructed.

As soon as the door was closed, Sandra put a possessive hand on each of her pet' s hip and pulled them together. She slid her hands possessively along their cloth-covered flesh and smiled as both women began to shiver in wanton anticipation.

"Junebug and Paula baby girl. My two obedient little pets. I've waited a long time to get you two subbies together. You can't imagine what a turn on it is for me to have two big, grown up girls like you to do everything I tell you to."

"Now, Junebug. Where is he?"

June reached behind a box and pulled out what Sandra had been wanting.

"Here, Sandra."

The shop manager handed the teenager a long, thick, strap-on dildo. As the salacious object left her hand, June remembered the last time it had been in her fondling hand, and in her hungry mouth, and in her soppy pussy, and in her tight little bottom hole. She shivered all over her body at the prospect of having it used on her once more.

Sandra saw her hungry reaction to handling the strap-on and smiled.

"Junebug, Junebug. Poor little Junebug. But it's not for you today, darling. It's for Paula, here. She has never been porked by a dildo before, and I just can't wait another minute to see her face when this bad boy goes up her sniz."

June looked over at Paula, jealousy and envy ablaze in her eyes.

"And, guess what, Junie baby. I want you to be the one who initiates her into the sisterhood. And if you do exactly what I tell you, I'll let my little Junebug suckle me and have a taste of my little sniz, and even lick my tasty little bott bott hole for me 'cause I know that's an extra special treat for you, isn't it, honey?"

June smiled broadly.

"You want me to use the strap on on her?"

"Yes, Junebug. Does that prospect intreague you?"

June smiled all over her face.

"Yes, Sandra. And then, if I do good, I get to love you with my mouth, right Sandra?"

"That's right, sweetie. How about it."

"Oh yes, Sandra. Thank you, thank you."

June fell to her knees, hugged her arms around Sandra's legs and began nuzzling her cheek against the young girl's naked thigh.

"Would that make you happy, little Junebug?"

"Oh yes, Sandra."

Tears of joy were flowing out of the shop owner's eyes. Sandra would allow the older woman to love her after all.

Sandra looked over at Paula and smiled.

"She just can't help herself. Can she, Paula?"

Paula looked down at the store owner kneeling on the floor hugging her Mistress's bare legs and thought about how much she had in common with her.

"No, Mistress Sandra. She can't help herself. And neither can I. We both belong to you."

"Well, then. Let's get on with it. Get undressed, Junebug. I want you both bare ass so I can really have a show. It'll be such a blast making two grown up, slutty, thirty somethings like you get it on butt naked with this nasty ole strapon."

June immediately began unbuttoning her blouse.

"You too, Paula."

Paula also immediately pulled her croptop over her head and unsnapped her shortshorts and stepped out of them.

"Keel the heels on, Paula slut. You look just soooo slutty nasty in them and nothing else."

Paula did as she was told.

By the time Sandra looked back over at June, the woman was completely undressed except for her denure white cotton panties.

Sandra smiled at the sight of this mature woman in her mid-thirties, who, like Paula, had lost the first blush of her young womanhood. Still and all, though her small breasts sagged a trifle and her hips and rump were a little bit on the fleshy side, June looked good enough to eat.

And as for her willingness to obey Sandra, there was absolutely no question. Nor had there ever been from the first time Sandra had walked into her store to do some Christmas shopping and had seen right away that this was yet another submissive woman ready to be conquered and controlled by her.

Sandra found in June a mature woman who had demonstrated her willingness to serve her many times in the past three months. Now, she would demonstrate that willingness once again by using the strap-on on Paula. And Paula would prove her own willingness to obey by allowing a total stranger to fuck her pussy with a dildo. This was truly heaven for the seventeen year old dom.

"Stop, Junebug. You know how much I like taking those panties off you."

June straightened up and stood still as Sandra came to her. The teenager gripped the waistband of the sheer panties and tugged them away from June's flat midriff as hard as she could. The material tore and the panties were literally ripped from June's body. Sandra held the torn material up to her nose and breathed in deeply.

"You HAVE missed me, haven't you, sweetie," Sandra purred as she walked over to Paula.

"Open your mouth, Paula baby girl, and let me give you a treat."

The naked teacher did as she was told. Sandra stuffed June's torn panties inside Paula's mouth and stepped back to admire her wanton handiwork.

"Can you taste her, Paula slut."

Paula nodded her head 'yes.'

"Does our little Junebug taste good to you, baby girl."

Another nod of assent.

"Well, If you're good and do what I tell you, I'll let you have some of the real thing later on, ok?."

Another nod.

"Ok then. Paula, get on the floor doggie style and let Junebug use that nice big strapon on you."

Paula immediately got on all fours on the storeroom floor.

"Come here, Junebug, and let me fit you out."

June came to where Sandra was standing, and the seventeen year old held the strap-on while June stepped through the leg holes. Then the teenager fitted the strap-on around her waist so that the inside rubbed salaciously against her erected clitoris every time the woman moved. Sandra did not let the opportunity go by without playing a little with the store owner's hungry slit. The seventeen year old smiled as she felt June's wetness.

"Now be a good girl and walk around in front of Paula so she can get the bad old dildo all wet with her spit. You remember how you did that for me last time, don't you, baby."

"Yes, Sandra."

June walked around until she was right in front of Paula, whose face was level with the hanging plastic penis.

"Suck it good, Paula. Pretend it's Mike, or Bud, or Buck."

Paula smiled lewdly, and opened her hungry lips as wide as she could, and allowed June to thrust the dildo inside where she licked and slurped it until she had gotten it all slicky with her saliva. All the while, Sandra was using one hand to play impudently with June's backside and the other to rove in Sandra's hair. Both women were well along into their turn on and Sandra's ministrations only stoked the flames, which is what she wanted, of course.

When it was obvious by her whimpers and wanton gyrations that Paula really wanted to have the dildo inside her quim, Sandra ordered June to get behind her and stick it in as hard and as fast as she could. Paula moaned and whined as June touched the very tip of the plastic phallus to the lower edge of her pussy, and thrust back to capture it. June suddenly pushed her hips forward and the dildo drove home deep into Paula's soppy slit.

"Oh God. That feels sooooooo good, Mistress Sandra," Paula squealed with satiated delight as the artificial penis rammed deep into her.

As the two women began their thrust and counter-thrust, Sandra stepped back to watch. She liked what she saw intensely. Both women were obviously hot as pokers. Their faces were distorted with torrid lust. Sweat filmed on their joined smooth bodies. Their nipples were fully erect and dark pink. Their breathing was labored.

"Fuck her good, Junie. I want to see that flat tummy of yours slapping against her plump little teacher butty butt."

June needed no instruction on how to use a strapon. Sandra had taught her everything she knew the last time the two women were together. June just did to Paula what Sandra had done to her, only more so.

As for Paula, she was totally caught up in being fucked by another woman. She panted, she squealed, she cried out, she laughed out loud. She was in heaven. The juxtaposition of the thick phallus inside her and June's sweat drenched, smooth, soft, feminine body sliding along her bent back sent Paula closer and closer to the edge.

"Now, Junebug. Jerk it out and stick that thing up her asshole. Do it right now, bitch."

Before Paula could cry out, June had pulled out of her snatch and had jammed the dildo far up her rectum. The only thing that saved the submissive teacher was the fact that her pussy had lubricated the dildo enough that it slid home relatively easily. Still, the pain in her rear end was sufficient to make her scream in agony. Sandra laughed out loud at her pet's anguished suffering, and even June allowed herself a congratulatory giggle.

"Keep drilling, Junebug. The more the subby little teacherbitch screams, the longer you get to use that sweet mouth of yours on me later on."

June gleefully took Sandra at her word and kept ramming the dildo home inside Paula's ravaged bottom hole. Paula's loud screams of pain were music to her ears, because she knew that Sandra was as good as her promise about letting the shop owner lick her tasty bits for as long as she made Paula suffer.

But, as June's tormenting drilling progressed, Paula's pain was overlaid by and then completely replaced by a growing wanton hunger for release. Her squeals of pain slowly turned to little whimpers of ecstasy. Then, unabashedly, the subby teacher reached a hand under herself and began frigging her stiff clit and drippy labia for all she was worth.

Sandra saw what her pet was up to and clapped her hands in approval as Paula drove herself over the top into a blinding crash of orgasms. The mucus secretions inside her gushed out and dripped down her thigh. And as June slammed into her, some of Paula's cum actually got on the other woman's leg as well.

"Stop, Junebug. Pull out of her asshole and stick that nasty thing in her mouth as far as it will go so she can get it all squeaky clean for us."

June immediately stopped thrusting into the other woman's rosette, walked around to her front and shoved the streaked plastic dildo into her open mouth. Paula avidly sucked on the slick dildo as if it were a lollipop. She could taste her cunt and her shitter too, and the taste drove her into another orgasm. She was becoming addicted to humiliation. Sandra was putting the finishing touches on the older woman's total thralldom.

When Sandra was satisfied that the dildo was squeaky clean, she helped June out of it and laid it on top of a nearby box.

June immediately began making little jumping motions of almost unrestrained anticipation.

"I want my treat now, Sandra. I was good, and I want my treat now. Please."

"You do?"

"Yessssss. I want my treat now. Please."

"Well, ok. But you gotta beg me for it like the submissive little slut you are."

June immediately got down on her knees and hugged Sandra's bare legs.

"Please Sandra. Please. I was good. Please. I was very good. I fucked her like you told me. I made her scream and scream. I want my treat. Please Sandra, please."

Sandra patted June's head.

"That's my good girl."

The seventeen year old immediately slipped out of her clothes and sat her beautiful, naked self down on a box. She patted her thigh and motioned for June to attend her. As for Paula, the freshly fucked and orgasmed sub teacher lay down quietly in a corner of the storeroom to watch Jule lick her young mistress all up and to await Sandra's further pleasure.

For the next hour, Sandra allowed June to worship her with her sweet, full woman mouth. June licked and slurped. She sucked and nibbled. She ate and drank. And all the time Sandra just let her feast to her heart's content. After all, she had most definitely earned her treat. And besides, it felt so good.

At the end of the hour, June was rewarded by having the pleasure of tasting Sandra's full-blown orgasm. The older woman greedily licked up every last sticky drop that Sandra secreted. And her dessert was Sandra's permission to lick all the accumulated sweat from the teenager's sweet armpits. By the avid way the older woman bent to her task, Sandra knew that June would now be hers forever as well. What a wonderful thing to bring yet another grown up woman under her spell.

When the hour was over, Sandra, June, and Paula were all content and happy. Sandra slowly got dressed and allowed her two pets to do likewise.

"Now, before we go, I want you two pets to become true sisters. And the only way you can do that is by trading slobber with each other. So put your lips together and french each other until your slobber is all mixed together.

The two mature women, who had not even met until that day, did as they were ordered by their mutual Mistress. They kissed wantonly and mixed their saliva until it was one comingled gobbet that they transferred from one hot mouth to the other. Without being ordered to, their hands roved over each other's bodies and their groins rubbed wantonly against each other. Sandra could see where this was leading and stopped the two hungry women before things got out of hand.

"That's enough for now, girls. You can have more of each other sometime soon. And this time, I'll let you pork June, Paula. How about that?"

"Thank you, Mistress Sandra."

"Good girls. Now lets go back into the store and you can wrap that bad boy up for us, June. I have a little boyfriend at home that I'm dying to try it on."

The three female lovers left the storeroom, and soon Sandra and Paula were back on the mall hall, carrying their hard plastic friend with them. June was left behind with more wonderful memories of submissiveness and the hope that she would be allowed to do more of the same sometime soon.

As they walked along hand in hand, Sandra suddenly spied the two young women customers whom she had run out of June's shop.

"Stand here, Paula, and don't wander off."

Sandra walked over to the two young women and whispered something to them. They giggled and nodded their heads, then headed off in the direction Sandra and Paula had just come from.

Sandra sauntered back to where her teacher submissive was waiting for her.

"I told those two foxes about June's love of using that sweet tongue of hers. I suspect that her shop is going to be closed for the rest of the afternoon once they get there."

Paula smiled contentedly as Sandra took her hand and they continued down the mall hall.

Sandra and Paula had reached the mall entrance when the seventeen year old looked over at her teacher sub with a truly evil gleam in her eye.

"Now, Paula. It's time to go home. But before we do, I have a little job for you sweetie, out in the parking lot."

Paula shivered with a flash of fear, but Sandra's reassuring hand on her flank made her forget about everything except her desire to serve her Mistress.

When they got to the car, Paula opened the passenger side door for her Mistress, who immediately sat down on the seat, but with her legs out of the car.

"Kneel down in front of me, Paula"

The older woman looked around and saw several people walking to and from their cars. She stood very still.

"Don't make me have to tell you again, Paula."

Sandra's voice was dripping with restrained menace.

Paula immediately dropped to her knees and knelt on the warm blacktop facing her young Mistress.

Sandra slowly spread her thighs until they were as wide as her skirt would allow.

"Paula, I've got to tinkle right now real bad. Get your slut face in there and keep me from getting my car seat all wet."

Paula looked over her shoulder. A pair of young teenage girls who had been on their way inside had stopped to see what was going on.

"Paula!"

Sandra's voice was as hard and as sharp as an icicle.

The older woman turned back around and slid herself forward on the blacktop until her face was well between Sandra's knees. Sandra closed her legs and enfolded her teacher sub with her smooth teen girl thighs, pulling her toward the center of her being. Paula inched her face forward until she was right up against Sandra's slit.

When she was sure by Paula's kiss on her flesh that she was positioned properly, Sandra gave a little grunt and relaxed her urethra. A hot jet of golden girl urine shot out of her body and right into Paula's waiting mouth.

"What is that lady doing to you," asked one of the young girls, shyly.

"She's drinking up all my nice hot pee pee, honey," Sandra said unabashedly as Paula continued to gulp her down.

"What."

"The lady is drinking my pee pee. I had to go and she likes drinking my piss. She likes it a lot."

"She likes it," chimed in the other girl incredulously.

"Sure she likes it."

Paula, who could barely hear the conversation, began to cry big tears of humiliation. But she knew enough not to stop slurping and gulping.

The two adolescent mall rats edged closer to the car so they could get a real good look at this grown woman with her face up against the crotch of a girl not that much older than them. They wanted to see as much as it was possible to see.

When Sandra finished she looked at the two girls.

"What are your names, girls?"

"I'm Marlene Wells," said the less shy of the two.

"And I'm Kris Bates."

How long were you planning to stay at the mall, today?"

Marlene looked directly at Sandra.

"My mom let us off for the whole afternoon. She has to work and won't pick us up for about eight hours."

"Hmmmmmmm. How would you girls like to come back home with us for the afternoon so I can show you all the fun things I can make her do. Would you like that?"

The two very young girls looked at each other.

Marlene walked up very close to Sandra so she could whisper.

"I've got to pee real bad right now. Can you make her drink my pee, too?"

Sandra smiled sweetly.

"Can you wait till we get home, I don't want to call too much attention to us."

Marlene giggled. This was so weird. She could barely imagine this grown woman being forced to drink her girl pee, and she could certainly hold it for a bit.

"Sure, I can wait a little bit, but I really gotta go."

"Well, if you can wait for ten minutes, I'll make sure you get to pee right in her mouth. I'll make her hold her mouth wide open so you can see it going in. And I'll make her keep her eyes open while she's doing it, too."

Kris had slipped up behind her friend.

"Me too," the girl whispered.

"Yes, Kris. You too."

The little girls looked at each other and smirked wickedly. then they both nodded their heads.

Sandra grabbed a handful of Paula's hair and tugged until the teacher was looking her right in the eye.

"Get up now, Paula and drive me and my new friends home. Time to play."

Paula, who still had the acrid taste of her Mistress in her mouth, immediately did as she was bidden. Marlene and Kris got in the back seat and leaned over the front so they could watch whatever Sandra did to Paula. Sandra turned around in the car seat and closed the door. And Paula slipped behind the wheel and closed her door."

"Paula," Sandra said softly.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," the submissive teacher replied.

"Do you still love me, baby girl?"

Paula nodded her head, even as the tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I still love you.

She could hardly get the words out, she was so choked up.

"I know you do, baby girl. And just think. We have another five days to go before the end of Spring Break."

Sandra put her hand on her teacher's thigh and began sliding it along the smooth surface. She was rewarded with two incredulous teenage girl gasps from the back seat.

"Now unzip those tight short shorts of yours Paula so these nice little girls can watch me feel you up on the way home."

Paula smiled because she had hoped Sandra would order her to do just that.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra.

EVEN MORE

While the girls were dressing and preparing to be dropped off back at the mall, Sandra slipped away into the living room and made a quick phone call. When she had made her arrangements for the evening, she sauntered back into Paula's bedroom, all smiles.

---Sandra and Kathy get Paula dressed in a micro and croptop

--get Paula to drive the girls back to the mall while Sandra indulges in her usual play and Kathy takes liberties with the mallrats

--drop the girls off at the mall with promises of a repeat performance

"Paula cunt, you have become such a degenerate little subby slut that I think you need to go to church and confess all those sins you have committed."

--order Paula to drive them over to her church.

For once, Sandra drove Paula's car. But driving didn't stop the vicious girl from using her right hand to molest her teacher who sat with her bare legs wide open so that her hungry pussy could spasm around the cunning fingers her mistress thrust deep inside of her. From the back seat, Kathy watched the goings on with a wide eyed enthusiasm that spoke of her own desire to torment her mother.

When they arrived at Rev. Stokes' church, Sandra ordered everyone out. She could see the impatient preacher waiting for them, and she smiled to herself thinking how far along she had brought the good reverend in such a short time..

Rev. Stokes was anxiously waiting at the open front door of the little neighborhood church to welcome her three dissolute communicants; Paula, Kathy, and Sandra. From the restless way she paced back and forth along the threshhold, it was apparent to Sandra that the willowy redhaired priest was chafing to get on with the salacious scene her young girl lover had promised to her over the phone earlier that day. Observing Rev. Stokes' almost frantic pacing made Sandra so very happy, for she wanted Rev. Stokes to be agitated and anxious. Rev. Stokes had every reason to believe that Sandra was as good as her word in such matters, but she also knew Sandra had her vicious side that was perfectly capable of inflicting great psychological suffering. She so hoped that Sandra was not in one of her "moods" tonight.

The tall, shapely, mid-thirties priest had been the pastor of Paula's church for several years now, and therefore had a long acquaintance with the female teacher and her family, especially her daughter, Kathy. Her familiarity with Sandra, who had begun attending services in her parish only since the beginning of the last month, while it lacked in longevity, more than made up for it in intimacy.

It seems that Sandra had immediately recognized in Rev. Shiela Stokes the sort of submissive and sexually needy soul she could control and manipulate. Almost from the first time the young girl had taken communion in her church, Rev Stokes had become aware that this young girl knew all about her, and that Sandra knew that she knew. At the time of Sandra's first communion in Rev. Stokes' church, the seventeen year old had impudently reached up her hands and interlaced her long, supple fingers with those of the female priest around the Eucharist wafer. This was Sandra's first test of how far she could go with the good reverend. And it paid off.

Instead of drawing back, Rev. Stokes had submissively allowed Sandra to take the wafer completely out of her hands and put it in her own mouth all on her own. Then, when Sandra finally took her hand away from her mouth, the flustered female priest had not been able to prevent herself from deftly caressing the young girl's outstretched fingers with her own in a manner that could mean only one thing.

From that point on, Sandra had taken it upon herself to seduce her priest into a sultry intimate affair with her. Why? Because the seventeen year old had been her usual calculating, observant self where Rev. Stokes was concerned. Sandra had quickly discerned the sly way that Rev. Stokes surreptitously ogled her female communicants and their ample charms during service and the cunning manner she had of finding stealthy opportunities to stroke and fondle them while at the alter rail or while she was hugging them in spiritual greeting after church.. Rev. Stokes spent most of her efforts going for the young, tasty girls. Sandra watched and noted Rev. Stokes' behavior, and her thoughts turned, as they always did, to daydreams of the older woman serving her sick, sexual desires.

To a young sapphic dominant of Sandra's sagacity in these matters, here was clearly someone who shared her own sordid predilections, or could certainly be led to pursue them more blatently by someone as seductive and persuasive as Sandra. Therefore, here was someone with whom to ally, or at least to appear to ally, to further their mutual purposes. Of course, any such alliance would perforce always be unequal, with Sandra herself as the decidedly senior partner.

In the past month, Sandra had come to Rev. Stokes often for "counseling" at the little parsonage a block away from the church. Given Rev. Stoke's obvious hunger for girl loving, it was certainly no great feat for Sandra to sexually seduce the older woman, once she set her mind to it. It became painfully obviously after just a couple "counseling" sessions just how very much Rev. Stokes craved her sexy teen body and how much oif her own will she would surrender to obtain it. And since the reverend's initial barriers of conscience had been overcome, the two females had spent many blissful hours discovering each other's secret, sensuous, and sensative places; had entertwined their naked, desire-heated bodies and their lust-wet tongues.

During one of these sapphic monkey love marathons, Sandra had compelled the good reverend to confess to her domineering teen lover just how sensuously drawn she was to the lythe and fresh bodies of the young girls who came to her church. Sandra had immediately begun to plot and scheme with her spiritual co-conspirator about some of the delicious ways in which the older woman might actually be allowed to realize her sapphic and pedophilic fantasies with the callow female members of her thriving little parish, and perhaps some of their mothers as well. Sandra would agree to bring her teen girlfriends to the parsonage for "counseling," and even help with the seductions. Then, when they had gathered enough evidence of these little Sapphic trysts, Sandra and Rev. Stokes would threaten exposure unless the girls brought their moms along. But Sandra and Rev. Stokes agreed that they would only blackmail the pretty mommys. This made them both giggle like little girls.

Sandra was most certainly willing to help, so long as she retained the whip hand, and so long as she got her share of the mommys.

