Chapter 49

We stayed in the dungeon for the better part of the afternoon.  Sally was a
bit jealous of the attention I was paying Nicole's ass.  I took her there
three more times until she was too sore to sit.  Sally got some of my
attention, too, but I used my time with her to try out some of the stranger
pieces of equipment arranged around our special playroom.  After I released
her, I would slowly caress and touch her, seducing her to place her wrist or
ankle or neck or whatever into the appropriate position.  Then I would
gently fasten the convenient strap or cuff or lock.  It was a long drawn out
process and it excited her to be taken so teasingly.  When she was totally
immobilized and I had tortured and teased her to a hyper-horny pitch of
arousal, I would return to Nicole, still bent over in front on the tressel
and take my pleasure with her 'sister,' as they had begun referring to each
other.

Sally was nearly crazed with desire when I finally took her.  She was
hanging by her ankles, upside down, her head just inches off the floor.  I
pointed my tireless weapon down into her gaping cunt and fucked her brains
out.  Later she said what I had done to her was inhumane and cruel and when
could we do it again?

We cleaned up for dinner and were sitting, waiting patiently for the girls
to come down for dinner.  About 15 minutes after they had been called, the
two drifted in.  I immediately smelled the results of their own afternoon's
sexual activities.  As they sat down, I noticed their hair was mussed, even
to having strands stuck together with an unspecified bodily fluid or two.
There were also other signs of arousal evident in their appearance: swollen
nipples, puffy lips and a general overall glowing blush.  I sniffed loudly,
obviously displeased.  Janey tossed me a defiant glance, unusual for her,
but it was an attitude I couldn't allow to pass unchallenged.

"Girls, you're late and you smell like delinquent teenagers after a hot
date."

Janey got that look in her eyes.  She was determined to win this one.

I turned to Simone.  If I could break the team up, I figured Janey wouldn't
be so sure she could win this one.  "Simone, did you enjoy the punishment
you received from me this morning?"

"No, Papa.  It was not enjoyable."

"Well, although we do have a somewhat unusual lifestyle in our home, and,
while I am pleased that you two are getting along so well now, I insist that
you keep your activities to yourselves, private.  I expect you to remove all
the traces of your activities that you can before you mingle with the rest
of the household or anyone else who happens to be in our house.  It is not p
olite, it is not acceptable, and that type of behavior will be punished.
Severely"

Simone had paled at this speech I delivered at her.

"Is that understood?"  I was almost bellowing now.

"Y-y-yes, Papa!"

"Good.  You have 5 minutes to clean up and get back here.  For every minute
longer, you will receive 10 lashes.  Now, MOVE!"

Like a shot, Simone was gone from her chair and headed for the shower in
their room.  Janey didn't move.

I calmly placed my watch on the table and started the timer.  At 30 seconds
she began to fidget.  At 45 seconds I looked at her questioningly.  We all
heard the shower start in their room.

At 1 minute, I said, "I will not be giving you the next punishment, Janey.
In fact, I won't even be there to observe you getting it."

The implication of that took a second to sink in, and then she paled.  The
memory of her mother beating on Nicole must have flashed through her mind,
and she wasn't ready to go through that.  She bolted for the bedroom.

Sally was pale, paralyzed at the end of the table.  "Master, I cannot punish
my daughter.  Please, I cannot do that.  I never have raised a hand against
her and, well, I-I."  Sally tailed off, tears running down her cheeks as she
gazed softly at Nicole.  The memory was still fresh in her mind, too.

"I will not ask you to."

Sally sagged visibly, but Nicole, still silent, grunted in protest.  It was
the only noise she dared to make in her position of honored guest.

., you will punish Simone, and Nicole will punish Janey.  You will both be
present for the punishments, to make sure everything is within acceptable
limits.  If you don't like to do give punishments, then make sure your
daughters don't ever want to go through it again after this one.  That is
the point of the whole thing anyway, isn't it?"

God, I loved to surprise them.  There was no protest they could make.  It
was right, just and fair.  And they hated it.

We sat in silence.  The water shut off, and I heard panicked squeals as the
girls looked for some appropriate clean clothing to wear.  Time was passing
quickly and by the time Simone arrived, breathless and flushed, she was 3
minutes overdue.  She saw the clock and cried out.  Thirty lashes!

Janey, trying to save time, hadn't dried off as well as Simone, but with her
later start, was lagging far behind the younger girl.  She had chosen to
wear one of her Slave outfits, one with a vest.  The front panels of the
vest had clung to her damp skin and were folded back, exposing her entire
chest.  She, too, was huffing and puffing as she slipped into her seat at 9
minutes, 30 seconds.  There would be 45 lashes for her and she looked at her
mother in terror.

The silence continued as I looked at the two girls, no one else daring to
speak.  Janey's hair was wet and slicked back, as was Simone's.  The water
that seeped onto Janey's shoulders had no clothe the absorb it.  As I glared
in mock anger at the two delinquents, I was distracted by a drop of water
that slowly ran down from Janey's neck, down the upper slope of her left
breast and, as luck would have it, formed drop that hung off the tip of her
erect nipple.  Trembling with every beat of her heart, threatening to fall
at any moment.  Tantalizing.

As I watched that sensuous drop run its course, my expression must have
changed.  My gaze was suddenly transfixed on that delicate drop, and it just
continued to hang there, as did my stare.

With a grace that belied the pain she must have been feeling in her ass,
Nicole leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to that hanging
droplet.  Turning, her eyes laughing at me, her tongue still extended, she
offered her mouth to mine.

