Tales of Pleasure and Pain (7 page)

"Yeah my best styling brush.

"Well I'll ask around, and keep my eyes open for you," I said, not really worried.

I didn't think about Morgan's missing things again, until I was in Lacy's room the next evening.

I spotted a bottle of Poison perfume on her dresser.

Lacy didn't have the money or inclination to buy anything so expensive, but I could hardly assume that this was Morgan's. I didn't say anything to her about my suspicions, trusting that she wouldn't steal anything. But when I spotted her open handbag and a distinctive pink scarf falling out, I knew it had to Morgan's and my worst fears were confirmed.

I wasn't exactly certain what I'd do with my findings, though I knew there would be hell to pay right across her little behind. I just needed the right moment.

I didn't have too long to wait before it became clear exactly how I'd handle this sticky situation, and kill two birds with one stone.

We were coming to the end of another month, and though Morgan had been prompt the two months after our confrontation, it was pretty clear that she was going to be late again. She was even avoiding me, not coming down to dinner, and walking in the other direction the moment she saw me.

It infuriated me when she didn't even bother to call.

I was going to have to confront her again. I imagined her explaining that she'd just forgotten about it all, and couldn't I just extend her a few more days, as if she didn't recall in the slightest what passed between us just a few weeks before. Well her explanation didn't matter and much to my delight, I'd found the perfect opportunity to enact a little plan that would get both Morgan and Lacy at the same time, in the same place, for one very pointed session of discipline.

I waited until I was sure both Morgan and Lacy were home and called Morgan on the phone.

"Morgan, this is Roxanne, your payment is past due, when do you suppose I'll get the rent from you?" I asked.

"I'm afraid I will have to make some alternate arrangements with you," she replied, "I'm a little short again." She seemed so conciliatory, so sweetly compliant, how charming!

"Too many new clothes?"

"No Roxanne really, I'm . . ." I wish I was there to see her squirming.

"I'll be at your room in fifteen minutes to collect," I said firmly, and I hung up.

Lacy was a call away, I couldn't decide whether it was enthusiasm or sheer revenge that ignited in her, when I told her half of what I had in mind. Whatever the motivation, she was waiting at my door within minutes.

"Follow my lead, dear, with the way you feel about Morgan, you're in for quite a treat tonight."

"The rent again?" she asked.

"Yes the rent again."

"And another spanking?" she asked, hardly able to hide her excitement.

"Oh I plan to take it out on Morgan's rear, you can bet your sweet ass on that."

The knock on Morgan's door was resounding.

She opened it promptly as if she was waiting for it.

"I suppose I'd better get this over with," she stated, then caught sight of Lacy beside me.

"Oh Gawd! Not her!"

"It doesn't matter who I choose Morgan, it's not your choice to make.

She stepped aside, and Lacy and I entered her room.

"Sit down," I ordered her. She sat on the wicker couch.

Lacy and I both sat, I in the wicker chair, Lacy on a low bench at the side of the room. I could see from her face that she was going to enjoy this event.

"We'll begin in just a moment Morgan, but there is something I need to know."

"What is that?" she asked.

"You could have been prevented this problem but you didn't, I can't believe that you let it go like this again, after our last session together."

Her eyes bore down on me hard. Something cruel in them prevailed. I thought I understood what it was, but I wanted her to admit it, I wanted her to affirm in words, for me and for Lacy.

She cleared her throat, took a deep breath, her head assumed a proud pose, cocked just right to affirm a last ditch effort at arrogance. But it was obvious that what ever her reason, it was not easy to talk about.

"All I can say is . . . I need it."

"Need it?" I was surprised by her choice of words. I glanced at Lacy, she registered the same amazement.

"Yes," she said almost defensively, "I know I'm a bitch, my father used to spank me when I was young. You're the only person that's ever done that since, and not until I provoked you did I realize that I am a much nicer person when I occasionally get whacked real hard." It was quite an admission, more of one that I'd ever expect from her."

"I appreciate your honesty Morgan," I replied. "Considering what you just said, I think you should ASK for your punishment."

She looked at me in horror.

"No . . . I can't do that," she whined.

"I want to hear you ask for it," I insisted.

She was deflated. This was the last thing a good arrogant bitch was capable of.

She took another one of her deep breaths, though this time there was no arrogant
pose. 
"Please Roxanne, I need to be punished," she almost whispered.

"Again," I ordered, I was enjoying this, from the corner of my eye I could see that Lacy was too.

She glanced at Lacy too, embarrassed to be so humbled in front of her arch enemy. "Please Roxanne, I need to be punished."