As the two females reclined together after their torrid love making sessions, Sandra took great delight in painting lush and lurid verbal pictures of just what she had in mind while Rev. Stokes dutifully continued to lave her young lover's most intimate places with a willing and hungry tongue. In her own mind, the seventeen year old painted even more lurid pictures that involved turning the tables on her voluptuous priest lover once and for all, and making her into the insatiable, servile sexual plaything of her parish girls rather than their wanton mistress. Only time would tell. And no matter how things turned out, Sandra would get her share of the mommys.

The reality of the moment suddenly brought Sandra out of her reverie.

"Good evening, Paula," Rev. Stokes said, her sweet voice brimming with welcome and beatific joy as she placed her soft hand on the teacher's cheek and slid her finger along the trembling jawline.

Paula lowered her gaze.

"Good evening, Reverend Stokes," Paula replied in a restrained tone of voice, quite unsure of where this was all leading.

"Good evening, Kathy."

"Hi," the fifteen year old giggled, observing closely just how quickly Rev. Stokes' dissolute caress was turning her mother on sexually. By now, the young girl knew all the signs.

"And a good evening to you too, Sandra," smiled the priest.

"Yes, Shiela. It will be," Sandra purred as she slowly extended her hand and allowed it to rove salaciously along the outside of one of Rev. Stokes' large braless breasts thrusting proudly against her priestly robe. At Sandra's touch, the priest instinctively stepped back a pace, but quickly caught herself up short after looking at Sandra's disapproving visage. She immediately moved back toward the trio so that Sandra could continue to caress her. It always felt so good to the priestly woman to have this sexy teenager's hands on her body.

Sandra smiled at how well behaved her preacher lady had become, leaned forward, and gave Rev. Stokes a sensuous little teasing kiss on the lips as a reward. Then she motioned for them all to go inside the church.

When all four females were inside the vestibule of the little sanctuary, Rev. Stokes produced a key and locked the church door with a resounding click.

"No need to allow anyone to disturb our private little service, is there?"

"No, Reverend Stokes," Paula said quietly, wanton realization beginning to dawn in her mind. Was her female priest going to defile her body right here in her own church? Right now in the sight of God?

"That's right, Paula baby girl," Sandra giggled as she allowed her other hand to slide around her teacher slave's protruding rear end so tightly encased in her too snug short shorts. Paula felt Sandra's hand on her flank and shivered all over her body.

"No reason at all."

"That's right, Mommiekins," Kathy chimed in as she nuzzled up against her mother's other flank. She gave Paula's left earlobe a sexy little tongue flick, chuckeling as her mother sucked in her breath at the feel of her daughter's wicked expression of lust.

Rev. Stokes led the tthree communicants right down to the front of the small sanctuary and indicated that they should all take their places in the front pew. Kathy entered first, followed by Paula and Sandra. Once in the pew, Sandra pulled down the kneeling pad and all three kneeled facing the alter.

Seeing that her congregation was ready to receive the word, Rev. Stokes stepped up onto the alter platform and took her usual place at the lecturn, just as if she were about to give her Sunday sermon. Which, in fact, is exactly what she began to do.

While Rev. Stokes rambled on joyfully about God's love and other such prattle, her piercing eyes never left her three kneeling communicants. Sandra, sensing that she had Sheila Stokes' full attention, smiled sweetly as she nonchalantly began to remove Paula's top so she could fondle her teacher's tantalizing and vulnerable body more accessably. Paula just kneeled there in shocked embarrassment as her mistress removed her top completely, exposing her ample breasts to the now salavating priest. Paula's only response to this salacious uncovering of her breasts was to turn a rosy flush of embarassment.

Then, while Rev. Stokes continued to drone on, Sandra leaned over her subby teacher and began playing lewdly with her nipples, pinching, tweaking, pulling at the sensitive nubbins while Paula just kneeled there. There was a decided catch in Rev. Stokes's voice as Sandra ever so slowly lowered her head and began suckling and nibbling on Paula's turgid nipple flesh. Paula tried and tried but she just could not keep from squealing out loud as Sandra bit down expecially hard on one of her erect, throbbing nipples. Rev. Stokes continued doggedly on in spite of Paula's squealing. But somewhere in the back of her mind was a growing fit of jealousy that it should be Paula and not she who was being played with so viciously by Sandra. But with the fit came a growing desire to punish Paula for being the object of Sandra's lust instead of the good reverend. As she continued her sermon, Rev. Stokes was formulating the perfect revenge plot.

At the same time that Sandra was fondling and mouthing her teacher so lewdly, Kathy began to sensuously rub her slim, young body up against her mother's left side. She hugged Paula fiercely and rested her head on her mother's bare shoulder, her fingers playing sensuously with the nape of the older woman's neck. Then she began to nuzzle Paula's neck and lick her ear all around the inside surface.

"You love it, don't you Mommy, the young girl whispered into Paula's ear. And Paula could do nothing but nod her head. She tried as best she could to stifle her moans and squeals of lust pain, but they escaped out into the sanctuary for Rev. Stokes to hear and enjoy. As her mistress and daughter continued shamelessly to minister to her rosy hued body, Paula began to glow with wanton animal stirrings and banked sexual hunger.

When Sandra had finished using her mouth on her teacher's breasts, she slid her hand slowly back and forth along the inside of Paula's smooth thigh, and, in her turn, Paula spread her knees as far apart on the kneeling rail as she could so that her young mistress could explore her intimate places more easily. But before Sandra could reach her hand into the older woman's short short crotch, Kathy stole a march on her and forcefully unzipped her mother's front. Then both teenagers entertwined their probing, teasing fingers in a frenzied Paula frig. Paula lost all restraint at this point and began to pant and squeal openly.

Shiela Stokes looked down from the lecturn, watching every move of Sandra's and Kathy's insistent hands and ravenous mouths. The preacher stammered, her delivery faltered, and she was constantly having to find her place again. By the conclusion of Rev. Stokes' sermon, Sandra and Kathy had contrived to strip Paula completely bare, leaving her naked as the day she was born, kneeling in the sanctuary with blood-gorged turgid nipples and lust-moistened labia; sweat drenched and incredibly needy of sexual release.

And now it was time for Rev. Stokes to execute her plan of revenge. And she knew without doubt that Sandra wouldn't mind one bit.

"Let's go on to the communion service, shall we," Rev. Stokes asked in a husky voice.

"Sounds right to me, Shiela," Sandra spoke up from her place on the kneeling rail.

"Do you want to take communion from Rev. Stokes now, Paula baby girl?"

Paula looked at Sandra with unfocused eyes. So lost was she in her lust that she did not understand the question.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Sandra's spanking hand stung the teacher's breasts.

"What, Mistress Sandra?"

Sandra leaned away from her teacher slave.

"I said, do you want Reverend Stokes to give you communion, you dear little teacher slut cunt, you?"

"I guess so, Mistress Sandra. If that's what you want me to do."

"Oh yes, Paula. Now we all know how very much you've sinned over the past few days, don't we. And I want you to be absolved so you can sin some more for me. Right?"

Sandra leaned forward and kissed her teacher long and lovingly on the mouth. Paula returned the kiss with ravenous fervor.

When Sandra finally pulled her face away, Paula was panting and pale with lust.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I want to get absolution from my sins so I can sin some more with you."

Kathy grabbed her mother's ponytail and yanked her head around so the two were eye to eye.

"And what about me, Mommy girl? Do you want to keep on sinning with me, too?"

"Oh yes, Kathy," Paula gushed. "I want that a whole lot."

By this time, Rev. Stokes had pulled a little three legged stool over to her side of the alter rail and was seating herself gingerly on it. As Sandra, Kathy, and Paula looked over her way, they instatly observed that the tall priest had arranged her robe so as to expose her long, creamy white legs from her slippers all the way to her pantied crotch. All three females mentally licked their lips at the salacious sight of their priest nearly naked from the waist down. Her long legs were satin smooth, well muscled, and inviting.

"Lets go over to the alter rail, Paula, so you can take communion and be absolved from all your nasty sins," Sandra whispered into her teacher's right ear. Although they hadn't planned the next phase of Paula's undoing beforehand, Sandra was willing to let Rev. Stokes carry things forward. At least for a while.

Paula had no idea where this was leading, but she was committed to go along with anything her mistress desired. All three stood and walked over to the alter rail where Sandra and Kathy forced Paula to kneel right between Rev. Stokes' outstretched thighs.

Rev. Stokes began reading the communion service as Paula stared right into her pantie-clad crotch. As the reading continued, Sandra and Kathy nuzzled the hapless subby teacher, firing up her sensual hungers almost beyond her ability to bear it. By the time Rev. Stokes got to the actual part where the communicants were supposed to consume the bread and wine, Paula was almost faint with lusty, sick desire. Her labia itched as though they had been rubbed in black pepper.

"Do you, Paula Beale, desire to be absaolved from all your sins and be restored to faith through the consumption of the body and blood of your true savior represented here by the person of your priest?"

Paula looked up into the smiling face of her priest. Her loins ached with a burning desire for release. She could feel Sandra's fingertips stroking her erect clitoris while Kathy pulled and pinched her labia, depriving her of the release she so desperately desired. This whole business was just so sick, but by this time so was Paula.

"I do."

Rev. Stokes raised herself nimbly off of the stool and Sandra and Kathy, as if on cue, proceded to take hold of her panty waistband and slide her tight panties slowly, tantalizingly, off her ample hips and down well past her knees.

"Paula. Place your head on the stool, my daughter. Face up."

With the able assistance of Sandra and Kathy, Paula turned her lush naked body so that her breasts and vulva were facing the church ceiling and then she placed the back of her head solidly on the little stool. Fom this vantage point, the wanton teacher could look right into Rev. Stokes' smooth vulva and plumb derrier. And she smiled in wanton anticipation.

Time at last for Rev. Stokes to consummate her revenge.

"Then open your mouth and receive the body of your true savior, you depraved sinner."

Shocked and humiliated by the venem of Rev. Stokes' words, Paula nevertheless opened her mouth wide and Rev. Stokes slowly sat her firm, soft skinned buns right down on the teacher's face. When she was seated properly, Rev. Stokes bent her body forward and gave a little grunt. Thus it was that Paula got to eat the leftovers of what Rev. Stokes had digested yesterday. The good reverend had had a large dinner. So Paula was treated to a veritable feast of the body of Lucifer whom she acknowledged thereby to be her true savior. And she dutifully and happily ate up every last morcel. For now Paula knew herself to be nothing other than a child of the devil, fit for nothing but everlasting torment.

"Oh Mommiekins," Kathy said quietly, watching what her mother was doing. "That is so sick. I love it."

As she sucked, and chewed, and swallowed, Paula felt roving and punishing female hands all over her naked body. They were the hands of her mistress, and her daughter, and her priest. The hands opened her, and they probed her, and they pinched her, and they squueezed her, and they made her cry out from time to time; either in extatic pleasure or in excruciating pain. But they never gave her the releast she needed. Her torment increased.

Her puffy slit dripped like a faucet. The alter carpeting was stained with her lustful secretions. The creamy flesh of her inner thighs glistened with lust dew. She writhed and wriggled, but she never stopped eating; not for one second.

When Rev. Stokes could produce no more "true savior food," she raised herself gingerly up off of her supplicant's upturned face. Paula cried pitiously up at her priest and begged her spiritual leader to have mercy on her and deliver her from the ravening torment in which her body suffered. But Rev. Stokes only smiled down at her.

"Not yet, slut. I haven't finished with you."

Paula cried out in pain and sex hunger, but her tormenters only laughed at her. Rev. Stokes leaned right over Paula's upturned and tear streaked face.

"And now, Paula. Do you wish to be clensed of your sin in the blood of your true savior?"

At those words spoken so viciously by her priest, Paula came to herself, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and wantonly licked off the residue of her priest's gift. Now that she knew who she really was, Paula knew just what to say.

"Yes, Reverend Stokes. I do."

Rev. Stokes took a step back from the little stool and squatted right over Paula's mouth. It was only then that the teacher noticed the little white string that protruded from Rev. Stokes' shaved and lust puffy vulva.

Sandra smiled at Paula's look of anxious surprise.

"Now Paula, be a good little subby slut for Mistress Sandra and go on and take out Reverend Stokes' nasty tampon for her so you can feast on the blood of your true savior."

Paula was so mesmerized and so in need of release that it never entered her mind to do anything other than what she had been ordered to do by her young mistress. She reached up her trenbling hand and deftly tugged on the little white string until the long, saturated tampon came sliding out of its snug lodgement.

Sandra was ready with a paper napkin and quickly and effortlessly took the tampon away from her teacher slave.

"Now, go on, Paula. Drink."

Paula gave one last, lost look before Rev Stokes squatted down on her face, covering her mouth with her nether lips.

"Oooooh, Mommy. That's so gross."

The wanton teacher began to lick and drink down what Rev. Stokes bestowed on her. And as she tasted the pungent, ferrus taste, the cunning little hands of her tormentors returned again to their wicked task. Paula moaned into the depths of her priest's open vagina and wriggled her body in a desparate attempt to get herself off somehow. But still they would not allow her to cum.

"This is an especially heavy day for me, Sandra. So our dear daughter Paula will be sure to get enough salvation to absolve her from even the sins that she has committed."

Sandra smiled, leaned over her teacher's writhing body, and kissed Sheila Stokes full on the mouth.

"I'm so glad," Sandra said when she finally came up for air.

"I have so many more sins in mind for her over the next week that if she weren't absolved from her previous ones, her soul would surely break apart. This starts her out virgin fresh."

Sandra laughed loudly and began french kissing Rev. Stokes once more. As their tongues entertwined, Rev. Stokes let her mind dwell on just how wonderful it truly was to be soul kissed by a full bodied, sexy young girl while having your period engorded slit eaten out for you at the same time.

By this time, Paula and Sandra's oral ministrations were having a decidedly dramatic effect upon Rev. Stokes. Her face was flushed, her limbs trembled, and her breathing came in panting whimpers.

"Oh Sandra, dear. There is absolutely nothing in this world like having your snatch eaten out when you are on your period." The priest panted out the words.

Sandra smiled.

"Yes, Sheila. I know."

Rev. Stokes giggled like a schoolgirl and cried out with childlike little squeals of extasy as orgasm after ripping orgasm slashed through her taut body until finally she slid weakly and resignedly off of Paula's still upturned face.

The area around the teacher's lips was smeared with a thick pinkish residue, and there was a broad smile all over her contented fact. For it seems that somewhere during the process of tasting her priest, Paula had finally gotten herself off. But she was the only one in the church who knew when that was because her own orgasmic cries had been so effectively muffled by Rev. Stokes' slit.

But Sandra could tell from the look on Paula's fact that she had somehow managed to cum. To confirm her suspicions, Sandra unceremoniously jabbed her first two fingers deep into her teacher's soppy pussy. There was the telltale cyprienne fluid, cloying and tacky.

Sandra pulled out two coated fingers and held them up for all to see.

"Paula baby girl. You'll pay for that later. You are a nasty little slut; cumming without permission. Bad girl."

"I'm sorry, Mistress Sandra," Paula slid to the church floor, her head downcast and her face solumn.

Sandra stomped her foot in fury.

"I bet you're not sorry now, but you will be when I get through with you."

Paula began to cry softly because she knew that Sandra was absolutely right about her being sorry later.

Sandra reached over and put her hand behind Rev. Stokes' head. Then she pulled the priest's face right to her fingers.

"Open up Shiela, and I'll give you a taste of what you caused."

Rev. Stokes shook her head 'no.' It was clear from every inch of her body language that she did not want to taste Paula's secretions.

"Sheila!"

There was clear threat in Sandra's raised voice. Sandra just had to demonstrate her power over Rev. Stokes to the others present, even Paula.

"Sandra, please. No. I don't want to. Please don't make me."

"Shiela!"

Rev. Stokes looked Sandra right in the eye and saw the coiled serpent there ready to strike. The older woman blinked, shivered once, then resignedly she opened her mouth to receive what Sandra proffered to her. Sandra placed her two fingers on Rev. Stokes' outstretched tongue.

"Suck her nasty cum off my fingers, Sheila. Do it right this second."

Rev. Stokes closed her eyes and did as she was told until Sandra's fingers were squeaky clean. At which point, Sandra removed them, reached down, dipped them nonchalantly back into the caundrom that was Paula's vagina, and proferred them once more, sticky and coated with secretions."

"Once again, Sheila dear. I want to see you slurp her puss puss wet like a good slut. Do it for me now."

Rev. Stokes obediently opened her mouth once more and sucked away Paula's pungent secretions.

"That's my good little priest slut. Soon enough, I'll force you to eat her cunt out without the benefit of an intermediary finger. But that can wait for now."

Rev. Stokes shivered all over her body, but she kept on sucking around Sandra's fingers until they were clean once more.

Sandra looked over at Kathy whose eyes were big as saucers watching the salacious goings on.

"Are you all hot and runny, Kath."

"Oh yeah, Sandra," the fifteen year old admitted.

"Well, that's good. Because our Shiela here has already been telling me just exactly how much she's been wanting to get her long, wet tongue way deep inside little girls'slits just like yours. Haven't you, Sheila sweet?"

Rev. Stokes blushed all over her face and chest.

"Haven't you, Sheila?"

Rev. Stokes lowered her eyes.

"Yes, Sandra," she whispered.

"How much, doll? How much do you hunger to eat out little girls like Kathy?"

Rev. Stokes could not meet Sandra's gaze, but she knew that she had to tell anyway.

"Oh Sandra. Very much."

Sandra smiled over at her wanton priest lover.

"Well, now's as good a time as any, Shiela sweet. Kathy, why don't you let your nasty priest lady slut have a little treat."

Sandra looked back over at Rev. Stokes.

"You know you just can't wait to taste her sweet pussy. Can you, doll?"

Rev. Stokes finally got up the courage to look Sandra in the eye.

"No Sandra. I can't wait!"

"Well then. Do you want your sniz snuzzled by old Shiela slut, Kathy? You can see she really wants to."

"Sure, Sandra," Kathy giggled.

"I just love it when full grown women like our dear Shiela here have a hunger to eat me out. They do such a great job at getting me off. Just like my mommy girl."

Kathy was out of her top and shorts in next to no time. There she stood, young, lush, and naked in front of her mother, her lover, and her priest. Rev. Stokes' ravenous eyes locked on the slender, graceful body, and the hunger to touch it with her hands and with her tongue rose up to overwhelm all her other senses.

Sandra looked at the way Rev. Stokes salivated at the sight of Kathy's young body.

"Oh yeah," she giggled. "She wants it all right."

Kathy flashed a big smile, lay her naked body on one of the pews, and put her foot on the floor, thereby splaying her long legs and opening her coral colored slit to the famished gaze of her priest. Truth to tell, Sheila Stokes had dreamed of just such a torrid scenario for years. And now, Sandra, her teen lover, was making the dream come true. How could the priest refuse her anything at all? Kathy was going to allow her to snuzzle her face in the girl's nether regions, to lap her slit, to lick her clitty bud, to browse around her dainty pink rosette, and do just any little thing she set her heart on. This was heaven on earth; finally.

Sandra saw the lustful gleam in Rev. Stokes' eyes.

"Beg me, Shiela. Get down on your knees right this second and beg me pretty please to let you eat her sweet pussy."

Rev. Stokes immediately got down on her knees in front of her teen lover.

"Please Sandra. Please let me taste Kathy. Pretty please."

The older woman hugged Sandra's legs for all she was worth; her desperate tears were wetting the seventeen year old's thighs.

"OK, doll. But you better get naked first. I want to see you all bare and beautiful as you slurp our little Kathy here. Seeing you bare ass will make it so much better for me while I watch you get her off. And, if you do a real good job, I might be persuaded to make our little Paula return the favor for you one more time."

Rev. Stokes was out of her vestments in no time at all. When Sandra saw the priest humbly standing before her, stark naked, as she had so many times before, the young girl marveled yet again at how fortunate she was to have such mesmerizing powers over the adult women in her life.

"Kathy hon, why don't you frig yourself a little to get the juices flowing for our hungry little priest slut."

"Sure Sandra," Kathy agreed as she used her long fingers to open up her nether lips and play with herself wantonly while the others hungrily watched.

"You know, Shiela," Sandra said softly, "While Kathy is getting herself all ready for you, you could be using that tongue on me as a warm up. I mean, since you're down there on your knees and all already."

Rev. Stokes looked up the seventeen year old's miniskirted legs and directly into Sandra's pantieless crotch. The teenager smiled down on her, slowly hiked her skirt up around her hips, and spread her thighs as wide as she could.

"Come on, doll. Let me have some of that talented tongue before you begin on Kathy's sniz."

Rev. Stokes slid along the carpet until her face was just against Sandra's sensitive outer lips. The teenager reached her hands down and covered the priest's cheeks, pulling her hard against the sensitive, dew-covered flesh.

"Ok now Sheilabitch, snuzzle me real good."

The sin hungry priest buried her face between Sandra's wide spread legs and licked and sucked as deftlky as she could until Sandra rewarded her efforts with orgasm aftwer orgasm. Then Rev. Srokes crawled to where Kathey was languidly stroking her pussy, and gave herself over to another episode of girl pussy eating until Kathy cried out and came.

But by this time Sandra had revived enough to have thought up the next scent. And despite Shiela's protests and pleas, Sandra finally won out, as she always did, and the good reverend bowed to her mistress and give Paula the same laving, pussy eating treatment as she had the two teen girls. Paula had no qualms about cumming in her priest's mouth, and her orgasms were all the more powerful because of what Rev. Stokes had done to her earlier.

And by the time Sandra ammounced it was time to go home, no one in that little church doubted for a moment that the seventeen year old was in total control.

**************************************** Sandra awoke happy and content from her long afternoon nap and sensuously stretched her supple arms and long, smooth legs just like an appeased kittycat. She smiled to herself as she remembered all the little things that she had so recently forced her teacher Paula Beale to do to her; the kinds of sick nasty and kinky things that had ultimately rendered her soooooo satisfied and relaxed. Yes, indeed. Paula was working out ever so much better than her seventeen year old mistress had any right to expect.

