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Chapter Fourteen – A Company of Three
The following chapter has been edited by Curtis. Thank you, Curtis.
Elise stood there naked but for her collar. The rooms upstairs had felt pleasantly warm. She wondered if perhaps it was the cool air of the dungeon now caused her body to shiver, or perhaps her nervous anticipation? As Layla and Rose talked Elise squeezed her thighs together and felt a familiar dampness. Tiny goose bumps began to form on her breasts and upper arms; her nipples now tingled and stood erect. As hard as it was for her to understand, the mere presence of these two women aroused excitement in her unlike anything she had experienced previously.
"Did she feel wet when you woke her this morning?"
"Yes, quite damp."
Elise had in fact awoken to the sensation of Rose's fingers poking between her legs. Certainly she would have established her wetness in a matter of seconds; however, Rose had chosen caress her for several minutes, pressing her index finger deep inside, wriggling it about and then rubbing the girl's clit and outer labia. Layla turned her attention to Elise, smiling and tapping her between her legs with the crop. "Spread your legs." Anxious to please her mistress, Elise shuffled her ankles further apart. Layla cupped her warm hand over Elise's baby smooth mound. "You want to touch yourself now, don't you, little slut?"
"I think I would enjoy that, Mistress."
"Oh? You would enjoy it? And you think your enjoyment is important?"
"No, what I meant was…"
Layla's eyes narrowed as she moved closer, lowering her voice to a whisper as her lips almost touched Elise's ear, "Your sweet pussy belong to me now. It is for my pleasure and use, not yours. If and when I choose to allow you that pleasure it will be for my pleasure, not yours." She then walked around behind Elise, swinging her crop high into the air then lashing it down across the back of the girl's legs.
Elise cried out. Tears began to well in her eyes, but otherwise she remained still as almost immediately a long red welt began to form on her pale skin.
"You've been touching yourself without permission haven't you, slut?" "No, Mistress. I wouldn't do that."
"Fucking little liar! Rose just told me you were wet when she woke you this morning!"
Since coming to live at Layla's house Elise often masturbated before falling asleep in bed. She had been told not to, but sometimes the urge was just too much. Up until now neither her mistress nor the maid had objected to her surreptitious late night activities. Unsure of why it was a problem now, and afraid of being punished, Elise began to spiral into panic. "Please, Mistress, please forgive this little slut!" she begged, dropping onto her knees and grasping the back of Layla's boots.
"Forgive you? Why of course I will forgive you, little one… Layla smiled down at her, then added, "after I have punished you." Elise felt helpless. Obviously, her mistress intended to punish her, and it would be useless to try to reason otherwise. "Bring the slut over here to the spanking chair, Rose," Layla instructed.
The spanking chair – it wasn't really a chair at all., it was more like a bench. Made of wood, it was raised high enough from the floor for a girl, like Elise, to stand before it and bend over at the waist. Two large holes had been cut out of one end, where her breasts would hang through. Metal cuffs, attached by chains to each wooden leg almost at floor level, would be where Elise's hand and feet would be anchored. Rose pushed Elise down onto it, then when she had finished securing the cuffs she gave her a playful slap on the ass. "It's time for your lesson now!"
The first stroke hit hard across the back of her legs causing Elise to instinctively try to rear up. The chain, however, prevented any such escape. "There, you didn't like that did you, little slut?" Layla quipped, instantly flicking her ass twice more. "Think about it as you take you pain, Elise. You belong to me now. You and your sweet cunt are all mine!"
Tears began to trickle down the girl's face. Her body ached, and her ass soon became covered in hot stinging welts, but in her head things were becoming clearer. Elise had been a bad girl, and bad girls must be punished. Elise must please Mistress Layla. Oh, the pain, the pleasure the thin line between the two began to melt as Elise drifted into sweet euphoria. "Oh, Mistress …"
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