I turned to Lacy. "I think your bench there will do, move it to the center of the room," I instructed Morgan, and Lacy joined me in watching the subdued Morgan scamper to the wall and retrieve the bench already warmed by Lacy's ample body. Morgan placed it carefully in the middle of the room. She looked at me for approval.

"Place a couple of pillows on one end, I want your ass very exposed."

She complied with that as well, and stopped when she was finished, waiting for my next command. She was surprisingly submissive to my instructions, her arrogance having already vanished.

"Hand me my bag Lacy, I have something special for the occasion."

I found the leather strap inside my purse, and withdrew it to Morgan's awed expression. The leather was soft, two inches wide and about eighteen inches long. "I discovered this in a shop the other day," I told Lacy, "I promised Morgan more than just my hand. I expect this punishment will last even longer than the last."

"Come here," I instructed her. And I quickly pulled her bike shorts down and her small top over her head, so except for her panties she stood naked before us.

"What do you think Lacy," I asked.

"I think she's ripe for the whole treatment, such a devilish bitch deserves it, don't you Morgan." There was something dark and sinister in Lacy's voice. I wondered what she'd think when the tables were turned.

"Why don't you tie her?" Lacy suggested.

"Excellent idea," I said, nodding to the younger woman.

"Over the bench," I ordered, and Morgan complied.

From the bureau at the other end of the room, I found several scarves which I used to tie Morgan to the bench. I made certain that they were not tight or too restrictive, but simply gave her the clear understanding that she was mine to control for the moment. Her round ass was prominently perched on top of the pillows; it would soon to be a rich red. I liked the idea that she was prone and could not move. For good measure I wrapped the last scarf around her mouth to stifle the sounds she was certain to make.
 
"We don't want the whole house hearing do we?" I said.

She shook her head no.

With her legs spread to accommodate the width of the bench, her entire bottom and sex was exposed, the target was impeccably perfect and ready. I almost wished there were more to join our festivities, to watch and lust over this gorgeous creature's torment.

The strap whisked through the air with a sharp sting that cut the air first, then landed with a crackling smack on the center of Morgan's firm bottom.

"Oh gawd!"

Her voice was stifled through the cloth scarf.

Again, I wielded the strap efficiently through the air so that it landed across Morgan's ass, imposing a three inch wide red welt where it had once been pale beige.

"Oh pleeesees!" I heard her muffled cry.

And once again, the blow landed squarely in the middle of her bottom. The flesh jiggled, and Morgan squirmed against her bonds, though not so fiercely that they would give, certainly she had the power to break away from them if she really tried. In truth she had no intention of doing anything but staying for the full duration of her punishment. She knew she needed it. What
insight into her own character!

I could see Lacy watching, relishing the sight of Morgan's rear beginning to turn bright red.

Again and again, the blows landed, one after another creating a band of red that looked painfully sore. Morgan's desperate cries attested to the mounting agony in her ass, as the strap laid on repeatedly in one place must have made it unbearable.

"Ah, ow, ah, oh . . . . oh. . . . . . " She'd begun to cry; I could see the tears streaming from her eyes.

The wielded leather continued to collide with her bottom, as it made its way over the entire surface of her tender bottom; above the crack and all the way to where her legs began, the rosy posterior glowed with heat and color.

I could tell that she was reaching the limit of her endurance, and since this was punishment, not cruelty, I ended with several cuts that were less intense, backing away a little at a time until I finished.

I untied Morgan's bonds so that she lay collapsed against the pillows. She was sweating profusely, and though the redness of her ass slowly faded, there was still a decided rawness, and a glow. She looked quite seductive even in her submissive pose. Lacy was right, the woman just didn't have any bad angles.

I carefully pulled her to her feet, and gave her a silk robe that was lying on the back of the couch.

"Relax," I said, you've paid your price. I hope it was worth the trouble you had to go to get it.

She was a lot softer, than I'd ever seen her. Wiping away her tears, I had the distinct impression that this punishment had effected her deeply, that indeed she'd satisfied a distinct need.

"Perhaps you need to thank me," I suggested.

She looked up at me with soulful eyes. "Thank you Rox," she said, "and I, . . . I hope you won't stop. I need this." Again those where difficult words for Morgan to say.

"I'll remember that," I assured her, "though I really think we have a better understanding between us.

She nodded as she wiped away her tears.

"And now Lacy," I said turning to my self-satisfied friend, "it's your turn."

"What?" She looked at me aghast.

"You know what I mean Lacy, or are you going to play dumb with me."

Her eyes grew wide as saucers.

I pulled from my bag a styling brush, a bottle of perfume and a pink scarf. I'd pulled the items from Lacy's room during the day when Lacy was gone, and was glad she hadn't already noticed them missing. "Do you recognize these Morgan?"

"Yes, they're mine."