And now was just the right time to move her sexy subby teacher on to the next phase of Sandra's plan for her unreserved submission.

Over the past few days, Sandra had completely subjugated her teacher through the power of her own dominant personality; compelling the older woman, by way of her virtually insatiable sexual addiction to this teenaged vixen who had brought her out so completely, to surrender herself unreservedly to her deepest and most servile sexual compulsions and even to abandon her own children to her mistress's not so tender mercies. Then, the domineering seventeen year old had tyrannized her subby teacher into performing all manner of nasty little exhibitions of her slavish deference to her young student.

Truth to tell, these utterly humiliating and often extremely painful displays of lascivious acquiescence to her mistress's carnal whims had almost driven Paula insane. Yet, despite all that had been done to her and all that she had been made to do to herself, Paula had survived Sandra's various trials of torment, and had emerged as her depraved student's most devoted and biddable thrall to date.

Sandra knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she now had Paula just exactly where she wanted her. Still, the teen dominatrix was not satisfied, but planned to demand even more from her sexy teacher slave than ever before.

The fact of the matter is that the diabolical seventeen year old craved consentual yet humiliatingly and painfully coercive control over others (especially attractive adult women) with the same kind of urgent and wanton intensity that goaded Paula to crave her mistress's sexual favors so intensely. Because she had proven herself time and again both by her words and her actions to be completely devoted to Sandra, the teen dom was certain that Paula was just the right person to facilitate her mistress in obtaining ever more of that kinky type of control that she loved so well.

Sandra had demanded and recieved ample proof over the past few days that Paula would do absolutely anything Sandra made her do in the desperate hope of enciting her Mistress to grant her the divine sexual release that only she could provide and that the older woman craved sooooooo prodigiously.

Recently, it seems that Sandra's wanton sights had come to settle fixedly upon Charlotte Rogers; the mother of bad boy Mike, and Paula's good and long-time friend. Sandra fancied the notion of coercing Mike's mother into being a willing sexual subservient, just as she had done with Paula. But the seventeen year old most certainly did not propose to cease with merely ruling over Charlotte's sexuality. Far from it. The willful teenager planned to use Mike's mother as an intermediary to her true goal. And her ultimate lust target was Charlotte's husband, Pete.

Pete was a successful pharmacist who owned the big drug store down on State Street, and Sandra most definitely wanted him under her thumb, primarily so she could procure from him all of the various controlled substances she wanted and needed for her little experiments in lasciviousness and control. Sandra also was more than just a little partial to the depraved notion of having the occasional grown man like Pete wholly in her clutches for those few times when she grew bored with playing little sex games with her harem of submissive adult females.

She knew by the way he had acted the other day that she had already given Pete one major sexual thrill when she had forced Paula to buy a catheter kit from him while in her presence and clearly pursuant to her orders. But she had not been able to take her pernicious plans for him to the next step, not yet, anyway. But soon.

During the course of her various intimate conversations with Kathy over the past few days, Sandra had discovered that her young girlfriend lover had salaciously seduced her mother the night before Sandra had herself gained control of her teacher's body and soul. Kathy had used some of the sopers she had gotten from Jill to lull Paula into a drug-induced sleep which allowed the fifteen year old to work her lustful will upon her. Sandra had also found out that Jill had gotten the drugs from Mike who had swiped them from his dad's drug store. This had given Sandra a bright idea as to how she could soften up Mrs.Charlotte for the kill and then use Mike's mother to get at Pete.

She had already asked Jill to get her some more sopers to be used on Charlotte with the promise that in exchange the young girl would be allowed to watch the lewd spectacle that Sandra would orchestrate between Charlotte and Paula once the woman was suitably sedated. Jill was more than happy to oblige, but she insisted that Mike be let in on the plan, and be allowed to watch, too. Sandra enthusiastically agreed, since having Mike on the scene of Charlotte's lesbian seduction by Paula fell right in with her overall plans for Mrs. Charlotte Rogers; plans that most definitely included Mike's long schlong.

Early that morning, Jill had dropped off a handfull of white pills, and Sandra had confided to her that the fun would begin about ten that evening at Charlotte's house. It just so happened that Pete was off on some business trip for the next few days and Charlotte was home alone, except for Mike, of course.

As Sandra swirled these intoxicating thoughts around in her brain, she absentmindedly skimmed the sole of her foot sensuously along the naked back of her prone teacher slave who lay on the floor in her accustomed place beside the sofa. Paula's eyes were tightly closed and she had a dreamy faraway expression on her face, which rested contentedly upon her pillowing arms. Kathy, who sat cross legged on the floor beside her mother, was adding immensely to Paula's carnal enjoyment by wantonly frigging her dew covered vaginal slit right between her widely spread thighs. The fifteen year old girl just never seemed to tire of feeling her mother up in her most intimate places. Kathy so dearly loved the sense of power she received from being able to have unrestricted access to all of the secret areas of Paula's body and to play her nasty little games with them to her heart's content. Occasionally, Kathy would tweeze her mother's cum slick labia or turged clit between her thumbnail and index fingernail, inducing the older woman to squeal out in pleasure pain. Each time she made her mother squeal, Kathy giggled. What a neat little sex toy Paula was turning into.

While languedly keeping an eye on Kathy's fingers as they groped and tweaked, Sandra slid her foot up along Paula's back until it rested on the very top of her teacher's head.

"Turn over on your back, Paula baby girl, and give my yummy little footy footy a nice tongue bath for me. I just adore having you lick my feet, baby girl. " And you adore it too. Don't you.

Even though turning over on her back would mean having to move away from her daughter's tantalizing fingers exploring and tormenting her swollen and itchy sex, Paula gave no thought whatever to the prospect of disobeying her Mistress. She immediately flopped over on her back, took the girl's sexy offering between her loving fingers, and began energetically laving Sandra's outstretched foot all over with her lascivious tongue.

"That's my baby girl. I want to get you all ready to put that pink little tongue of yours to some good use later on this evening. Do you know where I'm going to make you put it, hmmmmmmmm."

"No, Mistress Sandra," Paula said between slurps of her Mistress's outstretched foot.

"Well, sweetiepie. I thought that tonight would be a good time to let you get your tongueypoo deep into your friend Charlotte Parker's pudding. How does that idea grab you."

Paula squealed with delight. Yet another inviting orifice to put her tongue into. And it was all the better because her Mistress wanted her to do it. Maybe that would mean that she could hope to be brought off herself. And maybe Sandra would even make Charlotte eat her out as well. And maybe, if she did as she was told, she would even be allowed to cum. Paula could hardly stand to wait.

After a while, Sandra raised her spit covered foot off of her teacher's face. Paula looked so distressed at having her Mistress's foot taken away that Sandra just had to laugh.

"Maybe later, dear. But now I have to tell you what I want you to do to Charlotte tonight. Ok, baby girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra"

Paula was all ears as Sandra outlined her plan of seduction. And to add a little spice to her discourse, Sandra allowed her Paulawetted foot to slide sensuously around along her teacher's naked and upthrust breasts. Paula punctuated her Mistress's instructions with little sighs and squeals of delight whenever Sandra's toes rubbed against her distended nipples.

When her Mistress had finished outlining her plans for the night, and Paula had asked enough questions that Sandra was certain that her teacher slave knew what was expected of her, the seventeen year old rose up off the sofa and told Paula to begin.

Meanwhile, Kathy had gotten herself off the living room floor and had gone into her bedroom to get dressed for the festivities; licking her mommiewet fingers as she went. As Sandra followed Paula's daughter to arrange her own evening wear, Paula, still naked, reached for the telephone and dialed Charlotte's number.

After three rings, Charlotte answered the call.

"Hi Charlotte. This is Paula. Are you doing anything this evening."

"No, Paula. Why don't you come over. There's something I've been meaning to talk with you about anyway.

From the sound of her voice, Paula ascertained that the "something" Charlotte wanted to discuss with her had to do with her asking Mike to come over to her house earlier in the week. That was ok with Paula. Anything to get her into Charlotte's house where she could carry out Sandra's orders.

Paula was concentrating on her task so hard that she did not notice that a fully clothed Sandra had returned to the living room and was standing only a few feet from her.

"Great. I'll be over in about an hour."

As Paula hung up the phone, a broad smile grew across her Mistress's face.

"Did she invite you over, Paula baby girl."

Paula jumped at the sound of Sandra's voice so close to her ear.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I am going over in about an hour."

Sandra reached out her hand and possessively stroked her teacher slave's ample breast. Paula sighed and wriggled at the wanton touch of her Mistress's hand. Sandra smiled her sweetest and wickedest smile as she continued to feel up the older woman.

"And are you going to put the soper in her drink like a good little subby slut."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra's other hand began strumming upon her teacher's clit as Paula automatically splayed her legs to accommodate the young girl's tormenting fingertips.

"And when the soper takes effect, are you going to let me and Kathy in."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Paula squealed as Sandra rewarded her obedient teacher slave with an especially painful clitpinch.

"And then you're going to tell Mike that it's time to watch the show, aren't you, baby."

"Yeeeessss, Mistress Sandra."

Another clitpinch followed by another wee Paulasqueal.

"And then, you nasty little teacher slut, you're going to do whatever I tell you to do to your good friend Miss Charlotte, aren't you. Absolutely anything nasty and sick that I can possibly think of. Right, baby."

Paula wriggled and shivered as Sandra continued her wanton groping.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Another viscious clitpinch followed by yet another squeal; this one more piercingly shrill than the last one.

Sandra giggled as she continued to torment her teacher's nether parts. Paula just never ceased to amuse the young girl.

"And while all this is going on, Mr. Mike is going to be videoing the whole thing so I can blackmail your dear old friend Charlotte into letting me at her husband, Pete. Isn't that right, little girl."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra reenforced her subby's acquiescence by pinching Paula's clittybutton extra hard, with predictable results. Paula cried out and dared to rest her head on her Mistress's shoulder. She shamelessly rubbed her naked body sensuously against that of her Mistress while Sandra jabbed three stiff fingers deep into her swampy slit.

"Ummmmm, she is soooooo nasty. Isn't she. She just looooovvvveeesssss to be tormented by her sexy Mistress. Doesn't she."

Paula sighed.

"Yeeeesssss, Mistress Sandra."

"And as a reward for taping the nasty lovescene you and Charlotte are going to make, I'll make our little Charlotte let Mr. Mike fuck her slick little mommiepussy raw. Won't that be neat."

Paula could feel the itching and burning in her vagina spreading all through her loins.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Paula shivered all over at the prospect of turning her friend over to be carnally used by her Mistress and Mike. She simply longed to watch Mike drive that long, fat dong of his deep into his mother's soppy slit. She remembered how Mike's cutting tool had felt inside her own hungry pussy and she envied Charlotte what she was about to recieve.

"And if you're very good and do exactly what Mistress Sandra says, I'll even let you lick up all that delicious Charlotte and Mike cum afterwards; right out of her mommiesniz. Would you like that, baby girl. Would you."

Paula could feel the burning sensation Sandra's words and Sandra's fingers were causing to her vulva. As her Mistress's fingers drove ever deeper inside her, the owned teacher knew beyond doubt that if she obeyed the teenager completely, Sandra would see to it that she came, sooner or later. Paula hoped with all her heart that it would be sooner.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra slowly drew her dripping fingers out of the older woman's soppy slit, contentedly licked them clean, and affectionately patted Paula's rump.

"That's my Paula baby girl. She's such a good little sluttybitch, isn't she."

Paula nodded her head vigorously in agreement, her ponytail bouncing against the back of her head. No more worries. No more doubts. No more responsibilities. She only had to obey her Mistress totally. Sandra would take good care of her from now on.

"OK, Paula. Lets get you dressed for the party," Sandra stepped back from her teacher slave after giving the older woman just the hint of a kiss on the lips. Then the two females, Mistress and slave, walked hand in hand into Kathy's bedroom to see how she was doing.

Kathy was already dressed in a long skirt that allowed her legs free movement and a croptop that displayed her flat little tummy to good advantage. For herself, Sandra selected a pair of tight fitting jeans and a loose top. Then the two girllovers began discussing just what sort of outfit Paula should be dressed in for her upcoming sexscene with Charlotte. After much deliberation, Sandra and Kathy decided that Paula should wear loose clothing that was easy to remove so that she could get naked quickly and easily when the time came for her to carry out her orders of betrayal. Soon Paula stood in front of her two admiring Mistresses dressed in a short, wraparound skirt and a loose fitting top that she could easily pull over her head. It goes without saying that Paula was absolutely naked underneath.

"Raise your skirt, Paula," said Sandra quietly but firmly. "I want to feel you up a little before we go. Get you in the mood."

Paula was more than happy to oblige. She held her sikrt above her waste and parted her long legs so that her Mistress could get at her easily. Sandra began toying with her labia, gently rubbing her fingertip all around the sticky cleft. Paula began to pant and sign, and tiny droplets of dew began to appear along the petalsoft inner lips.

Suddenly Paula squealed in surprise as she felt another finger, this one poking impishly at her rosette. It was her devilish daughter. Kathy giggled merrily and continued to probe her mother's rear entry with her impudent pinky finger.

"You didn't think I could let Sandra have all the fun, now. Did you, Mommy.

Both girls then began fingerfucking Paula, Sandra in her pussy and Kathy in her butthole. Paula danced and wriggled just like a sex crazed marionette. Her sighs and whimpers filled the room.

Just when it appeared that her two tormentors were going to allow her to cum, Sandra and Kathy jerked their respective fingers out of her sweat drenched body. As the frantic teacher slumped over a chair, once more deprived of the release she needed so badly, Sandra, and then Kathy, stuck their fingers between Paula's lips and made her clean herself off of them.

When Sandra was satisfied that her finger was squeaky clean, she ordered her teacher to let go of her skirt and finish getting ready to go to Charlotte's house.

"Ok now, Paula. Let's get a move on."

When Paula was finally dressed and appropriately made up, Sandra looked at her watch and smiled.

"Showtime, ladies. Time to go."

Sandra had already determined that since Charlotte lived so close to Paula's house, the subby teacher could just as well walk the short distance. So, after giving her teacher some final instructions and a long, sexy kiss complete with appropriate fondling and groping, the seventeen year old dismissed Paula to carry out her depraved orders.

Paula walked briskly as she contemplated all that Sandra had told her. The subby teacher wanted so desperately to follow her Mistress's orders to the letter, in part because she knew the dire retribution Sandra would exact against her should she fail in even one of her instructions, and an part because she hungered for Sandra's benediction and the sexual release she prayed it would bring her. By the time Paula reached Charlotte's house, she was a whirlwind of lurid anticipation and frenzied anxiety.

It must have shown on her face because Charlotte instinctively stepped back immediately after opening the door for her.

"Paula. Are you OK."

Paula took a deep breath to steady herself as she came all the way inside the Rogers' living room.

"Sure, Charlotte. I'm fine. Just a bit winded from the walk. It's colder outside than I had expected, and I hurried."

Charlotte surreptitiously noted how the cold had caused her friend's nipples to become hard and continued to sneak peeks at her friend's sexy chest as they talked. Charlotte had never thought of herself as being especially interested in females sexually. But she had to admit that for some reason right then she was physically attracted to her old friend, especially her breasts. She wondered fleetingly just what it would be like to have another woman's nipple in her mouth. The thought frightened and intreagued her at the same time.

"You should have worn a coat, Paula. Well, anyway you're here. Why don't you come in the kitchen and have some coffee with me."

As Charlotte turned to head into her kitchen, Paula allowed herself a brief smile of triumph. So far, so good. Sandra would be so proud of her. The teacher had not missed the fact that several times her friend had let her eyes dart to her chest. The thought that she might be turning Charlotte on just a little intreagued her. Perhaps this would be easier than she had thought. Easy or not, Paula knew that she must obey.

"Where's Mike," Paula wanted to know as the two old friends sat down at the kitchen table to have their coffee.

"Oh he's out somewhere with Jill again. She called up a few minutes ago and he rushed out of the house like his pants were on fire. I really don't like that little slut, but Mike just refuses to listen to me anymore."

Charlotte was clearly unhappy with how her relationship with her son was going these days. It was evident from her worried expression that she saw herself increasingly losing her rightful parental control over the boy's actions, and she spent the next few minutes sharing her concerns with her old friend Paula. For her part, Paula nodded knowingly and said the occasional encouraging word. In the back of her mind, she was anxiously waiting for the next phase of Sandra's scheme to unfold. Paula unabashedly observed the little rise and fall of her friend's breasts as Charlotte breathed. She knew that if Sandra's plans for her friend became reality she would have those pert womanpecs to suckle very soon now. But where was her Mistress, anyway.

Just when Paula was about to give in to her anxiety and look at her watch, the doorbell rang.

"Huh. Wonder who that is. Better go see."

Charlotte hurredly left her chair, stepped briskly to the front door, and opened it. While she was gone, Paula dropped two little white pills into her nearly full coffee cup and stirred the sopers into her drink with her spoon.

By the time Charlotte returned to the kitchen, the sopers were fully melted and mixed into her coffee.

"That's weird. There was no one there."

Paula looked up and smiled sweetly.

"Perhaps it was kids playing around. Ringing doorbells and running."

"Probably," Charlotte said as she sipped deeply from her coffee cup.

It was clear to Paula that Charlotte was nerving herself to ask a question that she was not sure she wanted to hear the answer to. But Paula did nothing to help her friend: she just sat there and waited expectantly. Finally, Charlotte got up enough courage to ask.

"Paula. Why did you want Mike to come over to your house the other day."

Paula could hear the first slurs of sedation in Charlotte's question. The soper was working already. She casually placed her hand on her friend's bare arm. Charlotte looked directly into her friend's face, a quizzical look on her face. Paula maintained eye contact with the other woman as she began gently stroking Charlotte's arm. Her friend did nothing whatsoever to stop her. She just closed her eyes and gave a little sigh. Seeing her friend's reaction to her roving hand, Paula decided to answer her question truthfully.

"Well, Charlotte. One of my students who was visiting me at the time told me to call Mike and ask him to come over to my house."

Paula said it slowly and distinctly so Charlotte could understand every word. Her hand never stopped stroking her friend's flesh.

"But why would one of your students want Mike to come over to your house, Paula."

Paula smiled. Charlotte's eyes were tightly closed and her words were becoming more and more slurred. She could see Charlotte's pulse throb in one of the tiny veins of her neck.

"Because Mike's girlfriend Jill, who was also at my house at the time, had told her about Mike."

Charlotte cocked her head in a puzzled sort of way. So puzzled by Paula's words was she that Charlotte seemed not to even notice her own increasingly garbled speech.

"What did Jill say about Mike," Charlotte said slowly and distinctly, just as a drunk person would.

Paula swallowed hard, hoping the soper had taken enough of an effect to dull Charlotte's reaction to what she was about to say. She continued to stroke her friend's arm soothingly as she answered.

"Jill said that Mike had a dong that was fat and long."

Charlotte blinked her eyes, raised her head slowly, and looked Paula directly in the eye.

"Jill said what."

Paula kept on doggedly, following Sandra's orders explicitely.

"Jill said that Mike had a dong that was fat and long."

At this point, Charlotte surprised her friend by giggeling. She looked down at Paula's stroking hand and smiled sweetly.

"Jill said that about my Mikey,"

Paula nodded her head 'yes.'

"And that made your student want Mike to come over to your house."

Paula nodded her head again.

"But why, Paula."

Paula gulped once more but knew that she must go on.

"Because she wanted Mike to fuck me with it."

Charlotte blinked slowly, trying her best to comprehend the meaning behind Paula's shocking words. But by now, the sopers had gotten the better of her. As her head slumped onto her pillowing arms, Paula removed her stroking hand. The teacher allowed her fingers to gently caress her friend's cheek.

Charlotte attempted once more to regain her former lucidity but it was now impossible. Drunken syllibles followed each other with no meaning attached as Charlotte completely gave in to the effects of the sopers.

Paula smiled and allowed her fingers to trace a lewd pattern across her friend's blouse, pressing ever so gently against Charlotte's pert breasts. Her friend gurgled happily as her consciousness faded. Paula then brazenly allowed her hungry fingers free reign over Charlotte's breasts. She was just so excited to be feeling her friend up. And Charlotte rewarded her erotic efforts with more sighs and happy little squeals of girlpleasure.

"Charlotte, you look really tired, dear. Why don't I help you to bed."

Charlotte shook her head as if trying to clear it of cobwebs.

"Not sleeeepy. Say what you said again. Huh, Paula."

Charlotte was still resting her cheek on her arm. Her eyes were slits, barely open. Paula knew that she must get her friend moving before she became unconscious altogether. She certainly was not capable of carrying Charlotte to bed. The distraught teacher left off fondling her friend's breast, got up, grabbed Charlotte's arm, and literally pulled the near-comotose woman toward the master bedroom.

Charlotte slogged along behind her friend, occasionally making little gurgling noises until they got to Charlotte's room.

Consequent to Paula's desperate urging and her own last spark of effort, Charlotte somehow made it to her kingsize bed, and fell heavily on top of it, face down. Paula breathed a long sigh of releaf as she glanced at her watch. If she were to obey her Mistress's instructions to the letter she had just fifteen minutes to prepare Charlotte for the next act in Sandra's sordid little play.

Paula began by removing Charlotte's sandals from her feet. Then she rooked up the skirt of her sleeping friend and slid the kneehighs off Charlotte's calves. Paula shivered in salacious anticipation as her hands caressed her friend's smooth, slender legs. This was going to be such a good evening after all. At least the first part.

Next, Paula managed by main force to roll Charlotte over onto her back. Her friend's shallow breathing assurred Paula that Charlotte was definately deep asleep. Paula wasted no time unbuttoning Charlotte's teal blouse and unsnapping her skirt. Then she peeled the filmy blouse off Charlotte's slack body with a little assist from her sleeping friend, It was just as if Charlotte were a drowsy child helping her mother undress her. Charlotte was wearing a sports bra under the blouse, and it was no trick at all for Paula to take it off her.