I swear, I could taste Janey on that drop mingled in her kiss and it nearly
broke my resolve.  I suddenly wanted to have sex with that young girl more
than ever before.

I looked into Nicole's mocking eyes.  Technically, she had not broken the
speaking rule, but, in my eyes, she had broken the spirit of the
arrangement.  I took her jaw firmly in my hand and held her so we were face
to face.

"Ah, mon Cheri.  I thank you for the kiss, but now is not the time.  As much
as I thank you, I feel I must remind you later of your place."

Her eyes glittered in anticipation.  We both understood how much she enjoyed
the pain, and that she had just earned a special session, to be arranged
later.  I released her jaw and as she relaxed back onto the cushion, she sat
down a little harder than she intended.  She cried out in pain.

"Mama!  What is the matter!"

Nicole, recovering quickly, just shook her head.

"Mama!  Tell me, what is wrong?  You are in pain!"  Simone was now at her
mother's side.  For the first time, she noticed the marks left by the straps
that had bound her breasts, and the faint, but definite marks left by the
belt on the parts of her back and stomach that were exposed.  Simone glared
up at me and started to tense, as if to attack me.

"Ssshhh!  Hush, my child.  It is nothing."

"But you are in pain!"

"Yes.  And it is a wonderful pain.  My Master was most energetic this
afternoon as he took me for the first time in the manner of the Greeks.  He,
no, we both enjoyed his taking of me, my daughter.  He may not know this,
but today he made me his, as he took me for himself.  One day, perhaps, you
will understand.  Do not be angry with my Master.  It is his right."

Nicole looked up at me, looking for my response to her breaking her silence.
As I had established with Sally, their daughters' safety and well being
always came first, regardless.  I nodded my forgiveness to her, and touched
my fingers to her lips with a soft smile.  I think she was almost
disappointed I didn't tack on any additional black marks.

After that, dinner was anticlimactic.  We tried a couple of times to banter
about this or that, but the four of them were all preoccupied with the
punishments that would happen after dinner.

Without a word, the table was cleared and the dishes done.  Then, as if a
signal had been given, the four of them disappeared down the stairs.

It seemed forever before the subdued teens presented themselves to me as I
sat waiting in my office.  Their eyes were still puffy and red, but the
sniffles and tears had stopped.  Both girls dropped on their knees, one on
each side of my chair.  I noticed their mothers standing outside the door
and I signaled them into the room with us.  Heads bowed, the girls waited
for me to speak.

I didn't.  Finally, Simone broke.

"P-p-papa?"

I turned slightly to her.  "Yes?"

"Please.  Forgive me for being inconsiderate of my family members."

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, Papa.  And, Papa?"

"Yes?"

"I did not enjoy being punished by Sally.  But it was better than Mama.
Thank you."

"I forgive you."  I thought a while.  "Simone?"

"Yes, Papa?"

"Show me your bottom."

Turning around and bending over with her head to the floor, she showed me
her ass by flipping up her short skirt.  She was not wearing panties.  There
was not a mark on it.

"I don't think it could have been that bad, Simone.  There isn't a mark on
your bottom."

"Oh.  Sally didn't punish me there.  We discussed it, and our bottoms you
love so much are reserved for you when you punish us."

"Oh, are they now?  Well, thank you, I think.  If she didn't punish you
there, where did she do it?

Slowly Simone raised up and shrugged off her Slave vest.  Her back was
covered with a series of deep red stripes, from the base of her neck to the
small of her back.  It looked like she had lain for a long time on a cheap
lawn chair.  I looked up in shock at Sally.  Nicole reached over and took
Sally's hand in a sign of solidarity.  Well, I had told them to make the
girls not want to go through it again.

Janey was still kneeling and, from her occasional snuffles, I feared she was
going to rebel against my authority.  I waited patiently, but with growing
anxiety.  Suddenly, the dam broke.  She launched herself at me, burying her
head in my lap.

"Oh, Daddy!  I'm so, so sorry.  It was all my fault.  I kept Simmie tied
down upstairs so she couldn't clean up.  She wanted to and was getting
frantic.  I kept teasing her and, and , well, doing things to her to make
her stinky and she didn't seem to really mind after a while.  I was so mad
at you.  I don't know why, but, but, well, I'm sorry.  So sorry."

With that, she dissolved in a torrent of tears, throwing her arms tightly
around my waist.  I let her cry for a while, heart-wrenching sobs, stroking
her soft hair lightly.  As her sobs lessened, I loosened her grip on me.  I
urged her to turn around, which she did awkwardly, still on her knees.

"Show me."

She shrugged off her vest, baring her back.  I was a little surprised she
didn't flip up her short skirt and show me her bare butt, but I guess she
was being very serious.  I cringed as I saw the number of deep red stripes
that marred her normally flawless back.  There were no breaks in the skin,
but a few had welted and looked angry.

I threw another angry look, this time at Nicole.  Once again, Sally moved
slightly to protect her 'sister.'  I couldn't fight both of them, and, in
spite of the visible wounds, they were within their limits that I had set
for them.  I still didn't like it.

I put a hand each on the teens' necks, well above the punished area.  "I
forgive you both.  I expect both of you to behave as young ladies from now
on.  Respect each other, respect your mothers, and respect others.  That's
all I ask.  Agreed?"

"Yes, Dad."  "Yes, Papa."

"Now.  Go to bed.  I'll see you in the morning."  It was still early, but I
had things to deal with.  Namely, their mothers.

Again I was surprised as they scampered off, still topless, without a
protest.

Silence filled my office like a heavy fog.