Although she knew that time was running out for her, Paula just had to stop and admire her friend's small but firm breasts. They were milk white, with little pink nubs of nipples and almost no areolas at all. In a flash of need-driven inspiration, Paula bent over her sleeping friend and began softly suckeling her erect nipples. Mistress Sandra had not specifically forbidden her to do this, and Paula just could not resist sucking on Charlotte's yummy titnipples.

As Paula continued to suck her friend's breastflesh softly into her warm, wet mouth, Charlotte let a small moan of pleasure escape her lips. This made Paula smile. But Sandra's admonition concerning time invaded her sweet thoughts and Paula redoubled her efforts to prepare her friend by the deadline her Mistress had set.

Quickly now, the subby teacher pulled Charlotte's skirt down her slender, shapely legs and let it drop to the floor. Then, she plucked at Charlottes' sheer pantie waistband and drew the tight silk briefs over her slim hips and down her smooth thighs to her knees, then completely off her legs.

Paula raised herself up off the bed and beheld her friend, lying there naked, defenseless, and vulnerable to whatever Sandra's nefarious whims and diabolical wickedness decreed would befall her. And Paula knew deep in her soul that she herself was the one who had thuswise betrayed her friend into Sandra's hands. And after acknowledging her betrayal of her friend, Paula grinned all over her face. Being Judas wasn't so bad after all.

The teacher again looked at her watch. Five minutes left. If she hurried, there was still a little time to indulge herself and her own hot desires before turning her friend over to Sandra. Paula tentatively placed her long index finger on the very top of the drowsing Charlotte's exposed vulval cleft and began to rub softly. Even though drugged, Charlotte still sensed enough of what Paula was doing to her to open her thighs instinctively, thereby communicating her desire for even more. Paula smiled, then began sliding her fingertip slowly up and down her friend's mossy cleft. Charlotte moaned softly and stretched her long, slender legs in a catlike expression of contentment.

"Enjoy it while you can, Charlotte," Paula whispered, well aware that this was probably the last time her friend would ever enjoy sexual feelings unfettered either by pain, guilt, or humiliation. Such was Paula's own lot in life and she really did not much mind sharing it with her friend. Not if it meant that she could have even a little morcel of her Mistress Sandra to enjoy as a reward for her treachery.

As for Charlotte, she was begnning to come alive to Paula's lewd ministrations. Her labia were becoming dew glistened and just a little puffy. But Paula's time was now growing very short. The suddenly anxious teacher removed her mucus-coated fingertip from her friend's slit, brought it to her mouth, and quickly sucked off all the salt-sweet tasting love fluid.

Charlotte tasted just great, exactly like Paula hoped that she would. And maybe, just maybe, Sandra would let her have some more, later. But for now she must move on, and there was not much time remaining.

Paula quickly took off her own clothes so that she would meet her Mistress as instructed; stark naked. Once she was completely undressed, Paula ran to the front door and opened it at exactly ten o'clock.

There were Sandra and Kathy and Jill and Mike waiting for her on the stoop. Before Paula could let Sandra and her friends in, her Mistress raised her hand suddenly and slapped Paula across the face very hard.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Paula recoiled in fear and pain and Sandra and her friends shoved the naked teacher aside as they invaded Charlotte's living room.

"You were late, Paula. I'm going to be especially nasty with you tonight because of it, too. You slutty teacherbitch.

"Yeah, Mommy," Kathy chimed in as she swatted her mother's exposed rump with her open palm.

Without saying a word, Jill reached out and viciously tweaked one of Paula's erect nipples. And for her efforts, Jill recieved the satisfaction of hearing Paula squeal shrilly. This made the teen girl laugh out loud. Paula was ever so much fun to abuse.

For his part, Mike did nothing whatever to torment Paula. Instead, he went hurredly into his parent's master suite, ravenous to catch a glimpse of just what his mother looked like naked. He was most certainly not disappointed. Paula had done her assigned task well.

Charlotte lay wantonly stretched out across her bed. Her slender arms extended high above her head so that her armpits were exposed and her pert breasts were fully extended; the nubbin nipples erect and glistening from Paula's suckeling. Mike unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation as he inspected his mother's long, slim legs which lay open to invitingly reveal her dew moistened vulva to her son's lewd gaze.

Seeing his mother so vulnerably displayed drove the sex hungry teen to want to take her right that very minute. But Sandra had other ideas. As Mike moved purposively toward the big bed, Sandra, who had entered the room with the other females, reached around him and placed her groping hand along the large bulge in his jeans.

"Hold on, Studley. Let me get her all ready for you, first. Wouldn't you rather take her when she is conscious and knows exactly what you're doing to her but still can't say 'no'."

Mike paused.

Sandra leaned against the hard bodied young man and whispered seductively in his ear.

"It's so much more fun when they really don't want to do it but they have to do it, anyway."

Mike nodded his head in agreement.

"And you'll fix it so she really has to let me fuck her. Right, Sandra."

Sandra purred into his ear as her hand slid slowly along his turged shaft.

"Yes, Mike. I'll make your Mommy beg you to fuck her, and I'll make her beg you to do anything else you want to her for that matter. From now on, she will belong to you. I promise. That is, unless I want her for myself from time to time. You don't mind if I have your mommiekins all to myself to play with occasionally. Do you, baby."

Mike's long, stiff prick gave a jerk of excitement.

"OK, Sandra. I'll wait. And no, I don't mind if you have her to play with occasionally, just as long as I get to watch some times."

Sandra licked around the inside of the boy's ear.

"That's a good, kinky stud. Now go get your videocam, so we can record the sweet little lovescene that I'm going to direct for us all."

Mike immediately went into his room and retrieved his videocam.

When he was all set, Sandra went over to Paula. The seventeen year old stood right next to the older woman and ran her hands possessively over the teacher's naked flesh. Almost immediately Paula began to pant and whimper in frustrated sexual need as Sandra began tweaking her stiff nipples and plucking at her sex with her impish fingers until the older woman itched and burned with desire.

"Is my Paula getting horny. Does Paula baby girl want to play nasty little sick games with her nice, sexy little buddy Charlotte."

Paula looked longing at the naked body of her friend lying so open and vulnerable across her bed.

"Yeeeeesss, Mistress Sandra. I want to play with Charlotte."

"Mike, are you ready to record our little lovescene."

Mike nodded his ascent and pointed the videocam at his naked mother.

"Kathy and Jill, are you all ready to see the show."

The two girls, who had been kissing and fondling each other while they waited for the program to begin, turned toward the bed and nodded their heads vigorously.

"OK then. We're all set," Sandra giggled.

"Now Paula. I think you should begin by giving our dear Charlotte over there one of your special footbaths. It'll sort of get your tongue all ready for things I'll tell you to do with it later on."

Paula immediately fell to her knees and began laving her long, wet tongue over her sleeping friend's extended foot. Unbidden, the submissive teacher began sucking on Charlottes toes, drawing them into her mouth one at a time until they all glistened with her saliva. Charlotte cooed happily in her sleep and extended her foot so that her dream lover could get even more of it into her mouth. Paula tranquilly sucked and licked away for a few more minutes until Sandra gave her next order.

"Now the other food, Paulatongue."

Paula did as she was told.

As the older woman bent to her submissive tonguewashing duties, Kathy, Jill, and Sandra slowly moved toward each other. They just could not watch such a lascivious scene without putting their hands on each others' hot young bodies. As they concentrated on watching Paula lick and suck on Charlotte's feet, the three girls entertwined their supple arms, using their exploring hands to probe, stroke, and pinch.

Distracted by their own loveplay, the girls did not immediately notice that Paula's tonguewashing was having a decidedly erotic effect upon her sleeping friend. Charlotte began unconsciously to stretch and move her body so that ever more of her feet and lower legs would be accessable to Paula's wet tongue. Her little sighs and whimpers were music to Paula's ears. She was most certainly turning her sleeping friend on, just as Sandra had admonished her to do. And, in so doing, Paula was turning herself on as well.

Finally recognizing Charlotte's expressions of nascent lust for what they were, Sandra pulled away from Jill's fervent kiss long enough to give her subby teacher her next command.

"Paula. I want you to lick along Charlotte's leggycalves all the way up to her knees. And don't you dare forget about licking and smooching around on the backs of her knees, babygirl. You know how much women really like being licked on the backs of their knees. Don't they, Jill"

Jill looked over dreamily at her girllover.

"Yes, Sandra. We really do."

Paula did not waste a second in following Sandra's order. Her long, pink tongue snaked out along her friend's smooth naked calf and slowly licked along it all the way from the slender ankle to the hollow of the knee. Ever so slowly the subby teacher licked back and forth along the back of the slender calf. Then all along Charlotte's knee hollow.

As Paula continued her lustful licking and snuffeling, Charlotte began to breath heavily and whimper with growing need. Paula's efforts were clearly having their desired effect. Sandra wanted Charlotte to be way turned on, but in no way satisfied. Not yet, at least. And Paula was accomplishing this magnificantly.

"Now the other leggypoo, Paula."

Paula immediately switched to Charlotte's other calf and continued to lick and slurp at her friend's smooth legflesh.

For his part, Mike was happily recording all of Paula's moves and his mother's reaction to them on the videocam. As he continued to tape the erotic lovescene, his erection twitched within the tight confines of his jeans. A broad smirk covered his face as he observed the lewd goings on through the eyepiece. He was actually getting to watch while his own naked mother was being sexed up by another naked grown woman. He could not wait to see the look on his mom's face when he made her watch the videotape documenting her sensual downfall. And then, he would get to fuck her brains out. Sandra had said so.

Paula was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her tongue on her friend's legs because Charlotte began scissering her thighs aginst each other in an unconscious attempt to turn herself on even more. When Sandra saw what Charlotte was doing, she decided to move on to the next phase of her evil scheme.

"Paula. I want you to stop licking Charlotte's leggypoos, and begin sucking on those nice little tits of hers. I bet that will get her puss puss to dripping like a faucet for you. Now get on the bed with her and rub that sexy teacher slut body of yours up against her while you suck on her tits. We really want to see you put on a super slutty show for us."

The other observers quietly chimed in their agreement.

Paula did not have to be told twice. She got up from the floor and slid her fleshy body next to Charlotte's more slender frame and began suckeling her friend's turgid nipples. Charlotte immediately began to whimper, and wriggle, and make little sexnoises deep in her throat. The sleeping woman stretched her arms way above her head so Paula could have full access to her breasts. Paula took advantage by sucking ever more of Charlotte's small breastflesh into her sexhungry mouth. Once she had her mouth completely full, the teacher pulled her head up away from her friend's chest. This forced Charlotte's breast to pull away from her body, causing the woman to whimper even louder as her sensual needs began to burn.

Kathy, seeing how Charlotte was reacting to Paula's lewd ministrations, began to giggle.

"Wow, Mike's mom really likes having her tits sucked. I wonder if she will like sucking on my tits as much when I make her do it for me later on."

"I bet she will," laughed Mike from behind his videocam. "I sure would."

"Me too," quipped Jill as she began avidly feeling her girlfriend up once more.

Clearly, the sleeping Charlotte was turning on more and more to Paula's laving tongue and sucking lips. Her torso moved from side to side in a languid rythm of lust. Her mouth opened hungrily as if to invide a deep soul kiss.

"OK, Paula. Now get after those sweet pits of hers, since she has her arms raised so high for you. You know that you've been just dying to taste your little buddy's pitsweat."

Paula stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and began running the very tip all around Charlotte's armpit. Charlotte cooed happily and slowly brought her arm down, tenderly trapping Paula's face against her side. The subby teacher just kept on licking away, content to be loving up on her friend's tasty pits.

When Sandra figured that Paula had had enough pit taste, she gave the next command.

"Paula. See how Charlotte's mouth is so open and inviting, dear. I just bet what she wants is some nice Paulaslobber. Why don't you put that nasty tongue of yours way in her mouth and let your Paula slut saliva slide down into it. Then let's see what she does."

Paula pulled her head away from Charlotte's cradeling arm, stuck her tongue deep in her sleeping friend's open mouth and allowed a gobbet of her spit to slide slowely between her lips. Upon tasting Paula's saliva, Charlotte immediately clamped her own lips around her friend's outthrust tongue and began languedly sucking away on it. Sandra laughed quietly and Jill and Kathy giggled. Mike's mom was proving to be just as much of a horndog as they had hoped she would be.

Charlotte continued voraciously to suck on Paula's outthrust tongue and Paula continued to feed her sleeping friend with little drops of womanspit. Sandra hoped that Mike was getting all this on tape. It was going to be such fun making Charlotte watch herself being so slutty.

After a while, Sandra decided to move on.

"Jill, honey. Please go get me a little bowl of warm water. I want to show you a funny trick.

Jill reluctantly left off feeling Kathy up and went to do as she was bidden. The young girl was soon back with a little white cereal bowl filled with warm water. Sandra took it from her outstretched hand and approacked the bed.

"Paula, dear. Since you have been so gracious as to give your nasty little girlfriend here some of your own prescious bodily fluids, I think that it's only fair for Charlotte to return the favor. So I want you to get those sexy lips of yours right down here between her leggypoos while I induce our sleeping friend to produce a nice little hot water fountain just for you."

As she talked, Sandra tenderly stroked her slender forefinger along Charlottes dew-spangled slit. The older woman cooed and whimpered as she reacted to the seventeen year old's impudent caress. Sandra just smiled and continued her happy fingerdiddling of Charlotte's pussy. When the older woman's labia had been stimulated enough to open of their own accord, Sandra knew that Charlotte was set for the next step in her plan.

As for Paula, she was more than a little unsure of where all this was going, but she was very sure that she must follow Sandra's instructions to the letter. So she slid slowly and sensuously down her sleeping friend's naked body and placed her face carefully between Charlotte's splayed thighs. Her cheek rested on her slumbering friend's soft inner thigh and her lips were pressed tightly against Charlotte's moist sex. She could feel the back of Sandra's finger slide across the parted coral lips and she could see close up the sensual effect her Mistress's petting was having on her slumbering friend. Paula was more than content to lie there and watch Charlotte being felt up by Sandra for as long as her Mistress cared to indulge herself. She only wished that it were her own pussy that Sandra was petting so sweetly instead of Charlotte's.

After a time, the young girl turned her finger around and placed the moist tip right up against Paula's nose.

"Do you smell your little friend's pussy on my finger, baby girl."

Paula inhaled deeply of her friend's musky scent.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I smell her."

"Does she smell good, baby girl."

"Yesss, Mistress Sandra."

"Then why don't you be a good little girlslut and lick her stickypoo off my finger for me. You know you want to."

Paula most certainly did want to taste her friend's lustmucus, and she happily licked and sucked on her Mistress's fingertip until all of Charlotte's accumulated secretion was gone.

As soon as her teacher had clenzed Sandra's finger satisfactorially and she saw that Paula's face was just where she wanted it, the seventeen year old placed the bowl of warm water on the bed right next to Charlotte's naked body. Then she took one of Charlotte's limp hands and held it over the bowl so that the very tips of the older woman's fingers rested in the warm water.

"Get ready, Paula. She's about to spray."

Charlotte moaned hedonistically and then almost immediately thereafter released her bladder, just as Sandra had known she would. A jet of hot, golden Charlottepee gushed right into Paula's waiting mouth; splashing off her palette and running down her throat. And the teacher slut responded by happily gulping it all right down, also just as Sandra had known she would.

Sandra smiled to herself as her teacher joyously slurped and gulped. Paula was by now just so predictable in matters relating to golden showers, and Sandra knew full well just how very much her subby teacher adored drinking womanpee. Doing so seemed to confirm in Paula's mind her subservient status to the women in her life, and that confirmation brought her a profound peace.

Even with Kathy's enthusiastic help, Sandra just could not seem to keep Paula satisfied. The submissive teacher always made it evident by her actions and her pleas that she wanted even more. With Charlotte to help now, and maybe Jill as well, perhaps that would be enough, at least for awhile. Even so, Sandra could foresee a time when she might have to enlist the help of some of the other girls in Paula's class. Well, if that was what it took to keep her pet happy, then Sandra would just have to oblige.

Charlotte's descant of happy little whimpers brought Sandra back to the here and now.

"Pull your head back a little, Paula, so Mike can get a nice tight shot for posterity of his mom peeing right into that slutty teachermouth of yours."

Paula slowly backed her face away from Charlotte's sex just a little and Mike leaned the videocam way in so that he would not miss any of the action.

The pungent golden stream arched out of Charlotte's unconscious body and directly into Paula's thursty and waiting mouth. Mike smiled happliy as he watched through his viewfinder as his mom's piss squirted between Paula's wide open lips. What a trip watching his mom peeing, and especially into another woman's willing mouth. What a great tape this was going to be. And what a great time he was going to have making his mother watch it with him later.

After getting a good closeup shot, Mike pulled back and focused on his mother's sleeping face. Her visage glowed with peaceful contentment as she continued to pee and pee. It was so obvious that the slumbering woman was really enjoying what she was doing.

Sandra leaned far over Charlotte's recumbent lap and watched contentedly as the golden fountain flowed on into Paula's mouth.

"Now isn't that a fair trade, Paula baby girl. Your nasty old spittypoo for Charlotte's nice hot pissypoo," Sandra giggled as she reached over and viciously pinched one of Paula's taut nipples.

"Unnnnnn huhhhhh," Paula replied, not willing to form her lips into words for fear of spilling some of her sleeping friend's savory nector.

But Sandra wanted a real answer from her subby, not a series of grunts. So the seventeen year old twisted the turgid nipple until Paula squealed. Then Sandra viciously yanked up on her teacher's tormented breast until Paula almost had to raise up off the bed to keep the pain from overwhelming her. Even so, her lips never allowed a drop of Charlottepiss to spill onto the bed.

"Well, Paula. Answer me."

The distressed teacher knew that Sandra was capable of tearing the nipple right off her abused breast if she did not answer her correctly and immediately.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. It's a fair exchange."

Paula said the words as fast as she could and instantly pressed her lips back against Charlotte's slit. Sandra laughed out loud when she saw how anxious Paula was to get back to her drink.

Satisdfied for the moment, Sandra let go of Paula's tortured nipple, and the subby teacher slave sank back onto the bed, momentarily relieved.

"How does it look through the viewfinder, Mikey," Sandra asked as she reached up and ran her slenter fingers along the growing bulge in his crotch.

"Just fine," Mike said quietly as he concentrated on getting his mother's lewd display on tape. Even his friend's groping hand was not enough to make Mike flub this shot.

"Your Mommy sure has a big bladder, Mikey. Look at her piss and piss," Kathy giggled as she peered over at her own mother greedily slurping up Charlotte's spraying fountain. She just could not get enough of watching her mom be degraded and humiliated. The only thing better for her would have been if Kathy herself had been allowed to participate more personally in Paula's torment and defilement. But the night was still young.

Finally, the golden stream slackened to a trickel, then stopped altogether. Paula reluctantly pulled her face away from her friend's slit and looked inquiringly over at her Mistress for new instructions.

"OK, Paula. You did that real good. And for a treat, why don't you turn your sleepy little mommiefriend over on her sexyflat tummytumtum so you can get at her cute little buttyhole. I bet we'll for sure hear old Charlottepig make some adorable little sexynoises just as soon as you begin using that nasty teachertongue of yours on her puckery rosette."

While the words were still coming out of Sandra's mouth, Paula was slowly and gently turning her friend's naked body over. Charlotte sighed, stretched, and lay prone on her bed, her thighs wantonly splayed as if she instinctively knew what was coming next. Once she had her friend arrayed as she wanted her, Paula gently spread Charlotte's small, firm butt cheeks apart with her groping fingers and moved her face between them. Her nose was rewarded by a faint, whiff of Charlottemusk that only encouraged her all the more to do as Sandra had told her. She wanted to hear Charlotte's sexynoises just as much as the others did: moreover, she wanted to be the cause of them. Her soft lips instantly latched onto her friend's rose and her tongue began to lick softly all around it and to probe and prod.

Charlotte stirred from her drug-induced sleep and began making happysleepy little whimpering sounds as Paula continued rimming her. She humped her hips slightly, thrusting back against the proffered tongue. Paula responded by snuffeling around even deeper into her friend's opening rosette. Mike's drugged mother serenly pillowed her face on her arms and then proceeded to emit a long, contented series of little animal like squeals and squeeks.

"She really likes your slutty old tongueypoo up her pooper, Paula baby girl," Sandra quipped as her teacher slave continued to poke and probe with her hungry tongue. Sandra reached down and patted Paula's rump as a sign of encouragement as the older woman continued to lick and slurp away at her enjoyable task.

"But I'll bet she will really come unglued when you put that sicknasty little tongue of yours to good use right in her snizzypoo. You just know you want to. Don't you, little girl."

Paula did in fact want to jab her tongue deep into her friend's pussy in the worst kind of way, and she wasted no time following Sandras orders. As she licked down Charlotte's buttcrack to lodge her probing tongue as far as she could in her friend's by now swampy snatch, Paula's own slit began oozing sexmucus. This was such a turn on for the submissive teacher; blatently eating out her sleeping friend's quim in front of other people including her Mistress and daughter. And Mike was getting it all on tape, wasn't he.

Paula was in paradise as she thrust her tongue as far as it would go into Charlotte's moist canal. The sexmusky flavor of this grown woman friend of hers was strong and therefore especially stimulating to the hungry teacher who had been subsisting on her Mistress's and daughter's much milder fare. They had been mere appatizers. Charlotte was a real meal. Paula meant to partake fully of every course. And from the way that Charlotte was oozing in response to the teacher's erotic tonguing, it was going to be a feast, indeed.

When Sandra saw that Paula's ministrations were having their predictable effect on the sleeping Charlotte, she decided that the time was right to carry her plans for the older woman's downfall to the next level.

"OK, Paula baby girl. You've had enough for awhile. Turn the slut back over on her back, so we can all watch what comes next."

Paula reluctantly took her ravenous tongue out of Charlotte's spasming slit and slowly and carefully rolled her friend over once more so that now she was face up on her bed, wantonly displayed and vulnerable.

"Jill, honey. How would you like to be felt up by Mikey's slutmom."

Jill thought that was a really great idea and said so.

"Well, why don't you just slide out of those clothes of yours and move that sexy bod over to the bed where she can get at you."

Jill immediately complied. Eight pairs of hungry eyes followed the naked young girl to the bed where she sat down next to Charlotte and Paula.

"Now, take her little hand and place it gently on your leggypoo. Let's see just what our Charlottenastygirl will do if given the opportunity."

Jill reached out and took one of Charlotte's unresisting hands and placed it firmly but gently on the soft, smooth flesh of her young thigh. Immediately, the drowsy older woman began sliding the hand slowly and sensouosly back and forth along the silky young girlflesh. Sandra giggled as she watched. Her timing had been excellent.

"Mike, baby. I hope you're getting this part," Sandra said softly.

"Oh yeah," Mike solumnly assurred his friend as he focused in on his mother's wanton hand as it stroked slowly up and down along his naked girlfriend's thigh.

Jill giggled and looked wonderingly down at her leg.

"Wow. I've never been felt up by a sleeping person before. This is so way cool."

Just as the words were coming out of Jill's mouth, Charlotte slowly moved her hand so that it rested deep in the young girl's lap, right on her exposed vulva. Then the unconscious woman began sliding her fingertip slowly along the moist opening. Jill began to sigh as Charlotte's finger moved tenderly back and forth across her turged little clitoris.

"If she can feel me up this good when she's asleep. I can't wait to make her do it when she's awake."

This exclamation from Jill brought on a round of quiet laughter from the others. For her part, Paula concentrated intently on Charlotte's hand motions from her subservient station on the bed and wished that it was her own hand feeling Jill up so wantonly.

"If she keeps that up, I'm going to cum all over her fingers," Jill warned as she began to wriggle and pant. Charlotte's subconscious mind, budding with unconsummated lust, continued to drive her fingers to their obscene work of probing and sliding along the young girl's desire-moistened pussy. Finally, Jill could hold back no more, and she spasmed in a brace of delicious orgasms, oozing cyprienne fluid all over Charlotte's pistoning fingers. Then Charlotte, unbidden by anyone, slowly raised her mucus-coated hand to her sleep slackened mouth and began to slurp and lick Jill's sexcream right off her fingers. Everyone in the room sucked in their breath in incredulity; everyone but Sandra. She just smiled her sweetwicked little smile.

When Jill had finally come to herself, she slid languedly off the bed and padded over to where Sandra was standing. She rested her head right against her friend's soft breast and sighed contentedly.

"I can't believe that she did that to me, Sandra."

Sandra smiled down at her girllover and touseled her hair.

"I know, Jill. And she's asleep, too. Now, let's se what else our Charlotteslut is capable of doing. Kathycat, do you want her to get you off too, baby."

"Sure," Kathy said enthusiastically as she shucked out of her clothes and snuggled up next to the sleeping Charlotte on the bed. The young girl grasped Charlotte's sex and saliva moistened hand and placed it deftly on her long, smooth thigh, just as Jill had done. Immediately, the sleeping Charlotte began to stroke the girl's thigh; back and forth, up and down.

"Wow. This is just too much," crooned Mike as he zeroed in on his mother's salacious hand movements.

Kathy obligingly splayed her thighs as wide as she could, and Charlotte took the cue and slid her hand right up against the teenager's moist snatch. Just as before, Charlotte's subconscious mind drove her fingers all around Kathy's slit; then finally deep inside. Paula's daughter wriggled and gurgled in purest lust as Charlotte continued to get her off with her masterbating fingers until the girl could stand it no longer and released a squirt of her own tasty lovegoo right onto Charlotte's fingers. Once again, unbidden, Charlotte moved the sexsticky hand to her mouth and licked and sucked all of Kathy's necter off.

As soon as Kathy had come down from her orgasm, she moved away from Charlotte, but did not leave the bed. She wanted to be close to whatever was going to happen next.

"Let's try something new," Sandra suggested.

"Paula slut, I want you to go and sit where Kathy was, and put Charlotte's hand on your leggypoo, just like she did. Paula immediately did as she was bidden. Charlotte seemed happy, in her peaceful sleepy way, to have yet another womanthigh to fondle. Her hand went right to its wanton task. Taking her cue from Charlotte's wanton actions, Kathy, who was sitting right behind her mother, reached around her and began fondling Paula's other thigh. Paula sighed and whimpered at the depraved attention she was getting from her sexy daughter and sleeping friend.

Meanwhile, Sandra had completely disrobed and sat herself down right at the head of the bed. As Charlotte continued blissfully to feel up her friend, Sandra gently raised the sleeping woman's head from the matress and slid her soft, smooth girlthigh under Charlotte's cheek. Now Charlotte's face was directly in front of Sandra's own lust moistened vulva, her nose just touching the flat of the seventeen year old's tummy, inhaling her sweet girlmusk. Just as though she had been given a command, Charlotte slid her face all the way up Sandra's silky thigh and began licking and snuffeling around the seventeen year old's snatch. Meanwhile, her busy fingers never interrupted their task of bringing Paula off.

"Oh, Mikey. You just won't believe how sexynasty your sleeplicking mom's tongue is sliding around on my little sniz. She's a natural born girllicker if I ever felt one. Are you getting all of this, honey."

"Absolutely," Mike laughed as he continued to use his videocam, for the adolescent now knew that he was home free. Once he forced his mother to watch herself doing such wanton things as she was doing right now, Mike would have her under his complete control forever. She would have to comply with whatever perverted sexual things he desired of her or he would completely destroy her with the videotape. And from the way she so obviously took to girllovemaking, Charlotte probably would not put up much of a fight anyway when he demanded that she slurp Sandra or any of the other girls in the room, including his girlfriend Jill, while he watched.

Even so, Mike had to admit that getting his mother to break the incest taboo and not only allow but actually beg him to fuck her would probably not be nearly as easy as getting her to eat out his young female friends, even with the threat of exposure and subsequent doom that the videotape provided him. But the adolescent boy remained philosophical about the matter. If it turned out that Charlotte still balked at the order to be his willing subby lover even after having seen the videotape, there was always that long, wide, leather belt that Mike could use to bring her around, just like he had with Paula the other day. Actually, as Mike continued to use his videocam, he kind of hoped that his mother WOULD balk at what he wanted to do to her. Because that would give him all the excuse he needed to go to town on her with the belt. The thought of a bare ass naked squealing and pleading Charlottemommie groveling in front of him on her knees after he had used that bad belt of his to touch her up a little turned him on more than just a skosh. So, even if the videotape he was making of her erotic antics did convince his mother to do what he said, Mike might just use the belt on her anyway, simply for the fun of it. All sorts of dissolute images involving his painful and humiliating sexual abuse of his mother filtered through Mike's lustflushed brain as he kept taping her wanton mouthings of Sandra's sweet rosepetal slit.

Mike harbored no doubt whatsoever that as long as he retained the tape and was willing to use force, and his mother clearly understood his threat to use both potent weapons against her, Charlotte would never be able to say 'no' to him ever again, no matter what his sick imagination demanded of her. And he had to admit that he had a pretty sick imagination where his mother was concerned.

As these thoughts flashed through Mike's mind, Sandra was slowly but surely moving toward a powerful sexual climax. Slumbering Charlotte was now ardently licking and jabbing her tongue into the seventeen year old with a vengence. Furthermore, her slender hand had never for an instant slackened in its effort to bring Paula off. As for Paula, she was panting and wriggeling on the bed, parched and famished for sexual release.

Kathy was not making things any easier for her mother. Her groping hand had moved to Paula's large breast, and the fifteen year old was stroking and tweaking the smooth, soft skin in sheerest delight. She thought it would be just the neatest thing to make her mother cum despite her best efforts not to. But Sandra had specifically instructed Paula earlier in the evening that, no matter what was done to her, she must not cum until her Mistress gave her express permission. So, despite her daughter's playful petting, Paula kept Sandra's injunction in the forefront of her mind as she struggled desparately not to climax. She must fight down her frantic need to orgasm with all her might. For she knew what dire consequences lay in store for her if she disobeyed. But it was so very, very hard for her not to cum what with Charlotte madly frigging her lust-tormented pussy and her daughter feeling up her supersensitive tits the way she was.

For her part, Sandra had no constraints whatsoever imposed upon her own cumming. And so, in the fullness of time, the spectators in Charlotte's bedroom were treated to a series of high-pitched sexy little girlcrys and gurgles as Sandra was taken over the edge by her comatose lover's passionate tonguefucking. The seventeen year old hunched her soppywet vulva hard against Charlotte's wide open mouth, deluging the older woman with a gush of cyprienne fluid. Charlotte cooed in her sleep and eagerly lapped up everything Sandra gave her to eat. This fervant eagerness on the part of Charlotte to consume Sandra's flow of lovegoo so affected the girl that she orgasmed once more, giving her sleeping lover even more of herself to taste and enjoy.

"She really likes to eat pussy, doesn't she,"giggled Jill as she watched Charlotte press her face deep into Sandra's crotch in a profound attempt to find and devour every last drop of girlmucus.

"She sure does," quipped Mike from behind his videocam.

"I hope she likes eating dick just as much."

That quip from Mike brought a flurry of giggles from all of the other females except Paula who was concentrating as hard as she could not to cum despite what was being done to her by Charlotte and Kathy. Oh how she wished that her tormentors would either stop their vicious teasing or just go ahead and get her off once and for all. But Paula was the subby, and because of that she knew that what she most wanted and needed was of absolutely no concern whatever to any of the others in that room.

Finally, when Sandra had come down off her high, the seventeen year old noticed her teacher slave's agitated distress.

"Does Paula baby girl wanna cum cum too, honey pie?"

Paula looked over at her Mistress with stark hopelessness in her eyes.

"Yeeeeesssss, Mistress Sandra. Paula baby girl wants to cum cum, too. Please, Mistress Sandra. Paula wants to cum cum real bad. Pleeeease let Paula baby girl cum cum. Pleeeeeassssseee."

More giggles and smirks from the others in the room.

When the laughter had died down, Sandra fixed Paula with her gaze.

"No, babygirl. Not now, Paula. You still have a lot of nasty work to do with our little Charlotte here before you get your nice reward."

A frenzied and dejected Paula slumped wearily against Kathy's naked body, despair and humiliation suffusing her entire being. Kathy took the opportunity to replace Charlotte's trailing hand with her own. The fifteen year old giggled continuously as she pinched, jabbed, and tweaked Paula's puffy labia and erect clit, substituting sharp flashes of painful anguish for the sweet sexpleasure her mother had been enjoying before.

"You heard Sandra, Mommiekins. You can't cum cum right now, you nasty slutmommie, you. Maybe later, if you behave. But not now."

Paula began to cry bitter tears as her daughter continued to molest and torment her sex. But the older woman knew that she must continue to block her own desparate need to cum and just allow Kathy to do anything her erotic whims incited her to do. For Paula to show the slightest signs of rebelliousness would only result in her having to endure a level of pain and humiliation that would be far worse than what she was suffering now. So she just sat on the bed and cried while Kathy continued to pet and play with her.

Sandra slid off the bed, reached over, placed her hands on Charlotte's naked shoulders, and slowly raised the sleeping woman to a sitting position on the bed.

"Kathy dear. Please stop fooling with your mom's puss puss, 'cause I've got something I want her to do for me right now."

Reluctantly Kathy left off tormenting her mother and Paula was allowed to come back to herself. Sandra reached over and slapped her teacher slave several times across the face to get her attention. When she saw that her teachersub was more or less back to normal, Sandra gave her her next set of instructions.

"Paula, I want you to slide over to Charlotte, put your arms around her, and give her a big, wet, french kiss. Oh, and while you're kissing her, I want you to use those slutty hands of yours to really feel her up. And when she starts to respond, I want you to slide that slick little puss puss of yours all up and down her leggypoo. Really grind that nasty teachersniz of yours into her, baby girl. I want you to put on an authentic lesboslut show for us all to enjoy. You know the kind I like, don't you baby; really dirty. Let's see how she reacts to that."

Having been duely slapped back into obedience mode by her Mistress, Paula instantly did as she was told. She slid her naked body across the bed until it was in contact with that of Charlotte. Then the teacher slave wrapped her long arms around her sleeping friend and hugged her tight. Their breases mashed against eachother and Paula's legs wound possessively around Charlotte's hips. Then, Paula placed her lips directly on Charlotte's and begain kissing the other woman passionately.

Charlotte responded immediately. Her mouth opened wide and Paula's tongue snaked deep inside, tasting her Mistress's lovejuice on Charlotte's tongue. That made Paula want to kiss the other woman even harder. If this was the only way that Paula could taste her Mistress, then it would just have to do.

The slumbering Charlotte kissed back with a ferver that surprised even Sandra. Surely by the way she was acting even in her drugged state, there must be some long pent up need in Charlotte to make love to women; a need that was being met by her goings on tonight even though she was deep asleep. Before Paula could begin running her hands over her comatose lover, Charlotte's own hands were wantonly roving over her friend's body; stroking, rubbing, exciting.

Watching from the sidelines, Jill and Kathy just could not keep their own hands from roving over each other's firm young bodies. Their sighs and whimpers mixed with those of Paula and Charlotte from the bed. Mike continued to get everything on tape and Sandra continued her role as ringMistress.

As their fondling and kissing continued, Paula percieved that Charlotte was slowly coming out of her drug-induced sleep. But the famished teacher did not want to stop her sexy undulating against her friend until she was actually ordered to. It felt soooo good to be kissed and felt up by Charlotte. Paula wanted it never to end. And she wanted more.

The sexstarved teacher slid away from Charlotte's body and straddled her friend's slender thigh. Then she began to grind her wanting slit slowly up and down the sinken flesh. Oh, God. It felt sooo good to frig herself on her friend's leg. And Charlotte was wantonly pressing her thigh against Paula's slit, which made it all the better.

Sandra was too shrewd, however, to miss the signs that Charlotte gave that she was slowly waking up. And Sandra wanted Charlotte's awakening to be a real surprise for her, a surprise that would keep her completely off balance long enough for the seventeen year old Mistress to gain complete control over her.

"Paula dear. It's time for your treat, baby. Slide that slutty teacherbod of yours down the bed and let Charlotte put her sweet face in your nasty crotch. I bet if you give her a good whiff of your nasty old cowslut sniz, she'll really want to put her tongue into it for you. And if she eats you out as good as she did me, you'll soon be cumming all over that nasty pink tongue of hers just like the little cumcumfaucet you are."

Paula clapped her hands, giggled in glee like a little girl finally given her long-awaited treat and did as she was told. Soon sleepy Charlotte was face deep in Paulacrotch, snuffeling, and licking, and lapping away for all she was worth at her friend's clit and pussylips. Paula, who had been holding herself in such strict discipline all evening, suddenly just had to cum.

"Mistress Sandra. Pllleeeeeasssseee. Paula needs to cum cum real baaaaad. Oh, pppplllleeeeaaaasssseeee."

Sandra smiled at her teacher slave's wanton request. Paula's daughter and Jill giggled wickedly to hear her be so blatent in her plea for sexual release.

"Well, Paula. I think that your slutty friend Charlotte SHOULD wake up with your cum cum in her mouth, since it was you who got her into all this. So you go right ahead, dear and cum all you want to. You know how much it turns your Mistress on to watch you cum cum for her."

Immediately, Paula began to buck her distented sex lips hard up against Charlotte's face and very soon indeed, the horny teacher squirted a little gush of lovemucus onto her friend's nose and into her gaping mouth. Charlotte, still only half conscious, instinctively and avidly lapped up what Paula was giving her. Then, all of a sudden, as if recognizing perhaps the taste of what was in her mouth, the dozing woman's eyes started to flutter and she began to come to herself.

Observing that Charlotte was now almost awake, Sandra decided to put the icing on her depraved cake. The seventeen year old vixen reached over and slapped Paula hard on the cheek once more to get her full attention.

"Paula. I want you to stop cumming right this second and start peepeeing for us. Right in dear ole Charlotte's mouth. Understand. And I want you to hold her head right up against your slutpuss if you have to, but you better make sure she drinks every last drop of your sweet Paulapiss all down. 'Cause if you don't, I'm going to beat that teacher slut ass of yours so bad you won't be able to sit down for a week."

Even though Paula had not even been allowed to finish cumming, she knew the tone of Sandra's voice and she understood that her Mistress would countenence no infractions of her orders. So the teacher immediately placed her palms on either side of Charlotte's head and forced the woman to keep her face deep in her crotch. She also locked her long legs tightly around her friend's naked shoulders so she could not buck herself off. At the same time, Paula let loose a hot stream of pungent golden fluid, right into her friend's yawning mouth. Charlotte, now coming fully awake and completely confused, began to sputter and squeal, trying her best to get away from the hot, golden stream. But Paula held onto her head for dear life, pressing it in a vicelike grip, and forced Charlotte's mouth right up against her slit. When Charlotte clamped her mouth shut in an effort to keep from having to ingest any more piss, Paula's spray drenched her nose, eyes, and chin. Sandra and company could not contain their laughter at seeing Charlotte fighting to avoid being drowned in Paulapee.

"She's not drinking, Paula," Sandra warned with vicious malice in her tone.

The panicked teacher, knowing what Sandra would do to her if she did not immediately force her friend to open her mouth once more, reached her thumbs around Charlotte's cheeks and pressed sharply where the jaw lines met. Charlotte had no choice but to open her mouth wide once more or suffer the excruciating pain of having her jaw nerves pinched by her friend. Though Charlotte continued to sputter and try to get away, Paula forced her to keep drinking until the teacher's bladder was completely empty.

When Sandra saw that Paula had peed all she could, she told her teacher slave to let Charlotte go. Paula spread her legs wide and took her hands away from Charlotte's head. The confused and horrified woman immediately backed away from Paula's crotch and looked around the room wildly.

"Charlotte, dear. Why don't you show your friend Paula your appreciation for being allowed the privilege of drinking both her cum cum and her pisspiss by giving her slutty little pussy a big old smooch for me."

Jill and Kathy haughed out loud at Sandra's words.

Charlotte shook her head vigorously. She was terribly disoriented and totally disconcerted by her freakish situation, but she was sure she did not want to use her mouth in such a disgusting fashion.

"Mikey, honey. Why don't you hand me that videocam you've been using so well, and teach your mother how to obey her new Mistress."

"Sure thing, Sandra," Mike smirked as he handed his friend the videocam.

Charlotte looked at her son with a dazed expression on her face.

"Mike. What's going on."

Mike slid his long leather belt from his tight jeans and walked over to where his perplexed mother lay naked on her bed, drenched in Paulapee.

"Well, Mommy. What's going on is we're here to teach you how to obey. And right now, Sandra gave you an order, and you better get that mommiemouth of yours to sucking on Paula's pussy right now and give it a nice, big, slobbery wet kiss just like Sandra said."

Charlotte began to rise from the bed, but Mike was ready for her.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

The metal tipped tongue of Mike's leather belt bit searingly into his mother's vulnerable naked flesh. Her pert breast, her slender flank, her flat tummy and her shapely leg all were treated to a dose of burning pain. Charlotte hurt as though she had been treated to a dose of branding iron. The terrified woman screamed shrilly and fell back onto the bed and began howling at the top of her lungs. She instinctively collapsed into a foetal position and rolled around on the bed. Mike watched his mother's antics and waited for the initial shock of pain to subside, then he lashed out at her naked and vulnerable body once more.

STRAP. STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

The belt bit viciously into Charlotte's unprotected side, and, rump, and, thigh. The woman cried out hideously and rolled around violently on the bed. Her abused body was beginning to show a series of angry red welts where her son's belt had struck. Seeing the results of his handiwork, Mike redoubeled his efforts to give his mother even more to squeal about.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

Charlotte wailed like a lost soul and writhed about on the bed caught in the throes of unbelievable agony. And as she wriggled like a netted fish, Mike continued strapping her without a tincture of remorse.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

The last series caught Charlotte as she lay insensate on her back. Her breasts, tummy, and upper thighs were subjected to a merciless and excruciating barrage of blows.

"OHHHH GODDDDDDD. GODDDDDDDDD, GODDDDDDDDDD. OHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDD. PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE SSSTTTOOOPPP. OHHH GGGGOOOOODDDDD."

Once again Mike waited for the initial shock of pain to subside. After a long while, Charlotte stopped rolling around and lay still, a broken, whimpering wretch.

"Now, Mommy. Are you ready to obey Sandra and kiss Paula's pussy for her just like she told you to."

Charlotte slowly raised her head off the matress and looked fixedly at her son as he stood over her, the menace of him clearly revealed in his arrogant stance. Her eyes followed the tip of his belt as it swung from his hand. She was totally fixated on the source of her anguish.

"Why, Mike. Why."

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

Charlotte's back, butt, and legs were now covered in welts from Mike's stinging belt. And as for Charlotte, herself, she was once again writhing on the bed, screaming and squealing her lungs out.

This time, Mike and his friends had to wait for almost fifteen minutes until Charlotte lay still once more, whimpering softly to herself.

"Last chance, Mom," Mike said, a low, animal growl in the back of his throat.

Somewhere from deep within her fevered brain, Charlotte suddenly realized that Mike was ready, willing, and able to beat her within an inch of her life. With that stark realization came an unambiguous understanding that she had better obey, at least for the time being. So, slowly, painfully, the naked woman slithered across the bed until her face rested on Paula's outstretched thigh. Then, by the exertion of great effort and despite her conscious loathing and the dregs of her pain, Charlotte pressed her lips tentatively and trimulously against her friend's smooth labia and planted a chaste baby kiss on the offerred nether lips.

Sandra flew across the room and slapped Charlotte's upturned face several times.

"I told you to KISS the bitch's pussy, not peck at it. Now get your slutty face between her cow legs and KISS her pussy for her . I mean, after all, she is an old friend of yours who has just rewarded you for your friendship by allowing you the privilege of slurping down her girlcum and her peepee. You should be grateful to her for her generosity and be eager to let her know just how much you appreciate it."

Frantic with fear, Charlotte immediately put her face back between Paula's splayed thighs and began licking and smooching all over her friend's fleshgusset.

Jill and Kathy applauded Charlotte's obscene performance while Sandra just smiled and got it on tape for later. Mike stood proudly over his broken spirited mother and reveled in the fact that he had made her do something that she so obviously did not want to do. Here was the first step toward his total control of her. And he couldn't wait for more.

"And you better not leave a single drop of her puss puss wet or her Paulapeepee, either. You nasty girl. Lick it all up for me right now. I'm going to inspect her when you get through with her, and if I find so much as a single drop you didn't get, I'm going to let Mike beat you with that belt until you pass out."

Charlotte heard the threat and redoubled her efforts to find and consume every last drop of Paula's piss and cum.

When Sandra had felt Paula up enough to decide that Charlotte had obeyed her well enough, the seventeen year old handed Mike the videocam. Sandra bent over and whispered the obvious question into Charlotte's ear.

"Was it good, baby. Does my sweet, sexy Paula's puss puss taste good to you, huh. You nasty little pussyeating Charlotteslut, you. Tell me right now."

As she whispered into her new sex toy's ear, Sandra stroked the back of her neck with her fingers. Then she let her hand trail slowly down Charlotte's naked and weltmarked back to the swell of her butt where she stopped to play for awhile around the little vee of the woman's tailbone. Sandra could already feel the raised marks that Mike had given her as she tenderly groped and patted Charlotte's little butt for her.

Charlotte was so frightened of what Sandra might do to her that she remained stark still; just like a deer in the headlights.

Sandra reached down and casually picked up Mike's belt from where he had dropped on the floor.

"I asked you a question, bitch."

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

Sandra's arm was not so powerful as Mikes, but she had an advantage of knowing just where her strokes would cause the most pain.

Charlotte's body jerked and wriggled with each strap of the belt on her already abused flesh. The naked woman cried out in the starkest pain and terror; then froze solid as she felt Sandra's hand touch her flesh once more. The seventeen year old slid her paln once again along Charlotte's back, running her index finger along the crisscross of welts that were now so prominent.

"You know, Charlotte. I just love giving pain to grown up little mommiebitches like you. So you just keep misbehaving, and I'll just keep beating the living shit out of you. OK, honeypie."

Once again Sandra raised the belt to strike her cringing victem.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

Charlotte was now beside herself with pain. She screamed hoarsely as she wriggled and writhed around. So totally unconscious was she of her nakedness that she did not even bother to try to cover her intimate parts from the hungry gaze of Sandra and her friends. She just kept thrashing about on the bed, giving them tantalizing glimpses of her abused charms.

But Sandra was growing bored with Charlotte's lewd display. She wanted to get on with her training.

"Charlotte," Sandra said the name with command in her voice.

Charlotte, in the midst of her torment, heard that command and immediately jerked to attention on the bed.

"Charlotte, dear. Are you going to behave me like the good little girl I know you want to be or do I have to keep swatting your slutty mommiebody with Mikey's nasty ole belt."

Sandra casually swung the belt back and forth while Charlotte stared at it again from her place on the bed as though she were completely mesmerized by a cobra.

Sandra reached out her other hand and began stroking Charlotte's short hair.

"Well. Are you going to be a good little girl for me from now on."

Charlotte could see no other way out.

"I'll behave," she said barely above a whisper.

Sandra leaned over and asked her once more.

"Say it so we can all hear you, bitch."

Charlotte looked up into Sandras fixed and evil stare just exactly like a wounded and trapped animal, which, of course, she was.

"I'll behave."

Sandra let the belt slip slowly from her fingers onto the floor beside her.

"And so we won't need bad ole Mr. Belt, anymore. Will we, sweetie."

Charlotte shuddered.

"No. Please no. Please, no more belt."

Sandra slid her fingers along the older woman's cheek. Then to her slightly parted lips. Then across her chin.

"That's my good little girl. She's going to be sooooooo obedient for her Mistress Sandra from now on. Isn't she."

Charlotte shuddered once more at Sandra's tantalizing fingers and her hypnotic words.

"Yes. I'll be good."

Sandra suddenly reached her hand back and gave Charlotte three stinging slaps on her face.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Charlotte cringed and tried to scoot her body across the bed and away from Sandra's menacing hand. But the seventeen year old grabbed a handful of the older woman's short hair and jerked her back.

"Weren't you listening to me. Who am I, Bitch."

Charlotte squealed as Sandra pulled her hair really hard.

"WHO AM I."

Charlotte struggled to form the words but the pain was blocking out everything else.

Sandra let go of her hair.

"Who am I, baby," Sandra purred down at her terrified victem, her fingers once more stroking the nape of her victem's neck.

Charlotte's lower lip trembled and she began to sob.

"You're Mistress Sandra."

Big, hot tears streamed down Charlotte's slap-reddened face.

Sandra leaned her face until her lips were touching Charlottes'

"That's right, baby. I'm Mistress Sandra. And, from now on, you're my little subby Charlotte. And don't you ever, ever forget it. Now, shut up and kiss me, you nasty girl. I'll tell you a little secret, babydoll. I just love hurting big girl sluts just like you until they cry their little eyes out and beg me to let them obey me. And then I just adore kissing the soul right out of them."

Sandra parted her lips and waited impatiently for Charlotte to follow suit. Slowly, the older woman allowed her lips to part and Sandra began kissing her passionately. Charlotte did not want to kiss this teenage tormentress, but she now knew better than to disobey. As they kissed she could do nothing but wonder when would this nightmare be over for her.

Sandra twined her hungry tongue around Charlotte's, mixing her saliva with that of her victem. Then, she stabbed her tongue deep into Charlotte's warm, wet mouth and pulled back. Charlotte went slack.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Look, bitch. From now on, when I stick my tongue in your mouth, I expect you to suck on it for me. That's just what I like from subby little housewives like you. OK, stupid."

Charlotte nodded her head in understanding.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Charlotte's face was once again inflamed with Sandra's painful slaps.

"Do you understand me, you stupid cow."

A totally terrified Charlotte used all her mental strength to pull herself together in the face of Sandra's renewed cruelty.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I understand."

Sandra fixed the older woman with her stare.

"Then repeat it out loud for me, pookie," she said in a syrupysweet voice.

Charlotte shuddered then whispered the words Sandra wanted to hear.

"From now on, when you put your tongue in my mouth, you want me to suck it."

Sandra made a motion with her hand that indicated that she wanted Charlotte to continue.

Charlotte concentrated very hard on what she was being made to say.

"Because that's what you like from subby little housewives like me."

Sandra clapped her hands and smiled down on her new victem. Then she put her palm on Charlotte's shoulder and slowly rolled her over on her back. Knowing what would happen to her if she put up any resistance whatsoever to her young tormentress, Charlotte did not do one thing to inhibit Sandra's action.

Sandra was becoming very satisfied indeed with Charlotte's complete docility, especially considering how short a time she had had to work with her. The seventeen year old began languidly fondling the older woman's small but firm breasts, humming contentedly to herself as she explored and petted Charlotte's creamy and sensitive skin. She pinched the taut nipples. She squeezed the firm breastflesh that had so recently been abused by Mike's belt. Then she leaned down and casually sucked one of Charlotte's nipples into her mouth, knowing that the woman would not dare to object to this kind of lewd treatment..

Charlotte was very afraid. She anticipated that Sandra would try to hurt her in some way or other and she endeavored to brace herself for the pain. When Sandra did nothing but just quietly suckel the nipple, Charlotte relaxed slightly; but only slightly. After a while, Sandra reluctantly pulled her face away from the saliva-glistening nipple.

"See, cutiepie. If you just lie there and do whatever I say, I won't hurt you at all. But if you give me any shit whatever, I'll hurt you till you faint from the pain. then I'll wake you up and hurt you some more. Got it."

Charlotte let out a sharp gasp as she comprehended the truth of Sandra's words.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra continued to fondle and grope the older woman's breasts; all the while smiling down on her new plaything. If there was anything better than a willing subby, it was an unwilling one.

"Oh, by the way, did you breast feed little Mikey, honeybabe. Or did you bottle feed him."

Charlotte answered immediately, already well on her way to being a complete sub.

"I bottle fed him, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra squeezed the firm flesh between her fingers and thumb until Charlotte began whimpering from the pain.

"I thought so. Well, you can breastfeed his son for me. Can't you, sweetiepie."

Charlotte did not want to understand what Sandra was aluding to, but she decided to agree anyway."

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra looked down at Charlotte the way a hawk looks down on a scurrying rodent out in the open. She took one of Charlotte's hands and forced the older woman to cup it around the bottom of her own breast.

"Now be a good little girl and lift that little tittie of yours right up to your mouth, baby. And suck on that nice tasting tittienipple for me. I just adore watching slutmommies like you sucking on their own tits."

Charlotte's eyes grew wide in disbelief.

"Where's my belt," Sandra said the words slowly and softly. That was enough.

Charlotte pushed her small breast toward her face and leaned forward so she could get the nipple into her mouth. Then she began suckling the supersensitive flesh.

"Wow," Jill said incretulously. "You got Mike's mom to suck her own tit right in front of God and everybody.

When she had enjoyed enough of Mike's mother's humiliation at being forced to suckle her own breast, Sandra finally pulled Charlotte's face away from her assignment.

"That's a good girl, Charlotte. That's a real good girl. You just keep behaving like that and everything will be allright. Now, does anybody else have to take a piss."

Jill piped right up.

"I do. I do."

"Well, Charlotte. Do you know Jill well enough to ask her nicely if she would allow you the privilege of drinking her peepee for her so she doesn't have to waste a trip to the bathroom."

Charlotte shuddered. But Sandra made her point with an especially vicious breastsqueeze

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Charlotte said from between clenched teeth.

"Jill, would you mind letting our little Charlotteslut drink your peepee for you."

Jill smirked and acted as if she were debating the matter with herself.

"Ask her if she's willing to do it for me anytime I tell her to from now on."

Sandra looked down at Charlotte.

"Well, Charlotte. Are you."

Charlotte really, truly did not want to have to answer Sandra's question in the affirmative, but the feel of Sandra's fingernails pressing viciously into her breastflesh convinced her otherwise.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"And also, could you find out if Charlotte is willing to come up to me from time to time and beg me to let her do it."

Sandra looked down at Charlotte.

"Sure, Jill. I think that it's only fair for our subby little Charlotte here to have to beg you to allow her the privilege of drinking your goddesspee. What about it, Charlotte."

Once agains, Charlotte knew she had no choice but to obey.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Jill clapped her hands and sat down on the bed right next to Charlotte. Sandra removed her hand completely from Charlotte's body as a sign that the woman was doing this of her own accord. Charlotte shivered once more, turned her head so that she faced Jill's splayed thighs, and reluctantly slid her face in close to the girl's crotch.

Jill barely gave the older woman enough time to prepare before releasing her hot, pungent stream. Charlotte gurgled deep in her throat as she began drinking her son's girlfriend's acrid girlpee. For the next minute or so, Jill sprayed and Charlotte gulped. Then Jill finally finished her peeing.

Charlotte was just pulling her face away when Sandra's restraining hand on the side of her head stopped her.

"Lick her clean, bitch. I can see we have a lot of work ahead of us teaching you how to drink girlpiss the right way."

Charlotte knew that it was less than useless to fight. So she turned her face back to the job at hand and licked the last few golden drops from Jill's slit.

Sandra finally relented and let her up.

"Anyone else."

Kathy jumped up, offering to replace her friend's pussy with her own.

Sandra looked at her for a moment, then shook her head.

"Can you hold it for just a little while honey. I want to get on with looking at Charlotte's videotape."

Kathy reluctantly admitted that she could hold it for a little while longer so long as she knew that Charlotte would render her the same obescenses that she already had to Jill.

"Well, Charlotte. Do you agree to drink down our little Kathy's peepee whenever she tells you to, and beg her for the pribilege just like with Jill, hmmmmmmm."

Charlotte knew exactly what she must say.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I promise."

Sandra smiled.

"That's a good babygirl. Now why don't we all go into the living room and watch the nice videotape Mikey made for us."

Sandra hauled Charlotte to her feet by gripping the older woman's small breast firmly between her strong fingers and tugging hard. Her efforts were rewarded by Charlotte's squeal of pain, but the older woman did come along behind her Mistress who laughed as she let go of the tormented breastflesh, crooked her finger into a vicious hook, inserted it deep into Charlotte's palpating slit, and pulled her roughly along behind her. Paula, who had been intently watching the goings on in a state of submissive rapture, got herself lithely off the bed and trailed along at a respectful distance behind Mike, Jill, and Kathy.

Sandra led the group into the Parker living room. There, against one wall, stood a large entertainment center complete with big screen TV and VCR. Across from the entertainment center and at an angle to it was a long sofa and a loveseat. Jill and Kathy immediately plopped themselves down on the loveseat and began frenching and fondling. Sandra placed Charlotte in the middle of the sofa and sat down right next to her, leaving a space on the other side of her new sex toy for Mike who was getting the TV and VCR ready for the show.

"Paula, why don't you sit crosslegged right here on the floor with your slutty teacherface stuffed right between my sweet Mistressthighs like the good little teachersubby you are. I know what a real treat it is for you to be allowed to taste your Mistress. And you certainly deserve a treat as a reward for giving us little Charlotte here to play with."

Without giving a thought to the implications of Sandra's words, Paula did exactly as she was told. Her chin soon rested on the edge of the sofa and her tongue began its happy work of bringing her Mistress off, not to quickly, of course.

Charlotte looked down at her friend as she ate out her seventeen year old Mistress, fully comprehending for the first time just how Paula had betrayed her into the hands of these perverted adolescents, her son included. As the light dawned, the broken woman began to cry freely.

Totally unconcerned with Charlotte's suffering, Mike sat himself down right next to his naked mother and used the remote to start the videotape. His free hand began possessively sliding back and forth along Charlotte's smooth, slender thigh. It was clear from his rapt expression that he just loved the feel of his mother's naked flesh against his petting hand, especially since she wasn't doing one little thing to stop him.

His salacious actions told Sandra in no uncertain terms that he could hardly wait to get at his mom. Seing what Mike was already doing to his mother, Sandra used her own hand to slide provocatively up and down along Charlotte's other naked thigh. Her erotic appreciation of Charlotte's smooth, naked thighflesh was as keen as was Mike's.

Both Mike and Sandra freely and happily exercised their complete dominance over Charlotte as if they had been doing so for years. Charlotte, sensing in her very soul the utter futility of fighting against her two tormentors, just sat on the sofa, praying desperate that this would all go away very, very soon; but knowing in her deepest core that it probably never would.

As she was forced to watch the perverse videotape that Mike had made of her downfall, Charlotte came to understand more and more just how desperate was her current situation. The more she watched herself twist and wriggle and listened to herself moan and squeal on the TV, the more she saw how her heretofore unconscious sexual needs and desires had so thoroughly been used to entrap her. She simply could not believe her eyes when she saw herself wantonly fondling Jill's and Kathy's naked bodies. Her senses reeled as she watched herself sucking their hot and sticky cum off her own hand; cum that her masterbating fingers had wrung out of the two girls. She was transfixed with horror as she saw herself being tricked into urinating into Paula's waiting mouth. Deep dispair and a grave sense of hopelessness overwhelmed her, body and soul. She had never even remotely suspected that deep down inside her lurked a ravenous, licentious sexhungry woman who obviously craved the wanton attentions of other females. But she had to admit to herself that the videotape did not lie, and, because of it, Charlotte could do nothing now but humbly consign herself to the dreadful fate providence and Sandra St. George had alotted her.

Once Charlotte came to that decision, she was able to examine, at least a little, her current response to what the videotape showed her about herself. Clearly, from the way her slumbering body was reacting, the older woman was most obviously getting off on the girlloving she was being coerced into. There was no denying, even to herself, that the Charlotte depicted in the videotape seemed to be reacting positively, even proactively, to the feel and taste of the tantalizing girlflesh put within her reach. And truth to tell, while she was thoroughly repulsed by her son's exploring hand on her left leg, Charlotte had no such feelings whatsoever about Sandra's soft, cool hand as it impudently roved over the flesh of her right. Even though Charlotte had had enough experience of the seventeen year old so far during this one night to know with absolute certainty that her new Mistress was the embodiment of evil itself, the older woman was still somehow drawn mysteriously to her seductive touch. Charlotte did not consciously want Sandra's hand to make her react in such a passionate manner, dut she could not seem to help herself.

So deeply enmeshed in her own moral downfall was she that Charlotte hardly noticed the salacious effect the videotape was having on the others in the room. Jill and Kathy had stopped their girllovemaking and were avidly watching the scene of Charlotte's degredation unfold on the big screen. They giggled and hooted at the sight of the older woman on the big screen fondling them and licking their spent orgasms off her slender hand. The girls exchanged nasty quips and sordid comparisons as they commented on Charlotte's lewd on-screen behavior.

As a sign of their own growing horniness, Sandra and Mike increased their fondling of Charlotte's vulnerable flesh even as they watched her being put through her degrading paces. Their hands often entertwined as they roved over Charlotte's vanquished body, poking, pinchig, probing. Both Sandra and Mike knew perfectly well that this woman was now theirs for the taking, and they made sure by their insolent petting of her most imntimate parts that Charlotte would be made to know it, too.

By the time the on-screen Charlotte was waking up to the taste of Paula's hot and pungent pee in her mouth, the real time Charlotte was being cruelly sucked on and bitten, pinched and scratched, palpated and prodded by her two perverted assailents. The completely broken woman just sat there on the sofa and sobbed her heart out as Sandra and Mike took their fill of their cruel playpleasure with her.

When the videotape finally ended, Mike stopped playing with his mother's naked thigh just long enough to press the remote, shutting everything off. Sandra saw the lusthunger in the boy's eyes and decided that the time was right to let him have his way with his mom.

She reached her hand up to Charlotte's face and turned it so that she was looking directly into the woman's empty, glazed over stare.

Now Charlotte, wasn't that a sweet little show you put on for us. Hhmmmmmm, cutiepie."

Sandra tenderly stroked Charlotte's tearstained cheek as she spoke quietly to her. And Charlotte's wracking sobs slowly subsided as Sandra's hand reassurred and comforted her. But the hot tears of her humiliation continued to flow. The older woman just could not seem to stop crying.

Even so, and despite everything she had endured so far, as Sandra continued to caress her skin and console her with tender words, Charlotte began to sense, somewhere deep in the recesses of her tormented psyche, vague and uncertain stirrings and cravings. For her own part, Sandra, who was truly experienced in these matters, gently stoked Charlotte's sparks of nascent masochistic desire by allowing her seductive hands sensitively to continue to make love to her captive's abused body. Her caressing fingers glided tenderly over Charlotte's neck, and shoulders, and pert breasts, petting and fondling her victem until she saw the telltale flair of her nostrels and the beginnings of a flush across her chest.

Sandra could see it in Charlotte's eyes. She was winning again. Yes, indeed. Yet another sweet, and meek, and submissive victem to add to her growing collection.

Sandra's purring voice coaxed Charlotte to answer her, finally.

"Come on now, Charlotte baby. Answere Mistress Sandra like a good little girl."

As much under Sandra's thrall as she was, Charlotte clearly heard the note of latent menace in the seventeen year old's cooing command. And Charlotte was not too far gone to recognize that implicite in Sandra's tone of voice was the promise for much more pain to come should Charlotte answer in a way that her Mistress did not like. Charlotte may have been allowing herself to become more at ease with Sandra's long, slender fingers as they casually stroked and petted her vulnerable body. But her mind kept reminding her that those soothing, tantalizing fingers could just as easily become rending talons at a moment's change of her Mistress's whim.

Sensing how close she was coming to being the woeful recipient of a further onslaught of Sandra's violent and unpredictable anger, Charlotte slowly nodded her bowed head in agreement.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Charlotte jerked her head back in a vain attempt to keep Sandra from slapping her. But to no avail. The seventeen year old's palm struck her cheeks with blinding pain.

"Say it out loud, bitch."

Charlotte cried out in terror and agony.

"YEEEEESSSSSS. Yessss. It was a pretty show I put on."

Charlotte broke down into sobs once more.

Sandra lifted the older woman's head with her outstretched hand. The seventeen year old then kissed Charlotte's lips tenderly, letting her hands rove freely over whatever she could find to delight and interest her. Charlotte, despite her best efforts to stifle her reaction to being so wantonly kissed and caressed, made a little moaning sound deep in the back of her throat. As Sandra continued to kiss her and touch her body, Charlotte began tentatively to kiss back. Sandra finally pulled her lips away and smiled over at her newest conquest.

Sandra cupped Charlotte's breast in her hand and squeexed it softly.

"I bet that our little Charlotte her would have to confine herself to just one bungee cord to tie up these itty bitty titties of hers. Not like you. Right, Paulacow."

Paula looked longingly at what her Mistress was doing to her friend and wished it were her being so lewdly petted.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra placed her other finger against Charlotte's slightly parted lips. The older woman immediately began sucking on the proferred fingertip of her Mistress, just as she knew she was supposed to do.

"That's a good little Charlotteslut. Now you just keep on sucking on my yummy little fingertip no matter what I do to you. Right, baby."

Charlotte nodded slowly, all the while continuing to suck slavishly on Sandra's fingertip.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Sandra's other hand had released its hold on Charlotte's breast so that she could apply a barrage of resounding slaps to the older woman's saucy titflesh. Charlotte almost forgot herself, so sharp was the pain in her chest. But she retained enough self control not to cry out, but to continue her obedient suckling of Sandra's finger.

Sandra smiled as she removed her Charlotte moistened finger.

"What a goooood little subby bitch you are, Charlotte baby."

Charlotte bowed her head in abject submission to her new Mistress.

"And you're my sexy little subby bitchkitty from now on. Aren't you, Charlotte."

Charlotte slowly raised her head to meet her Mistress's gaze. Sandra could see that her victem's eyes sparkled.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I'm your sexy little subby bitchkitty from now on."

"And I'll bet you would really like for Peteyhubby to see just what kind of a sexy, slutty, subby picture you make, too. Wouldn't you, babygirl. I bet he doesn't even know what a truly nastysick little girl lover his dirty little wifeypoo turns out to be after all. Does he. I bet he'll be so surprised when he sees your pink little tongue, stuck out as far as it will go, licking off all that girlcum from your nasty little hands. Won't he, baby."

Sandra's harsh words started Charlotte sobbing all over again. How could Sandra be so tender to her one minute and so cruel the very next. The imperious seventeen year old just sat and waited for her victem to calm down once more. It took quite a while this time for Charlotte to cry herself out. But Sandra did not mind in the least. She used the time to amuse and entertain herself in feeling the older woman up. She so enjoyed the touch of Charlotte's soft, smooth naked flesh and the way the broken woman put up no resistance at all any more to her Mistress's wanton probings of her intimate parts.

When Charlotte was finally cried out, Sandra raised her fingertip to the older woman's lips and pushed against them, just like before. Charlotte shuddered as Sandra's sensual spell came over her once more and obediently opened her mouth for her Mistress to stick her finger way inside. Charlotte closeed her eyes tight shut and began to suckle the offerred finger unbidden, her manner as earlier one of abject surrender.

"Do you want Pete to see the videotape, Charlotte dear."

Charlotte shook her head slowly from side to side while maintaing her sucking hold on her Mistress's probing finger. That finger was now Charlotte's lifeline to her new world. And she was letting herself become intimately acquainted with it.

"Do you understand clearly that I will show the videotape to him unless you obey me completely from now on and always in the future behave yourself like a good little subby slut when you are around me."

Charlotte immediately nodded her head in assent. She knew for certain that she just had to be as good as gold from now on or Sandra would become angry with her again. The older woman did not want to face that prospect at all. Better by far to obey her Mistress and reap the erotic rewards that Sandra might bestow upon her from time to time as a consequence of her submissiveness.

Sandra smiled as she slowly removed her finger from between Charlotte's sucking lips and casually wiped it's saliva coated dampness off on the older woman's pert breast.

Sandra hummed softly as she rubbed the spitwet tip of her finger back and forth against Charlotte's taut nipple.

"I bet she is really going to squeal just like a little piggieslut when I put the clothespins on her little nipnips for her. Just like with you, Paula."

Once again, Paula agreed with her Mistress. Charlotte did her best to control her growing anxiety at what her Mistress was saying about her.

"Does Charlotte like sucking Mistress Sandra's finger for her. Does she, little girl."

Charlotte, who, despite herself, was slowly but surely being turned on by Sandra's finger, wriggled and sighed.

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra smiled and continued to pet the older woman's sensitive breastflesh.

"Now, does Charlotte want a nice treat. Does Baby Charlotte want to taste her Mistress. Does she want to put her nastyslut tongue way deep in her Mistress's yummy sniz. Well, does she."

Charlotte nodded her head slowly in assent and shyly let her eyes rise to meet Sandra's.

"Yessss, Mistress Sandra. I want to put my tongue deep in your yummy Mistresssniz and lick out every last drop."

Sandra was taken aback by Charlotte's sudden brazenness, but recovered herself quickly.

"Well, maybe if little Baby Charlotte is very, very obedient, and does absolutely everything her Mistress Sandra tells her to do from now on. Just maybe, Mistress Sandra will let little Baby Charlotte have a yummy tasteytreat."

Charlotte smiled demurely at her Mistress. Now, the older woman allowed herself to live in hope as well as fear.

Sandra smiled back at her new plaything She was just about ready to jab her scorpion sting deep into her.

"Now, Charlotte honey. Tell me for true. Do you love that badnasty son of yours. I mean, really love him."

Charlotte, whose frantic fear once again suddenly and completely overwhelmed her erotic hope, just sat there, motionless and mute. In the dim recesses of her mind, the older woman caught an uncertain glimmer of where that question might lead, and she really, truly did not want to go there. But would Sandra allow her to demur?

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Charlotte's head jerked horribly back and forth in response to Sandra's vicious hand slaps. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Charlotte dimly realized that Sandra had asked her a truly pivotal question designed to test just how far the older woman would go to obey her Mistress. She tried her best to remember it so she could respond correctly. She so desperately wanted the pain her new Mistress was inflicting upon her to stop.

"Well. Do you, Charlotte."

The older woman looked at her Mistress with unfocused eyes.

"Do I what, Mistress Sandra," Charlotte whispered in a dead monotone.

"Do you love that badass son of yours, sillypoo."

Jill and Kathy giggled as they watched Charlotte's attempt to try to get her act together.

Charlotte concentrated very hard. She knew that the wrong answer now would result in a great deal more pain and humiliation being heaped upon her. She did not want any more of that. Really and truly she didn't. Especially from Mistress Sandra. She decided to just say 'yes.'

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra caressed her new sub's slap-reddened cheek tenderly. Then, the seventeen year old allowed her hand slowly and gently to trail down the older woman's slender neck once more and rest softly on the swell of her upthrust breast, caressing the flesh oh so seductively.

"So you would do anything to make Mikey happy. Wouldn't you, Charlotte dear. Especially if you knew that it would also make Mistress Sandra happy too, hmmmmmmmm."

Charlotte responded slowly, uncertain of everything except that she did not want to cause Sandra to have any excuse whatsoever for giving her any more pain.

What Charlotte truly wanted most of all was for Sandra just simply to revert to petting her instead of slapping her senseless. It had felt so much better to have her Mistrtess's loving hands on her body, stroking and caressing rather than punishing and hurting. But now Charlotte knew with absolute certainty that she would have to agree totally with anything and everything Sandra said from now on if her hopes for more Mistressloving and less Mistresspaining were to be realized. "

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra let her hungry eyes rove across the naked woman's torso to where Mike was sitting and smiled her sweetest evilsmile. She was well aware that she had already agreed that Mike could have Charlotte first. But seeing her now, so meek and subservient, Sandra had to exert a great deal of self control just to keep herself from dragging Charlotte over the the Beale house by her short hair right that minute, grabbing up the strap on that still lay on the bed, and fucking her senseless with it until the older woman completely covered the long, thick shaft with womancum. She could hardly wait. But wait she must.

"Well, Mikey" Sandra breathed. "Why don't you just tell your Mommy what you want her to do. What could our little babyslutmom do for you to make you happy, big boy."

Mike, who had been running his sweating palms up and down Charlotte's naked back now took his hands completely off his mother's body. She turned slowly to face him, fearful and franticly expectant at the same time.

Mike smiled and cleared his throat, and said it simply.

"Mom. I want you to beg me to fuck you. Now that would make me really happy."

Charlotte shook her head. Even now, after everything she had gone through so far this night, her fogged brain refused to believe that she had heard correctly. She just sat there, completely dumbfounded. Hoping against hope that she was wrong about what she thought she had heard.

Sandra's wheedling voice broke through the fog that clouded Charlotte's brain.

"Well, Baby Charlotte. Don't you want to do what your sonny boy says. You know that it would make me just so happy to watch Mikey boy pork you with that fat prick of his. Don't you want to make Mistress Sandra happy, too."

Charlotte hesitated.

"Or do I have to go get his belt and teach you all about how to obey me all over again, hmmmmmm."

Taking the hint, Mike arose from the sofa and strode toward the living room door, as if he were on his way to retreave the belt for Sandra.

Charlotte immediately began to cry out in stark terror. Her pitiful pleas for mercy were an incoherent babble of imploring monosyllibles. She clutched at Sandra's hand and brought it up to her trembling lips. She kissed it fervently and sucked on the fingers in a ludicrus attempt to gain the seventeen year old's reprieve. Sandra just laughed at Charlotte's antics.

"Pleeeeeeease, Mistress Sandra. I'll be good. I promise I wll. I'll do anything Mike wants me to do. Pleeeeease don't get the belt again. Pleeeeeease."

Sandra patted the utterly distraught older woman's cheek in order to reassure her.

"So now you agree to beg our Mikeypoo here to take pity on you and give you some of that famous longdong of his, hmmmmmmm, Baby Charlotte."

Charlotte vigorously nodded her head in agreement. She would do whatever it took to avoid any more pain, especially pain from being strapped by that horrible belt.

Sandra giggled as she saw how earnestly Charlotte was attempting to communicate her willingness to obey.

"I can't wait to see him shag that mommiepussy of yours for you until you scream.

Sandra's hands began caressing Charlotte's body once more as she continued.

And if you beg him real sexy for Mistress Sandra, I might even be persuaded to give you that treat I promised you."

Charlotte bowed her head in humiliation and resignation. She most assurredly did not want her own son to put his erect penis inside her body and fuck her until she screamed. The horror of the though of his having sexual relations with her turned her stomach. But, just as surely, Charlotte did not want to be abused any more, either.

And didn't she recall somewhere in the recesses of her dazed mind that Sandra had promised her that if she got through this ghastly ordeal with Mike somehow, her Mistress would reward her with a treat. Surely then, if Charlotte obeyed totally and made her Mistress happy by her complete submission to the seventeen year old's orders, Sandra would take pity on her and give her her treat. Surely she would.

The now totally confused and befuddled woman slowly turned her head toward her leering son who stood over her in rapt expectation of what was to come. Mike's greedy eyes feasted on his mother's naked and vulnerable body, covered in angry red welts from the strapping he and Sandra had given her, and flushed with humiliation and embarrasment. Oh how he hungered to take her and use her just as she was; physically abused and morally confused. But first she must be made to beg him for it, to humiliate herself completely before him and his wicked friends, to subjugate herself absolutely to her son's brutal carnal demands, to surrender herself to him abjectly and to beseech him with all her heart to use his enormous tool any way he desired upon her poor, unworthy body. Any way at all.

Mike strode confidently back to the sofa where his naked mother sat, degredation and humiliation showing all over her face.

"Well, Mommy dear. Don't you have something to say to me."

As he spoke, Mike reached out his hand and stroked Charlotte's short hair. Feeling his letcherous touch on her body, the older woman cringed.

Mike put his little finger in his mouth and sucked on it until it was slickywet with his spit. Then he placed the saliva-coated fingertip against the inside of his mother's ear and began rummaging around with it. Charlotte shivered once more, revulsed by her son's probing finger and domineering manner.

Sandra leaned over and began licking Charlotte's other ear.

"Well. Answer him, sillypoo," the seventeen year old whisperlicked into the older woman's ear as she allowed her hand to rove over Charlotte's upper body.

Charlotte tried to steel herself for what she knew she had to do, but her nerve faltered. She turned to face her Mistress, anguish suffusing her countenance.

"Please, Mistress Sandra. Please don't make me do this. Pleeeeeease. I'll do just anything you want me to. But pppllleeeeaaaassseee don't make me do this."

Sandra could barely hear Charlotte's plea, so soft was her voice. Instead of answering the older woman, Sandra leaned against her and began kissing her tenderly on the mouth. Charlotte slowly responded, hoping against hope that by being pliant and encouraging Sandra to continue kissing her, she could somehow cause her Mistress to have pity on her and stay her son's terrible desire. Sandra continued to kiss her, stroking her hair and comforting the older woman just as before. She so loved it when one of her conquests tried to wheedle her with seductive physical favors. Sandra wondered just how far Charlotte would go to keep from having to be forced into intercourse with her son. Well, now was a good time to find out, even though Sandra had absolutely no intention of being deterred from her goal of making Charlotte submit to a bout of sonfucking.

As she and Charlotte continued in their torrid soul kiss, the young girl moved her hands to the older woman's breasts. Gently at first, then more forcefully, Sandra began caressing and groping her new sex toy. Charlotte responded nicely, breathing heavily and whimpering softly as her Mistress continued molesting her. Then Sandra began to tweeze Charlotte's delicate nipples between her thumb nails and index finger nails. When Charlotte began to pull away, Sandra redoubled her tweezing and twisting until Charlotte could stand it no longer. The older woman pulled her lips off of those of her tormentress and let out a high pitched squeal of purest pain.

"Pleeeeeeeeease, Mistress Sandra. Pleeease stop. That hurts."

Sandra looked her right in the eye.

"Does it hurt more than you think Mikey's bigdick will when he rams it up your little pootube for you, Baby Charlotte. And you just know that before the night is over, ole Mikey here is gonna want to do just that to his little mommiekins."

Sandra smiled broadly as the impact of her words sank into Charlotte's fevered brain. Charlotte could do nothing but bow her head.

"So it's Ok with you then if I want to pinch your mommienipples for you, right, babygirl."

Charlotte could do absolutely nothing but nod her head slowly in agreement. If Sandra would let her off having to beg Mike to fuck her, then she would just have to steel herself to go along with whatever else her Mistress wanted to do to her.

"Well, Charlotte. We'll see."

Sandra was noncommittal, but Charlotte clung desperately to the hope that the seventeen year old could be cajoled into keeping Mike from having his way with her.

Seeing that Charlotte was forcing herself to acquiesse, Sandra once more began tweezing and twisting her captive's nipples back and forth. The seventeen year old was rewarded by a series of cries and squeals as Charlotte gave vent to her sufferings. Such noises were, of course, celestial music to Sandra's ears.

When Charlotte had made enough noise to suit her tormentress for the time being, Sandra moved her probing, groping fingers down the older womans midrif, pausing to tickle and probe the tiny bellybutton, to her crotch, where she spent a happy time prodding, probing, pinching, and scratching until Charlotte almost fainted from the itching, burning pain and growing horniness.

"Raise up, babygirl like a good little lezzieslut, and let Mistress Sandra put her nice finger in your little rose. I just adore fingerfucking grown women like you in the asshole. And I know you want to make me happy. Don't you, babyslut."

Reluctantly but resignedly, Charlotte lifted her small, shapely buns off the sofa and Sandra jabbed her finger into her captive's fundament as far as it would go. Charlotte howled in pain and tried to pull away from the invading, clawing finger. But Mike held his mother fast so that Sandra could dryream her out to her heart's content. Mike knew, even though Charlotte did not, that Sandra was preparing his mother for his eventual anal onslaught. Getting her primed and ready as it were for his log invasion later on.

Charlotte twisted her head from side to side and moaned and screeched out her agony as Sandra calmly continued to jab and scratch.

"I bet Pete would sure like to have a poke at this. Wouldn't he, babygirl. Have you ever let old Peteyboy stick his nasty old boythingey up your pooper, hmmmmmmm."

Charlotte barely heard her Mistress's question, so involved was she in her own pain. A series of sharp slaps to her naked and vulnerable butt cheeks returned the tormented woman to the here and now.

"Well, has he."

Charlotte mustered up what reserves she had left and answered her cruel Mistress's question.

"Nooooooo, Mistress Sandra. Pete has never done that to me."

Sandra smiled over at Mike.

"Hey stud. Did you hear that. Mommieslut here is an asshole virgin. You can be the first."

Mike smirked and pressed his mother more firmly against Sandra's probing finger.

"Cool. I just love fucking girls in the ass. And I'll bet that I will really like doing it to Mommy here. She's probably as tight as any young girl I've had."

Charlotte cried out in terror when she heard what Mike said.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeassssssssssse, Mistress Sandra. I'll do whatever you want me to. But plllleeeeeaaaaasssssseeeeee, don't let Mike do that to me. Pleeeease don't."

Sandra removed her probing finger and wiped it's pungent residue along the inside of Charlotte's buttcrack.

"I don't know, Charlotte. Mike sure seems interested in porking your pooper for you. But maybe he'll be satisfied with just reaming your nasty old mommiepussy. That is of course, if you beg him real nice."

By now, Charlotte was so frantic about keeping Mike from invading her virginal rear end, that the prospect of his actually having vaginal intercourse with her did not seem to be quite the horrible prospect it had been earlier that night. Maybe, just maybe, if she begged him really sincerely to fuck her pussy for her, Charlotte's son would be satisfied and not take her hinder virginity after all. With her mind full of that hopeful thought, the panicked woman lept off the sofa, got down on her knees, and looked as beseechingly as she could directly up at her leeting son. As she knelt there, Charlotte longed for more than anything else in the world to be reassurred by Mike that it was within the realm of possibility that, should she convey both by her words themselves and the intonation she placed on them just how much she would beg for just so long as Mike refrained from raping her rosette, that it would be possible to persuade him to relent.

Charlotte opened her mouth and said the words as passionately as she could muster the enegry.

"Mike, honey. Please, baby. Please, oh please put that big penis of yours inside me. I'm begging you to fill me up with it right now. Please, baby. Mommy wants you to ride me soooooo bad."

Then the highly agitated woman suited her actions to her wanton words. Charlotte crawled swiftly over to where her son was standing imperiously above her. She reached her arms out and around his legs and hugged her naked body to him as tightly as she could manage. Her upturned face lay softly against his crotch. She could certainly feel the enormous bulge of him thrusting outward, demanding the freedom to have its way with her. Unbidden, Charlotte nuzzled her cheek tenderly against the outthrust member that poked straight out of Mike's jeans. She opened her mouth as wide as it could go and wrapped her lips around it's bulbous head and suckeled it through the material just like a starving infant.

Mike immediately thrust his hips out so that even more of his denim-covered erection would drive into his mother's wide open mouth. He groaned and wiggled his hips. Very soon, a large wet spot of precum stained the front of his jeans and it was everything he could do to keep himself from cumming right then and there.

Charlotte felt his desperate need to ejaculate. Perhaps, she surmised as she continued to lave his prickhead through his jeans, if she acted like a real slut for him, Charlotte could cause the boy to cum right in his pants, thereby saving herself from him until a later time.

But Mike was not to be put off from his ultimate goal. And so he suddenly pulled back from his mother's tempting lips before she could bring him off orally.

"Bad Mommy," Mike laughed heartily.

"I thought you said you wanted me to fill up your pussy, not your mouth; although you'll beg me to do that also, in time. Won't you, little girl."

As he talked, the boy stroked his mother's short hair as if she were some favorite pet, which, of course by now, she was.

"Now, why don't you reach up and unzip me so I can start doing what you begged me to do. I want to make you happy, Mommy."

Seeing that her strategem had failed, Charlotte resigned herself to the inevitable, reached up her trembling hand, and unzipped her son's jeans. Immediately, his long, thick erection sprang out and aimed itself directly at her face. But before she could put her mouth on it and force Mike to cum, Sandra took a handful of her hair and jerked her away from her son.

"Maybe later, baby. If you're good, I'll let you suck on it as much as you want. But not right now."

Sandra cooed the words as she dragged her unwilling captive across the floor to a coffee table in front of the sofa. Then she and Mike arranged his mother so that she was kneeling by the coffee table with her torso draped across it and her arms hanging over the other edge.

"Paula, come over here and grab her wrists for me. Hold her arms straight out in front of her."

Paula got up from her place on the floor, rounded the coffeetable, and grasped Charlotte's wrists firmly in her two hands. Then she pulled Charlotte's arms in front of her as far as they would go.

Seeing that Paula had followed her orders to the letter. Sandra gave her subby teacher a big, wet kiss on the mouth and a few minutes of licensous fondling as a reward. Paula gurgled and wriggled like a happy puppy as her Mistress paid her this lewd attention.

WhenSandra got tired of feeling her teacher up, she raised herself off the floor in fronf of the coffee table and called to Jill and Kathy to take places behind Charlotte, grasp her two ankles, and pull her legs straight back behind her. Jill and Kathy stood behind the coffee table, reached down, and each grabbed one of Charlotte's ankles. Then they pulled them straight back behind her as far as they would go off the ground.

Charlotte was now completely at her son's mercy, her arms and legs pulled away from her torso by Paula, Kathy, and Jill until the tension in her shoulders and hips began to cause her joints to ache.

The older woman began to moan and whine as Paula, Jill, and Kathy pulled against each other as if they were going to draw and quarter her right then and there. Sandra looked down at the stricken woman and smiled. Charlotte was right where she wanted her.

"Charlotte honey, do you still want your little Mikeyboy to stuff his bad old thingy deepdeep in your mommieslut pussy for you, hmmmmmmm."

Charlotte could barely concentrate on Sandra's words. The pain in her joints was well on its way to getting the better of her. But, despite her growing suffering, Charlotte knew beyond a doubt that she had better say 'yes' to anything Sandra wanted or there would surely be even more agony for her to come.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra," Charlotte shuddered. She would have said 'yes' to anything at that point; she hurt so.

"Ok ladies," Sandra chirped. "Ease up on our dear babygirl so she can enjoy herself while Mikey porks her."

Reluctantly, Paula, Jill, and Kathy stopped tugging against each other and allowed Charlotte's arms and legs to relax. The poor woman could now rest her knees on the floor and her elbows on the top of the coffee table. She began to pant as the agony in her joints slowly subsided. Sandra reached down and unceremoniously jabbed two of her fingers into Charlotte's nostrels and jerked her head up so she was looking directly into her Mistress's eyes. Charlotte cried out but made no move to pull her face away from Sandra's cruel fingers.

"Ok, Charlotte. Now we all heard you beg for it like the good little mommieslut you are. And rest assurres, old Mikey here is going to grant your wish. and while he does, I'm going to get it all down on videotape so we can enjoy watching it for years to come."

Charlotte cringed at the thought of having her humiliation recorded on tape, but had sense enough not to complain.

"Now, while I'm taping our little lovescene here, you had better act right. I want to hear some really slutty encouragements coming out of that mommiemouth of yours, and it better be loud enough so that the microphone picks up every word. Do you understand me, bitch."

Charlotte did not want to understand, but she did anyway. Somewhere deep inside her loins, a little itch of masochism began to burn.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra. I understand."

Sandra could plainly see the masochistic surrender in Charlotte's eyes. It was almost time to celebrate. She had just about broken yet another grown woman to her will. Very soon, now Charlotte would be completely owned by her.

"Ok, Mike. She's all yours."

Mike strode up behind his kneeling mother while Sandra put the videocam up to her face and began recording.

"Spread those luscious legs of yours, Mommy. So I can get to that sweet pussy."

Charlotte felt the tingle inside her grow and immediately spread her knees as wide as they could go on the floor. Her nether lips peeked from beneath her buttcrack, and Mike could clearly see his target. He impudently ran his little finger along her slit.

"Do you still want me to fuck you, Mom," Mike smirked down at his kneling mother.

"Yes, Mike," Charlotte said in a monotone. And,, deep in her secret soul, Charlotte had to admit to herself that she really did want her son to impale her. She was so ashamed of herself, but what could she do. Her experiences of this evening had opened a secret door in her sexuality, and now she was being made to step through it.

"Charlotte. Say it out loud so the microphone can hear you."

Sandra's warning voice came through loud and clear.

A suddenly terrified Charlotte tried her best to put some animation in her words. The force of the humiliation and degredation of what she was being made to do blended crazily with her newfound masocistic desire to have it happen to her to just about make her lose her mind. Which is, of course, just what Sandra wanted to happen.

"Pleeeeeeeasssseee, Mike. Please fuck mmmmeeeeeeeeeeee."

Mike's mother swayed her hips back and forth as an added salacious inducement to provoke her son to act. Her wanton buttwagging brought hoots of gleeful approval from Jill and Kathy.

Mike just could not wait another second. Kneeling down right behind Charlotte's naked body, Mike let the very tip of his precum dripping penis slide sinfully along the crack of his mother's butt until it found its desired resting place firmly against her inner labia. Then, without any warning or regard for Charlotte's welfare, the boy shoved his hips forward and drove his erection into her vagina as far as it would go.

Charlotte lifted up her head and screamed out in blinding pain as her son drove relentlessly into her. Even though his penishead was coated in slick precum, the friction of his entry burned like acid against her sensitive inner walls. She twisted and bucked in a vain attempt to dislodge him, but to no avail.

Mike did not for a moment care about the pain his violation was causing Charlotte. All his mind was focused on the one central fact that he had finally gotten his wish and that his prick was way deep in his mother's pussy. And it felt wonderful, absolutely wonderful. The feelings were just beyond words.

His long, turgid shaft totally filled Charlotte up, and her strong vaginal muscles grasped and squeezed hard against him as her body desperately tried to accommodate itself to this enormous invader. For Charlotte, the sensation was overwhelming as well. She felt completely and absolutely full of Mike's erection. Pete, her husband, was not nearly as well hung as was her son. So she just was not used to being so overcome sexually. And while her mind was totally repulsed by the thought of having her own son inside her in such an absolutely obscene way, her body was not only growing used to the sensation of his being inside her, it was beginning to respond to it positively.

As Mike continued to piston in and out of his mother's pussy, he began to notice that his entries and exits were easier and easier. Charlotte's canal was expanding to accommodate him, just like Jill's did when he fucked her. Furthermore, he could feel a warm slick wetness beginning to coat his shaft, making the drives and withdrawals not nearly so painful.

"Hey guys. She's juicing. She's juicing."

Mike laughed out loud and slapped his mother playfully on the flank as his member drove deeper and deeper into her. Her mind might be at war with itself, but Charlotte's body was certainly showing signs of beginning to like it.

Sandra was watching the goings on through her viewfinder of the videotape recorder. She could see from the way Mike was screwing up his face and biting his lower lip that he was close, very close. But Sandra did not want him to shoot his load quite yet, before she inflicted just one more indignity on Charlotte.

She raised her voice to be heard over Mike's moaning and Charlotte's squeals and whimpers.

"Don't come in her pussy, Mike. Save it for that sweet, sweet, virgin asshole of hers."

Mike and Charlotte both heard Sandra's admonition. Mike stopped dead in mid hump. Then he pulled out altogether and positioned himself to do as ordered. Charlotte let out a blood curdling scream and tried to get up off the coffeetable.

"NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

Mike pressed his greater bulk down on his mother's bucking and rearing body to keep her in place under him. He was not to be denied.

Sandra, seeing that Charlotte was rebelling against her orders, even after all her preparations and training, flew into a towering rage.

"Paula, grab those slutarms of hers just like you did before. Jill and Kathy, you grab the bitch's ankles, and do what I tell you to do when I tell you."

Paula and the two girls rushed to do Sandra's bidding. In less than five seconds, Paula had both of Charlotte's wrists restrained in an iron grip and Kathy and Jill each had a firm, two-handed hold on an ankle. Charlotte lunged and twisted her body for all she was worth, but she could not escape Mike and his three accomplices. The franfic woman screamed and yelled in mortal terror, but to no avail whatsoever.

When she was certain that Charlotte was firmly under the control of Paula, Jill, and Kathy, Sandra ordered Mike to get back out of the way and give the females some working room. Mike quickly slid back from his mother's writhing body, then stood up to watch the fun that he knew was to come.

Sandra walked over to where Charlotte was being held, grabbed a hank of her cropped hair and yanked the older woman's head around so she could make eye contact.

"OK, bitch. So you decided to argue with me and now you refuse to let me do what I want to do with you. Well, let's see if you like what's going to happen to you now any better."

Sandra then drew back her free hand and commenced slapping the hapless Charlotte all over her face.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Charlotte screamed in pain and made yet another lunging attempt to free herself from the clutches of her captors. But to no avail whatsoever. Paula, Jill, and Kathy had her firmly in hand and were not about to let go of her. So Charlotte just had to lie there and take whatever punishment Sandra wanted to give her. And Sandra wanted plenty.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

The seventeen year old continued slapping Charlotte's face until her cheeks were bright red and puffy. Then Sandra let go of the older woman's hair and let her head fall back to the surface of the coffeetable. Charlotte was crying and squealing for all she was worth. But Sandra was nowhere near finished with her, yet.

The furious domininatrix picked up a large hardback book that had been knocked to the floor and began smashing it viciously against Charlotte's vulnerable butt cheeks.

SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM.

Sandra's vicious abuse of Charlotte's tender posteriors set up yet another chorus of wailing and screaming. By the time Sandra's arms got tired, Charlotte's butt cheeks were solid red. Charlotte had screamed herself hoarse from the excruciating pain Sandra was causing her, but the anger in Sandra still boiled her blood for more and even more.

"Ok, girls. I'm going in the other room and get that belt. While I'm gone, you turn her over on her back so I can really get at her. And don't you dare let her go."

Charlotte had heard Sandra's words through the storm of her pain, and she set up a howl of protest.

"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Ppppppplllllleeeeeeaaaassssssseeeeee, Nooooooooo. Please, please stop. I'll obey you from now on, Mistress Sandra. Oh please, don't hurt me anymore. I'll be gooooddddddd."

Sandra glared over at her cringing victem.

"Too late bitch. You had your chance to mind me, and you didn't take it. Now I'm going to make SURE that you obey me from now on."

As Sandra turned to go, Charlotte began begging her friend Paula to let her go.

"Paula, pleeeeeassssse. If you were ever my friend. Plllleeeeeeeasssseee let me go before she gets back. She's going to Kiiiillllll me."

Paula looked down at her friend in her total helplessness, and a shiver of lust coursed through her loins as she heard Charlotte beg and plead with her. Paula had done so much begging herself over the past few days that it was a true turn on to hear someone else do the begging for a change. Especially as that someone was begging her.

Of course Paula knew better than to give in to Charlotte's pleas. But it still made her wet to hear her friend beg her. Maybe Sandra would get tired of using that belt after a while and let her have a go at Charlotte. That would really turn Paula on.

By the time Sandra had returned to the Parker living room, the belt swinging against her thigh, Paula, Jill, and Kathy had gotten Charlotte turned over and all staked out for her punishment. Without saying a word, Sandra strode up to where Charlotte was staring up at her, terrified eyes as big as silver dollars, and brought the leather belt down right across her upthrust and defenseless breasts. Charlotte opened her mouth and a wail emerged that was so gut wrenghing as to cause Kathy almost to let go of her ankle. But the fifteen year old recovered her wits and her grip just in time. When Charlotte had emptied her lungs with screaming and inhaled once more, Sandra brought the belt down again.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

Sandra's arm went up and down like a driving piston. The metal clad tongue of the wide leather belt bit remorcelessly into Charlotte's vulnerable flesh. Her breasts, midriff, and thighs began turning crimson from being so mercilessly treated. And Charlotte screamed, and screamed, and screamed. Oh how she screamed.

The tormented woman completely lost it. She sprayed Jill and Kathy with a jet of hot urine as her bladder let go. She vometed violently, covering Paula with a sour spray of half-digested food. And Sandra just kept on with her methodical beltstrapping until the agony overwhelmed her victem completely and she fainted dead away.

Sandra, frustrated beyond measure at losing her plaything to unconsciousness, ran into the kitchen and returned almost immediately with a pitcher of icewater from the refridgerator. She dumped the water unceremoniously on Charlotte's slack face and watched satisfied as the older woman's eyes fluttered open.

"Ok, Paula. Now I want you to pull on her arms as hard as you can. Stretch them out over her head as far apart as they will go. Then twist the wrists away from each other."

Paula did as she was told and Charlotte responded by setting up another chorus of wailing.

"Kathy, Jill. Now I want you to pull her legs as far apart as you can. Then I want you to turn her legs away from each other as far as they will go."

Jill and Kathy happily obliged their girllover. They wrenched Charlotte's slender legs apart until her hips ached. They twisted her ankles until her joints burned as though they were soaked in acid. And Charlotte responded by giving voice to an unending wail of purest anguish. Between the pulling, jerking, and twisting being so harshly administered by Paula, Kathy, and Jill, the poor woman was being almost literally torn apart. Then Sandra started in on her once more with the belt.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP

The seventeen year old tormentress concentrated on Charlotte's inner thighs and crotch, now fully exposed and vulnerable to her. Soon Charlotte's thighs were crisscrossed with long angry red welts and her inflamed labia were puffy and swolen from the continuous beltstrapping. The pain finally proved too much for the tortured woman and she passed out once again. Sandra and the girls breathed heavily as they tried to recuperate from their strenuous exercise.

When she had caught her breath, Sandra rushed into the kitchen again to fetch more water. But this time when she returned, the flint edge of her fury had somewhat subsided. But she was clearly still in no mood to be argued with. And everyone else in the room knew it just by looking at her.

Pitcher in hand, Sandra slowly sauntered toward Charlotte's unconscious and battered body. Unhurriedly this time, the seventeen year old dribbled the water on her victem's slack face until Charlotte began to sputter and shake her head. When her eyes met Sandra's, Charlotte began to blubber like a terrified child.

"Pppppllllleeeeeeaaaassssseeeee, Mmmmmmisssssttttrrreeeeessssssss, Jaaaannnnnnneee. Pllleassssee don't hurrrrttt mmmeeeeeee. Pllleeeaaasssseeeee, pppllleeeaaassseeee."

Sandra smiled down at her totally broken captive.

"Are you going to behave me from now on, Baby Charlotte," Sandra said softly, letting her hand stroke the woman's brow in a gesture of mock comfort.

"Oooooohhhhhhh yyyyeeeeeeeesssssssssss, Misssstttrrreeesssssss Sandra."

Sandra slid her index finger along Charlotte's parched lips.

"Open your mouth like a good little babygirl for Mistress Sandra."

Charlotte immediately opened her lips and allowed her tormentress to probe around inside. Sandra let her fingertip travel back and forth along Charlotte's tongue. The older woman kept absolutely still, her complete terror apparent in her bloodshot eyes.

Sandra took out her Charlottespit moistened finger and used it to rub against the older woman's tormented and distented nipple. Charlotte gasped in pain, but did not move a hair. Sandra smiled.

"Does ums hurt, baby. Does ums hurt real, real bad."

Charlotte knew that she must answer.

"Yessss, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra switched her lewd attention to the other nipple.

"Does ums hurt a real whole lot, baby."

Charlotte shuddered.

Yes, Mistress Sandra. I hurt a lot."

Sandra cupped Charlotte's breast in her hand and squeezed just a trifle. Charlotte winced and sucked in her ragged breath through clencned teeth. But, once again, she had better sense than to move. Sandra continued to stroke and pet.

"Yes, Charlotte babygirl. I know you hurt. And it's good that you hurt. Very good. You hurt because you were a bad girl and didn't obey me. Just imagine how good it would feel right now to have your Mistress's hands feeling you up like this if I hadn't been forced by your disrespectful disobedience of me to punish you. It's your own fault that you hurt. Isn't it, Charlotte."

Charlotte cried and cried. But she knew she had to say it right.

"Yessss, Mistress Sandra."

Right then, Charlotte felt only pain as a result of Sandra's wanton ministrations. But she understood what her Mistress was telling her about her possible future. And Charlotte had to admit to herself that, despite everything that had happened to her so far, it probably would be in her true best interest to obey her Mistress in the future and to reap the eroticly satisfying rewards associated with good behavior. Sandra had conditioned the older woman perfectly.

"Charlotte. We already know that left to yourself, you really do want to be a nasty little slutty subby girllover deep down inside. You saw that for yourself on the videotape. Didn't you, baby."

Charlotte shuddered.

"Yes, Mistress Sandra."

"And I and my friends here just love to snuzzle each other's snizzes. And old Paula there belongs totally to me as you already have surmised by now. And that being the case, I can absolutely guarantee you that if you behave yourself like a good little lezzie subby and obey me from now on, you can expect an occasional slave treat from her as well. So what do you say, baby. Or do I have to get the belt to you some more."

Charlotte cringed just as if Sandra had already picked up the belt to hit her with, which she had not, but most certainly could if she wanted to. Seeing Charlotte's reaction to her words, Sandra giggled and began lazily stroking the older woman's puffy, abused labia. Despite herself, Charlotte began to wriggle and pant.

"Now you don't really want me to have to get the belt again. Do you, baby."

Charlotte shook her head violently from side to side.

"Noooooo. Pleeease, Mistress Sandra."

Sandra poked her finger inside Charlotte's creamy hot canal and began plundering around in there. Charlotte sucked in her breath, but did nothing whatsoever to give Sandra an excuse to strap her again. Sandra leaned down and placed her lips on Charlotte's. The older woman parted her lips and allowed the seventeen year old to snake her tongue inside her mouth. Charlotte immediately began sucking on her Mistress's tongue, just as she knew she should. And as the two females kissed, Charlotte let out a little moaning whimper of surrender.

Sandra continued to kiss and pet her new conquest until Charlotte was panting and the teenager could feel the first stirrings of passion deep within her captive's tormented body.

"You do want to obey me from now on, don't you, Baby Charlotte?"

Charlotte nodded slowly.

"And you're never going to disobey me, ever again. Are you, Baby Charlotte?"

"No, Mistress Sandra," Charlotte said, and this time, she really, truly meant it.

"Then roll over for me like a good girl."

Charlotte slowly allowed Sandra to roll her body until she was face down across the coffee table. Charlotte knelt there as docile as a lamb, her puffy labia luminescent with her dew.

Sandra looked over at Mike who had been following the entire scene from across the room. His erection had not demised by one bit. If anything, the boy was hornier than before.

"Come over here, Mike, and fuck your Mommy just like the puppy dog slut she is."

Charlotte raised up a little so she could look back as her son mounted her. She sighed as his thick hot shaft penetrated deep inside her. Her hips moved rhythmically to meet his lusty thrusts. She would obey Sandra from now on. Yes she would. She would be a good little girl, and Sandra wouldn't have to use the belt on her any more. And Mike would fuck her any time Sandra said. And Sandra would let her taste her sweet young sniz. And so would Jill. And so would Kathy. And so would her friend Paula. And she would be a very, very good little girl from now on. And Sandra would never need to use that horrid belt ever again.

"Is it good, baby," Sandra wanted to know.

"Yessss, Mistress Sandra."

"And do you want Mikey to put his long schlong in your virgin pooper now?."

Charlotte shuddered, but she also remembered that horrible belt.

"Yesssss, Mistress Sandra."

"Well, reach back like a good subby mommy slut cunt and pull your sweet cheeks apart Baby Charlotte, so he can get to it."

This time there was no resistance, no gainsaying, and no struggle at all. Charlotte meekly reached her hands behind her and dutifully opened herself to her son's carnal advances. Anything was better than that belt. Anything at all. She would be so meek from now on. Yes she would. She would be extra special shy and timid. She would obey in all things. She would be sooooo good, such a good girl.

Mike's hungry eyes fell on his mother's tight little rose. He was going to get to fuck his mother's butt hole. The thought took him over the carnal edge of lust. He slowly withdrew his prick from his mother's pussy and placed the slimy wet head firmly against her tightly puckered rosette.

"Well, silly Baby Charlotte. Go ahead. Beg him for it. You know you want to. Don't you, baby?"

Charlotte pressed her tightly closed sphincter firmly up against her son's throbbing prong and wiggled her hips seductively.

"Pleeeease, Mike. Please put it in my ass. Pleeeease, honey. Oh please fuck your Mommy's ass."

Mike needed no further encouragement. He drove hard into his mother's fundament until his heavy balls spanked her already enflamed butt cheeks.. Her sex lubrication eased the pain somewhat as he stroked slowly back and forth inside her. But Charlotte still felt as if she were being spitted. Hot tears of pain laced her upturned cheek until Sandra reached over and licked them right off her face. The seventeen year old just loved the taste of woman tears, especially if she was the cause for them. And she had been the cause for so many women, and she would gleefully continue.

Charlotte moaned and bucked just a little until Sandra playfully hand slapped her flank and told her to be still and take her butt fucking like a man.

After a time, Sandra chanced to glance up at Mike's contorted face. She could plainly read the signs of his approaching climax as if they were plastered on a billboard.

"Do you want to cum, Mike. Are you ready?"

Mike's breath was exploding in ragged bursts and sweat was popping out on his upper lip.

"I sure am, Sandra."

Sandra looked over at Charlotte, whose expression was changing from searing pain into prickling lust.

"Does ums want Mikey to cum cum deep inside your bad little butty hole for you, Charlotte baby?"

Charlotte nodded her head in assent. Though she tried to convince herself it was fear of Sandra's belt that made her give in to the seventeen year old's obscene demand, Charlotte knew deep down that it was her itching desire to be her new mistress's submissive that compelled her to say 'yes.' That, plus Mike, who was drilling her so deep. Mike was still her son, and she knew what she was being forced to do was so very wrong. But Mike was also a hot young stud with a big thick dick. And right now, that dick was rammed up her pooper to the hilt. And she was getting used to it; perhaps even liking it a little; perhaps even more than a little.

Hearing his mother's words of encouragement, Mike gushed his hot sperm load deep into Charlotte's tight poop tunnel. His prick spurted and spurted, emptying his large balls into his mother's most intimate place. And when he was finished, the boy fell on top of her, exhausted from his lured exertions.

Charlotte was so absorbed in the feelings she was getting from her son's cumming inside her butt hole that she completely lost track of her own growing horniness. Despite Sandra's terrible punishment, administered so recently to her abused body, it was an undeniable fact that Charlotte had spent a night of what can only be referred to as unfulfilled sexuality. First, her drug induced sleep had been invaded by a coven of sexy vicious witches who had worked their wicked will on her body. Then, she had been made to watch a salacious videotape of herself while being wantonly felt up by her son and her new Mistress. Then she had been fucked into near unconsciousness, both fore and aft. by her rampant son. Truth to tell, Charlotte needed to cum in the worst kind of way to relieve all that unfulfilled sexual tension. And Sandra knew all about it. And she smiled her sweetest smile to think that it had been she who had awakened the deep need to be dominated in yet another person.

Charlotte knelt on her living room floor, her son's cum dripping obscenely out of her rectum, while Sandra continued to finger diddle her puffy labia and stiff little clit. Charlotte held herself very, very still in hopes that Sandra would continue to play with her pussy just long enough for her to finally cum. But Sandra had no intention of allowing her new sex toy to cum just yet. She wanted to keep Charlotte frustrated and needy for as long as she could. So each time Charlotte seemed near orgasm, Sandra would do something to distract her; like tweezing her clit or spanking her abused butt.

Then of course Charlotte got to begging her Mistress to please let her cum, and Sandra kept putting conditions on her permission. First Charlotte had to give Mike what can only be referred to as a world class blowjob. But, even though Mike obviously used his mother's mouth to get his rocks off, still Sandra wasn't satisfied enough with Charlotte's subservience to let her cum.. So Charlotte then had to spend the next hour providing all kinds of obscene little services to Jill and Kathy. That got her a little closer to her goal, but still Sandra demanded more. So Charlotte finally had to do some really nasty things for her new Mistress; things that are of course best left to the readers lurid imagination, but which most assuredly proved beyond a shadow of doubt that she was truly and thoroughly owned by her new young fem dom.

At the end of this latest bout of Charlotte's humiliation and degradation, Sandra had just about decided to go ahead and let the poor frustrated get off. So she ordered her erstwhile teacher Paula to plunder about her friend's fundament, licking and sucking all of Mike's thick boy cum out of her hole. This treatment by Paula nearly drove Charlotte mad with unfulfilled frustration because Sandra had still refused to let her climax.

But finally Sandra relented, seing that her new subby was almost over the edge of sanity. Then and only then did Sandra permit poor, frustrated Charlotte the privilege of lewdly masturbating herself into a series of big cums while her Mistress got it all down on tape and the others encouraged her and made suggestions. So it was well past daylight when Sandra finally brought her show to a close and allowed her charges some much needed rest. The last thing the happy Mistress saw before going to sleep herself was her two grown up subbylezzies, Paula and Charlotte, with their faces pressed firmly into each other's crotches, languidly licking away at each other till sleep finally overcame them both.

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